Chapter 21

The night grew deeper, and Aoyama left Kono-tei, heading towards the apartment.

Looking at the occasional vehicles passing by on the street and the few scattered pedestrians, Aoyama softly called out, "Xiaobai."

The figure of the White Ghost flew out of the Bagua disk and floated beside Aoyama.

These days, the White Ghost would hide in the Bagua disk to cultivate whenever he had the chance, in order to quickly master the ghostly inheritance he had just obtained.

So when he saw Aoyama enter Kono-tei to eat, and temporarily did not need his help to search for and locate the whereabouts of his enemies, the White Ghost immediately entered the Bagua disk.

Compared to Aoyama's leisurely cultivation, the White Ghost was much more diligent.

After all, Aoyama was a reincarnated cultivator, lacking neither in realm nor in understanding; what he lacked was merely the enhancement of his power.

The White Ghost, on the other hand, was starting from scratch. Moreover, he had just received the inheritance of the Bagua disk, and many things were still not fully understood, naturally requiring more time to study and comprehend.

"Xiaobai, I see you've been diligently studying lately. How's it going? Have you mastered everything?" Aoyama asked as he walked.

"Master, although I have memorized many things, I have only understood a small part of them. The more I know, the more I realize I don't understand. And I have no idea how to figure it all out," the White Ghost replied after a moment of silence.

"So you plan to continue burying yourself in hard study?" Aoyama asked.

"Yes, Master," the White Ghost replied.

"Xiaobai, you should know that many problems that seem difficult when you're young become simple when you grow up," Aoyama said gently.

"What do you mean, Master?" Xiaobai asked, puzzled.

"The difficulty you feel now is merely because your realm is not high enough! What you need to do is not to be trapped by the problems, but to learn to step back and set them aside. When you grow, these problems will no longer be problems," Aoyama explained more clearly.

"But, Master, won't that be too slow?" the White Ghost said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Rushing to achieve everything at once often leads to twice the effort for half the result. Haste makes waste," Aoyama shook his head.

"I understand, Master. I'll try to relax," the White Ghost said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Exactly, you need to relax when it's time to relax. Xiaobai, remember, if you only focus on studying in isolation, you might miss out on many beautiful things around you," Aoyama said reflectively.

After guiding the White Ghost on the principle of balancing work and rest, the apartment was already in sight.

Aoyama quietly opened the apartment door, returned to his room, connected to the power source, completed his daily cultivation routine, then washed up and went to bed.

As for the White Ghost, he did not enter the Bagua disk to continue studying his ghostly inheritance as usual.

Perhaps because he had taken Aoyama's advice, the White Ghost slowly floated out of the room, landed on the roof, and quietly watched the night sky, absorbing yin energy.

Clearly, although the White Ghost had followed Aoyama's advice, he still managed to balance his relaxation with cultivation.

Indeed, compared to the arduous and difficult study of the ghostly inheritance in the Bagua disk, slowly absorbing yin energy under the moonlight was already a form of relaxation.

After school, Sengoku Ayakashi, as usual, first went to the supermarket to buy groceries, then returned home to start her swordsmanship practice and wait for her sister.

However, strangely, her sister, who usually returned early, was still nowhere to be seen even after Sengoku Ayakashi finished her practice.

At that moment, a small stone tied with a note was thrown into the dojo through the window, landing on the ground with a rolling sound.

Sengoku Ayakashi quickly ran to the window but only saw a car that had already driven away.

With a sense of foreboding, she picked up the small stone and opened the note.

A moment later, Sengoku Ayakashi put down the note with a stern expression, clearly confirming her premonition.

Not far from the Sengoku family's dojo, there was a building that was being planned for demolition.

Under the setting sun, Sengoku Ayakashi, holding a katana, walked alone towards the building.

Soon, the wire fence surrounding the building came into Sengoku Ayakashi's view, along with a yakuza man wearing loose clothing and with dyed yellow hair.

Seeing Sengoku Ayakashi, the yakuza man first leered at her well-proportioned figure and perfect face, then whistled at her, indicating for her to follow. He then led her into the building through a gap in the wire fence.

Sengoku Ayakashi's face was cold, showing no signs of the nervousness a normal woman would feel in such a situation. Instead, she was worried about her sister and felt a faint, indescribable excitement.

Soon, under the guidance of the yakuza, Sengoku Ayakashi arrived at the abandoned building and climbed to the top floor.

At that moment, Sengoku Ayakashi saw her sister lying on the ground not far away.

"Dance," Sengoku Ayakashi called out, rushing to her sister.

Lifting her sister from the ground, Sengoku Ayakashi carefully examined her and was relieved to find that she was just unconscious.

Clap, clap, clap, applause sounded from the side.

"What a touching sisterly bond! I wonder if Miss Sengoku has brought the deed as we agreed?" The speaker was the same suited man who had previously visited the Sengoku family's dojo to persuade her to sell the land.

In addition to himself, there were three others present, including the small-time thug who had led Sengoku Ayakashi into the abandoned building.

The four of them stood not far from Sengoku Ayakashi. Besides the suited man and another man in a suit and tie, there were two others with different styles of clothing and dyed hair, clearly yakuza members.

Sengoku Ayakashi first laid her sister flat on the ground, then stood up and faced the suited man she had seen many times.

"Shinji Juro, is that your name?" Sengoku Ayakashi, no longer worried about her sister's safety, asked coldly but calmly.

"That's right, Miss Sengoku remembers my name, what an honor!" Shinji Juro smiled confidently.

"I didn't bring the deed," Sengoku Ayakashi said calmly.

"What did you say?" Shinji Juro's smile froze, and he asked in disbelief.

"Let us leave, and I will pretend nothing happened," Sengoku Ayakashi ignored Shinji Juro's question and slowly lowered her head.

At the same time, the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.