Wind is formless, but I wish to hunt the wind! Laughing proudly across the Nine Provinces, acting as Heaven's thief!

A giant bronze coffin floats above a shadowy valley, a red-robed female corpse slumbers for a thousand years.

In the vast desert's underground palace, stars shift with time; in the icy sea, sunken ships are haunted by lingering spirits.

As dynasties rise and fall and centuries turn, a world-shaking storm suddenly sweeps across China. Heroes rise, demons run rampant, mountains collapse, the world changes color. In times of peril, the vast land of China always sees its sons and daughters stand up fearlessly, protecting the dragon veins, exploring the underworld, seizing the heavenly coffin, battling the demon star, restoring peace to China, and returning brightness to the land!

—A record of a legendary history unknown to the world

Chapter 0001: Stealing the Golden Talisman (Part 1)

"God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light..."

Logan Reed was speaking earnestly when the Health Director's wife coquettishly interrupted him: "Pastor Reed, you know, I didn't come to you for any light. I just want a child."

Logan Reed laughed, his handsome face instantly becoming lively and bright, yet also appearing unfathomable.

The director's wife's cheeks, white as jade, actually flushed with the rosy hue of a lovestruck maiden, and her heartbeat suddenly quickened because of the young pastor's smile. Biting her cherry-red, luscious lips, she said, "Can God grant my wish?"

Logan Reed nodded, his gaze falling on the pair of slender hands on the desk, then, without hesitation, took them into his own, speaking with a look of holiness and righteousness: "As long as you believe in the Lord, any wish can come true."

Not only did the director's wife not blame him for his boldness, her voice became even softer and sweeter: "What if He refuses to help me?" Her beautiful eyes were now watery, gazing at the young pastor with endless affection, like a hunting dog locking onto its prey.

At this moment, Logan Reed's expression was cold and ascetic, but his large hands clearly tightened their grip, and he was unmistakably pulling those soft, white hands toward his chest, his voice deep and magnetic: "Don't forget, I am God's apostle. Even if He won't help you, you still have me."

The director's wife's voice trembled with excitement: "Then bless me on God's behalf, won't you..."

Bang! The office door was heavily rammed. Since it was locked from the inside, it didn't open at once, but the two people inside, who were getting closer, hurriedly separated. The director's wife was so startled her face turned pale, and she quickly stood up to fix her makeup. Her appearance was still flawless, not a trace of disorder, but her heart was already in turmoil.

Logan Reed reacted even faster than she did, quickly going to the coat rack to fetch the director's wife's coat and considerately draping it over her shoulders.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Urgent knocking sounded from outside, followed by a breathless cry for help: "Open the door... open up... Logan Reed... it's me... Blind Jack... I'm Blind Jack..."

Hearing the voice outside, Logan Reed finally relaxed, letting out a silent sigh of relief. Seeing the director's wife had straightened her clothes and regained her usual icy demeanor, she shot Logan Reed a look, signaling him to open the door. All her previous tenderness vanished in an instant.

Logan Reed walked over and opened the door. As soon as it opened, a chubby man wearing round sunglasses and a skullcap barged in like a headless fly, lunging toward the director's wife like a mountain of flesh, startling her into a shrill, exaggerated scream like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Fortunately, Logan Reed blocked him in time: "Are you blind?"

The fat man said nothing, his rolls of flesh not affecting his agility at all. He skillfully rushed to the wardrobe in the northwest corner, opened the door, and hid inside.

The director's wife stood there in confusion until Logan Reed said, "Madam, please!" Only then did she come to her senses, stomp her foot, and stride out. The shapely part below her slender waist swayed exaggeratedly, and her status-symbol high heels tapped out a rapid, chick-pecking rhythm on the red oak floor.

Logan Reed hurried after her: "Madam, perhaps we can set another time to talk?"

The director's wife snorted coldly.

Logan Reed added, "About the medicine donation..."

The Health Director's wife stopped, turned her face, her brows arched, her eyes sharp, biting her silver teeth as she spat, "Liar! You're nothing but a liar!" With passion gone and reason returned, all that was left was anger and embarrassment. Taking it out on someone is the most natural choice, and Logan Reed just happened to be the unlucky one.

Watching the black sedan speed away, Logan Reed could only shake his head and sigh. Before he could return to his small chapel, more than a dozen police officers came running over aggressively. Logan Reed stepped forward, raising a silver cross in his left hand and professionally making the sign of the cross over his chest with his right: "We are born sinners. The suffering we endure in this world is the price for our sins. As long as we atone, when we die, we can enter the gates of heaven. Officers, why not come in and listen to me preach for God..."

Before he could finish, a policeman rudely shoved him aside: "Move! Don't interfere with official business!"

"Lord, please forgive these lost lambs for their sins..."