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Master Xiao withdrew his hand and said, "You are too compassionate. People like this need to be dealt with harshly. If you don't show them some consequences, how will they ever learn? When I get back to Shanghai, they'll continue to cause trouble for you."
I was at a loss for words. Why did this fool have to say such things in front of Wang? He wasn't even looking for trouble with me before; now, if Wang got angry, he might start causing problems again.
I remained silent, but Liu Bi spoke up, "What does it matter if you go back to Shanghai? If anyone wants to cause trouble, I'll turn them into idiots."
I made a sound of acknowledgment, not wanting to engage in their conversation. I turned to Master Wang and said, "Your master said she would die sooner or later, so you took measures to ensure it happened, right?" I continued to bait him, hoping he would slip up.
"No, she died from an overdose," Wang replied mechanically. His rationality was still intact; he wasn't falling for it.
Seeing his expression, I felt there was no need to press further. The police wouldn't uncover anything in this case, and we wouldn't either. Besides, I hadn't intended to dig into this matter.
I told Master Wang, "The main reason I came today is to tell you not to bother me anymore. I can do anything if pushed. Also, let your master know that I'm well aware of his Nourishing the Soul business. If he tries anything with the Soul-keeping Umbrella again and something goes wrong, don't blame me."
He nodded silently, burying his head in his knees as if lost in thought.
After leaving his house and getting into the car, we replayed the recording from earlier.
Master Xiao exclaimed excitedly, "Brother Liu, you're truly cunning! We have the recording; let's go report it tomorrow!"
I replied, "Reporting it won't help. There are too many supernatural elements involved here; this kind of evidence is practically useless."
"Then we can find someone to edit it! Just cut out the parts about the supernatural," Master Xiao insisted.
Liu Bi wore a serious expression as he said, "Do you think the police are fools? They can easily identify edited recordings."
I nodded and said, "Yes, that's the point."
Master Xiao, sitting in a row of seats, remarked, "So that means this recording is pretty much useless then."
I started the car and merged onto the main road, replying, "Just because the police won't accept it doesn't mean the people in the industry won't understand. If he gets into trouble again, I can always let the masters in the field listen to it."
"That's true. So, this trip wasn't a waste after all," Master Xiao said.
"Of course."
...
Halfway through the drive, Liu Bi suddenly said, "Bro, you guys head back first. I need to go out for a bit."
I nodded in agreement.
"Just don't come back with a wounded Spirit God again," Master Xiao joked.
"Shut up," Liu Bi replied before rolling down the window and disappearing from the passenger seat in an instant. At that moment, we were on the highway, cruising at 100.
Master Xiao murmured, "You know, sometimes being a Spirit God like Liu Bi isn't so bad. It would be perfect if he could go out during the day."
I chuckled while driving and said, "First of all, you need to have a Soul-keeping Umbrella like his. Secondly, you need to have his experiences and courage. And thirdly..."
"What's up again?"
"Nothing much. Let's find a food stall for some late-night snacks," I suggested, trying to change the subject.
Master Xiao yawned and said, "Not going. I'm dead tired. I didn't sleep before coming here; I've been gaming all night."
I nodded and focused on driving.
The next morning, Master Chen's call came in, which was expected. I knew he would call to chat with me. The first thing he said was, "Master Liu, I heard you went to see my disciple again last night," his tone sounding quite unfriendly.
"Yes, he threatened me. People fight for their pride, just like Buddha fights for a stick of incense, don't you think?" I replied with a chuckle, unfazed by his cold tone. I could understand his annoyance; if I were in his shoes and someone discovered such a big secret, I'd be upset too.
On the other end of the line, he continued, "Well then, since you already know, you should also know that I really need that Soul-keeping Umbrella. Let's make a deal. You hand over the umbrella to me, and you can ask for anything in return."
"Is Nourishing the Soul really that fun, Master Chen? Besides, that umbrella isn't mine to give away. If there's something else you need help with, we can talk about it, but this matter is non-negotiable," I said.
Master Chen replied, "Then let's meet and discuss it. I'll bring something you'll be satisfied with."
"Master Chen, I'm not ambitious. The money I'm making is just enough for my needs. I don't have much materially, and you can't provide me with anything spiritually either. So there's nothing you have that would make me trade my friend's belongings for you. No need to meet; if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up," I said, not wanting to drag this out any longer. To some extent, I really didn't have anything in particular that I wanted to pursue.
"Liu, don't push your luck. Do you think I'm afraid just because you know about my Nourishing the Soul? Let me tell you, that umbrella is something you will give me—whether you want to or not." Master Chen finally lost his patience and started threatening me.
His words made me laugh in anger. "Aren't you afraid? What if I spread the word in our circle?"
"Joke's on you. Do you think the masters in Guangzhou would trust a young punk like you or someone like me, Master?" Master Chen's voice dripped with sarcasm from the other end of the line.
"Haha," I genuinely laughed this time and continued, "Sorry, Master Chen, I forgot to tell your disciple that I recorded our conversation last night. Who do you think they would believe, Master Chen? Don't really underestimate me as just a young punk; that would be a mistake on your part."
After I finished speaking, there was a long silence from Master Chen.
I pressed on, "I don't have Nourishing the Soul, just a friend who's a Spirit God staying over. Yet you shamelessly engage in soul-harming activities. I can ignore this at most, but if you expect me to help you with your Nourishing the Soul schemes, do you really think that's possible?"
Again, Master Chen remained silent. I waited for a moment, but there was still no response.
Looking at my phone, I saw we were still connected. I said, "Well, Master Chen, let's leave it at this. If you don't bother me, I won't make things difficult for you. What you're doing is not my concern; there will be consequences from Heavenly Principle. So let's go our separate ways from now on. Goodbye."
Just as I was about to hang up, Master Chen suddenly spoke in a calm tone, "At least I'm an elder in this field. Can't you help me out? Didn't your master teach you to respect your elders?"
"Heh, how dare you mention My Master. Let me tell you, my respect is reserved for those who deserve it, and clearly, you don't." With that, I abruptly ended the call.
I couldn't understand why Master Chen was so insistent on needing that umbrella. To me, it was just about Nourishing the Soul, which didn't necessarily require that umbrella. Have all the masters throughout history who nurtured souls had such umbrellas? That would be absurd.
After finishing my run downstairs and returning for breakfast, Master Xiao finally woke up—disturbed by the phone ringing. The details weren't very clear, but I caught one phrase: "Eight thousand eight." It seemed he had received some job and was discussing Reward.
Sure enough, after finishing his call, Master Xiao stepped out of his room to start packing. While he packed, he said, "Brother Liu, I'm heading back to Shanghai. I've got a job; there shouldn't be anything for you to worry about here."
I replied that he should go ahead; I had nothing going on here.
Master Xiao quickly washed his face and said, "Alright, I'll go find that girl and then head straight back to Shanghai. If anything comes up, just give me a call."
"Yeah, just hurry up and get lost. Stop dragging your feet."
...
That day, I didn't receive any calls from Master Chen's side, and I thought things might have just passed.
As night fell, I suddenly remembered that Liu Bi hadn't shown up since getting off the car last night. I walked to the study and tapped its Soul-keeping Umbrella, but there was no response. I drew a Soul Summoning Spell above it, yet still nothing. Where could Liu Bi have gone all day?
It was a cautious spirit; if it had returned after going out last night, it would have at least given me a heads-up. The fact that it hadn’t meant it hadn’t come back all day.
I had never paid much attention to whether it returned or not before, but recently, since it had been involved in various matters, I naturally started to keep an eye on it. Although it was strong, this world wasn't that simple; nothing was powerful enough to be without enemies.
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