Master, What Dao Do You Cultivate?-Chapter 15: Looking Up, the Young Man Is Nowhere to Be Seen

Hearing the client say there was only one opponent, everyone was momentarily stunned. After all, they were used to situations where the danger came from being outnumbered.
But seeing the lightning strike up from below, they quickly understood.
Palm Lightning. And at an extremely high level. No wonder the subordinates couldn’t hold their ground.
Anyone capable of releasing lightning of this magnitude had likely already reached the Core Formation Realm.
Shen Bitao signaled, and the team lightened their steps, accelerating their ascent toward the rooftop with the client.
Sensing reinforcements, the Qi Refiner below didn’t linger either and charged upward.
Hearing the movement, D and E switched to thermal imaging and fired backward, but all they caught was a flash of a well-built figure.
No clear human silhouette.
Suddenly, through the lingering smoke, two more streaks of blue lightning shot forth. One of the subordinates positioned toward the rear was struck directly, his body flung into the wall.
Even after landing, he remained motionless, faint crackling still coming from his body.
If this wasn’t Advanced Homing Palm Lightning, then the opponent had to be using some kind of Daoist concealment technique.
Shen Bitao signaled to cease fire to avoid exposing their precise location and ordered the use of other restraining weapons—
The narrow terrain here was easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Seeing this, Shen Bixin activated an Anti-Theft Neural Jammer Grenade and tossed it into the smoke.
That thing could disrupt Neural Interfaces within its range. If an ordinary Qi Refiner got too close, their neural interface might even cause temporary paralysis.
No one expected this to take out the hidden powerhouse outright, but it could at least buy them some time.
Sure enough, the blue lightning bursts from the smoke abruptly halted. Seizing the opportunity, the team rushed the client up another floor.
But just as they reached the final level, a Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve shot out from the smoke behind them, wrapping around another subordinate and yanking him in.
It was as swift as a frog snapping up a fly.
One moment he was there, the next, he was gone—
Not even a sound of struggle, only swirling smoke where he had been.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
D and E immediately fired backward.
Those subordinates hadn’t purchased the Platinum-tier rescue package.
The narrow upper corridor allowed for better suppression at this angle. Their gunfire forced the hidden threat back into the smoke, and everyone used the cover to rush onto the rooftop.
As Shen Bitao threw a Laser Cutting Grenade behind them, he slammed the rooftop door shut.
The piercing sound of metal being sliced apart was now muffled behind the door.
But before the squad could even get far toward the waiting helicopter—
BOOM!
A massive explosion—
The sealed iron door was blasted open.
No hesitation.
The team instantly turned and unloaded bullets toward the entrance, suppressing whatever was coming through.
But the thing behind the door never showed its face.
Instead, it charged forward, gripping the iron door as a shield.
Even as bullets riddled the iron door with holes, the thing didn’t stop.
Seeing it was about to break through, D spread his arms—
Two crimson Phantom Blades shot out.
With a single downward slash, the already battered iron door was sliced cleanly in half.
And the thing behind it was finally revealed—
A burly monk, wearing nothing but denim shorts.
His entire body was covered in a strange golden glow, making the feral wolf tattoo on his chest even more menacing.
Both of his prosthetic arms were thick and powerful, and atop his bald head were six Neural Interfaces, eerily resembling the scars left by a monk’s head-burning ceremony.
A fresh scar ran across his nose.
His face twisted into a savage grimace, veins bulging.
With the golden radiance surrounding him, he looked like an enraged Vajra straight out of mythology.
Seeing the monk had chased them all the way here, the client cursed and limped frantically toward the helicopter.
D’s expression sharpened, but his Phantom Blades never wavered.
The Security Task Force always prioritized the client. They wouldn’t attack first, but in this situation, there was no need to hold back.
Twin blades aimed straight for the monk’s throat—
The monk reacted instantly.
He flung aside the shattered iron door, his massive hands snapping shut around the Phantom Blades like iron clamps.
But this only created an opening—
B and E flanked him from both sides, opening fire.
Shockingly, the bullets bounced off his body as if striking a statue.
Iron Body? Or a Tech-enhanced Golden Light Incantation?
Judging by his physique, the former seemed more likely.
The squad wasn’t made up of Qi Refiners, but they’d heard of this kind of extreme body cultivation before—
Replacing skin, muscles, and bones with specialized materials, trained over years of adaptation.
They’d seen bullet-resistant techniques before—
But nothing this ridiculous.
The squad froze momentarily in disbelief—
The monk seized the moment.
He grabbed D and charged forward like a battering ram, plowing into B and E and sending them flying.
The Shen siblings exchanged glances and swiftly split to the sides.
The monk assumed they were fleeing in fear, ignoring them as he lunged for the terrified client.
But just as he passed between them—
Snap!
A white cord whipped out from both sides, binding him tightly.
Neural Disruptor Restraints.
Among portable devices, these had the strongest interference power—capable of disabling intelligent prosthetics on contact.
Even for someone as strong as this monk—already at the lower Core Formation Realm—his body stiffened upon contact.
His movements slowed.
And finally, he collapsed to his knees.
"Go, now!"
Shen Bitao wasted no time, pulling his teammates toward the helicopter.
Shen Bixin dragged the trembling client aboard.
The monk struggled to break free, but he couldn’t—not quickly enough.
The Iron Body technique had a time limit, and his golden glow had already begun flickering, like a faulty lightbulb.
Seeing his chance, the client—his fear turning to rage—grabbed Shen Bixin’s gun.
"Don’t!"
Shen Bitao tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Bullets poured onto the monk.
The monk, noticing the suit-wearing bastard firing at him, clenched his teeth and forcefully extended his Iron Body technique for a few more seconds.
The bullets that failed to penetrate his defense snapped some of the Neural Disruptor cords on impact.
The monk seized the moment—
Boom! Boom!
With a powerful jerk, he ripped off the remaining restraints.
The client, who had failed to kill him and instead helped free him, now shrieked,
"Take off! Take off now!"
Fortunately, the entire team had already boarded.
Shen Bitao tossed two Shock Grenades to force the monk back as the helicopter quickly lifted off.
But the monk still wouldn’t give up—
He sprinted to the rooftop’s edge and leapt, throwing his right arm forward.
From his golden prosthetic arm, a Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve shot out like a spring-loaded coil—
Aiming directly at Shen Bixin.
Shen Bitao’s reflexes kicked in—he kicked his sister aside.
But the flying sleeve wrapped around his leg instead—
The force yanked him off balance.
He lost his grip and slipped out of the open helicopter cabin.
At the last second—
He caught onto the helicopter’s landing skids.
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone on board.
They tried to shoot down the monk—
But using the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve, the monk climbed up fast, grabbing Shen Bitao and using him as a human shield.
"You b*stards! Even if you hand him over now, it's too late! No one on this damn helicopter is leaving alive!"
Seeing the monk pull out a Phantom Blade from his prosthetic arm, Shen Bitao looked at Shen Bixin—
And without hesitation—
He let go.