stjorthotic Chapter 10: Like the Nine Heavenly Gods
Chapter 10: Like the Nine Heavenly Gods
Everyone in the room froze in place.
Chu Yingxiong's hand, which was pointing at Su Nan, froze in mid-air. His mouth was wide open, and the roar he was about to utter was stuck in his throat. He couldn't utter a single word. The anger on his face was instantly replaced by disbelief and horror, and his eyes were so wide that they almost popped out.
He had just seen it clearly: the boy sat there without moving a muscle, let alone making a move. He simply said one sentence, and his daughter, who was possessed by evil spirits and whose condition was so severe that even the chanting of sutras by eighteen high monks could not subdue her, fell silent.
The group of monks standing nearby were completely dumbfounded.
The old abbot's prayer beads fell to the ground with a "clatter" and rolled a long way.
He and his eighteen disciples chanted scriptures at the top of their lungs for almost an hour, their throats burning with pain, their vocal cords already overworked.
He couldn't even swallow his saliva, and even after drinking three bottles of mineral water, he still couldn't recover. And what was the result?
There were only two instances in total where Chu Yahan remained silent for a brief minute.
But now,
What they couldn't accomplish even with their lives, this high school student, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen, simply sat there and casually uttered five words, silencing the extremely ferocious evil spirit.
The group of monks looked at each other, their faces a mixture of confusion and shock.
Everyone turned their attention to Su Nan, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
Their first impression of the boy was that he was young, too young. His face still had the naivety of a high school student, and he was wearing a faded blue and white school uniform.
There wasn't a single thing about him that looked special.
Forget about the aura of a master; he doesn't even have the slightest air of a wandering fortune teller.
They're no different from any other high school seniors you see on the street.
Being young means having less experience. In their industry, the older you are, the more sought-after you are, and the older you are, the more capable you are perceived to be.
What kind of skills or persuasive power could such a young child possess?
My second impression was that it was unremarkable.
He wasn't dressed in the professional robes like them, nor did he carry any ritual implements. There wasn't even a trace of incense or cinnabar on him. He just sat down in the chair empty-handed, without even glancing at the bed.
Yet this seemingly ordinary young man managed to subdue the evil spirit that even eighteen monks couldn't handle with just a few words.
The old abbot bent down to pick up the prayer beads that were rolling on the ground, his fingers trembling slightly. Looking at Su Nan's back, his heart was in turmoil: Just who is this young man?
Words,
At this moment, Chu Yingxiong, after all, was a man who had seen a lot. He had been in the business world for more than ten years and had seen all sorts of strange and unusual things.
He was stunned for only a dozen seconds before he realized that the young man in front of him was not a charlatan at all, but a truly capable master.
This also reminded him of their previous phone call. On the phone, the young man in front of him kept saying that he could solve the Chu family's problems, but he thought it was a scam.
Looking back now, this wasn't bragging or fraud at all; they genuinely had the confidence to back it up.
"Um, um..." Thinking of this, the anger on Chu Yingxiong's face vanished instantly, replaced by full respect and eagerness.
He hurriedly lowered his index finger that was pointing at Su Nan, took two steps forward, lowered his posture considerably, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Classmate, no, Master, I was blind to your greatness just now and offended you greatly. Please forgive me, you are a magnanimous person."
Chu Yingxiong took a deep breath and directly quoted his price. His tone was resolute and without the slightest hesitation. He continued, "As long as you can save my daughter, I, Chu Yingxiong, will immediately transfer five million to your account."
"After this is done, if you need anything in Jiangcheng, as long as it's within my power, I, Chu Yingxiong, will do it without hesitation."
Five million could save his daughter's life, which was well worth it for Chu Yingxiong.
Let alone five million, even twenty million, he wouldn't blink an eye as long as it could bring Chu Yahan back to normal!
of course
A wise person would understand that his promise—that he would do whatever he could without hesitation—was more valuable than any amount of money.
He has become the richest man in Jiangcheng not only because he holds a fortune like tree branches, but also because he has power and status that others cannot reach. He has a wealth of government resources and connections.
He could easily resolve any difficulties Su Nan might encounter.
This long-standing personal relationship cannot be compared to a figure of 500 million.
"master."
After saying this, Chu Yingxiong looked at Su Nan expectantly, waiting for his response.
In his opinion, these two conditions were more than enough to make the boy's heart flutter.
"..." But Su Nan seemed not to hear him at all, not even lifting her eyelids, still leaning back in her chair, calmly looking out the window, completely ignoring him.
This left Chu Yingxiong standing there, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air, his expectation gradually turning into confusion and bewilderment.
He has done countless business deals and met countless people in his life, from provincial leaders to street vendors; he can easily handle all kinds of people.
But when faced with this young man, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all. He wouldn't accept money or even a huge favor, and he didn't show any interest in him. So what did he want?
Just as Chu Yingxiong was at a loss and his mind was racing, Su Nan finally made a move.
Su Nan slowly stood up and walked to the bedside.
As he approached step by step, Chu Yahan, who was curled up on the bed, trembled even more violently, like a quail thrown into the cold winter.
He buried his head in his chest, not daring to look at Su Nan even once. All the muscles in his body were tense, and he made a soft, fearful whimper from his throat.
The chilling aura emanating from her dissipated rapidly as Su Nan approached, like encountering summer snow. Even the gloomy, cold atmosphere on the walls faded somewhat.
"interesting."
Beside the bed, Su Nan's gaze fell on Chu Yahan's neck.
Beneath that white, slender neck, like a swan's, bulged a protrusion—a human face with slightly defined features.
"That's really interesting."
Looking at the face trembling beneath the skin, Su Nan smiled faintly and slowly uttered three words again.
"Get out of my way, you're blocking my analysis."
Su Nan has now switched to a mode of observing energy forms with a third eye.
This face became an obstacle preventing Su Nan from seeing things clearly.
Immediately, Su Nan raised an eyebrow, his tone calm yet impatient, carrying an undeniable air of authority, and spoke to that face.
Words,
at the same time,
As Su Nan finished speaking, the protruding face visibly shrank back under everyone's gaze.
Like a startled mouse, it vanished instantly from Chu Yahan's slender swan neck, leaving no trace whatsoever; the entire process took less than a second.