I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan looked at Qin Kun’s rather smug expression, his face complicated, unsure what to say for a moment.

He knew there were quite a few Fuyu Mountain disciples who had gone down the mountain—after all, for decades, Fuyu Mountain had been taking in unwanted orphans.

These orphans were either weak from birth, or had various disabilities, and basically had no talent. Once they were raised, they became mountain disciples who left to make their own way in the world.

It was pretty much like graduating from Fuyu University and seeking your own fortune.

After all these decades, that number was quite considerable. If it hadn’t been for Grand Uncle Master and a few Great Uncle Masters all saying not to go overboard—just live your lives well after descending the mountain, it’s the thought that counts—

Chances are, during every holiday season, if even half of those disciples showed up, they’d fill Fuyu Temple to overflowing.

Wen Yan himself still hadn’t figured out how to get Qin Kun to avoid him and then somehow get involved with that Fierce Ghost from another angle.

Qin Kun found himself an excuse, and honestly, there really wasn’t any problem with it.

A few days ago, he’d already heard mountain disciples consulting the disciple who’s a lawyer in the chat group. Qin Kun saw it and casually helped out a junior brother—very much in line with Qin Kun’s usual character.

”Is that not okay?”

”It’s fine, no problem at all...” Wen Yan replied, too weary to complain.

He’d already decided to take action, and all he needed was Qin Kun’s cooperation to get rid of that Fierce Ghost possessed by the player on their second run.

He took out his phone and checked; Little Mustache was still in Chencang State. The hotel he’d booked for tonight had been changed to a spot not far from Taibai Mountain. He’d also reserved a meal at a private kitchen restaurant there—judging from the menu, it was still just a meal for one.

If he didn’t already know this guy was a huge problem, Wen Yan had to admit, just from this information alone, there was nothing unusual about him.

Most days, this guy couldn’t be more normal.

He silently calculated the time, then checked on the plan for Central Plains County.

”Around ten o’clock tonight, I hope you, Senior Brother Qin, can arrive at the place by then. You must make sure the Fierce Ghost dies by your hand—he absolutely can’t die at anyone else’s. Ideally, no one else should come in contact with him at any point.”

”Don’t worry.” Qin Kun nodded solemnly and heavily.

”Let’s check the time. I need a very precise timing—down to the second may not even be enough.”

Qin Kun took out the Scorching Sun Department-issued phone and pulled up the clock.

”Don’t worry, the phones issued by the Scorching Sun Department don’t look special, but they’re all synced to the atomic clock. As long as there’s a signal, these phones auto-calibrate.”

”Huh, I actually didn’t know about that.”

Wen Yan took a look; the second hands of both clocks were in sync.

”Good, Senior Brother Qin, wait for my signal.”

”Okay.”

After finishing with Qin Kun, Wen Yan called the General Director, informing him that he was about to make his move.

This was already the best opportunity—he couldn’t wait any longer. Absolutely couldn’t let them start gaining momentum.

But the problem now was, there was still one of Little Mustache’s subordinates unaccounted for.

Wen Yan didn’t have time to slowly sift through them all.

”Once you start, everyone connected to him will be reviewed immediately, all at once. Just do what you need to do, follow your plan, don’t worry, don’t hesitate—whatever happens, I’ll take responsibility.”

”Okay.”

Hearing the General Director say that, Wen Yan’s concerns vanished.

...

In Chencang State, Little Mustache sat alone in a quiet corner café.

He pulled out a notebook and played a currently popular overseas building game, talking with people inside the game.

”Did you find that so-called rift?”

”Found it. Since there was a rift in the Qinling Mountains, there’s a pretty good chance there could be a second one.

This place naturally acts as a dividing line.

Not just a north-south divider, but also for climate, hydrology, vegetation, biodiversity, rivers—all kinds of boundaries.

From ancient times to now, it serves as a boundary for culture, history, and more.

Last time, a rift appeared here. That means it could also be the border between this world and the other side.”

The people from the department have been searching here for ages.

Their equipment is seriously good. They can sweep all of the Eight Hundred Miles of Qin Chuan with drones.

Too bad they’re short-handed and can’t possibly check everything underground.

I pointed a Scholar Tu haunted by resentment in the right direction—he got lucky.

Found a suspected rift spot in a big tomb.”

”Did their investigation reach there yet?” Little Mustache continued typing.

”No, their restrictions are too tight, unlike Scholar Tu, who has no scruples.

And they’re way short on professionals. The oversized tomb-crypts all through Eight Hundred Miles of Qin Chuan—there are just too many.

It’s all luck; we just got lucky and got there first.

But I figure, it won’t be long before that place is discovered.

Now there are drones flying over every single day.”

Little Mustache let out a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing.

”It’s close. Unless something goes wrong, the Mask should be changing faces today.

Once he puts on the new mask, it’ll be perfect for him to head to the Netherworld or over to the rift.

He’s far more suited than any of us to make something of himself there. Give it a year at most—he’ll be firmly established.”

Seeing those words, the person on the other side sent a thumbs up emoji.

Little Mustache shut his laptop and waited quietly.

Ever since he learned the world had entered the second stage of Spiritual Qi Resurgence, and the center of this stage might be a Ghost...