Chapter 5371

The next day arrived, bathed in the gentle hues of dawn.

Jagoan and Jagoan, driven by a sense of urgency, rose early and prepared themselves by six in the
morning, careful not to disturb the still-slumbering Jacob and Elaine. This particular journey marked the
first time Jagoan and Jagoan embarked on a solitary adventure since their union years ago. A
bittersweet tinge tinged their hearts, for they knew deep down that circumstances demanded their
separation.

Jagoan harbored an earnest desire to ensure Jagoan’s safety, entrusting her to the capable hands of
Michaela, who would undoubtedly provide solace and protection. Meanwhile, Jagoan, cognizant of the
pressing matters at hand, believed it imperative to aid Michaela in resolving her immediate
predicaments. So, albeit reluctantly, they temporarily bid farewell to one another, compelled by duty.

Inside the airport, Jagoan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gently embraced Jagoan, her
voice filled with a soft tremor. “Darling, I cannot fathom how long my journey to the United States will
consume, but I fear it will weigh heavily on your shoulders back home…”

Jagoan’s hand caressed her back as he offered reassurance. “Fear not, my love, with your husband by
your side, I shall attend to your parents with utmost care.”

Jagoan urged him, her words laced with concern. “Above all else, take care of yourself. Do not let the
pursuit of Feng Shui and aiding others consume your every thought.”

“Very well,” Jagoan replied, a gentle smile gracing his lips. His voice, like a caress, whispered, “You
too, upon your arrival in New York, remember to find balance between work and rest. Do not become
consumed by your duties.”

A tear streaked cheek brushed against a tender touch as Jagoan wiped away her sorrow, her voice
tinged with reluctance. “My beloved, I must depart now…”



“Alright,” Jagoan nodded, his smile remaining intact. “Notify me as soon as you touch down.”

Jagoan replied “Of course!”

Jagoan maintained an unwavering gaze, attentively observing Jagoan navigate through the security
check with ease. Once she completed the process and emerged from the checkpoint, she turned back
momentarily before finally departing.

With time still on his side, it being merely half past six, Jagoan chose not to hurry and found himself in
the airport’s arrival hall. The sparse crowd waiting for arrivals at this early hour provided a modicum of
relief and Jagoan’s eyes caught sight of a man holding a talisman at the exit.

A sense of reassurance coursed through him, for at this moment, everything seemed to be falling into
place according to Zachary’s arrangements.

Keeping his composure intact, Jagoan silently approached the airport’s large screen and paused, his
attention fixated upon it.

The earliest flight from Aurous Hill was set to depart in a mere ten minutes, while the first inbound flight
would not touch down until eight o’clock. Amongst the list of arrivals, the majority hailed from major
Chinese cities, with a few originating from overseas locations.

Jagoan remained oblivious to the identity and origin of his adversary, but one thing was crystal clear,
henceforth, he would station himself in Aurous Hill, unburdened by any lingering apprehensions. His
fists clenched and within his heart, he took a solemn oath. “Whoever dares to continue their assault on
my grandparents in this city where my parents met their tragic fate twenty years ago, I, Jagoan Wade,
will confront them with unwavering determination and fight to the very end, even if it costs me my life!”

With steely resolve burning in his eyes, he cast one final glance at the arrivals board before turning
away, striding purposefully into the distance.



At this very moment, Eastcliff is vibrant and bustling.

The clock struck 6:30 in the morning and Eastcliff International Airport thrived with a liveliness that
surpassed even Aurous Hill. The airport buzzed with activity as flights departed one after another,
prompted by the influx of passengers. The overcrowding resulted in a chaotic symphony of takeoffs,
commencing as early as 6:10 AM.

Amidst the commotion, a figure emerged, clad in an elegant robe, making his way into the domestic
departure hall of Eastcliff Airport. Gideon Alastair, a Chinese national hailing from Argentina, sought
refuge from the burdensome pressures that weighed upon him. Driven by his devotion, he had secured
the earliest flight to Aurous Hill for the day.

Scheduled to take off at eight o’clock, the flight’s estimated duration was one hour and forty minutes.
Having completed the check-in procedures, Gideon sought solace in the sanctuary of the first-class
lounge, where he rested his weary eyes, awaiting the moment of boarding.

Yet, his heart, which had been beating for one hundred and fifty-six years, inexplicably faltered at this
very moment. It would stall, without rhyme or reason, at times racing with alarming speed and at
others, slowing to a disconcerting crawl. It was like riding a roller coaster, one that left a lingering sense
of trepidation.

Gideon was well aware that this abnormal behavior stemmed from his own nervousness. Although he
had grown unaccustomed to such sensations over the years, he could vividly recall the anxious tremors
that plagued his youth. These behaviors, etched into his very being since childhood, had become
inseparable from his past.

At this moment, memories of his long and arduous journey flooded his mind. He reminisced about his
childhood, a time engulfed in the tragedies of a powerless and humiliated nation. Scarce food and



threadbare clothing were the norm, while wolves prowled the land, accompanied by tigers and
leopards.

For Gideon himself, the countless encounters with death were too numerous to quantify. The
palpitations and agonizing pain that accompanied life or death moments remained etched in his
memory. Even as time forged ahead, those unsettling recollections continued to haunt him.

Seeking refuge from the flames of war, to secure sustenance and survival, he sought solace within the
confines of Evercloud Temple, where he assumed the role of a Taoist priest. However, he soon
discovered that Taoism offered more than a mere escape from destitution, it promised the elusive quest
for eternal life.

Decades of pursuing the path of Tao had brought him to the precipice of longevity, yet the final
revelation eluded him. It was then, at an uncommonly ripe age, that he left his homeland, driven by an
insatiable desire to discover the true essence of immortality.

Ever since mastering the mystical aura, Gideon had never experienced the same sense of tension as
before. Many years had passed and his existence had become remarkably stable. Yet, on this day,
after a century had slipped by, he found himself ensnared in the same anxiety that had once consumed
him. His mind couldn’t help but wander, “Could it be that a calamity awaits me in Aurous Hill?”

Swiftly, he shook off the thought, seeking solace in self reassurance. “Unlikely! How could there exist a
behemoth capable of harming me in Aurous Hill? Twenty years ago, Bruce Wade and Lily Evans, who
had retreated to seclusion in this very place, were no match for me! This time, I will eradicate the Evans
family from Aurous Hill and no one will be able to lay a finger on me!”

As the cruel, twisted arc of a smirk danced upon his lips, Gideon chuckled inwardly. “Let us not forget
the lone survivor, Lily and Bruce’s only son, who managed to escape twenty years ago. This time, I
shall reunite him with his short lived parents and grandparents!”



Just then, a member of the first-class lounge’s staff approached him, radiating respect. “Sir, your flight
to Aurous Hill has commenced boarding. Please make your way promptly to gate 36.”

Gideon opened his eyes, allowing a faint smile to grace his countenance. “Very well, thank you.”

With those words spoken, he stood up and made his way to boarding gate 36.

Forty minutes later, Gideon’s aircraft took off from the Eastcliff Airport runway, executing a graceful half-
circle in the sky before embarking on its southerly journey. By ten o’clock in the morning, the plane
landed at Aurous Hill Airport, ten minutes ahead of schedule.

As the soothing strains of cabin music filled the air, Gideon, who had kept his eyes shut throughout the
flight, finally opened them. Gazing out the window, a fiery surge coursed through his veins. He
recognized it for what it was an insatiable thirst for bloodshed. In his line of work, every action required
the Lord’s approval, leaving him with limited opportunities to satiate this urge. It had been twenty years
since his last indulgence and now, he aimed to eradicate an entire family in Aurous Hill.

A sigh escaped his lips as he acknowledged the curious connection he had with this town. However,
the scent of bloodshed, underscored by his fate, was undeniably stronger.

As the plane came to a halt at the terminal bridge, Gideon swiftly became the first to step out of the
cabin. Walking through the corridor and past the baggage area, he entered the arrival hall of the
airport. He was well aware of the Evans family’s whereabouts, but attacking them immediately was not
his plan. The Lord had entrusted him with two specific tasks and he intended to carry them out with
precision.

Apart from obliterating the Evans family, he needed to plan a hiding place following the attack. In the
depths of darkness, he would patiently await the arrival of Lily and Bruce’s son.



The first order of business was finding a suitable refuge. Just as he was about to hail a taxi to the city,
something caught his attention, a flicker of peculiarity in the corner of his eye. He turned his head
swiftly, fixating his gaze upon a middle aged man positioned, holding up a sign to meet someone.

He didn’t bother to read the words plastered on the massive sign, his attention was solely captured by
the middle aged man’s right thumb. In an instant, his pupils contracted, shrinking to pinpricks. If he
likened his control over aura to an alternative form of sight, then the right thumb of this man was the
lone flicker of light illuminating his darkened world.

Though various religions possessed disparate worldviews, they all acknowledged a common concept,
the arrival of the Dharma’s end, the age of demise. These religions claimed that humanity’s constant
advancement had led to a loss of connection with nature, the heavens and the universe. This has
resulted in a widening gap between mortals and deities, according to these beliefs.

According to Taoism, the world was once brimming with aura. By grasping the method of absorbing and
converting this vital energy, humans could ascend to immortality. However, in the present era, the aura
in nature had nearly been depleted, extinguishing any possibility for mankind to achieve immortality.
Thus, in their eyes, this was the time of Dharma’s end.

Regardless of the validity of such claims, those who had mastered reiki at this stage experienced
firsthand the absence of reiki in nature. Their only means of attaining it was through pills or other
exceptional objects infused with reiki.

Gideon had gradually become proficient in aura with the help of elixirs bestowed by the Lord and a
meticulously crafted array of reiki within the Warriors Den. This unique combination of resources
propelled him to new heights of strength and power. When the formation was active, it emitted a
constant flow of aura. Though not abundant, it had accumulated over the years.



During the past few years, the Four Marshals of the Warriors Den were fortunate enough to have the
chance to cultivate within the formation. However, most of the time, the formation was exclusively at the
Lord’s disposal. Consequently, the Four Marshals had become exceedingly sensitive to the traces of
reiki in their surroundings, much like a famished mouse that keenly detects the scent of food.

In Gideon’s life, there existed only one mystical weapon that truly belonged to him, a wooden sword
gifted by the Lord, containing an attacking formation. Apart from that, it held no value.

Hence, when he noticed the man possessing a magical weapon, his heart leaped with excitement,
reaching his throat. Halting his steps, he discreetly observed the individual.

Unbeknownst to Ladden, an elderly man fixed his gaze upon him from a short distance away.

Ladden brimmed with energy, knowing that by holding up a sign and working at the airport for a day, he
could earn a hefty sum of three thousand dollars. It far surpassed the income he garnered from his stall
on the antique street.

All he possessed was Lucas Flynn’s business card. He knew nothing of Lucas’s identity and he didn’t
want Lucas to arrive too soon. In the upcoming four months, he could relish some well deserved rest at
home.

Gideon studied Ladden closely and came to the conclusion that this individual had a weak grasp on
manipulating their aura. His brows and expressions exuded the raw street spirit of an ordinary citizen.
Someone skilled in reiki would never exhibit such a rudimentary street vibe.

Thus, Gideon surmised that this man was likely unaware that the talisman in his possession was, in
fact, a magical weapon. With this realization, an idea sprouted in his mind, he would test the waters.

Feigning a perplexed look, he surveyed his surroundings before approaching Ladden. Politely, he
inquired, “Brother, could you kindly inform me of the best way to reach the city center?”



Ladden glanced back at him, seeing an inconspicuous old man and responded nonchalantly, “Why do
you need to ask? Taxis, subways, airport buses, don’t they all head to the city?”

Though dissatisfied, he refrained from becoming angry. After all, this reinforced his judgment of
Ladden.

With a smile, Gideon explained, “To be honest, brother, it’s my first time in Aurous Hill. I’m unfamiliar
with the place and being old, my eyesight isn’t the best. Thus, I’m a bit confused.”

As he spoke, he retrieved a hundred dollar bill from his pocket, presenting it to Ladden. He continued,
“Consider this a small token. If it’s not too much trouble, could you advise me on the most suitable
means of transportation?”

Initially uninterested in conversing with the old man, Ladden’s demeanor instantly improved upon
seeing the bill. He accepted it with a smile and remarked, “The subway is undoubtedly the fastest, but
it’s past ten o’clock now, so the morning rush hour has ended. Taking a taxi would be quicker. Within
half an hour, you’ll reach the city, faster than the subway. Since money isn’t an issue for you, I suggest
you opt for a taxi.”

“Very well!” Gideon thanked him graciously, cupping his hands in appreciation. “I’m grateful for your
guidance, brother.”

“You’re welcome,” Ladden replied, promptly pocketing the hundred dollar bill.

In his mind, he believed that if he didn’t stow away the money swiftly, the old man might request its
return.

Meanwhile, Gideon pointed to the jade ring on his right thumb, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He
inquired, “Brother, your ring seems remarkable. I wonder what it’s worth?”



Though accustomed to swindling and scheming, Gideon possessed a keen eye. Nonchalantly, Ladden
replied, “This little trinket is an ancient artifact. It’s neither excessively valuable nor inexpensive. I
reckon it’d fetch around ten thousand on the market.”

Unfamiliar with antiquities, Gideon probed further, asking curiously, “What does that mean?”

Ladden responded, “It’s the middle figure among ten thousand.”

“Oh!” Gideon chuckled. “You make it sound so effortless, little brother. You must be in the antique
business right?”

“Yes,” Ladden admitted, not bothering to conceal the truth. “I’m in the antique business and I’ve been at
it for over a decade or two.”

Curiosity piqued, Gideon inquired, “Since you’re an antique connoisseur, why would you be waiting at
the airport to pick someone up?”

Ladden frowned, examining Gideon from head to toe. He then retorted, “Old man, you certainly have a
lot of questions. Weren’t you desperate to find the quickest way to the urban area? Time is of the
essence.”

Gideon’s heart skipped a beat, realizing he had been excessively talkative and aroused the other
man’s suspicion. Quickly, he adopted an apologetic expression and said, “Oh, I apologize profusely.
You see, as one grows older, the words tend to flow freely. I enjoy conversing with everyone. Please
forgive me.”

Unbeknownst to Gideon, Ladden’s remark was a gentle reminder that if he wanted to continue prying,
he should part with more money. The previous hundred dollar allowance had been exhausted.



Smiling, Ladden offered a meaningful piece of advice. “Old man, it’s alright to talk a little more. What
matters is whom you talk to and how you do it.”

To emphasize his point, he deliberately used his thumb and index finger, both adorned with the jade
ring, to mime the action of counting money.

Suddenly regaining his senses, Gideon cursed inwardly, “I’ve been blind! I overestimated you!”

Realizing he needn’t beat around the bush any longer, he promptly cut to the chase.

Without hesitation, he produced another bag from his pocket. Sporting a friendly smile, he extracted
several hundred dollar bills and presented them to Ladden, confessing, “To be completely honest, I,
too, have a fascination for antiques. When I saw the finger ring in your possession, I found it incredibly
captivating. I really admire it. So, brother, I wonder if you would be willing to part with it? We can
discuss the monetary details!”

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