diskusbooks Chapter 757 New Year's Eve
Chapter 757 New Year's Eve
is her!
Cheng Lan, who fought alongside them against Polcanion at the bottom of the East China Sea, sharing life and death!
The younger sister of Cheng Feng, the former Elite Four Trainer of Central China!
Hailan fell silent.
The night wind blew her white cloak, the brim of her hood, and the blue, chaotic mask on her face.
She just hung there quietly, neither admitting nor denying.
a long time.
She tilted her head slightly, a posture so similar to a scene in her memory—in some corner of the ocean, a girl wearing diving goggles had also tilted her head to look at him like this, smiling and saying, "Zhang Heng, your Milotic is so beautiful."
Then, her voice rang out.
It was still that clear, spring-like voice, and that calm, unhurried tone.
But this time, there was a complex emotion in the voice that Zhang Heng couldn't discern:
"Zhang Heng..."
She softly called his name.
It's not "little brother" or "young coach," but rather—Zhang Heng.
Just like long ago, in some corner of the ocean, when she first called him that.
"We...will meet again."
The moment the words fell—
Mega Latias suddenly flapped its wings, and a pink light completely enveloped Hylan's body.
The light rapidly contracted, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards the distant night sky!
Its speed was even faster than Dorombalut's space travel!
Zhang Heng instinctively wanted to give chase, but he ultimately didn't swing his raised hand.
He simply hovered there quietly, watching the pink streak of light grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the dark blue horizon.
The night wind continued to howl.
The moonlight remained cold and clear.
Only Milotic's Poké Ball at his waist was still trembling slightly, as if it were telling some unspeakable emotion.
Zhang Heng stood suspended in the night wind at an altitude of ten thousand meters, his gaze fixed on the direction in which the pink streak of light disappeared.
At this moment, countless images were flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern—
The enormous Gyarados would always intentionally or unintentionally approach Milotic whenever it appeared, gently rubbing its horn against Milotic's scales.
It wasn't annoyed when Milotic swatted it away with its tail; it just floated there innocently, its eyes following Milotic's every move.
Cheng Lan?!
How could she possibly be... the Tenth Divine Punishment?
Zhang Heng slowly withdrew his gaze and took out the illustrated guide from his robes.
His finger hovered over the screen for a moment before finally pressing that familiar number.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
The call rang for a long time, so long that Zhang Heng thought the other party wouldn't answer.
Finally, a soft "click" came from the other end, followed by Zhang Leiyuan's slightly tired and hoarse voice:
"Hello... is this Xiao Heng?"
There was weariness in his voice, a rare relaxation after a busy day, and a hint of relief that unconsciously came from hearing his son's voice.
"Got home?"
Zhang Heng took a deep breath, skipped the pleasantries, and said directly, "Dad, I'm not home yet. I ran into some trouble on the way."
Zhang Leiyuan's voice instantly became alert: "What is it?"
“The people from the Temple of Creation,” Zhang Heng’s voice was calm, but every word was like a nail, “have come to hijack the plane.”
"Bang—!!!"
A loud bang came from the other end of the encyclopedia—it was the sound of Zhang Leiyuan slamming his hand on the table!
Even through the communication device, Zhang Heng could feel his father's sudden outburst of anger:
"What?! The people from the Temple of Creation dare to operate within our Chinese territory?! Have they lost their minds?! Which airspace are they in?! I'm coming over right now!"
"Dad, Dad, calm down," Zhang Heng quickly reassured him.
"It's been resolved. I wasn't injured, and the crew is fine too."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the encyclopedia, followed by Zhang Leiyuan taking a deep breath. His anger subsided slightly, but his tone remained heavy.
"Resolved? Who was it? Which Divine Punishment?"
Zhang Heng's gaze drifted to the distant night sky, his voice deepening:
"The Tenth Divine Punishment, codename 'Hailan'. A woman who... calls herself the 'Inviter'."
He paused, then uttered the news that would surely shock Zhang Leiyuan:
"And, Dad—I think I know who she is."
On the other end of the encyclopedia, Zhang Leiyuan's voice instantly turned sharp: "Who?"
Zhang Heng closed his eyes and confirmed the message from Milotic in his mind once again.
The scent was so familiar, so unique, that there was no way to mistake it.
He opened his eyes and said, word by word:
"Dad, you should focus your investigation on one person—Cheng Lan. The former strongest king in Central China, Cheng Feng's sister."
On the other end of the illustration guide, there was a long silence.
Zhang Leiyuan was clearly stunned by the news.
Of course he knew who Cheng Lan was—Cheng Feng was Li Guanjun's disciple, who nearly died while on a mission and was rescued by Zhang Heng, but was paralyzed from the waist down. He never imagined that such a loyal and courageous man's sister was...
"Xiao Heng..."
Zhang Leiyuan's voice became extremely solemn, not wanting to chill people's hearts.
How confident are you?
Zhang Heng did not answer immediately.
He looked down at his waist; the Milotic Poké Ball had stopped vibrating and lay there quietly, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
But Zhang Heng knew that it wasn't an illusion.
He slowly began to speak: "At least fifty percent."
He paused, then added, "Dad, my Milotic and her Gyarados once fought side-by-side in the ocean. Gyarados against Milotic..."
He carefully considered his words.
“There’s a special sense of closeness between them. They can never mistake each other’s aura. Milotic’s Poké Ball trembled violently just now because it sensed Gyarados’s presence.”
“When the Tenth Divine Strike ‘Hylan’ appeared, the Latias kept a layer of energy shield that blocked all detection, so I couldn’t sense the inside.”
"But the energy shield shattered under the combined attack of Urshifu and Ripple. In that instant, Milotic sensed Gyarados's presence."
Zhang Heng's voice was firm: "Cheng Lan is 'Hailan'."
On the other end of the illustration, Zhang Leiyuan fell silent again.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a complex mix of emotions—shock, regret, and a profound sense of facing a thorny problem.
"Cheng Feng's sister... became a deity punished by the Temple of Creation..."
He sighed softly, a sigh that carried a heavy weight.
Then, his voice regained its usual calm and decisiveness:
"Okay. Leave this to me. I will use all available resources to investigate this lead."
"Where Cheng Lan has been all these years, who she has met, and why she joined the Creation Palace—as long as she has left any trace in China, we can definitely find out."
Zhang Heng nodded, and although he knew his father couldn't see, he still hummed in agreement.
With his father's words, he felt relieved. The intelligence network in East China, combined with the champion's authority, made it much easier for him to investigate someone's past than for an "outsider."
He was about to say something when he heard a commotion coming from Zhang Leiyuan's side—it seemed like someone was shouting, "Champion, this document needs your signature"—followed by Zhang Leiyuan's impatient reply, "Wait a minute, wait a minute."
A moment later, Zhang Leiyuan's voice rang out again, but this time, there was a strange... laugh in his voice?
"By the way, Xiao Heng," Zhang Leiyuan's voice became somewhat subtle, "do you know what day it is today?"
Zhang Heng was taken aback and subconsciously glanced at the date on the illustration.
2.16? !
Is there anything special about this date? He frowned, his mind racing—it's not anyone's birthday, not any anniversary, not…
and many more.
2 month 16 day.
Lunar New Year's eve?
Is tonight Lunar New Year's Eve?!
Zhang Heng suddenly looked up at the cold, clear moon in the night sky. The moon was round and bright, as if reminding him that tonight was a day for family reunion.
He almost forgot.
During this period, there have been successive battles in secret realms, fierce struggles with the Temple of Creation, dangers in the spirit world, the predicament of the police station, and tonight's sudden hijacking...
Time flew by like water, and he didn't even realize that the year had come to an end.
"Hahaha!" Zhang Leiyuan's hearty laughter came from the other end of the encyclopedia, tinged with a hint of mockery. "Are you dumbfounded? Your dad has been busy all year round, and it was only when Secretary Kang reminded me that I remembered tonight is New Year's Eve!"
His voice softened, carrying the concern of a father for his son:
"Xiao Heng, please give my regards to your mother and grandfather. Tell them that I'll be back as soon as I've finished dealing with things here."
Zhang Heng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
He knew his father's duty. To protect the country and defend the region—this was the responsibility of the regional champion, and also the price behind the glory.
On New Year's Eve, a day for family reunions, my father had to stay at his post, dealing with endless tasks.