Playing cards, I am your ancestor!-Chapter 285 Shennong, if I call you dad, can you bless me_1

Chapter 285: 285 Shennong, if I call you dad, can you bless me_1

Luo Juerao said with a strained voice, "Brother Ming, I feel so indignant on your behalf!"

This incident had befallen Tan Heming.

Why Tan Heming?

Tan Heming himself had some inkling. "Maybe it’s because I obtained the Black Tortoise."

The Black Tortoise’s power was evident for all to see, and some people didn’t want him to bring this Spirit Card to next year’s competition.

But previously, not many people knew about it. Teacher Gong had only discussed it internally with other Spirit Card Masters and had simply briefed the inner circles of the Empire. Nobody knew that Gong Shu had given him the Black Tortoise Card.

Then the incident happened, and the news burst forth, shocking everyone else.

So, there were many who simply could not accept it.

"The Black Tortoise..."

Luo Juerao fell silent. What was once a cause for celebration had now become a death warrant.

He was also afraid of something else. "Brother Ming, now that you have no spiritual power, going back to your hometown..."

In the face of any unexpected event, Tan Heming would have lost his ability to protect himself. He used to be a Spirit Card Master with formidable strength, and not many had the capability to target him. But what about now?

Tan Heming smiled bitterly. "What are you thinking about? Our Empire is very safe. My hometown is just in the neighboring city; it’s not like we can’t meet often."

Luo Juerao remained silent. The rationale was sound, but he still couldn’t resign himself to it.

"Just thinking about having to train with those two idiots in the future makes me unhappy." Especially since he had to assist that idiot, Ming Fuzhi.

Tan Heming wore a serious expression and patted Luo Juerao on the shoulder. "Xiao Jue, don’t joke around. This position is yours. Compete well, be worthy of your profession. Whether you play well or not, others can see it. Don’t act on impulse."

"Hmm..." Luo Juerao hung his head, feeling incredibly downcast. He naturally understood this logic; he just couldn’t swallow his indignation.

"I have to leave now; my plane is at three o’clock. I won’t make it if I don’t go now."

The association had arranged a driver for him, who had already arrived.

Until Tan Heming got into the car, Luo Juerao could only watch blankly.

He didn’t know whether Tan Heming would have the chance to return once he left. Not long ago, the two were still discussing what Spirit Cards to bring out for the next competition and whether Wen Jiang could create new ones...

Wen Jiang... why did Wen Jiang come to mind? Luo Juerao laughed dejectedly, shook his head, and could only return to the association.

「One month later.」

A major incident occurred at the Sanctuary. Ricardo Levy, the Divine Punishment genius who had vanished for nearly twenty years, reappeared, and the Empire also received some news.

"Ricardo said that for years, someone had been using him to study issues related to spiritual power. Their methods were very strange. He has lost his memory and can’t recall many things, and the research took place in Ceylon City," Song Ji said, discussing the matter with his daughter, Song Zhi, at home.

Being young, Song Zhi wore a look of confusion and concern. Who could possess such terrifying means to study Ricardo’s spiritual power? How could Ricardo, a super genius back then, have been captured? Were the people of Ceylon City really that audacious?

Song Ji kept a stern face and remained silent. If this is true, he mused, it means that woman back then wasn’t entirely foolish beyond redemption. She still managed to conceal some deadly secrets.

Studying spiritual power... Could Tan Heming’s recent loss of spiritual power be related to this? Song Zhi was intelligent; she connected some related events.

Song Ji lowered his eyes, his hands again fiddling with the Buddha Beads. Song Zhi knew that meant Song Ji was pondering something.

She didn’t speak. After a while, she heard Song Ji’s voice, chilling to the bone, "Zhi’er, during this period, whether you are going to training or returning home, you must bring bodyguards."

Song Zhi herself was an S-Rank Spirit Card Master and was somewhat surprised at her father’s words. "You’re worried something might happen to me?"

She didn’t retort rashly. Song Ji wouldn’t normally be this tense over trivial matters. Besides, she had mastered Spirit Fusion and could use her abilities without summoning her Spirit Cards, even within the city. Yet, his persistent concern suggested there was something more to it—something Song Ji knew.

After a long silence, she said, "Dad, this person, do you happen to know who it is?"

Song Ji’s bead-twirling hand paused.

A hint of surprise and panic flared in Song Zhi’s eyes. "Dad, you wouldn’t..."

"No," he interrupted. Song Ji did not deny much, only saying, "I know who it is, but there’s no use telling you. You won’t remember her."

Many people simply couldn’t remember anything related to that woman, so speaking about it wouldn’t have much effect.

He stood up. "I need to go abroad. During this time, you stay at the association. I’ve had your association investigated thoroughly; there won’t be any problems. Train well."

Song Zhi pursed her lips. She couldn’t change her father’s decision and could only reply, "Yes."

But just before he left, Song Ji suddenly said, "When you have time, have someone monitor Mount Flower’s internal affairs and see where Wen Jiang has really gone."

Song Zhi looked at him, a silent question in her eyes. The astonishment in them deepened.

「Two months later.」

All the major events proceeded amidst this stirring atmosphere. The year-end competition was already seeing its preliminary rounds, yet an S Rank Spirit Card Master was still nowhere to be seen on Mount Flower’s side.

Even the Song Family twins, who were previously somewhat confident, couldn’t hold on any longer. They repeatedly questioned Hua Zhuo about Wen Jiang’s whereabouts.

Hua Zhuo was at a loss for words. Wen Jiang was still in seclusion, and she didn’t dare to disturb her, so naturally, she was unaware of the current proceedings.

Next month was the final deadline; if they couldn’t produce a list of participants by then, Mount Flower would lose the qualification to compete this year.

Hua Zhuo hesitated. Although Wen Jiang had been confident initially, she had, as per the plan, prepared reserve team members. But now, with time slipping away, if they didn’t properly hone their teamwork in these final months, no amount of preparation would be enough.

Furthermore, Wen Jiang’s still-unexplained withdrawal from the A-Level Group meant public opinion was already bearing down heavily. Detractors mocked that Mount Flower wouldn’t just struggle with its A-Level Group this year but would fail even to field an S Rank team, predicting their complete downfall.

Some associations kindly asked whether they should help by temporarily transferring a team member over.

In the midst of this turmoil, she finally received a call from Wen Jiang.

For the first time, Hua Zhuo experienced what it felt like to be so overjoyed that she cried, "You’ve already been gone for three months..."

"I hope I can make it back alive."

This sentence alone choked Hua Zhuo. "What?"

Meanwhile, Wen Jiang beheld the vast, surging clouds in the sky and the elongated figure that started to emerge from the distance. Adding to her predicament, the Tribulation had sealed her ability to tear space, preventing any escape via teleportation arrays.

She smiled as she gazed at the enormous Shennong Shi, a creation of her own hands. "Shennong, if I call you ’Father,’ will you bless me?"