285: Chapter 281 Iga School 285: Chapter 281 Iga School In a district of Capital City, within an embassy displaying the Japanese flag, inside an office.
Murakami Taro sat in front of his desk, picking up a document from the thick stack in front of him, and examined it word by word.
The document contained contents unknown.
As Murakami Taro read, he alternated between frowning, sighing, and bursting into laughter.
“Dingling, dingling…”
Suddenly, a ringing sounded from the telephone on the right side of his desk.
“Hello, who is this?” Murakami Taro picked up the phone and asked directly.
“What?
That Chen Hai finally showed up?
He’s in his house at West Mountain now?”
“Alright, I understand!”
“The payment owed to you all will be transferred directly into your accounts…”
The call, lasting just under a minute, was swiftly disconnected and Murakami Taro lit a cigarette for himself.
Though it had been over half a year since the death of his senior sister Ono Sari, he still felt the pain lodged in his throat, preoccupying his thoughts.
Who exactly was responsible for the tragic death of his beloved senior sister Ono in that car?
To this day, he still hadn’t uncovered any leads.
He only knew that her death was definitely connected to Chen Hai!
Unfortunately, just when he was prepared to take revenge, Chen Hai had suddenly vanished without a trace.
To find Chen Hai, Murakami Taro had sought the help of numerous organizations over the past half a year, paying a hefty price.
Carelessly, half a year had passed by.
It was only today that he finally received reliable information regarding Chen Hai.
The cigarette he had just lit was now fully smoked.
Straightening up, Murakami Taro picked up the phone on his desk and dialed directly.
“Mr.
Ono, it’s me, Murakami Taro.”
“I’m calling to inform you that the target has appeared, right here in Capital City.”
“I naturally trust the Iga School with the job; last time, you handled that young man surnamed Kang from the USA brilliantly.”
“This time, the person you are dealing with is the main target.
Once he is dead, you will have fulfilled your promise.”
“On my part, I will hand over everything I know about the secret techniques of the Snow Mountain Sect’s Onmyoji, completely and intact, to you.”
…
This time, the call made by Murakami Taro lasted relatively long.
After spending five to six minutes on the phone, he finally hung up and settled back into his office chair.
“Taoist Skill masters, like our Onmyoji from Japan, have fragile bodies.”
“Iga School of Ninja, however, are entirely different.
If they get close, even the most powerful Taoist Skill master will die with a single strike!”
“Let Mr.
Ono and his team handle Chen Hai this time.
If there indeed is a Taoist Skill master behind him, and he dares to show up, he surely won’t see the sun the next day!”
Murakami Taro’s face turned ferocious, appearing almost distorted as he spoke through gritted teeth.
In the mysterious realm of Japan, Onmyoji gain their power by serving deities with their whole hearts and souls to win the deities’ favor.
Ninjas, on the other hand, endure what ordinary people cannot, using extreme methods of cultivation to enter a mysterious trance-like state.
Through this, they communicate with certain entities and gain a slight divine enhancement.
For ninjas, their own martial strength is fundamental.
The slight divine power they receive merely helps to better manifest their abilities.
Different ninja sects have secret techniques to communicate with different entities.
Once, a ninja sect communicated with an unknown creature resembling a giant turtle.
From that giant turtle, the sect’s ninjas gained the power to move freely through seawater.
However, that sect had long since vanished in the river of history.
A recent popular cartoon in Japan called TMNT was specifically created to mock that sect.
To speak truthfully, the ninjas of that sect were only slightly shorter and had shorter limbs, but they definitely did not turn into green turtles.
It is said that in the heavenly realm of Takamagahara in Japan, there reside eight million deities.
Perhaps, the deities they see are merely demons.
Both Onmyoji and ninjas communicate with some existences in Takamagahara.
However, Onmyoji view the power they get from Takamagahara as their foundation, whereas ninjas merely see the power from the deities as a supplement to their own strength.
Though these two different methods of cultivation are not completely opposed, the chances of them coexisting harmoniously are slim.
Murakami Taro, a former disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect of Onmyoji, conspiring with Iga School of Ninja.
Attempting to sell the secrets of his own sect for the support of the Iga School is a grave taboo.
“Not to speak ill of him, but the things he’s done, if they ever got out, if the Yin-Yang Master Sect ever heard of it, then Murakami Taro would definitely be on a dead-end road, absolutely unable to survive a month.”
It seems that the death of Senior Sister Ono had truly dealt him a heavy blow.
Now, he was crazed, acting recklessly without any regard for consequences.
As long as he could avenge Senior Sister Ono, he had completely disregarded even his own life and death.
“As long as I can kill Chen Hai and find that Taoist Skill master behind him and kill him too, Sister’s vengeance will be thoroughly avenged!”
“By then, I will disembowel myself, die out of love, and go down to accompany my sister.”
“The Iga School dreaming of obtaining our Snow Mountain Sect’s Secret Techniques is purely wishful thinking.”
“I, Murakami Taro, although a discarded disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, it is absolutely impossible for me to betray my sect…”
A fierce expression appeared on his face as Murakami Taro huffed lightly, stood up, and walked out of his office.
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Chen Hai, of course, had no idea about what was happening with Murakami Taro at the Japan Embassy.
After tending to Uncle Ban’s treatment at his place, Chen Hai didn’t stay long and had bid farewell.
As the saying goes, “a short parting feels like a honeymoon.”
Although there were some displeasures between Chen Hai and his girlfriend, Ye Qingqing, both seemed to have ignored them after the incident.
Small conflicts between spouses are normal, and as they say, you fight at one end of the bed and make up at the other!
Just after dusk, not long after dinner, Chen Hai was pulled into the bedroom by his girlfriend.
That night, Ye Qingqing was wildly passionate.
Although Chen Hai’s lifelong pursuit was Cultivation, engaging in certain activities during leisure time still brought him joy.
The next morning, Ye Qingqing got up early and went to school.
As for Chen Hai, who was forced to submit a “household assignment” early in the morning, even his Cultivation practice was delayed, so he simply lazed around in bed for a while longer.
It wasn’t until nearly nine in the morning that he lazily got out of bed.
He didn’t bother Tian Mingjian.
After all, Chen Hai knew about his wife’s imminent labor.
During his own crucial breakthrough retreat, Tian Mingjian had accompanied him in the wild for half a year, unable to care for his wife, who had to rely temporarily on a nanny.
Chen Hai wasn’t heartless—since he had finished his retreat, he simply gave Tian Mingjian a long leave to accompany his wife.
Originally, he had planned to return to his hometown in Liuyuan County.
However, due to treating Uncle Ban’s leg, his return to his hometown had to be postponed.
After making calls to his parents and Sun Jinzhong and Brother Qiang,
Chen Hai drove the Jeep Cherokee that had been parked outside his West Mountain Villa for half a year, speeding toward Liuhua Alley.
He had even skipped breakfast entirely.
Now, he didn’t feel hungry even if he went without food for three to five days.
With every breath, it felt like threads of scorching air streamed into his body.
This flow of air might be what legends called Spiritual Energy.
With this unknown flow of air entering his body with his breath, it seemed to satisfy his normal daily needs.
In Taoism, there has always been talk of Fasting.
Perhaps upon reaching the stage of Object Control, he had unintentionally achieved true Fasting without realizing it.
Yesterday, he did eat quite a bit of the food prepared by his girlfriend, Ye Qingqing, but that was merely to satisfy his taste buds.
“Kill this little bastard, who seduced me into buying a house, and said that within six months, the house prices must drop?”
“Last year when I sold the house, it was only three thousand yuan per square meter, and now it’s nearly five thousand in our neighborhood this year; he’s still in college, my drop, your mom’s drop?”
“Our family believed this kid’s nonsense, sold our own house for more than two hundred thousand, and now, to buy it back, it’s nearly worth four hundred thousand according to the current market!”
…
At the entrance of Liuhua Alley, noisy and bustling.
A young man was cornered, and a crowd of almost ten people, old and young, men and women, were either spitting on him or hitting him.
Chen Hai’s original intention in coming to Liuhua Alley was to check on his newly reconstructed courtyard house.
But now, with a crowd blocking the way, Chen Hai’s car couldn’t get through.
After honking several times with no sign of the crowd letting through, Chen Hai, helplessly, parked the car nearby and got out.
“Auntie, Uncle Three, Brother Zhang, believe me one more time!”
“Before next year, the house prices in Capital City will absolutely drop!”
Cornered against the wall, the young man who was beaten black and blue finally managed to steady himself using the wall, and he fervently declared loudly.
“Wang Huachun?” Seeing the face of this guy, Chen Hai, who was about to cross the crowd and directly enter the alley, paused, a baffled expression crossing his face.