Harvey Xie drove the car, following the guide through several twists and turns before entering a parking lot beside the road.
Several luxury cars were already parked in the lot, all bearing Jinnan plates. Not far away, a young woman with a cool, beautiful face sat there, her expression calm and distant.
She looked to be in her early twenties, with delicate skin and outstanding features, but carried a faint, icy aura that made people instinctively keep their distance.
Surrounding her were more than a dozen men in black suits, all wearing sunglasses—looking exactly like agents straight out of The Matrix.
Their eyes were sharp as hawks. The moment Harvey Xie’s car entered, they’d already noticed and all turned to look this way.
Besides her, a middle-aged man in his forties sat quietly. He wasn’t especially burly, but his eyes were unusually bright, and he sported a slightly long beard that gave him the air of an ancient strategist.
He idly rolled two metal balls in his palm, his grip steady and strong.
The young woman glanced at the incoming Audi A6, then turned to the middle-aged man beside her and asked with a frown, "Uncle Victor, is it true that the Old Immortal Sage here can cure any illness?"
The man called Uncle Victor pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. "In Seacrest Prefecture, when it comes to medical arts, aside from Medicine King Valley, it’s probably the Old Immortal Sage who stands at the top."
"Most people only know that years ago, he was herding cattle when he suddenly awakened and learned divination and ghost arts. But few realize the ghost he commands is actually the lingering soul of a wandering physician from a century ago."
"His spell arts weren’t just gained from some dream while herding cattle. In truth, he once stumbled upon a Daoist legacy at a grass-temple and inherited his techniques there."
"All these years, he’s never left the mountain. Last time my master saw him, he had only just begun cultivating spell arts. By now, I suspect he’s already become a true Mystic Arts Adept."
Uncle Victor took a deep breath, a trace of unease flickering in his eyes.
"How strong is a Mystic Arts Adept?" The young woman sharply noticed Uncle Victor’s body tense up the moment he mentioned that realm.
This surprised her greatly. She knew full well that Uncle Victor was a rare true master in the family, a famous feng-shui and spell-arts expert from Jinnan who’d single-handedly defeated three local 'immortal masters' in his youth, and could supposedly summon fire and water with a finger.
Such legendary skills were pure magic to ordinary people—even the family’s late-stage Inner Strength experts had to bow respectfully to Uncle Victor.
She’d never seen Uncle Victor fight, but rumor had it he could battle a fifth-grade Vajra head-on with his spell arts alone!
With such power, she’d never sensed a hint of unease from him—until now.
"Let me put it this way: after all my years of cultivation, I’ve only barely stepped over the threshold of Daoist arts—late-stage spell cultivation. A Mystic Arts Adept has to break past the peak-spell bottleneck. The ones I know of are generally Medicine King Valley elders."
"Their Daoist arts are refined and powerful—they can summon wind and rain with ease. Compared to them, my techniques are just minor tricks." Uncle Victor sighed deeply, his words full of respect for Medicine King Valley.
"The elders of Medicine King Valley are that strong? Then who’s more powerful, them or the Old Immortal Sage?" The young woman’s eyes widened in surprise.
Her knowledge only went as far as fifth-grade Vajra experts—this was the first time she’d ever heard of a Mystic Arts Adept.
"I can’t say. We’re here to seek the Old Immortal Sage, but Miss, you must remember—show utmost respect. If you anger him, it’ll be a disaster." Uncle Victor warned.
Just as he finished speaking, Harvey Xie parked the car, and Evan Lin’s group all got out.
When he saw Fire Elder getting out of the car, Uncle Victor let out a quiet 'hmm.'
"Uncle Victor, what’s wrong?" the young woman asked, hearing his voice.
"It’s nothing." Uncle Victor felt a bit uneasy. When that elder got out of the car, he sensed something was off, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
"Alright, everyone, just park the cars here. I’ll find someone to guide you up the mountain. That group over there is with you too—you’ll all go together, makes for better company on the road." The guide called out, gesturing toward the other group.
Yolanda Fang glanced over and clicked her tongue. "What a show—they’ve brought a whole squad of bodyguards."
Lynn Chen looked over too, momentarily stunned by the sight of the crowd in black.
Evan Lin’s expression was calm as he glanced around, then looked away.
That whole group wasn’t even worth a flick of his finger.
Harvey Xie, hearing Yolanda Fang’s comment, walked over with a grin. "Don’t worry—even with all those guys, I could flatten them myself. I guarantee your safety."
"You? You alone could flatten them all?" Yolanda Fang rolled her eyes and waved him off. "Stop bragging. With that build, you’re more likely to get flattened yourself."
"Quit the big talk." Lynn Chen looked at Harvey Xie, clearly unconvinced and a little disgusted.
She really couldn’t stand people who talked big. Every time Evan Lin boasted, she’d ruthlessly mock him—and now it was Harvey Xie’s turn.
Harvey Xie could see Lynn Chen’s disbelief, and it instantly fired up his fighting spirit. He’d been humiliated by Evan Lin before—unable to use his inner strength, feeling utterly frustrated.
Now, though, Harvey could feel his inner strength surging again. That power urged him to show off.
He glanced at Fire Elder, who of course knew what Harvey was thinking and gave a slight nod.
After all, boys were always eager to show off and compete. Fire Elder was confident in his disciple’s strength—taking down a dozen bodyguards would be child’s play.
As for the reason for fighting, Fire Elder couldn’t care less.
Getting Fire Elder’s approval, Harvey Xie felt a surge of joy. He turned to Lynn Chen, flashing a self-satisfied, supposedly charming smile. "If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you what I can do."
After speaking, Harvey Xie shot Evan Lin a cold, playful look. "And you, friend—watch closely!"
He planned to crush Evan Lin with sheer presence, then finish things in one blow and pin him to the ground.
Evan Lin glanced at him, pointed lightly in the air, tapping Harvey Xie, then nodded playfully. "If you’re about to get hit, stand straight and brace yourself."