Chapter 234: The Perverted Bald Man

“Okay!”

Shui Miao responded, then turned and left. At the same time, he controlled his immortal energy to change his facial features, transforming himself into another person entirely.

This would confuse everyone.

This is what’s known as mixing truth with falsehood and falsehood with truth, making it hard for others to discern.

Knowing they couldn’t defeat Shui Miao, the fake Bai Niangniang naturally dared not block his way.

Shui Miao had already achieved his purpose here—confirming that Bai Niangniang wasn’t present. That was enough.

That evening, instead of rushing to find a hotel, Shui Miao hailed a taxi and started circling around Zhonghai City. Now, Shui Miao needed a new identity to conceal himself. More importantly, he needed to find a powerful cultivator capable of entering the Immortal Realm to help him investigate Bai Niangniang’s whereabouts. Therefore, sitting in the taxi, Shui Miao spread out his divine consciousness, searching for cultivators who could infiltrate the Immortal Realm and assist him.

The taxi circled Zhonghai City for most of the night.

Finally, when they arrived at the Nanwan residential complex, Shui Miao sensed a cultivator with decent abilities.

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Nanwan residential complex, at three o’clock in the morning.

Jinshajiang Road, a small alley that seemed quite unremarkable.

Hearing footsteps, a stray dog lifted its head, saw a demoness, and immediately ran off with its tail tucked between its legs in fear.

“You don’t need to follow me so closely—I can’t escape anyway,” Shui Miao glanced at the black snake demoness and shook his head in frustration. This demoness’s aura was sinister indeed, even scaring dogs.

Bai Feng was quite adept at social skills and quickly said, “Zhang Ling, if you need anything, just use your mind to call us. It’s indeed inconvenient for us to follow you like this.”

“Alright!”

Shui Miao nodded at Bai Feng, who then disappeared together with the black snake demoness.

Under his divine perception, Shui Miao sensed them retreat to the rooftop of a clock tower thousands of meters away and sit down.

At the end of the alley, many items were piled up. Shui Miao stopped beside a manhole cover, casually picked up a stick, and began tapping on the cover. The sound was faint, intermittent, and completely rhythmless. After more than a hundred taps, the manhole cover finally moved. A dirty old man with messy hair and smelly clothes emerged from the sewer, wearing tattered rags and accompanied by a large black rat nearly half a meter long.

Shui Miao stepped back, sat on a three-legged stool, and watched the old man.

The old man blinked, looked at Shui Miao for a while, then let the rat go down the sewer, crawled out, closed the manhole cover, sat on the ground facing Shui Miao, and after a while finally asked, “What do you want from me? What’s your name? Why can’t I see through you?”

“Hehe, my name is Zhang San. You don’t need to see through me—I’m here to ask for your help,” Shui Miao smiled slightly. “To be honest, I received teachings from an immortal in my dream and cultivated a type of qigong. As a result, I’ve become like this. Now I don’t know how to proceed with my cultivation, so I’d like to ask for your help.”

“Teachings from an immortal?”

The old man’s eyes lit up, instantly becoming alert. But immediately after, he regained his cautious composure, shaking his head. “If you have an immortal master, why come to me? I don’t have such great abilities—I probably can’t help you with anything.”

“My master has lost contact with me. I know you can go to the Immortal Realm. Would you help me find her? I’ve offended the Yuxu Sect in the Immortal Realm and dare not go back—I’m afraid I might never return if I do,” Shui Miao’s eyebrows twitched, and he added with a smile, “Of course, I won’t ask you to help for free. If you can help me find my master, I’ll ask her to grant you an immortal pill as a reward.”

“…”

The old man blinked, “You actually offended the Yuxu Sect…”

Shui Miao interrupted the old man, stood up, patted his pants, and prepared to leave. “It’s better not to ask too many questions about this—it’s not good for you. Just help me find the person; whether you’re willing or not is just one sentence. If you’re not willing, it’s fine. With the reward I’m offering, I’m sure I can find someone else to help.”

“Don’t leave, don’t leave,” the old man’s eyes turned craftily, quickly standing up and laughing. “No problem, no problem. We cultivators help each other. Please just tell me who you’re looking for.”

Shui Miao looked back at the old man. As the saying goes, appearance reflects the mind. The old man had a sly, rat-like face, not looking like a good person at all! To test him, Shui Miao nodded and said, “My master has a nickname in the Immortal Realm called Redbeard. It’s said that he killed a hall master of the Yuxu Sect and slept with the daughter of the sect’s chief steward. You should find it easy to get information about him in the Immortal Realm. Remember, keep it secret—he’s a wanted criminal of the Yuxu Sect, and if they find out, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

“I understand, I understand—I know the rules. Redbeard, then who exactly are you, sir?” The old man opened his small eyes wide, looking at Shui Miao with a sly gaze.

Shui Miao smiled apologetically. “I’m just an unknown nobody, with the nickname No-Beard.”

“Uh… Haha, okay, okay! I got it.”

The old man nodded repeatedly with a forced smile.

Shui Miao also nodded. “Alright then, I’ll come to find you tomorrow night, same time, same place.”

With that, Shui Miao hummed a tune and walked away.

Not far from there, Shui Miao sensed the old man excitedly diving back into the sewer, hugging the big rat and talking to himself, “Xiao Hei, fortune favors us at last! Our good luck has finally come. This kid is so naive—it’s a huge benefit handed to me! I’ll immediately send my soul to the Immortal Realm. You guard me, Xiao Hei. The Yuxu Sect is a major sect in the Immortal Realm. If I provide this intelligence, they’ll surely reward me with several genuine pills!”

The old man was overjoyed.

“What a despicable little man!”

Shui Miao gritted his teeth, almost wanting to kill him immediately. But after thinking, he calmed down. He had changed his appearance, his aura was different, and he hadn’t used his real name. The old man going to the Immortal Realm would just be walking into trouble—he might even be eliminated directly by the Yuxu Sect’s chief steward.

Now, he needed to find a new helper.

There were few cars on the street, and no taxis in sight, so Shui Miao started wandering aimlessly.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw five sexy young women wearing miniskirts, all young and beautiful. One of them was Xiao Hong.

“Ah! Shui Miao, it’s you! Are you here looking for me?”

Seeing Shui Miao, Xiao Hong was immediately overjoyed, rushing forward to grab his hand, excitedly jumping up and down, then waving repeatedly at the other girls, “Come quickly, come quickly! This is the great magician I told you about—Shui…”

“Zhang Ling.” Shui Miao interrupted Xiao Hong. “That ‘Shui’ name was just something I made up. My real name is Zhang Ling.”

“Alright, alright, whatever you’re called is fine. Anyway, you’re here now. I’ll take you to meet our leader right away.” Xiao Hong grabbed Shui Miao’s hand and pulled him along, chuckling foolishly, “Now you can’t escape anymore.”

The girls were all about eighteen or nineteen years old. Seeing that Shui Miao was young and handsome, they all came over and grabbed his hands. Shui Miao smiled awkwardly and thought to himself that this magician identity might seem a bit fake, but it could still work. Since he had such good fortune to meet Xiao Hong again, he might as well stay here for a few days and play along.

The leader Xiao Hong mentioned was actually her master—a bald, dark-skinned, fat middle-aged man.

The leader’s surname was Wei, and his given name was a single character, Sheng.

Wei Sheng lived in a luxurious villa, which seemed to indicate he was quite wealthy.

Xiao Hong and the others pressed the doorbell, and after quite a while, Wei Sheng finally came to open the door. He was exaggeratedly dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts and a white undershirt.

Without Shui Miao saying anything, Xiao Hong eagerly introduced him, describing how amazing Shui Miao was, calling him a great magician.

At first glance at Wei Sheng, Shui Miao felt he was definitely no good person. His lustful eyes kept sneaking glances at Xiao Hong’s thighs. Scanning with his divine sense, Shui Miao detected two naked young women lying in Wei Sheng’s room, seemingly quite young but with excellent figures. Moreover, ten safes in his house were filled with cash—probably at least five million yuan. But then, Shui Miao sensed something else, and his heart immediately sank. Buried beneath the yard of Wei Sheng’s house were two female corpses!

Could Wei Sheng be a murderer?

Shui Miao furrowed his brow and immediately felt displeased.

Noticing that Shui Miao’s gaze showed no respect, even a hint of disdain, Wei Sheng also became displeased. He raised his hand, interrupting Xiao Hong mid-sentence, and directly said to Shui Miao, “You don’t look like a magician at all, kid. You’re probably just using the magician thing as an excuse to flirt with girls, right?”

“Actually, I’m a feng shui master, and a super one at that. Magic is too childish for me.” Shui Miao smirked, shaking his head disdainfully.

“What a big mouth you have!” Hearing this, Wei Sheng sneered coldly. “Well, well, you’ve come to pull the wool over my eyes, do you think I’m an idiot? A feng shui master—just you?”

“Words mean nothing without proof. Ability has nothing to do with age!”

Shui Miao still looked at Wei Sheng with disdain.

Wei Sheng nearly flew into a rage. He nodded heavily, “Fine, fine! You said it yourself. Go ahead and examine this villa. If you can find any problems, I’ll use you. But if you can’t—humph! I’ll make sure you spend six months in the hospital.”

“You really want me to examine it?” Shui Miao licked his lips, asking seriously.

Wei Sheng snorted, “You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“What am I scared of? I’m just afraid that if I do find problems, you won’t be able to handle the consequences!” Shui Miao stood his ground, making the tension between them escalate.

“Fine! Examine it!”

Wei Sheng grabbed Shui Miao’s hand and dragged him into the villa, forcing him to look around.

Seeing this, Xiao Hong and the others huddled together nervously, too afraid to speak.

Shui Miao raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and said, “Mr. Wei, I think we should talk privately somewhere quiet. It’s inconvenient with so many people around.”

“Not at all inconvenient. If you don’t speak up now, I’ll call others over.” Wei Sheng, being a lecher himself, assumed others were the same.

“If that’s the case, then fine. I’ll speak directly.” Shui Miao took a deep breath, pushed Wei Sheng’s hand away, made some mysterious gestures, and muttered incantations, “Lord Laozi, by divine decree, grant me the heavenly eye talisman, help me open my yin-yang eyes to see ghosts and spirits!” After chanting mysteriously, he trembled all over, placed his thumb on his forehead, suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked around, then raised his hand to point at the spot where the two female corpses were buried, then pointed at Wei Sheng, raising two fingers. At this moment, Wei Sheng’s face turned pale, his eyes widened, his legs trembled, and he quickly grabbed Shui Miao’s hand, stuttering, “Master, master, don’t say anything, don’t say anything more! Let’s go inside and talk—talk properly!”