The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 490: Exorcising Evil

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: Exorcising Evil

A magic artifact, as its name implies, is an object with mystic patterns on it.

It can harness natural Yuan Force and possesses primary mana.

The principle behind the Yin-Yang Yin Gathering Altar is very simple; it has two mystical patterns—one that causes the airflow to rotate clockwise, and one that causes it to rotate counterclockwise.

In the altar, a suction force naturally arises.

This magic artifact is of the Wind Element Force attribute.

Since it has a low frequency, it belongs to the Secondary Wind Element Force.

Humans can hardly feel the presence of the wind, but Yin Souls can sense it.

Long Fei opened the lid, his spiritual power stirred, and he activated the mystic pattern above, trying it out on He Tiantian.

A Mysterious Light immediately emerged from the opening of the altar, emitting a humming buzz.

A suction force instantly enveloped He Tiantian, incessantly pulling at the Yin Soul behind her and swallowing it into the altar.

He Tiantian was watching an animated film, about three meters away from Long Fei.

At this moment, her body suddenly shook as if she were electrocuted, and her little hands couldn’t help but tremble.

Streams of black mist emerged through her pours, clear even to He Yan’s eyes.

With a whoosh, these entities let out a shrill scream, and in the blink of an eye, they were all sucked into the Yin-Yang Yin Gathering Altar.

Long Fei replaced the altar’s lid, and Little Tiantian also collapsed onto the sofa.

"Tiantian!"

He Yan rushed over in fear and called out to her twice as she held her.

Long Fei consoled her, "She’s fine, she just needs to sleep it off."

Removing an ailment is like drawing silk from cocoons, let alone extracting a stream of Yin Malevolence Qi from her body.

At such a tender age, she naturally couldn’t withstand it.

Long Fei went over, grabbed Little Tiantian’s arm, and sent strands of pure Yang essential Qi into her body.

Her icy cold body soon warmed up, and beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead.

Zhang Yinyang watched, full of admiration, never expecting Long Fei to be able to actually use this artifact.

His master had said that it would take at least fifty to sixty years to cultivate to such a level.

After a while, He Tiantian opened her eyes and weakly called out, "Mommy, I’m so tired?"

"It’s okay, just sleep if you’re tired, you don’t have to go to school today!"

He Yan, touching her little face, was so excited she burst into tears, relieved at last.

She covered her daughter with a blanket and, looking at Long Fei, didn’t know how to thank him.

"Well, our job here is done, we should be going."

Long Fei said his farewells and stood up.

He Yan quickly invited them to stay, "You’ve been busy the whole day, how about having a meal before you go? I just bought two pounds of fresh meat, I could make dumplings for you?"

Zhang Yinyang, patting his belly, was actually feeling hungry.

"No need, we still have some things to take care of, you should spend more time with Tiantian!"

Long Fei declined, kicking Zhang Yinyang in the rear as a hint not to be so brazen.

He couldn’t stay in a single woman’s house for too long; it might lead to idle gossip.

He might not mind, but He Yan still had to consider her own marriage prospects!

A flicker of disappointment crossed He Yan’s face as she saw Long Fei and Zhang Yinyang off and watched them drive away.

Zhang Yinyang, rubbing his stomach, frowned and said, "Master, she was showing so much enthusiasm, why did you refuse?"

Long Fei shot him a glance and said, "Don’t call me that; I’m not your master!"

Zhang Yinyang coughed dryly and obediently closed his mouth.

He had been of great help today, and Long Fei hadn’t treated him unfairly, treating him to a meal at the nearby Haidilao.

The two got a private room and ordered meat and vegetables as if they were dining for ten people.

The waitstaff were all amazed, thinking they might be one of those professional eating streamers doing a live broadcast.

Once the hot pot was ready, Zhang Yinyang blanched a chopstick of lamb and ate it right away.

These days I was training every day at Jenny’s, and it had been a long time since I had a hot pot meal.

"Is the food not good over there?"

Watching him wolf down his food, Long Fei thought he had just been released from detention.

Zhang Yinyang wiped his mouth and complained, "It’s not that it’s bad, it’s too good, almost like at a gym. We eat portion-controlled nutritional meals, can’t eat this, can’t eat that, my mouth has become tasteless as a bird’s."

Long Fei smiled and raised his beer to clink glasses with him.

Zhang Yinyang looked at him earnestly and pleaded, "Master Long, please take me on! I truly want to follow you in cultivation, regardless of whether I might ascend mountains of swords or plunge into seas of flames. With just one word from you, I, Zhang Yinyang, absolutely won’t have any complaints."

He could tell that Long Fei was a master hard to find even with a lantern.

If he missed this chance, he would never have the opportunity to turn his life around.

Long Fei asked, "Do your parents know about you doing these things?"

Cultivation goes against the natural order, and things could go south, ending in death and obliteration.

Long Fei was reluctant to take on disciples lightly for fear of entangling himself in karma with them.

Should the situation change in the future, he might drag them down with him.

Zhang Yinyang replied dejectedly, "I grew up in an orphanage; my parents threw me away right after I was born. Probably because they felt that my eye disease would be a burden to them!"

"It seems we have a shared misery!"

Long Fei took a sip of his drink and felt a little closer to him in spirit.

He agreed, "Alright, I’ll take you on as a disciple. But you have to understand one thing: cultivation is an act against nature. Once you step onto this path, you put your life aside, ready to be extinguished at any moment. The dangers of the cultivation world are far beyond those of the ordinary world, so you need to think it over carefully."

Overwhelmed with excitement, Zhang Yinyang sprang up, poured Long Fei some wine, and knelt down, expressing with gravity, "Master, I have thought it over. My life was already picked up for free, even an extra day is a bonus. No matter the danger I face in the future, I will have no regrets."

Long Fei nodded, drank the offered drink, and said no more.

He took a petal of the Blood Spirit Flower from his Storage Ring and had Zhang Yinyang eat it.

Then he had Zhang remove his shirt and sit opposite him.

A rush of Essential Qi soon careened within Zhang Yinyang’s belly. Long Fei swiftly inserted a silver needle to stabilize the Essential Qi.

Then following the Ren Meridian upwards, with the final needle landing on the Baihui Acupoint, he had him attempt to make a breakthrough.

If he had talent, he would succeed at once.

If not, he was destined to be an ordinary person, and he could then focus on practicing magical techniques.

After a while, vapor began to rise from Zhang Yinyang’s head.

The Essential Qi wreaked havoc in his brain, causing a buzzing in his ears and a sensation as if his head was about to burst.

Seeing the right moment, Long Fei inserted a needle into the first acupoint of the Governor Channel, the rear crown point.

One second passed,

Two seconds passed,

Three seconds passed.

Zhang Yinyang’s talent indeed far surpassed that of Fat Wang and Lu Buping.

In just over a minute, the silver needle on his rear crown point jumped up several times.

The Essential Qi broke through smoothly, opening up the governor and conception vessels.

His talent was not bad, though he still fell far behind those unrivaled women.

You see, it only took Lin Yingying and the others three or four seconds to succeed in their breakthroughs.

Long Fei helped him guide the Qi downward, allowing the Essential Qi to follow his Governor Channel back to his belly, completing a cycle of Grand Circulation.

Ordinarily, these things should have been realized by them on their own.

Long Fei was somewhat accelerating their progress prematurely, directly helping them to skip this step.

When he had opened up his own governor and conception vessels, it had taken him a great deal of effort.

After he finished with these tasks, Zhang Yinyang sat with his eyes closed, continuing to meditate and circulate Qi.

Long Fei went back to eating his hot pot. After a while, the waitress came in to add soup to the pot.

When she saw Zhang Yinyang shirtless, sitting with his back to Long Fei, her face turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she bit her lip.

It has to be said, Zhang Yinyang’s slender, pale body had a delicate beauty compared to Long Fei, giving off a kind of Yin softness.

Looking at them together, they did have a certain CP appeal.