Chapter 45: I Do Not Debate the Dao-Você disse que me daria um divórcio digno, mas depois de se divorciar se arrependeu(Uma noite tão bela, por quê...)

Chen Fan felt a brief surge of shock inwardly.

When he resolved the dragon-head-biting-tail feng shui layout, someone had already set their sights on Wang Hao. Yet, when all was said and done, Wang Hao was merely an insignificant person. Had Chen Fan not initiated an investigation, Fu Xueyue probably never would have even known that a person named Wang Hao existed within her corporate empire of thousands of employees.

Why had this Wang Hao been targeted? And why was he turned into a gilded body?

"The situation is getting rather complicated," Chen Fan murmured with a sigh.

Especially since the initial seven-day mourning period had just passed, and Wang Hao's soul had already descended into the Underworld. Attempting soul-summoning now was completely unrealistic.

"Master Chen, what should we do now?"

Fu Xueyue pointed at Wang Hao's corpse and asked, "Are we just going to leave him here?"

"Someone used Wang Hao to refine a gilded body. A gilded body created in this manner only bears a superficial resemblance to a true one."

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Fan said, "Aside from a desire for vengeance, it's possible that someone genuinely needed a gilded body to serve as a front."

"It's fine. Let's leave him here for the time being."

Chen Fan felt that just as the truth was about to come to light, things were growing convoluted once more. In particular, he believed this had not been done by the two evil cultivators of the Seeking Dao Sect, the Seeking Dao Bodhisattva and the Seeking Dao Vajra. After all, those two fellows would never lower themselves to use such a shoddy imitation as a front. What the Seeking Dao Sect required was a true gilded body, utilizing ghost-controlling arts to subversively manipulate Buddhist dharma.

This meant there was a third party targeting the Fu Group building.

"President Fu, your life is truly full of trials and tribulations," Chen Fan teased.

"Indeed..."

Fu Xueyue did not deny it. She merely smiled and said, "That is why I hired the world's most formidable feng shui master to protect me."

*President Fu... I admit that is quite alluring.*

*However, acting like this only makes me feel like you're trying to get free labor!* Chen Fan muttered inwardly.

"Heading home?" Fu Xueyue looked at Chen Fan.

"I'd like to make another trip to the Fu Group."

"Very well."

...

As night fell.

Mingyuan Hall.

Daoist Fengyun pushed up his sunglasses, looking at Jiang Mingyuan fleeing ahead of him, a hint of mischievous amusement playing at the corners of his lips.

"Jiang Mingyuan, why bother running? It's not like we're here to kill you."

Yu Yu couldn't help but let out a long sigh. "We merely wish to have a conversation with you."

Jiang Mingyuan remained silent, pressing on with his flight!

The peach-wood sword-wielding man silently drew the peach-wood sword from his back.

"A single sword pierces the rainbow."

At that moment, the peach-wood sword seemed to spring to life, hurtling at incredible speed toward Jiang Mingyuan!

The peach-wood sword was fast—so fast that in mere seconds, it closed a distance of three hundred meters! Despite lacking a sharpened edge, the wooden sword pierced straight through Jiang Mingyuan's calf.

"Aah!"

Jiang Mingyuan let out a miserable cry, lost his balance, tumbled to the ground, and rolled several times before coming to a wretched stop. He propped himself up, glaring viciously at the three of them.

"Special Investigation Bureau! You are sticking your noses into things that are none of your business!"

"I know nothing about who destroyed any Daoist temple!"

"How could I possibly know who has been slaughtering those evil cultivators these past few days?"

Daoist Fengyun shook his head slightly and sighed, "We are all feng shui masters. You are lying to me, and I know you are lying to me, so I pretend not to know you are lying to me, and thus I deceive you in return."

"Why must it be like this? Wouldn't it be better if we were more honest with each other?"

"I can tell that you possess certain clues."

Jiang Mingyuan gritted his teeth and roared, "This old man knows nothing!"

Daoist Fengyun shrugged helplessly, then looked at Yu Yu. "I'll leave him to you."

"Why be so stubborn? If you had simply told the truth earlier, you might have won our favor." Yu Yu shook her head in disappointment.

She raised a hand and executed a hand incantation.

"Seize the soul and capture the spirit."

The agitation and panic previously etched across Jiang Mingyuan's face gradually gave way to calm.

"Who resolved the Plague God Temple on Liangmian Mountain?" Yu Yu asked.

"Chen..."

A trace of pain surfaced on Jiang Mingyuan's tranquil face. "Chen Fan... Daoist Master Chen."

The moment those words fell, all three members of the Special Investigation Bureau froze.

"What do we do? It's Daoist Master Chen," Yu Yu frowned, saying.

Daoist Fengyun removed his sunglasses, his eyes brimming with excitement. "During the battle back then, I was abroad and did not participate."

"Today..."

Daoist Fengyun looked at the other two and smiled. "How about we slaughter this evil cultivator?"

Yu Yu showed a flicker of hesitation.

The peach-wood sword-wielding man nodded calmly. "Very well."

...

Fu Group Building.

The lights in the deep-night office building were turned off, leaving it so empty that it sent a shiver down one's spine.

Chen Fan stood in the lobby, closing his eyes to center his mind.

Fu Xueyue sat quietly in the rest area, not disturbing him.

"Heaven and earth trace the path, seek those who execute slaughter, who massacre, who are devoid of mercy."

Chen Fan executed a series of hand seals. Though his eyes were closed, his other senses were heightened to their absolute limit.

The shifting of the surrounding environment echoed clearly in Chen Fan's ears. The wind whipped through the corridors, soared into the high-rises, melted into the night sky, and plummeted downward in search of oblivion.

He heard the sound of breathing...

It was exceptionally slow and faint, the technique of someone minimizing their respiration to the absolute limit.

"Found you."

Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Just as I suspected, after murdering Wang Hao, the killer came straight to the Fu Group."

"His target is the gilded body."

"President Fu..."

Chen Fan paused.

What followed would be a battle of mystical arts, and President Fu would likely be in danger if she remained here...

Yet if he said so directly, knowing her temperament, she would never leave.

"I haven't figured out who this person is, but President Fu, I can confirm that he has been inside the Fu Group building."

"Could you help me check the surveillance footage?"

"Pay special attention to monks," Chen Fan said.

Fu Xueyue gazed deeply at Chen Fan, then nodded. "Alright, I'll head to the surveillance room right now."

Chen Fan watched as Fu Xueyue stepped into the elevator. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately strode toward the nearby fire escape and headed down the stairs.

In the basement level three parking garage, several luxury cars belonging to senior executives were parked, and Chen Fan even spotted the little golden retriever's vehicle.

He turned a corner and pulled open the door to the utility room.

"Why bother using an illusion technique? Wouldn't it be better for the two of us to discuss the Dao?"

The utility room vanished, replaced by a small shrine built directly within the parking garage.

The monk sitting inside the cramped shrine replied indifferently, "Patron, I do not discuss the Dao; I discuss the scriptures."