Chapter 77: The Siege of the Blood Moon Bar

“Let’s go as well, to the pedestrian street!”

Tang Ziran asked in puzzlement, “Brother, why are we going to the pedestrian street?”

“Don’t ask, just follow me.”

The two left West Mountain Park, hailed a motorcycle taxi by the roadside, and rode to the pedestrian street. After wandering for quite some time, Shen Xin led Tang Ziran on a winding route back to University Town, then teleported several times, chose a secluded path, and tunneled home.

By the time they returned, it was already dusk.

Tang Ziran’s face was full of confusion, but Shen Xin explained seriously, “Better safe than sorry, at least we’ve shaken off any tail.”

“Someone was following us?”

“Who knows?”

Shen Xin took out two yellowed booklets he’d exchanged from his backpack and began to read the Qi Refining Technique carefully.

Tang Ziran asked curiously, “Brother, what if that old Taoist gave us fakes? Wouldn’t we have lost out?”

“What’s there to lose? It’s a business without capital—let’s just start practicing first! Come, let’s read together!”

They studied the booklets for quite a while before each returned to their rooms to cultivate the Qi Refining Technique.

By morning, Shen Xin felt nothing unusual, but Tang Ziran laughed joyfully, “Brother, it’s not fake. I can feel a stream of energy flowing around my navel.”

“Impressive, Ziran! You’ve drawn the spirit into your body, amazing. From now on, I’ll rely on you to protect me.”

Tang Ziran said uncertainly, “Can I really do it?”

“Be confident, you absolutely can. Our Ziran is number one in the universe!”

“Mm, I’ll work hard and protect you well.”

Another half month passed, and finally Shen Xin also felt the Qi. A stream of energy was swirling in his dantian.

“Haha, I’ve made it! Hahaha!” Shen Xin laughed wildly at the sky, long and loud, exclaiming, “My destiny is mine, not Heaven’s!”

After the euphoria, everything else felt bland.

In the meantime, the bird egg had hatched, and Shen Xin took meticulous care of it; Tang Ziran was equally attentive.

The two carefully tended to the little yellow goose.

The creature’s appetite was astonishing—it ate more than Shen Xin every day, devouring beef by the pound and drinking bottles of milk.

If Shen Xin hadn’t had some savings, it would have surely eaten him out of house and home.

Shen Xin bought more than a dozen bottles of Spirit Beast Feed, feeding one pill a day. He even went home to give some to his parents, transferring tens of thousands in case they couldn’t afford to raise the big goose.

The goose changed by the day, and in a month its wings were fully grown, able to soar high.

Shen Xin felt something was off; he’d raised geese before, and they couldn’t fly for several months. Why was this goose growing so fast?

He called his parents and found their goose was normal.

He realized it must be because the goose stayed close to him, absorbing some of the spiritual energy he attracted while practicing the Qi Refining Technique.

Otherwise, there was no explaining its rapid growth.

In just over a month, it grew to two meters tall, weighing about a hundred pounds.

One day, Shen Xin received a call from an unknown number. He hesitated, but seeing it was a local number, he answered.

“Hey, is this Brother Shen? It’s Crazy Cheng.”

“Oh, Captain Cheng! Long time no see—how have you been?”

“Very well! Brother, come over and help me hold the fort. I’m planning to take down the Blood Moon Bar.”

Shen Xin was stunned—Blood Moon Bar, the name was familiar. He recalled it was a gathering place for vampires. He hesitated, “Captain Cheng, Blood Moon Bar isn’t simple. It’s deep water.”

The other end burst into hearty laughter, “Haha, brother, trust me. I, Crazy Cheng, may not have much else, but I have plenty of brothers. Taking down Blood Moon Bar is nearly guaranteed. So, are you coming?”

With the invitation so direct, Shen Xin had no choice but to agree. Besides, he was curious to see the cards Blood Moon Bar held, and he was confident in his ability to escape if things went wrong.

“Alright, I’ll be there. You name the time.”

“Tonight at nine. We’ll surround Blood Moon Bar and take out those vampire bastards.”

“Got it!”

Shen Xin hung up and began preparing, layering two sets of inner armor and packing everything vampires feared.

When night fell, Shen Xin instructed Tang Ziran to guard the house, then drove alone to the vicinity of Blood Moon Bar.

When he found Crazy Cheng, he saw Cheng was not alone—there were dozens with him.

Shen Xin approached and asked curiously, “Captain Cheng, are they all supernaturals?”

“Yes. I, Crazy Cheng, never fight an unprepared battle. Brother, let’s go in together. Let’s turn the place upside down!”

A crowd surged in, surrounding Blood Moon Bar tightly.

Crazy Cheng kicked down the security guard at the door and led his brothers through the main entrance, killing everyone in sight, leaving no survivors.

Shen Xin followed behind, occasionally controlling flying knives to pick off a few blind vampires.

In barely ten minutes, hundreds of vampires were wiped out.

Crazy Cheng laughed as he grabbed a bottle of champagne from the bar, bit off the cap, then spat it out in disgust, “Ugh! What is this? Tastes awful!”

A keen-eyed subordinate hurried over with a bottle of regular champagne.

“Come, brothers, let’s drink! From now on, Blood Moon Bar is ours!”

Shen Xin received a glass, pretended to take a sip, but felt Blood Moon Bar couldn’t be so simple. Was there really no mastermind behind it?

There must be, certainly. Perhaps they were already on their way.

With that thought, Shen Xin moved to a spot by the wall, so that if anything unpredictable happened, he could immediately use his tunneling technique to escape.

Sure enough, within minutes, three middle-aged men clad in blood-red cloaks entered. Their imposing aura drove all the supernaturals in the bar back.

Crazy Cheng gripped his twin blades and shouted, “Brothers, cut them down!”

At the command, the previously hesitant crowd roared and charged forward, but as they neared the three men, their bodies dissolved into blood mist, which was then inhaled by their adversaries.

Shen Xin trembled in fear, not daring to linger another moment—he immediately used his tunneling technique to leave, found his car outside, and fled.

He didn’t dare go straight home. Instead, he floored the accelerator toward the outskirts, circled the ring highway, exited near University Town, and after several detours finally returned home.

“Damn, high-level vampires are truly terrifying! No wonder He Xuantong used to be so arrogant, treating me like a mere ant.”

Once he calmed down, Shen Xin reflected that He Xuantong probably wasn’t the top vampire in Bull City, certainly not among the first generation. If he was already that strong, those above him must be even stronger.

But since Shen Xin had reincarnated, he’d dealt with He Xuantong immediately.

Still, it was meaningless; Bull City was soon swept by the vampire virus just as before.

The province was under curfew for two months, but it proved useless—curfews only slowed the spread, not eliminated the vampires.

Where did those high-level vampires come from?

Did other provinces have vampires too?

Shen Xin knew nothing of this.

But he truly wanted to figure it out; otherwise, repeated reincarnations would be pointless.

He exhaled heavily, soothed his anxious heart, and resolved not to rush to Holy City this time. He would first get to the bottom of things in Bull City.