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At the other end of the phone, although the expression of the man holding the phone was indifferent, his hands that were clutching onto the phone were trembling slightly.

It's been sixty years. He also knew that the original owner of Ghost Lamp Temple was powerful and would not pass away easily, however, it has been sixty years. He felt that, perhaps, the original owner had no longer cared for this place?

Therefore, he started to arrange and think of ways to secretly break the seal on Ghost Lamp Temple and take away what was inside.

However, he didn't expect that someone would come in the end.

"Damn it!" That man clenched his teeth.

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After coming out from the hotel, Shuhang and Soft Feather started strolling along the Luo Xin Street.

They did not meet any old people who gathered to talk; instead, they encountered something more interesting—five perverts who were drunk.

He did not think that after reaching Luo Xin street area, he would encounter the cliche known as 'a group of drunkards with licentious intentions' since he did not fall into a 'femme fatale' situation on the train.

It was a desolate small alleyway and five swaying drunkards had blocked Song Shuhang and Soft Feather's advance. Five pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at Soft Feather greedily.

Alcohol could bolster heroes with courage and had the same effect on vile characters. It wasn't rare for people to perform ridiculous acts such as kissing a pig and biting or fighting with a dog under alcohol's stimulation.

These five drunkards had never seen such a beautiful girl in their whole lives. After seeing Soft Feather, they were unable to shift their gazes.

'F*ck, this girl is as pretty as a fairy. If I get a chance to knock her up once, I will be willing to cut short my life by ten years!' This was what they were thinking, and thus, they surrounded them under the alcohol's influence.

What's there to be scared of? At most they'll be sitting in jail for a few years.

Actually, this was why they were naive. They had only vaguely heard of others talking big and mentioning raping a girl and being sent to jail for a few years. But, did they think that it was the same as back then?

Nowadays, forcing on a girl meant life sentence, and in more serious situations, it would be a bullet through their brains!

Looking at this scene, Song Shuhang did not know whether to laugh or cry. He exercised his joints, preparing to fight.

His fighting strength could be considered good… Usually, he could easily take on three opponents much stronger than the five skinny drunkards in front of them. Due to that, the school's delinquents had never placed their attention on him.

As for opponents like those drunkards, he could take on ten single-handedly!

Just when Song Shuhang was preparing to exercise his fists and feet, a burst of wind whistled past in his ears.

After that, he saw a long and slender leg as fast as lightning kick continuously. While the leg was moving in midair, it was similar to butterflies travelling back and forth in the flowering shrub, displaying an exceptionally beautiful scene. Not only that, its might was even more terrifying. When the pair of legs moved through the air, it would even produce sounds similar to a whip.

Five drunkards flew out and frantically twitched on the floor while shrieking miserably. Then, they puked on the floor before losing consciousness for a long time.

They fell? How long did it take? One second? Or even shorter!?

Song Shuhang turned back and saw the movement of Soft Feather retracting her long leg—it was super cool alright!

In contrast with Soft Feather, his boxing skills could only be considered as jack of all trades but master of none.

Looking at those drunkards who were lying there unconscious, Song Shuhang's recalled the group of delinquents lying outside of school.

If, he was saying it hypothetically, if it was the battle prowess Soft Feather displayed earlier on, then it seemed possible to make the group of seventy to eighty delinquents kiss the ground in a short time that day?

However, Soft Feather was still on the plane at that time.

Unless it was really that Su Clan's Sixteen within the group that had done it? Could it be that everyone within the group truly possessed battle prowess that was off the charts?

"They aren't dead, are they?" Song Shuhang was slightly worried.

"Rest assured, Senior. I know my limits. At most, they will be unconscious for two days before walking up. This timing is just right—if they were unconscious for three days without consuming any food or drinks, it's easy for some problems to arise," Soft Feather answered.

This answer made Song Shuhang suddenly felt enlightened—those delinquents who weren't awake after such a long time, could it be that this 'two days' time limit wasn't up yet?

"Senior, let's go," Soft Feather happily smiled.

Song Shuhang rigidly nodded his head. His mind was in chaos as he followed Soft Feather, leaving the scene.

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After Shuhang and Soft Feather had left, a man with steady steps walked to the side of the five drunkards from a corner in the small alleyway.

"Drunkards are indeed too weak, not even enough to let them display their true strength." The man sighed.

A guy in black half-knelt on the ground behind the man and spoke. "Altar Master, do you require us to dispatch a few men to probe them?"

"There's no need. These five drunkards are only ordinary people, thus they had held back when attacking. If our men had approached them… they would definitely not be lenient," Altar Master replied. It wasn't easy for him to nurture each of his subordinates—even training the most average newcomer had required him to spend 1 million USD. Therefore, they weren't common expendables.

The lady earlier on had only raised her hands to take care of these five drunkards and her abilities were subtly discernible. The power of her legs whipping in empty air and easy control were definitely not something a First Stage Mortality Transcender could achieve.

The other party was a formidable opponent that had condensed true qi!

This was an existence his subordinates were unable to contend against.

Furthermore, beside her was someone whose depths even he was totally unable to see through, a 'senior' with unfathomable profound might.

They could easily use all sorts of methods to eliminate the elites he spent a huge sum to cultivate. Even if he had numerous subordinates, they weren't to be wasted like that.

Truth to be told, he was slightly scared.

"We can only wait for an opportunity to strike," Altar Master muttered.

He had already almost lost all hope for the treasure within Ghost Lamp Temple, it was just that he was still slightly unwilling to give up.

Soft Feather and Song Shuhang once again strolled around Luo Xin street area for half a day and had even met with an elder over 50 years of age, but no one was aware of Ghost Lamp Temple's existence.

Song Shuhang did not expect that finding a temple would be that troublesome and felt his head aching. "Soft Feather, can you confirm that Ghost Lamp Temple is within J-City's Luo Xin street area?"

"It's here, and I definitely did not remember the name wrongly. The 'Ghost' from ghost monsters, the 'Lamp' from lamp cage!" Soft Feather firmly insisted. "My mother has brought me here before while she was pregnant with me. However, I was only able to observe the outside world with father's skills using my consciousness, and only remembered the wooden board of Ghost Lamp Temple.

Song Shuhang had understood the first half of her words, but failed to comprehend the direction the second half went towards. As expected, their ways of thinking were dimensions apart.

"Is there any special landmark or feature of that place? For example, was it on a hilltop? Waist of a mountain? Or perhaps was there any small river nearby?" Shuhang asked.

"It wasn't on a hill and should be on flat land. Regarding other matters, I can't remember clearly." Soft Feather embarrassingly replied.

"Does Senior Northern River have any news yet?"

Soft Feather fished out her phone and happily replied after looking. "Senior Northern River is online."

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Northern River's Loose Cultivator: " Soft Feather, have you all found Ghost Lamp Temple?"

"No, not yet. Does Senior have any news?" Soft Feather happily entered the message.

"I'm sorry. I've asked around some of the fellow daoists here but it's a pity that those I'm acquainted with are situated in Eastern China, and none of them kept up to date with news in J-City," Northern River's Loose Cultivator sent another :grinning_face_with_sweat: expression. "Furthermore, a troublesome fella has just arrived and is still obstinately clinging to me. I'm afraid I won't be able to offer any help any time soon."

"It's alright, Senior, you can focus on settling your business." Soft Feather smiled and replied.

After seeing the news, Song Shuhang suddenly felt that Northern River's Loose Cultivator… was an unreliable man. When he wasn't needed, he would be online every single second everyday. However, when he was needed, he would immediately have something on!

"Senior Song, let's rely on ourselves!" Soft Feather clenched her small fist while doing a 'let's try hard' gesture.

So cute! Song Shuhang did not know why he would feel that this woman who obviously looked older than him was so unexpectedly cute.

While they were talking, a row of multi-colored motorcycles with blinding headlights lit and engines revved up appeared, producing "Wuuu" sounds while speeding in Shuhang's direction. Just by listening to the loud booming sounds, it was obvious that these motorcycles were modified.

"Motorbike gang? What era is it now?" Song Shuhang muttered and pulled Soft Feather to get off the street.

When Soft Feather heard the words motorbike gang, both her eyes lit up. "Are we going to finish them off?"

"What?" Song Shuhang was unable to comprehend.

"Aren't motorbike gangs supposed to be sent into jail? We can knock them out and send them to prison!" Soft Feather rubbed her fist and palms with an eager look, impatient to get into action.

"..."

Miss, what you've said is absolutely reasonable, and I am unable to rebuke.

However, Soft Feather ultimately did not take action.

Just when those seven to eight bikes zoomed past Shuhang and Soft Feather, one of them suddenly did an emergency braking and did a perfect spin before stopping right beside Shuhang.

A handsome and heroic face with sharp brows was revealed after opening the bike safety helmet. "Hey, Shuhang! Why have you came over here?"