Chapter 56: Blind Li

Hearing me say this, the middle-aged uncle cracked the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of large, yellow teeth.

"That shriveled old man you spoke of—I happen to know him quite well."

"The nylon bag he carries contains quite a few good treasures. That Vajra subjugation pestle in his hand is an even sharper weapon for subduing demons and eliminating evils. In this small patch of the provincial capital, he is considered one of the men at the very apex of the pyramid."

"However, you must also understand that those who can stand at the peak of the feng shui pyramid are mostly quite similar in strength. Although he is strong, his strength will not last."

"If you are relying on him to save your life, I advise you to prepare for death as soon as possible. Don't end up being killed by someone while your family remains entirely unaware."

My heart tightened, and cold sweat had already begun to drip down my forehead.

When that old man saved me, he had already told me: he would protect me this one time, but the path ahead had to be walked by myself. As for how far I could go, it would still depend entirely on myself.

"Thank you, master, for your guidance. I have a good friend who has been branded with the mark of an infant between her eyebrows. I sincerely hope the senior can point me toward a clear path to ensure she comes to no harm. I suspect the mark on her forehead is related to this women's club."

I reported everything I had learned to the middle-aged uncle in front of me.

"Chen Qiyue, do you have any emotional intelligence at all? Old, old, old—old your grandpa! I am only fifty-one this year, call me Big Brother. Are you spying on this women's club because your heart is itching and you want to come in here for some worldly pleasures?"

The uncle narrowed his eyes and said to me with a lewd expression.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes at him; this uncle didn't have a single serious bone in his body. If it weren't for his extraordinary methods, I would have really wanted to beat him up right here. He was far too unreliable.

"Uncle, stop joking around. I really want to go in to save someone, it's definitely not what you're thinking."

I said to the uncle with utmost sincerity, my expression turning dead serious at that moment.

Hearing me say this, the uncle stood up, looked toward the entrance of the Ocean Blue Club, and a flash of sharp insight crossed his eyes.

"Sigh, this really is a fine place. I've noticed quite a few pretty girls going inside. It's making my mouth water."

"Chen Qiyue, think of a way quickly. I want to go in and take a look too."

"Uncle, stop joking. Can we really not get in?"

I asked the uncle, my brows furrowing tightly at that moment.

"Of course. Do you think someone capable of setting up a Blind-Eye Leaf Formation would ever agree to let you walk right in?"

"This Blind-Eye Leaf Formation is easy enough to unravel, but do you think that once you break this magic array and alert the person who set it up from behind the scenes, you'll still be able to walk out alive?"

From the tone of the uncle's voice, I knew he was not joking at this moment.

"Uncle, is there really a dragon vein underneath this club?"

I couldn't help asking the uncle.

The so-called dragon vein doesn't mean dragons actually live here; rather, it represents a specific trend of feng shui terrain.

Since ancient times, seeking dragons and capturing veins has always been the art of emperors.

Yet under the vast heaven, there are only a handful of such dragon veins, and not just anyone who wants to find them can do so.

Men of extraordinary talent emerged in the feng shui circle endlessly, and later, in some dynasty or generation, a grandmaster proposed the concept of nurturing a yin dragon.

As the name implies, it meant finding a place of extreme malignance and forcibly cultivating a yin dragon vein.

To execute this method, one's techniques had to be extremely profound.

I had only ever seen this theory of nurturing a yin dragon vein in ancient texts. In reality, those capable of casting such sorcery were exceedingly few. After all, ordinary people had no chance of coming into contact with such extreme arts.

"It looks like one to me, but I've never been inside, so it's just a guess."

The uncle slowly said to me.

I nodded, already having a general understanding in my heart.

"It seems the matters entangled within this Ocean Blue Women's Club are indeed far more complex than I imagined. However, even if it is a mountain of blades and a sea of flames inside, I must still force my way in for a look. They want to harm me through the people around me—for this reason alone, I cannot spare them!"

Hearing me say this, the uncle raised his thumb and said with considerable admiration:

"Chen Qiyue, you kid actually have some grit. Compared to your cowardly grandfather, you are somewhat stronger. This makes it worthwhile for me to have traveled all the way to the provincial capital to watch the show."

Hearing this, my heart tightened. How was this fellow so familiar with my grandfather? Just who on earth was he?

Thinking of this, my entire expression began to tense up.

"Uncle, may I dare ask your esteemed name?"

"Li the Half-Blind."

I stood frozen in place, my mouth wide open. Could it be that I had truly met the legendary mystic arts expert, Blind Li?

"You stinky brat, stop letting your imagination run wild. I'm not as miraculous as the legends in the pugilist world claim; I'm just a drifter walking the Jianghu."

Blind Li seemed to have seen right through my thoughts and spoke to me directly.

"Chen Qiyue, do you really want to enter this Ocean Blue Women's Club?"

At this moment, Blind Li suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked me, his expression once again reminding me of a scoundrel.

I nodded and said with a hint of yearning:

"Uncle Blind, I really want to go in. I need to save someone!"

He looked at me seriously and then said:

"Since that's the case, I'll think of a way for you. Consider it a welcome gift for my good niece."

After saying these words, he pulled me over to the entrance of the club, staring closely at every movement inside.

Before long, a young man walked out from within.

Seeing this, I found it somewhat unbelievable in my heart.

This was a women's club, so why would men be coming out of it?

While I was pondering, Uncle Blind patted my shoulder and said to me:

"Qiyue, this is the method Uncle has come up with for you. If you want to get in, this is the only way."

I shook my head in perplexity, clearly not understanding what Uncle Blind meant by those words.

"How long has it been since you left the village that you don't even know about this kind of business between men and women? Isn't a women's club just a place that provides entertainment for women?"

"What brings women the most joy? Men, of course. These pretty boys are the absolute favorites of these women's tastes."

Hearing Uncle Blind say this, I finally understood why that young fellow just now was able to enter this women's club.

And no sooner had Uncle Blind finished speaking than I saw that fresh-faced young man's legs go soft, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.

In a flash, his entire body shrank by a circle, his skin turned pitch black, and his neck was covered densely with corpse spots.

"Poor child, yet another pitiful soul whose vital essence was sucked dry by women! Qiyue, do you still dare to go in now?"

Uncle Blind said to me abruptly, his expression turning incomparably solemn.

Asked like this by Uncle Blind, cold sweat drenched my entire back.

This was simply too inconceivable. How could such things still happen in a major place like the provincial capital?