Chapter 20: Sir, Times Have Changed

After successfully dealing with the police, Lin Bei did not rush into the villa impulsively.

Unlike in movies, where Uncle Feng would storm in with Officer Miao out of desperation, Lin Bei preferred to prepare thoroughly before taking action. Facing these troublemakers daring to cause chaos on Hong Kong Island, he was determined to wipe them out—no one, not even Jesus, could stop him!

With a snap of his fingers, a group of bodyguards immediately began unloading items from a recently arrived truck.

These were all tools needed to set up the ritual altar. Thanks to his sponsorship as a wealthy benefactor, they had chosen the very best equipment.

For practitioners of the Way, whether or not the altar was properly set up made a world of difference.

Once the altar was arranged, the enhancement it provided was substantial.

Uncle Feng, Uncle Qiu, Zhang Thirteen, Ma Xiaoling, and Zhong Fabai split into five different directions to set up the altar.

Ma Xiaoling positioned herself at the villa’s entrance, serving as the main attacker.

In the Age of Lawlessness, the Ma family’s Dragon God Spell was considered the pinnacle of Taoist magic, making her the perfect choice to lead the offensive.

Knowing her greed for money, if the police had hired her, it would have cost at least a hundred to two hundred thousand.

However, Lin Bei told her that he would cover all expenses this time and also take the opportunity to advertise the yet-to-be-registered Lingling Hall.

From now on, whenever the police face thorny problems, Lingling Hall would surely be their first call.

After a while, once all the ritual altars were set up, a voice came through the walkie-talkie on the table—Uncle Feng and the others were ready.

“Begin!”

Ma Xiaoling glanced at Lin Bei upon hearing this. Seeing him already gripping the Exorcism Sword, poised for action, she grabbed the peach wood sword from the altar.

Forming the sword gesture, she began chanting the incantation:

“Heaven’s Way is boundless, all laws return to origin, the cosmos and five elements, yin and yang reversed, invisible barrier, decree the Dragon God!”

As Ma Xiaoling intoned the spell, Lin Bei distinctly felt an invisible barrier rise around them, enveloping both him and Ma Xiaoling.

Perhaps sensing the change, Michiko, who was embroidering inside the villa, suddenly furrowed her brow.

She knew the police were watching her from outside, but fearless due to her skills, Michiko was undaunted. As long as any officer dared to step into the villa, she would ensure they left just as they came.

The courtyard outside was already sealed by her formation; no outsiders could enter without her permission.

Though uncertain of what was happening outside, unease stirred within her, preventing any rash moves.

She instructed the burly man standing guard beside her, “Fujita, go check the situation. Take your weapon!”

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Fujita nodded, grabbed a katana nearby, and stepped outside.

At the doorway, he immediately spotted Ma Xiaoling setting up the altar and chanting, with Lin Bei beside her.

As a protector of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, Fujita trained only his body, not spells, but he could still tell what Ma Xiaoling was doing.

Because Lin Bei had ordered the police to stay on the perimeter, Fujita had not noticed their presence.

Convinced only Ma Xiaoling and Lin Bei were present, Fujita charged forward without hesitation, raising his blade.

Most of the reanimated corpses carrying flour were killed by Fujita himself; describing his hands as soaked in blood would not be an exaggeration.

Such a man was pure evil; even common ghosts and monsters dared to avoid him.

Naturally, he felt no fear towards young amateurs like Lin Bei and Ma Xiaoling.

Moreover, there was a common belief in the cultivation world—higher cultivation meant older age. Even if these two had been cultivating since birth, they could never be masters of profound Taoist arts, since orthodox cultivation was far slower than demonic paths.

With only five or six meters between them, Fujita sneered, raised his long sword high, intending to cleave Lin Bei and Ma Xiaoling in two.

But just as his blade was about to strike, Lin Bei moved.

Fujita’s face twisted in shock as a .38 revolver appeared suddenly in Lin Bei’s hand. When he tried to dodge, it was already too late.

Bang!

The gunshot echoed, and Fujita fell backward, a large blood hole right in the center of his forehead.

His face still wore a look of shock and unwillingness.

Lin Bei calmly glanced at Fujita’s corpse, then tossed the .38 back to Officer Miao, who was hiding behind him.

The curious officer had snuck back and ended up trapped inside the barrier with them.

Lin Bei had borrowed the revolver from him, just in case. He had not expected Fujita to be foolish enough to charge out like that.

With such a big target in front of him, not shooting was out of the question.

“Remember, you fired the shot. It has nothing to do with me.”

Officer Miao looked wronged but said nothing.

Nearby, Xiahou Wu and Feng Yuxiu exchanged glances filled with quiet resentment—they had been promised a worthy opponent, but before they could even act, Lin Bei had already killed him.

Lin Bei read their thoughts and reassured them, “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of chances for you to show your skills.”

After exchanging a glance, Xiahou Wu and Feng Yuxiu both nodded.

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At that moment, Ma Xiaoling joined forces with Uncle Feng and the others to unleash their ultimate move. A massive talisman appeared hovering above the barrier, slowly pressing downward.

Just as it was about to penetrate the villa, Michiko could no longer hide and let out an enraged roar.

A blue, cone-shaped object suddenly shot out from inside, heading straight for Fujita’s corpse.

Just as it was about to pierce Fujita’s skull, Lin Bei swung the Exorcism Sword.

“Waltz!”

Boom!

A huge arc of red light flashed as Lin Bei’s sword cleaved the ice spike and Fujita’s body in two.

If Fujita had any chance of recovery through unorthodox means before, being split in half by Lin Bei extinguished all hope.

Sensing Fujita’s tragic fate, Michiko let out a piercing scream.

Immediately, a massive fireball shot out from inside, hurtling toward Lin Bei’s front door—clearly intent on making him Fujita’s companion in death.

A gleam flashed in Lin Bei’s eyes as he prepared to split the fireball in two.

Suddenly, Ma Xiaoling’s sharp voice rang out behind him: “Seal!”

The talisman suspended in midair slammed down with a sweep of protective power, dispelling all evil around.

Even though Michiko remained inside, she was suppressed by the talisman crafted by the combined efforts of five of the world’s top exorcists.

The fireball aimed at Lin Bei instantly fell to the ground, turning into a stone.

Lin Bei’s lips curled slightly in a smile, about to praise Ma Xiaoling, when a woman in a black cheongsam suddenly burst out from the villa.

Her speed was like lightning; in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of Lin Bei.

Lin Bei kicked off the ground, using a Wudang Cloud Ascension technique to leap several feet upward, causing Michiko to miss her strike.

Seeing this, Michiko immediately prepared to switch tactics, but Ma Xiaoling was already primed to unleash her ultimate move.

After Lin Bei dodged, Michiko found herself face to face with Ma Xiaoling.