Chapter 6 A True Master

• Cameron squinted his eyes upon hearing this.
• Ten thousand might not be a big deal for him, but for an ordinary person, it was a huge sum of money, likely more than a family's annual income!
• The highest price quoted by the previous monks and priests he had sought was only fifteen thousand.
• “Young man, are you sure you can handle this? If you can, money isn't an issue. But if you dare deceive me...”
• He continued, “Let me tell you. Crushing someone like you would be as easy as squashing an ant for me.”
• “Don't worry, I won't deceive you. And even if I did, there's nothing you could do about it,” Finneas replied, aware that Cameron was no ordinary person.
• However, Cameron was insignificant to him.
• “Heh heh... You've got guts!”
• Cameron laughed.
• It had been a long time since he met a young man who didn't fear him.
• “In that case, let's go to the construction site,” Cameron said, heading toward a Hummer.
• “No need to go to the site.”
• Finneas shook his head, spending the last few coins he had on the paper, fountain pen, and ink he could find at the market.
• He then casually wrote a few words on the paper before handing it to Cameron.
• Cameron looked at the scribbles, puzzled, then his face darkened.
• “Please don't tell me that this piece of paper can sort everything out?”
• “Exactly! You guessed right. Hang this paper at the entrance of the site. Remember to protect it from rain and theft. Keep it intact for a while, and everything will be fine,” Finneas said calmly.
• This wasn't just any ordinary piece of paper. The characters written with his spiritual energy would scare off the weasel spirit.
• If it was foolish enough to enter the site, it would be seeking its own death.
• Cameron looked at Finneas, then at the paper, his expression uncertain.
• “Didn't you say this was complicated?”
• This talisman with his scribble is worth ten thousand? Am I being scammed?
• However, seeing Finneas' serious expression, he couldn't help but believe him a little.
• “Okay, I'll trust you this once. But if you deceive me, I assure you your entire family will pay the price.”
• Cameron's cold words lowered the temperature of the surroundings.
• “Repeat what you just said.”
• Finneas stared at Cameron expressionlessly.
• Confronted with Finneas' penetrating gaze, Cameron felt a shiver run through his body, his skin prickling with goosebumps. He had an overwhelming sense that he could drop dead at any moment.
• “Don't you understand me?”
• Finneas looked up.
• “Young man, calm down,” Cameron said nervously.
• He didn't know why he was scared, but his instincts told him he had to back down, or the consequences would be severe.
• This intuition had saved him countless times before!
• “Some things should be said, and some shouldn't. Got it?” Finneas said coldly. “Now pay up, one hundred thousand. Full payment, no debts allowed.”
• Cameron exhaled, signaling to his men by the Hummer, who brought over a case.
• Opening it revealed bundles of cash, totaling around five to six hundred thousand.
• Cameron took out a hundred thousand from it and handed it over to Finneas.
• Finneas didn't expect Cameron to carry so much cash.
• Taking the money, Finneas offered, “Actually, one talisman might not be enough. How about I draw you two more?”
• “No need!”
• Cameron's lips twitched.
• Am I a fool? I feel foolish spending a hundred grand on a talisman. Why would I buy a few more?
• “If you want to buy it in the future, the price won't be the same.”
• Finneas glanced at Cameron, grabbed the money, and immediately turned to leave.
• He was quite satisfied with this transaction. With the one hundred grand, he could solve the urgent matter at hand.
• As Cameron watched Finneas walk away, his gaze flickered incessantly.
• This young man felt dangerous.
• Just one sentence made him fear for his life!
• Given his status, few in Jacaster dared to cross him.
• Thinking about this, Cameron instructed his subordinate, “Draco, follow him, find out where he lives, and who his family is. I want to know more about this person.”
• “Yes, Boss!”
• Draco nodded and went after Finneas cautiously.
• After leaving Jaskait Market, Finneas headed to a nearby commercial street.
• He had promised to buy new underwear for Alyssa that morning.
• At the same time, he also had to purchase two phones.
• In today's world, a phone was essential for staying in touch.
• He wanted to teach Alyssa the art of cultivation, but the Nine Heavens Immortal Art could only be practiced by those with a natural spiritual constitution. As he didn't know any other breathing techniques at the moment, he had no choice but to put this matter on hold for a while.
• Noting Draco tailing him, Finneas didn't care.
• “Welcome to Victoria's Secret!”
• A pretty saleswoman greeted Finneas as he entered the lingerie store.
• “Get me one of each of the latest styles in your store in size 32C,” Finneas told her.
• With his keen observation, he could easily tell that Alyssa's bra size was now a 32C.
• As for the style of the lingerie, he didn't really understand, so he simply asked the salesperson to bring one of each.
• “Sir, your wife is so lucky!”
• The saleswoman smiled brightly at the big sale.
• Finneas knew he had been misunderstood, but he chose not to clarify.
• After spending over twenty thousand on dozens of pieces of lingerie, he bought two iPhones and a heap of snacks, meat, eggs, and vegetables from the supermarket.
• In total, he spent over forty thousand.
• “Prices have soared in ten years. It's tough for ordinary people,” Finneas sighed.
• Despite his current power, he remembered his humble beginnings.
• Noticing Draco still tailing him, Finneas smirked.
• He walked to a secluded spot and shot into the sky, disappearing instantly.
• “What...”
• Draco rubbed his eyes, thinking he imagined it.
• When Draco realized Finneas had disappeared for real, his legs gave way. He called Cameron in a panic.
• “What happened?”
• “Boss, I-I lost him!”
• “Lost him? Are you useless?”
• “It's true. I followed him. He bought a ton of lingerie, then two iPhones, snacks, and groceries... Then...”
• “Then what?”
• “He flew away!”
• “Flew away? Was he picked up by a helicopter?”
• “No, he flew away on his own!”
• At a large construction site, Cameron hung up, his face uncertain.
• He flew away? How is that possible? There's no one in the world who can fly! That's absurd!
• At that moment, a construction site supervisor wearing a red hat approached, eyeing the paper skeptically. “Boss, can this really ward off evil? My first-grade son could draw better.”
• “It has to work! What else can we do?” Cameron snapped, suppressing his anger.
• He decided to rush back and seek out a few minor celebrities to vent his frustration. Otherwise, he feared he might just suffocate from the pent-up emotions!
• However, the moment he turned around, a dull sound echoed from behind, much like the crack of a thunderbolt striking down.
• Cameron turned around in alarm.
• Surprisingly, the unremarkable white paper hanging on the large mountain was now emitting a purple glow.
• Beneath that sheet of white paper, there lay a small, charred animal corpse.
• It was a weasel!
• “This...”
• The construction site manager was dumbfounded, his mouth agape. He was unable to utter a single word.
• He had never witnessed such a bizarre scene before.
• A lightning bolt from the paper had struck down an old weasel!
• “Amazing! Incredible!” Cameron exclaimed, realizing he had indeed encountered a true expert.
• Meanwhile, about eight or nine kilometers away in a cave, an elderly man with graying hair spat blood.
• Within a cave, roughly eight or nine kilometers away from the construction site, an elderly man with snowy white hair suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
• “Whiskers is in trouble! Who dares harm my Whiskers?” he snarled, wiping the blood from his mouth and racing toward the construction site.