162: Chapter 162 Apology

Han Jingyang resisted his discomfort, walked into the courtyard supported by Shi Xiaoya, glanced at the people tied up, looked up at the black clouds still churning, and smiled at the Old man in white shirt: "Old man, do you regret it now?"

"Regret what?"

"Not listening to my advice and making preparations earlier."

"Prepare for what?"

"Don't play dumb. I don't believe you didn't notice the abnormality above your head."

The Old man in white shirt scrutinized Han Jingyang, and after a moment, asked cautiously: "You can see it?"

"Is mere Qi Observation so rare?"

"It is very rare. My subordinates are full of talented people, and some understand Qi Observation, but their Qi Observation seems to be different from yours; the difference is like night and day."

So, Qi Observation techniques are not all the same.

The attributes and skills identified are not only powerful but also unique.

I need to be careful in the future to avoid revealing my secrets.

I'm not really afraid of revealing my secrets.

But I'm afraid of scaring other metaphysics practitioners and enthusiasts.

Constantly shattering their worldviews is not something worth bragging about.

Healing the sick and saving people is still within the realm of common knowledge; theoretically, other metaphysics practitioners can do that too.

But the ability to directly observe Qi with the naked eye using "Qi Observation" is too terrifying.

This ability is equivalent to observing quantum particles with the naked eye. If word got out, not only would all physicists doubt their lives, but even Planck would open his coffin lid and climb out to see for himself.

Therefore, act high-profile, but keep your true skills low-profile.

Some things can be revealed; I'm not afraid of people knowing.

But some must be hidden tightly, the kind you take to the grave.

Therefore, Han Jingyang smiled and said: "That's because their cultivation is not up to par. Even a rough martial artist like you can sense the abnormality, yet those practitioners see nothing. Isn't that proof that their cultivation is insufficient?"

The Old man in white shirt thought about it: "That makes sense. But now is not the time to dwell on that. Little Han, tell me about what you see first."

"Dark clouds covering the sky. I don't know what kind of spell it is; it's my first time seeing it too."

"Can you break it?"

"Yes, but are you willing to?"

"This..."

The two looked at each other and did not continue the topic.

Breaking it is easy.

But the clue that was so hard to find would be broken again.

Maintaining the status quo actually gives a chance to follow the trail.

The Old man in white shirt's subordinates?

It doesn't matter. Anyway, no one died. Although it looks bloody, in the face of modern medicine, these are just flesh wounds; it's a minor issue.

The old fox and the young fox were each calculating in their own minds, and they tacitly walked outside the courtyard.

The Old man in white shirt pulled a Little Panda cigarette from his pocket: "Want a smoke?"

Han Jingyang shook his head.

"Not smoking is good, it's healthy," the old man said, lighting it leisurely and taking a slow puff before asking: "How do you plan to handle this?"

"What about you?" Han Jingyang asked back.

"Shall we exchange ideas?"

"Sure, but you haven't even introduced yourself. It doesn't look like we can exchange ideas."

"Bai Sixing."

"Han Jingyang."

The two shook hands, which counted as a re-introduction and also expressed sincerity.

Bai Sixing looked up at the sky: "I have a way to disperse these ghostly things, but subsequent Tracking is a difficult problem."

Han Jingyang nodded: "Same here. Dispersing is easy, Tracking is hard."

"I heard your dharma instrument is very magical. Do you have one suitable for Tracking?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have one on hand. To be precise, up until now, I haven't discovered such a dharma instrument—not a single one."

"Then what should we do?"

"How about we disperse it first?"

"Really no other way?"

"Correct," Han Jingyang nodded very affirmatively.

Bai Sixing stared at Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang did not show any weakness and stared back without blinking.

After a moment, Bai Sixing looked away: "I have a dharma instrument, which is a secret passed down from my sect, but in my generation, no one knows how to use it. Are you interested?"

Holy crap?

The old man understands me!

He knows what I want!

And he is straightforward and direct, not wasting time or playing mysterious games!

I like such sensible customers.

Besides, the old man Bai is powerful and has a high status, so the secret inheritance of his sect must be good.

Therefore, Han Jingyang reached out and said sincerely: "Deal."

"Deal," Bai Sixing shook hands with Han Jingyang again: "What do we do next?"

"Wait a moment," Han Jingyang ran to the luggage bag that Liu Jing had brought over, rummaged through it, and dug out a bronze token.

This was a token made of brass.

The surface was heavily oxidized with a thick patina, looking dirty, but there were no bumps or defects, and it was well preserved.

It felt heavy in the hand.

It felt cold to the touch.

The front was engraved with the character "Capture", and the back had the character "Bing".

It was an item from the Xuande period, but the workmanship and materials were average, so the market price was not high. When Han Jingyang bought it, he only spent 1,800.

But the attributes identified were quite good.

Although it had no skills.

"Name: Ming Xuande Period Bronze Token."

"Grade: Sixth Grade."

"Attribute: Tracking +5."

"Skill: None."

Tracking +5.

Before coming, Han Jingyang guessed that he might need this thing, so he had Liu Jing casually put it in the bag.

Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

Han Jingyang held the token and shook it at Bai Sixing: "This is a quite rare dharma instrument. Wearing it on your person can grant a certain Tracking effect, though the specific effect varies from person to person."

Bai Sixing beamed with joy: "Then what are we waiting for?"

Han Jingyang also smiled: "Waiting for you to say you regret it."

"Regret what?"

"You really don't regret it?" Han Jingyang pointed to the injured people of all sizes in the courtyard.

"No regrets," Bai Sixing shook his head: "They make a living doing this; they have long been prepared. Let alone injuries, even if they had to sacrifice themselves, they would have no complaints."

"I am asking about you. Do you regret not listening to me?"

Bai Sixing gave a light hum: "You just want to hear me say I regret it, and then apologize to you, right?"

After finishing, he immediately straightened his expression, cupped his hands, and bowed: "Mr. Han, I was wrong. I was wrong for not listening to your warning, and wrong for my arrogance. It was my negligence that caused so many people to be injured. Please forgive me."

Han Jingyang looked at the Old man in white shirt's bowed head and felt relieved.

Old man, I kindly reminded you before, but you didn't take it seriously.

Know you were wrong now?

If it weren't for that so-called secret treasure, I might not have forgiven you even if you knelt down and begged me.

That's what he thought, but he couldn't say it like that.

Han Jingyang chuckled and helped Bai Sixing up: "I forgive you. Get ready to start. When I say start, you start; when I say stop, you stop. No problem, right?"

"No problem. My Gang Qi has long reached the realm of retracting and releasing freely."

"Gang Qi?"

Han Jingyang glanced at the blazing cluster of Qi inside Bai Sixing's body.

This is called Gang Qi?

Can it really leave the body to attack and defend like the internal energy described in novels?

I'll take a good look in a moment.

This world is becoming more and more exciting and complex. I must study it more; who knows when I might encounter similar enemies.

Thinking this, he waved at Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya: "Drive the car over."

After the two were ready, he nodded at Bai Sixing: "Ready."

Hearing this, Bai Sixing returned to the courtyard, sat cross-legged, and gave Han Jingyang an "OK" sign.