Chapter 211: The Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman, a Big Competition (5k, extra)

Looking toward the door again, Wen Yan saw Cai Qidong walking over with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

Wen Yan took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"He Jian, fuck you and your damn uncle!"

Then he turned to Cai Qidong and shouted in a deep voice.

"Cai Qidong, fuck you and your damn uncle too!"

After cursing, Wen Yan snorted, turned around, and started pushing Wang Xueqi’s bones toward the Cremation Department.

He actually wanted to keep Wang Xueqi’s bones, but he was worried someone else might have bad intentions, so better to cremate them—make a clean break.

The Director got cursed out in public, but still kept smiling, merry as ever, not minding in the slightest.

Cai Qidong got cursed right in front of all his subordinates; he watched them looking all confused and weirded out.

Cai Qidong just let it slide, grinning like he didn’t even hear it.

Today, Wen Yan could’ve spit in his face, and he’d happily rub it in himself.

He knew what Wen Yan was like—even if Wen Yan ran his mouth, in reality, when that Big Executor with no spiritual intelligence bit it, Wen Yan had been upset for days, still offering incense now and then as if still honoring him.

In this whole world, probably only Wen Yan would still be offering incense to a Big Executor.

If Wen Yan had found out sooner, maybe in the end he’d still have been talked around by Wang Xueqi, but along the way? Things could have gone differently.

Wen Yan stubbornly thought that passing on through transcendence, passing on through ascension, and being incinerated in the Luxury Furnace were all completely different things.

That’s just basic feelings—totally normal.

It’s like sneaking onto the train and buying the ticket later—if that were the case, Wen Yan would’ve helped to the very end.

Of course, doing that would get you cursed out anyway, but that’s a small price to pay.

Just gotta eat shit and keep on smiling.

Cai Qidong was smiling as he chatted with Director He when Qin Kun arrived.

He stepped forward, gave a little bow, and said a bit sheepishly,

"Minister, I’m really sorry, I offended you—my Grand Uncle Master is so pissed he can’t even open the altar, almost got himself killed from the rage. I’ve calmed him down, but he still insists this slap has to be delivered."

Qin Kun bowed politely, then pulled out his phone, started a video call, and handed it to the Director.

"Could you please hold this and film?"

Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on prey, Qin Kun moved in a blur, delivering a slap packed with a thousand tons of force—smack!—right across Cai Qidong’s left cheek.

Cai Qidong’s body seemed to lose all weight and flew sideways from that slap.

He crashed straight through two trash cans, rolled who knows how many times, then slammed back-first into the wall ten-odd meters away, knocking the whole wall down.

Cai Qidong hung his head, slumped against the rubble, his body twitching.

Everyone present was too stunned to react, then a few seconds later, it was chaos—people scrambling over to check if Cai Qidong was dead.

"Minister?!"

"Minister, wake up! Quick, call an ambulance!"

Qin Kun took back his phone, thanked the Director, and switched the video to the front camera again.

"Grand Uncle Master, it’s done, you saw it, right? I definitely didn’t hold back. Rest well, Little Junior Brother’s fine too—I’ll bring him to visit you in a few days."

"Good."

Grand Uncle Master let out a long breath; at least he’d finally vented his anger.

They chatted a bit more, then Qin Kun hung up.

Then, over by the fallen wall, Cai Qidong, half-buried by bricks, suddenly lifted his head.

Still wearing a smile, he looked at the Scorching Sun Department members crowding around.

"What are you all howling for, holding a funeral or something? I’m not dead. You think Qin Kun would really kill me? That was all technique—don’t you get it?

Somebody’s gotta take the blame when you use someone for no reason—if I don’t do it, you gonna step up?"

Cai Qidong stood up, brushed the dust off, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Man, taking one for the team never felt this good. Honestly, it’s been ages since I’ve taken the fall and actually enjoyed it."

In the distance, Qin Kun saw Cai Qidong get up completely unhurt, not even a swollen face, and his eyes narrowed coldly.

He specialized in brute force, but even he couldn’t send an ordinary old man flying over ten meters, smashing through a wall, only for the guy to be totally fine.

He was being straight—he really hadn’t held back with that slap.

He figured it wouldn’t actually cause a big problem, but even he didn’t expect such a dramatic scene and for Cai Qidong to walk away unharmed.

At most, he just looked a little dusty and not so presentable.

Cai Qidong pushed aside the others, brushed off the dirt, dusted his hair, and strolled back over.

"Minister, sorry, if I hadn’t come..."

Cai Qidong waved him off indifferently, cutting off Qin Kun’s words.

"I get it, I get it, say no more. I should be thanking you. If you hadn’t shown up, the old master might not have gotten this off his chest, and if he’d actually come down from the mountain, best case I’d be bedridden half a year. If the old man opened the altar, he wouldn’t be able to hold back."

Qin Kun didn’t respond, thinking to himself, Still putting on a show, huh? That trick you used to let off the force—calling it brilliant isn’t even praise enough, totally counters someone like me who only knows brute strength.

"I’ll go check on my junior brother." Qin Kun didn’t want to talk more and found an excuse to walk away.

Wen Yan didn’t care about what was happening outside; he personally delivered Wang Xueqi’s bones to the Cremation Department, and Old Zhang took over, with Wen Yan following the whole process.

Ran them through the high-end Luxury Furnace, so now he just had to wait.

When Qin Kun arrived, he explained what happened before: he’d given Cai Qidong a solid smack on behalf of Grand Uncle Master, which basically meant, after this slap, the matter was done with.