I Am Your Natural Enemy

After all, you represent Fuyu Mountain on this visit, so safety must be guaranteed.

Whatever needs to be done, just give the order directly.

My brothers here aren’t very good at dealing with the living."

Wen Yan cupped his hands, leading these Great Zombies to rest first, then took out a few sticks of incense from the bag he had prepared, and lit them with Yang Energy.

Just like when a guest comes, you have to serve tea to the guest, Wen Yan divided three sticks of incense lit with Yang Energy to a Great Zombie first, then added blessed incense of Yang Energy.

The few Great Zombies sniffed the incense and couldn’t help but smile, trying to appear friendlier, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

Looking at their ferocious faces, Wen Yan actually found it quite endearing, like meeting a fellow villager in a foreign land.

"Thank you all for your trouble this time, really, this ship is quite important, so the main thing is to guard this ship first.

If the Scorching Sun Department sent people directly, it wouldn’t be very appropriate and might arouse suspicion.

No one can say anything if it’s people from our Fuyu Mountain."

"Just give the order, anything besides arguing with people can be done."

"Right, right, fighting is best, other things are fine too, just not reasoning."

These Great Zombies were very polite, they really enjoyed hanging out with Wen Yan, at least Wen Yan truly cared for them.

After chatting for a while, seeing that dawn was approaching, Wen Yan blessed each of the Great Zombies with Yang Energy once more.

Leaving the cabin, he asked the Long Blade Floating Ghost to hang the banner of ’Punish Injustice’ on the Dahlia, continuing the journey.

Continuing with the proper tasks, the nearest Sorcerer to him lived another day, that guy really got lucky.

...

At this moment, Wen Yan was near a member state in the northeast of the Nanyang Union.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhikong, the current descendent from Mount Laojun, was in a member state in the west of the Nanyang Union.

As there were still a few days before the meeting, he mentioned wanting to travel ten thousand miles, as it was a rare outing, to understand and experience the local customs of other places, which was also a form of cultivation.

For such a reason, who could say anything?

However, not even an hour after getting off the plane, he almost got hit by a stray bullet.

A few thousand yuan worth of a cheaply made Divine Land car meandered along the rural roads, swaying, as Yan Zhikong closed his eyes slightly and swayed gently with the ride.

Before long, the driver stopped the car.

"Taoist priest, we’ve arrived."

Yan Zhikong opened his eyes, and with a flip of his hand, an ancient, blackened compass appeared.

He took a triangular folded Yellow Talisman from his bag and placed it under the compass, and the needle on the compass started moving immediately.

After three turns, it pointed in a direction.

Yan Zhikong looked up towards the direction indicated and saw a building in the forest, nodding, not having found the wrong place.

He then took out a triangular Yellow Paper talisman and handed it to the driver.

"Thank you for driving me here, please accept this token."

"This... Thank you, Taoist priest." The driver composed himself and quickly took it with both hands.

"This is merely a protective talisman, not particularly powerful, but if you encounter anything evil, keeping your courage and Yang Fire unwavering will make it more effective, clarity of mind and steadfast will is fundamental, these externals are just auxiliary, don’t be superstitious."

"Thank you for the guidance, Taoist priest." The driver said, though internally finding it odd that a Taoist priest was giving him a Yellow Talisman but telling him not to be superstitious.

He didn’t think further, respectfully tucking the protective talisman into his chest.

Yan Zhikong didn’t explain more, as he was indeed telling the truth, not thinking that the protective talisman had much power.

On the contrary, he believed that if the talisman just offered a little bit of psychological comfort, bolstering courage and will, its effect would surpass the talisman’s inherent power.

"Please wait a moment, master. I’ll go and come back."

"Please, Taoist priest."

Yan Zhikong got off the car, holding the compass in one hand, striding towards the wooden structure ahead.

Finding this place wasn’t too hard, just asking a local slightly could bring him here easily.

The so-called master here, this Sorcerer, had to open his doors for business too.

He acted very carefully, even if the other person was a Sorcerer, he didn’t want to directly deal with them without being certain of their deeds.

Thus, before coming, he found some samples at the Scorching Sun Department, sealing the power within them with talismans.

Upon arrival, at close range, he could verify whether those matters were related to this Sorcerer.

Of course, what he was using wasn’t those samples, but the bullet that almost hit him, along with the hair and fingertip blood from the shooter.

He had indeed confirmed at the time that the shooter wasn’t intentionally targeting him, the bullet ricocheted, nearly hitting him.

However, he also sensed a trace of sinister power on that shooter.

Might as well test it out.

Unexpectedly, testing revealed it was indeed related to this Sorcerer.

He tested another sample, which reacted slightly, proving that while not by the Sorcerer’s own hand, there was a close connection.

Yan Zhikong pondered, decided to proceed with courtesy before using force, and to ask first.

He put away the compass, adjusted his Taoist robe, with a simple topknot bun on his head, his plump face adorned with glasses, exuding an amiable and tranquil demeanor befitting a person of Tao.

As he approached those wooden structures, about twenty or thirty meters away, a flash of electricity appeared beside him, and a bullet veered off course, striking the ground nearby.