The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

Lin Chuan thought perhaps the old Taoist suffered from narcolepsy, that he could fall asleep while talking. So he called out twice, but the old Taoist didn't respond.

Perplexed, Lin Chuan edged closer to the old Taoist and reached out to check his breath.

With that touch, Lin Chuan was startled as the old Taoist had actually passed away.

Seeing the old Taoist had stopped breathing, Lin Chuan hurried out to call for help.

Hearing Lin Chuan's cries, the Taoists from Feiyun Temple rushed over. Among them, the young Taoist who had led Lin Chuan there bowed to him with a sorrowful tone, "Patron, please leave."

Lin Chuan said nothing more, nor did he need to.

Leaving Feiyun Temple, Lin Chuan continued deeper into Kunlun Mountain. Beyond Feiyun Temple, there were no paths, and no travelers either. Lin Chuan let out the two little creatures, Xiao Ling and Xiao Hei.

The two little creatures were so bored inside the bag that once out, they let out joyous cries and sped forward like lightning.

In a moment of exhilaration, Lin Chuan elevated his Heavenly Heart Skill and Sealing Heart Skill to the highest speed, chasing after the little ones.

He didn't know how long he had been running until the sun shadowed the mountainside, and Lin Chuan, along with the two little ones, halted. Tall, lush trees surrounded them, with occasional bird calls.

"Little ones, shall we spend the night here today?" Lin Chuan suggested to Xiao Ling and Xiao Hei perched on his shoulder.

The two little creatures darted up, spinning in the air to show agreement.

Lin Chuan chose a dry spot and set up a simple tent, then collected some dry branches nearby to start a campfire.

The mountain was quiet at night, with a hint of chill in the air.

Lin Chuan sat by the fire, with the two little creatures curled up on his lap.

In this serene mountain, Lin Chuan gazed at the starry sky, his mind flooded with thoughts.

The old Taoist's words at Feiyun Temple were somewhat elusive, but reflecting on the recent people and events he encountered, none were devoid of oddities.

Take Chu Tianhan, for example, he was the first to tell Lin Chuan about being Tian Mang. Without certain incidents, Chu Tianhan would likely be his future father-in-law.

Though Chu Tianhan revealed he was Tian Mang, he said nothing more, until Lin Chuan met Feng Lingfeng, who also mentioned he was Tian Mang and that he was to prevent the heavenly tribulation.

Later, he ran into that peculiar old man on Double Dragons Mountain, who told him many things but still left the heavenly tribulation ambiguous.

Back at Feiyun Temple, pondering the old Taoist's words, Lin Chuan thought he gathered some insight.

"Heavenly tribulation arises, Tian Mang descends" seemed to mean the heavenly tribulation arrives, naturally, Tian Mang is born into the world. His past pursuit of fame and fortune foretold his destiny, perhaps, to bear the heavy burden of speaking out.

Before cultivating, his actions mostly served his interests or those of his loved ones. After cultivation, he undeniably had to bear the responsibility of averting the heavenly tribulation.

The "Human King and the Mother of Chaos," Feng Lingfeng and the old man on Double Dragons Mountain hinted at this. Previously, Lin Chuan would never believe that legendary figures like Fu Xi and Nuwa still existed.

Yet, given recent events, he couldn't disallow the thought. If Fu Xi and Nuwa were indeed present, what would they be like? How would they disrupt the world? Lin Chuan was eager to find out.

As for the following sentences, Lin Chuan remained puzzled. The notion of the Earth King reincarnating to assist, or a phantom sword altering fate, was beyond him.

Lin Chuan sat by the campfire, pondering for over an hour, until his head felt swollen with thoughts.

...

Zhang Wenhui had been in great spirits lately. With Lin Chuan's help, he successfully cracked several heinous murder cases and received praise from the City Committee leaders. Rumor had it that they were considering appointing him as the captain of the City Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Zhang Wenhui had been a police officer for years, and if he could really become the captain of the City Criminal Investigation Brigade, it would undoubtedly be a step up, possibly promoting him to a deputy bureau rank, which would satisfy him for life.

In high spirits, he hummed a tune as he left the office and saw Song Xiaojia, that girl, talking with a police officer, so he called out to her.

Song Xiaojia had changed quite a bit recently, especially the glint in her charming eyes, a result of her cultivation.

Song Xiaojia wasn't quite sure of her cultivation level, but whenever she had time, she'd run to Feng Lingshan, pestering her to teach her various miscellaneous things.

Feng Lingshan genuinely adored this disciple, so she taught her everything she knew. Song Xiaojia's learning speed amazed even Feng Lingshan; she could master complex concepts around yin and yang, and the Five Elements with ease.

"Director Zhang, any instructions?" Song Xiaojia walked up to Zhang Wenhui, smiling brightly as she spoke.

Zhang Wenhui chuckled and said, "Xiaojia, it's almost time for dinner, let's go, I'll treat you to a meal."

Song Xiaojia laughed with a closed mouth and said, "Director Zhang, did you strike it rich today? It's rare to see you being so generous."

Zhang Wenhui's face turned a little red, and he said, "You cheeky girl, making it sound like I'm stingy. Come on, tell me what you'd like to eat."

Song Xiaojia playfully tilted her head and said, "I want steamed grouper, double-headed prawns, stir-fried tenderloin in vinegar..."

Before Song Xiaojia could finish, Zhang Wenhui interrupted her, "Girl, spare me, my wife only gave me five hundred bucks this month as pocket money, you're trying to bankrupt me! How about a bowl of noodles, are you in?"

Song Xiaojia giggled and said, "Alright, a bowl of noodles it is, but I'll pick the place."

On Huainan Road, there's a market specifically established to support impoverished people. Although the market isn't large, it has a bit of everything.

Arriving at the market, Song Xiaojia and Zhang Wenhui stopped in front of a small noodle shop and went inside.

The noodle shop is run by a woman in her thirties named Sun Huifang, whom Song Xiaojia generally calls Sister Sun.

Seeing Song Xiaojia and Zhang Wenhui come in, Sun Huifang's face was full of smiles as she said, "Director Zhang, Xiaojia, you're here, please sit."

After sitting down, Song Xiaojia said to Sun Huifang, "Sister Sun, we'll have two bowls of your specialty wonton noodles."

The restaurant was indeed small, with only three or four tables inside. At this time, no one else was there to eat.

After pouring tea for them, Sun Huifang turned around and started to prepare in the kitchen. While Song Xiaojia and Zhang Wenhui were sipping tea and chatting, a person walked in from outside.

This person was an elderly man with a somewhat aged appearance, wearing stone sunglasses and a goatee. Upon entering, he glanced at the two of them and made a curious sound.

When the old man came in, Song Xiaojia and Zhang Wenhui glanced at him but continued their conversation after a quick look.

The old man sat at the table opposite Song Xiaojia and Zhang Wenhui, not saying a word or ordering food, just staring at them through his sunglasses.

Song Xiaojia had her back to the old man and sensed his constant gaze, so she turned her head to glance at him and couldn't resist saying, "Old sir, is there something you wish to discuss?"

The old man's face broke into a grin as he said, "Young lady, may I ask you a question?"

Song Xiaojia looked at the old man and said, "What question?"

The old man raised his right hand and stroked his goatee as he said, "Young lady, may I ask if you are from the Tai Chi Sect?"

Song Xiaojia's pretty face turned to astonishment; only Lin Chuan knew she was apprenticed to Feng Lingshan. She had never met this old man, so how could he know?

Zhang Wenhui, who was unaware of this, couldn't help but curiously look at Song Xiaojia.

Though surprised, Song Xiaojia maintained a serene expression as she looked at the old man and said, "How do you know?"

Song Xiaojia's words implied she was indeed from the Tai Chi Sect. The old man laughed heartily, saying, "Young lady, there's a radiance in your eyes, conveying authority and righteousness, delightful."

The old man's strange words made Song Xiaojia furrow her brows slightly, and before she could speak, his eyes turned to Zhang Wenhui as he said, "Thick eyebrows and towering presence, indeed a reincarnation of the Earth King."

Now it was Zhang Wenhui's turn to be surprised, trying to comprehend the old man's odd remarks directed at him.

"Old sir, can you make your words clearer?" Zhang Wenhui asked.

The old man laughed, "I can. Sir, you are the reincarnation of the Earth King, the embodiment of the Earth King in this world, so to speak."

Earth King, Zhang Wenhui found it amusing and somewhat understood. This old man seemed like someone who tells fortunes to swindle money.

Having encountered such people before, Zhang Wenhui knew they often start by saying shocking things to lure you in, eventually asking for money.

Faced with someone like this, as a policeman, Zhang Wenhui couldn't let it go. He thought for a moment and laughed, "Since you claim I'm the reincarnation of the Earth King, why don't you tell me what I do for a living?"

The old man burst into laughter, saying, "Sir, you are quite humorous. You're wearing a police uniform and yet asking me what your profession is."

Zhang Wenhui paused, saying, "You old man, knowing I'm a policeman, yet daring to speak nonsense in front of me, do you believe I can have you sent to the station right now?"