The Daily Life of the Immortal King - Chapter 106

Chapter 106

In the handful of seconds when the eyes of the long-haired man in white penetrated the faint haze, the three individuals were unexpectedly drawn into an illusion of slow-moving time .

Time seemed to slow down, and a few short seconds felt like a few hours . The sense of supreme spiritual oppression which emanated from that gaze was like a sawtooth slicing away at a person's soul and awareness inch by inch .

Their clothes were completely soaked in sweat and they looked like drowned rats .

When the director and his tall and short subordinates from Landscape Manor roused from their confusion, they were stunned to find that the man in white had disappeared .

"Director Song . . . "

The two subordinates called his name several times before this older and more mature-looking man came back to his senses .

Where was the man?

Gone . . .

Where did he go?

No idea at all . . .

Everything had happened in just an instant .

That man was a Soul Formation cultivator!

At that very moment, the director's heart filled with horror .

With a somber expression, he wiped at the excessive sweat on his face, like a wiper clearing a windscreen of rain .

Soul Formation cultivators were capable of glimpsing and applying the laws of heaven and earth . In the face of such a person, especially if there was a disparity in strength, the ability to hide your aura was of little use . . . in the face of absolute power and under absolute oppression, even your perception of time would become distorted .

"No wonder you couldn't deal with this family . From the very beginning, we underestimated their strength . . . "

Director Song clenched his fists and turned around to look in the direction of the Wang family's small villa with a deep, bitter gaze — this family was absolutely not simple!

But now was not the time to bother with these things .

This family had sent the mask off so blatantly it was obvious that they didn't want to wade into these waters . Therefore, their priority now was to investigate the identity of the man in white and grab the stone ghost mask off him before he did anything else .

As Director Song cupped his chin and carefully considered the situation, the two subordinates next to him suddenly asked, " . . . What do we do now, Lord Director?"

"This senior in white used spiritual pressure to intimidate us; it was clear he wasn't looking to engage us in a fight . Given his abilities, I'm afraid he's already far away by now . But what should be checked has to be checked . . . " Saying this, Director Song took off his gold-rimmed glasses and pressed an inconspicuous button on the side of the frame .

In a flash, light shot out from the glasses lens, then an image was projected directly into the air . . .

"This is . . . !" The two subordinates were astonished .

It was a video recording of the man in white as he left the Wang family's small villa and walked down the road . When the video reached the moment when the man had turned his head, it was cut off .

"In serving the Lord, I need to consider everything . " Director Song smiled slightly .

Although the video had been cut off due to the man in white's overwhelming spiritual pressure, the recording had still gotten a clear image of his appearance .

Turning off the video, Director Song carefully folded the glasses, then nodded with satisfaction . "This object is not bad, it was able to withstand very strong pressure . When I write a report for the Lord later, I'll apply for popularization of these glasses . "

"Director Song, is this pair of glasses . . . the legendary portable projector camera glasses?"

This was the latest advanced technology developed by the Yidali Research Bureau for Unique Artifacts!

"Of course not . . . how could I possibly afford the expensive version put out by the Yidali Research Bureau for Unique Artifacts on my salary? It's time you learned the team philosophy . First of all, 'cheap quality for a good price,' got it?"

Director Song stroked his glasses . "This is the waterproof portable projector camera glasses knockoff specially used by the paparazzi . . . camera knockoffs are really awesome!"

" . . . "

"Now, we just need to use the recording to find this man . But before that, there's another important thing . " Director Song's expression suddenly turned a little unsightly .

"Director, at your command . . . "

"You still have the long johns you bought from the family yesterday, right? Let me borrow them . . . "

" . . . "

. . .

It took half an hour after leaving the Wang family's small villa and ditching the people from Landscape Manor for Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal to arrive home .

While it was a fairly long distance, it was still doable since he had a flying sword licence .

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal lived in Wenxian Garden, an upscale villa estate populated by rich and respectable residents . Of course, he himself wasn't a wealthy person . He had been gifted this Wenxian Garden villa after chivalrously helping out a real estate tycoon called Lin Sicong ― Wenxian Garden itself was also owned by this tycoon .

While he had accepted the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had also renovated it . The chief of security at Wenxian Garden would never ever forget when this premier luxurious villa had changed hands, and how Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had driven an excavator himself to flatten the garden at the back for further building expansion . He had even sold off all the high-grade furniture in the villa .

If it wasn't because this villa had been a gift and so it wouldn't have been nice to sell it off just like that, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that there was no way he would ever in his life spend so much money to buy such a flashy villa to live in .

Student Lei Mouren felt that he was quite similar to Wang Ling in this aspect ― they were not only fond of keeping to themselves, but also of keeping low profiles . He wasn't a hedonistic person . Since he hadn't had the slightest bit of use for all that showy furniture, it was just as well that he sold them off for some money .

Nowadays, the oil for maintaining his immortal sword was ridiculously expensive, plus he also needed funds to keep the cultivation forum running . As a website "boss," he felt that he was under a lot of pressure .

When he got home, he immediately made a call; the signal was straightaway transmitted over the mountains and the sea to an underground laboratory on the border of Huaxiu nation . . .

"Hello, Little Black? Yes, it's me, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal . . . "

It had already been almost a week since Little Black's lab had been destroyed, and the basic equipment at least was pretty much up and running .

After listening to Little Black complain about his bitter efforts to restore the lab, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed . "Mm, I know you're busy, but repairs to the cannon can wait . I went to meet one of my brothers today; he promised he would help me look for the guy who destroyed the lab, and then we'll go beat him up together . . . but before that, I want you to help me investigate an organization . Have you heard of Landscape Manor?"