The Mystical Biological Mother Returns, the Villainous Sons Stand Up Straight – Chapter 82

Ch 82: Mystical Arts Association

Gu Qingyin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “What are you talking about? The door is already open.”

Huo Xingchen looked at the wall that hadn’t changed and questioned, “Where’s the door?”

“Well… ordinary mortals can’t see it.” Gu Qingyin grabbed Huo Xingchen’s arm, lightly pulled him forward, and effortlessly pushed him towards the wall.

In an instant, Huo Xingchen lost control of his body and crashed straight into the wall. He subconsciously closed his eyes, but the expected pain didn’t come.

It felt like hitting a thin film, and he broke free with a little force, then his ears were suddenly filled with noise.

Huo Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously opened his eyes, looking shocked.

Countless red lanterns floated in the air, rising and falling, illuminating the night sky. Below were antique buildings, with many people coming and going on the road, and even very down-to-earth stalls on the roadside.

The stall owners sat on small stools, with a cloth spread out in front of them, casually displaying a few strange things.

Huo Xingchen looked at them for a while and didn’t recognize any of them.

“What are you standing there for? Let’s go this way.”

Gu Qingyin pushed him and walked into the crowd with Old Liu, Huo Xingchen quickly followed, his head turning uncontrollably from side to side, his eyes full of novelty.

Especially when he accidentally saw someone flying past in the air on a sword.

Huo Xingchen’s mouth immediately formed an “O” shape.

“People can really fly!”

Gu Qingyin glanced at him lightly, “In the entire Mystical Arts World, there are only a few who can fly, you’re quite lucky.”

Huo Xingchen’s eyes sparkled, “Can you fly?”

Gu Qingyin rolled her eyes, “Of course I can’t.”

Huo Xingchen: “…Then what are you proud of?”

Gu Qingyin reflected for a moment, “Was I proud?”

Old Liu nodded fairly, “A little bit.”

Gu Qingyin snorted, “What’s so good about flying? It’s just a living target.”

Huo Xingchen curled his lips, “Sour grapes.”

“That’s not right.” Old Liu shook his head and said, “In this Dharma Ending Age, it’s almost impossible to break free from the Earth’s gravity and fly on your own. Those who can fly rely on magical artifacts passed down from their families. If you can’t control them well, it’s better to keep your feet on the ground.”

“What if you can control them well?” Huo Xingchen asked relentlessly.

Old Liu: “Well… so far, no one can control them well.”

Huo Xingchen didn’t believe it, “The one who just flew past was flying very well.”

Gu Qingyin couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped him on the forehead, “Flying speed is slower than running, what’s so good about it? If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense. It not only makes you look stupid, but also embarrasses us.”

Huo Xingchen closed his mouth angrily, obviously unconvinced, and then followed behind them all the way without saying a word.

Gu Qingyin also looked around as she walked, “It hasn’t changed much.” The place was still the same, only the stall owners had changed.

Old Liu smiled when he heard this, “It’s been twenty years. Even if they’re not doing well, they can’t come back to set up a stall. The stall owners have changed twice.” Setting up a stall with their grand-disciples would be a laughing stock.

Passing through the bustling street, the three turned into a small alley, only two meters wide. After a few minutes, they came out of the alley, and a magnificent modern building came into view.

Gu Qingyin was stunned, “Wasn’t it originally a courtyard house and an octagonal building? Who changed it like this?” She looked at the high-tech building in front of her and then at the antique commercial street behind her, “Doesn’t this look awkward?”

“It’s awkward, but there’s no way around it.” Old Liu sighed, “During the President election three years ago, the two candidates fought, and the entire octagonal building collapsed. After the new President took office, he rebuilt the headquarters like this.”

Gu Qingyin’s mouth twitched, “Who is the new President? Do I know him?” He’s quite willful.

“A young man who only emerged ten years ago, you probably don’t know him.” Old Liu said, “The President is called Tuoba Yan, he’s only in his early thirties this year, but he’s very strong.”

Gu Qingyin really didn’t know him. She smiled and said, “The name is quite Dragon-like.”

Old Liu was confused, who is Dragon?

Huo Xingchen sneered, who is worthy of being compared to Dragon?

As they spoke, the three entered the building.

As soon as they entered the hall, a white shadow floated over.

Huo Xingchen reflexively tensed up, his fingers subconsciously forming a hand gesture, and wisps of thunder light condensed at his fingertips. Just as he was about to activate it, he was held down by Gu Qingyin.

Old Liu also quickly said, “Don’t be nervous, it’s just the front desk receptionist.”

Huo Xingchen looked blank, what the hell?

“You scared me to death.” The white shadow made a high-pitched voice with an echo, “I thought I was going to change bodies again.”

Huo Xingchen became vigilant again, this is a ghost!

Gu Qingyin had no choice but to hold his hand again, “Be good, don’t get agitated. The Mystical Arts Association generally doesn’t have ghosts. If there are any, they must be raised by a Taoist Master.”

Old Liu nodded repeatedly and introduced with a smile, “This is the President’s pet, called Little White. When he’s bored, he works as a receptionist on the first floor, guiding Taoist Masters who are not familiar with the building’s layout to handle their business.”

Gu Qingyin sized up Little White, and after a few seconds, she suddenly realized, “So it’s a Soul Beast.”

Soul Beast, the name for beasts that embark on the path of Cultivation in the form of a soul after death.

Little White “Ya”ed and said, “You actually saw through my true form. I knew this paper figure body wouldn’t work. I’m going to find Tuoba Yan to change it.” After saying that, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and Little White flew away on the wind.

Gu Qingyin rubbed her chin, “It’s rare to see a paper figure as tall as a person. President Tuoba is very thoughtful.”

“Let’s go up too.” Old Liu said, “President Tuoba is on the top floor.”

Entering the elevator, Gu Qingyin asked suspiciously, “Why are there so few people here?”

“The time is wrong.” Old Liu said, “Everyone is busy at night, the daytime is the peak period for handling business.”

When they reached the top floor, the elevator opened, and the corridor was empty, with no one in sight.

“This floor isn’t just for the President alone, is it?” Gu Qingyin guessed jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Old Liu nodded, “The entire floor is used by the President. He usually lives here.”

Gu Qingyin couldn’t help but tut, not knowing whether to say the President was dedicated or wasteful.

The President’s office twenty years ago wasn’t even twenty square meters, but now, things were indeed different.

The corridor was covered with a red carpet, and warm yellow wall lamps hung on both sides of the walls. The double doors at the end were particularly eye-catching. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they had entered a high-end hotel.

Gu Qingyin frowned slightly, what an incongruous mess.

“Your President really knows how to enjoy himself.” Huo Xingchen said bluntly, with a hint of sarcasm, “He wouldn’t have decorated his place like a palace, would he?”

Old Liu paused when he heard this, recalled the decoration style of the President’s office, and couldn’t say a word in rebuttal.

Huo Xingchen was very surprised, “No way, is it really that exaggerated?”

Gu Qingyin pursed her lips, and her impression of this new President was completely ruined.

（End of Chapter）