Chapter 61 Lin Chuan Becomes the Young Clan Head
After the referee announced the result, several medical personnel immediately rushed onto the stage.
They first checked Lin He's heartbeat and breath, and then put a detector on him.
The data on the instrument jumped rapidly.
"The meridians have minor burns."
"True Qi is severely overdrawn."
"There are also some external injuries in the crotch area."
"There is no danger to his life, and he will be fine after resting for a period of time."
Hearing that there was no danger to his life, Lin Nan and Mother Lin let out a sigh of relief at the same time.
Mother Lin squatted beside the stretcher, still feeling a bit uneasy.
She glanced at Lin He's crotch and then looked at the medical personnel.
"Doctor, how is Xiao He doing down there?"
The medical personnel didn't understand.
"Where?"
Lin Nan gritted his teeth and spoke.
"I mean, his balls."
The surroundings suddenly quieted down for a moment.
The expression of the medical personnel became a bit strange.
He looked at the test results again.
"The protective gear blocked most of the force for him, it's just a bit swollen and red."
"Not shattered, still usable."
Lin Nan's hanging heart finally dropped.
The Clan has cultivated Lin He for so many years.
The S-Rank Six-Color Ancient Thunder still needs to be passed down.
As long as his balls aren't broken, other injuries are no big deal.
An S-Rank bloodline, the children born in the future will not have poor talent.
Lin Chuan stood nearby and also nodded.
"The Tier 3 protective gear is of good quality. Repair it, repair it, it can still be used next time."
Mother Lin turned her head abruptly.
"Xiao Chuan, you still want a next time? He is your younger brother, how can you be so ruthless to him?"
"When he used thunder pellets and thunder spears, his blows weren't light either."
Then, Lin Chuan chuckled: "When he wakes up, help me pass on a word to him. Next time he spars with me, remember to switch to a Tier 4 protective gear; Tier 3 might not be enough."
Mother Lin trembled with anger.
Lin Nan also wanted to get angry.
But everyone around was watching, and Lin Chuan had now become the Young Clan Head of the Clan.
He could only let the medical personnel carry Lin He down first.
Several medical personnel quickly left the stage.
From beginning to end, Lin Chuan never mentioned the spirit-blocking forbidden talisman.
If he really wanted to pursue the matter, as long as he told the Martial Arts Association, Lin He's results would be cancelled.
Using black market forbidden talismans already constituted severe cheating.
The referee, Lin Nan, and the person responsible for checking equipment would all be investigated.
But doing that would be of no benefit to Lin Chuan.
Lin He would receive a major demerit, and the Thunder King might also abandon this disciple.
Who would work hard to cultivation for him in the future?
Lin Chuan took a round of thunder pellets today, which could only be considered minor scrapes with no major problems, but in exchange, he got a Perfection-grade Purple Heaven Thunder-Self Esoteric Art.
This deal was very cost-effective.
As for Lin Nan's cheating account, it could be settled slowly in the future.
There was no need to smash his own rice bowl right now.
On the main viewing platform, the Thunder King picked up the black long box in front of him.
Pei Wubing smiled and reached out his hand.
"The match is over."
"Hand over the item."
Looking at the unconscious Lin He, the Thunder King's expression was a bit ugly.
However, he didn't renege on his debt.
Two King-level powerhouses made a bet publicly.
Reneging on a Tier 4 resource would only cause an even greater loss of face.
The Thunder King opened the long box.
Inside lay a battle saber nearly one and a half meters long.
The blade was covered with dark purple lightning patterns, and a Tier 4 thunder-type crystal core was embedded in the hilt.
After the long box was opened, wisps of electric arcs flashed continuously.
People close by could all feel their skin tingling.
"Tier 4 thunder-type long saber."
The Thunder King pushed the box to Pei Wubing.
"It's yours."
Pei Wubing picked up the long saber and looked at it for a few glances.
"Not a bad item."
"Although your temper stinks, your gambling ethics are all right."
The Thunder King snorted coldly.
"This time Lin He lost."
"At the Provincial Martial Arts Exam, the result might not necessarily be like this."
Pei Wubing smiled.
"What, you still want to continue gambling?"
"Of course!"
The Thunder King also had a violent temper, and he trusted Lin He.
"Next time, two Tier 4 resources."
"Alright, I agree, hahahaha." Pei Wubing laughed loudly.
Thunder King Yue Jinglei came to the stretcher and checked Lin He's injuries.
The damage of the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art to the meridians was not considered serious.
Being able to succeed on the first use was already enough to prove Lin He's Comprehension.
The Thunder King did not give up this disciple because of this defeat.
"When he wakes up, I will take him directly to the Thunder Pool."
Lin Nan was stunned for a moment.
"Senior Thunder King, you are going to take Xiao He to the Thunder Pool to temper his body? That's wonderful!"
The Thunder King looked at the unconscious Lin He.
"His Six-Color Ancient Thunder is developed quite well, and his combat reactions are not bad."
"The real problem is that his physical body and True Qireserves cannot keep up."
"The Thunder-Self Esoteric Art can only be maintained for dozens of seconds; when the time is up, he collapses first. No matter how strong the burst is, it is meaningless."
The Thunder King had already seen Lin He's problem.
He released hundreds of thunder pellets.
Later, he maintained the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art and went head-to-head with the six magic sabers.
These moves were extremely powerful, and the consumption was also shockingly huge.
If Lin He possessed a stronger physical body and more True Qi, he might not have been defeated so quickly.
"The Thunder Pool can Body Tempering, expand the meridians, and also increase his ability to withstand thunder."
"When the Provincial Martial Arts Exam starts, he can still improve."
Lin Nan's eyes suddenly lit up.
Lin He had already lost the competition for the Young Clan Head.
But the Provincial Martial Arts Exam was even more important.
As long as Lin He defeated Lin Chuan in the Provincial Martial Arts Exam, he could still prove himself.
Those cooperations that were just cancelled also had a chance to be renegotiated.
"Thank you, Senior Thunder King!"
The Thunder King waved his hand.
"Victory and defeat are very normal."
"Lin He was able to comprehend the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art in battle; his Comprehension has no problem."
"Losing to Lin Chuan this time only shows that Lin Chuanis stronger. When he makes up for the flaws in his physical body and True Qi, he still has a chance to win back."
The Thunder King's words gave Lin Nan confidence again.
Lin Chuan stood not far away, equally very satisfied.
Thunder Pool Body Tempering.
Increase True Qi.
Expand the meridians.
These benefits sounded very practical.
The Thunder King's willingness to continue cultivating Lin He was right to his liking.
Good younger brother has already completed a return today.
Next, entering the Thunder Pool, he can continue to work for him.
Where can you find such a good younger brother? In the future, when hitting his balls, I have to be a bit lighter.
Lin Chuan looked at Lin He, wishing he would wake up right now and set off with the Thunder King immediately.
At this moment, Gu Shanhe rushed over with his phone.
"The money has arrived!"
"The money from the gambling ring has arrived!"
His voice was not small, and quite a few people around looked over.
Lin Chuan took out his phone.
The Martial Arts Association gambling ring had completed settlement.
[Betting amount: 50 million yuan!]
[Winning odds: 2.1!]
[Amount received: 105 million yuan!]
50 million yuan in principal, plus 55 million yuan in profit.
This time, Lin Chuan net-earned 55 million yuan.
Gu Shanhe also opened his own account.
[Betting amount: 30 million yuan!]
[Amount received: 63 million yuan!]
Gu Shanhe net-earned 33 million yuan.
Added together, the two of them initially invested 80 million yuan.
In the end, a total of 168 million yuan arrived in their accounts.
Among them, 80 million yuan was their respective principal.
The actual profit earned was 88 million yuan.
Lin Chuan earned 55 million.
Gu Shanhe earned 33 million.
The accounts were calculated clearly.
Looking at the numbers on the account, Gu Shanhe smiled so widely that his mouth couldn't close.
"Had I known you would win so easily, I should have mortgaged my house and bet it in as well!"
Lin Chuan glanced at him.
"Next time, I will definitely let Grandpa Gu earn even more."
Gu Shanhe put away his phone.
"Alright, just notify me. I'm responsible for bringing the money; if we lose, it's on me, and if we win, we split it."
Lin Chuan felt this division of labor was not bad.
He was responsible for beating people.
Gu Shanhe was responsible for helping to make money.
Everyone had a bright future.
The gambling ring settlement ended, and all the Clan Elders of the Clan also came to the side of the stage.
The eldest Clan Elder held a wooden box with both hands.
The wooden box opened, and inside lay a palm-sized black token.
The front of the token was engraved with the word "Lin".
The back was engraved with the three characters "Young Clan Head".
"The Clan Competition has ended."
"According to the Clan ancestral teachings, Lin Chuan won first place and officially became the Young Clan Head of the Clan."
"Starting from today, Lin Chuan possesses the resource mobilization power and Clan deliberation power corresponding to the Young Clan Head."
The old Clan Head handed the token over.
Lin Chuan reached out and caught it.
The token felt heavy in his hand.
From this moment on, he was no longer a young man with only inheritance rights.
He could participate in arranging the Cultivation resources allocated by the Clan to the younger generation every month.
He was also qualified to attend important Clan meetings.
Some industries and Martial Artist teams would also be open to the Young Clan Head.
The several Clan Elders around immediately put on smiling faces.
"The Young Clan Head is so young yet has such strength; the Clan has hope in the future."
"Lin Chuan, there were some misunderstandings between us in the past, but we are all Clan from now on."
"Whatever resources you need, just tell us."
These people were still standing on Lin Nan's side a few days ago.
When Lin He awakened, they called him an S-Rank Qilinchild left and right.
Now that Lin Chuan had won, they started supporting him again.
Pure opportunists.
However, Lin Chuan didn't expose them either.
The support delivered to his door, he temporarily accepted.
As for whether these people could become trusted aides, it would depend on how they acted in the future.
A group of Clan Elders still stood beside Lin Nan.
These people didn't come over to congratulate.
They still believed in Lin He.
S-Rank Six-Color Ancient Thunder.
Direct Disciple of the Thunder King.
Next, he would also enter the Thunder Pool to cultivation.
As long as Lin He wins back at the Provincial Martial Arts Exam, the situation of the Clan will still change.
Lin Chuan was not in a hurry either.
A Young Clan Head Token could not make the entire Clanobey immediately.
However, resource power and deliberation power were already in hand.
The remaining things could be taken slowly.
Chapter 62: Main Family Reward!
After the clan competition ended, Pei Wubing called Lin Chuan to the underground training ground.
A long black box was placed on the table.
"Take it."
Pei Wubing pushed the box in front of Lin Chuan.
"This is a Tier-4 lightning-attribute long saber that Thunder King Yue Jinglei and I won from a bet."
"Since you won the match, this item naturally belongs to you."
Lin Chuan opened the long box.
A long saber nearly one and a half meters long lay inside.
The blade was pitch-black all over, distributed with dark purple lightning patterns.
At the hilt position, a Tier-4 lightning-attribute crystal core was also embedded.
Lin Chuan reached out and grasped the hilt.
The long saber was much heavier than ordinary battle sabers.
Even an Advanced Martial Artist would find it extremely strenuous to use it with one hand.
But Lin Chuan had already reached the eighth Realm of Martial Artist, and his physical body had undergone multiple returns and reinforcements, so the weight was nothing to him.
He casually swung it twice.
The blade cut through the air, producing a low, tearing sound.
"How is it?"
Pei Wubing asked.
"Not bad."
The more Lin Chuan looked at it, the more he liked it.
He already possessed six dagger-like demon sabers used as hidden weapons.
But those six sabers were relatively small in size, making them more suitable for Spirit Reader manipulation.
For true close-quarters combat, he still lacked a handy long weapon.
This Tier-4 lightning-attribute long saber was just right.
Pei Wubing reminded, "Tier-4 weapons are usually things used by Grandmasters."
"Your Realm is too low right now; you can swing it relying on your physical body, but if you want to activate the lightning-attribute crystal core inside, the consumption will be huge."
"Don't drain yourself dry after a few strikes."
Lin Chuan nodded.
"I know."
Pei Wubing gave a few more instructions and then left the training ground.
When the heavy doors closed, Lin Chuan picked up the long saber again.
A wisp of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder surged from his palm.
Crackle!
As the purple lightning power just entered the hilt, the entire long saber immediately reacted.
The dark purple lightning patterns on the blade lit up one by one.
A large amount of electric arcs danced along the edge of the blade.
Hum!
The long saber vibrated violently, emitting a series of saber hums.
The Tier-4 lightning-attribute crystal core on the hilt was also activated.
An even more powerful lightning power was released from the crystal core.
Holding the long saber, Lin Chuan slashed forward with a strike.
Boom!
The purple saber light instantly crossed a dozen meters and chopped onto the test wall of the training ground.
The entire wall vibrated violently.
A saber mark nearly half a meter deep appeared on it.
A large amount of purple electric arcs continued to flicker within the saber mark.
Lin Chuan's eyes lit up.
"This saber is indeed suited for me."
A Tier-4 weapon combined with Purple Heaven Divine Thunder had a power far surpassing ordinary long sabers.
Even though he was currently only an eighth-stage Martial Artist, he could still unleash attacks surpassing top Martial Masters.
However, this single strike also drained nearly ten percent of his True Qi.
With his current Realm, he could not display the full power of the Tier-4 weapon for a long time.
Going all out, he could only sustain a dozen strikes at most.
Once his True Qi was exhausted, this saber could only rely on its sharpness and weight to fight.
But this was already enough.
Once his Realm continued to improve, the power of the Tier-4 long saber would become even stronger.
Lin Chuan withdrew the lightning power.
The purple lightning patterns on the blade slowly extinguished.
He put the long saber back into the box, feeling quite good.
Lin He took Thunder King as his master.
As a result, this competition sent him the Purple Heaven Thunder-Self Esoteric Art and also threw in a Tier-4 lightning-attribute long saber.
This younger brother was becoming more and more useful.
Meanwhile.
Longdu, the Lin Family Main Family Residence.
Several Lin Family Elders were sitting in the conference room.
On the large screen in front, the recording of the Haichengclan competition was playing.
In the footage, Lin He unleashed the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art, blasting Lin Chuan back over a dozen meters with a single punch.
The subsequent footage showed Lin Chuan besieging Lin He with six demon sabers.
The video playback ended, and the conference room fell silent for a moment.
Lin Xuance sat beside several Elders, astonishment still lingering in his eyes.
"Lin He actually lost!"
He had crossed hands with Lin He before.
At that time, Lin He defeated him by relying on Six-Color Ancient Thunder.
At that time, Lin He had not yet comprehended the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art.
Now Lin He's strength had improved so much, yet in the end, he still lost to Lin Chuan.
A white-haired Elder spoke, "The Haicheng branch family actually gave us a surprise this time."
"An S-Rank Talent Six-Color Ancient Thunder."
"The other, although only a C-rank poison body, simultaneously became a Spirit Reader and was taken as a disciple by Pei Wubing."
"Both of these people are worth cultivating."
Another Elder looked at Lin Xuance.
"Between the two of them, whose potential do you think is greater?"
Lin Xuance thought for a moment.
"Lin Chuan is stronger right now."
"But in the long run, Lin He's S-Rank Talent Six-Color Ancient Thunder has a higher upper limit."
"Lin Chuan being able to win owes a large part to the foundation left to him by his grandfather."
"Lin He has just taken a master not long ago, and the time he has spent developing his talent is still very short. When he comes out of the Thunder Pool, his strength should improve once again."
None of the Elders refuted.
The entire Lin Family was very clear about the value of an S-Rank Talent.
Lin He losing a match would not make them give up on him directly.
However, Lin Chuan could not be ignored either.
Poison King's disciple.
First-Turn Spirit Reader.
Able to control six demon sabers simultaneously.
Such strength could rank among the forefront even in the younger generation of the Longdu Lin Family.
The Elder in the main seat tapped the table.
"There is no need to rush into a choice for now."
"The provincial martial examination is about to begin."
"When the college entrance examination results come out, we will re-evaluate the two of them."
"For now, let's send a batch of resources over first."
The white-haired Elder nodded.
"Lin He possesses Six-Color Ancient Thunder, and Thunder King Yue Jinglei is going to take him into the Thunder Pool."
"The Main Family can send him a portion of Baichuan Thunder Marrow, plus a batch of lightning-attribute cultivation potions."
Baichuan Thunder Marrow could protect the meridians.
After a Martial Artist enters the Thunder Pool, their body will endure a massive amount of lightning strikes.
With the protection of the Thunder Marrow, Lin He could cultivation at a deeper location and persist for a longer time.
Added together, these resources were worth 100 million yuan.
Another Elder asked, "What about Lin Chuan?"
"His public talent is the Blood-Eroding Poison Body, and he is also a Spirit Reader."
"Prepare a batch of poison-attribute resources for him."
"Add mental crystals and Spirit Reader cultivation potions."
"The value is also 100 million yuan."
The value of the resources obtained by the two people was the same.
The Longdu Main Family would not take sides right now.
Lin He possessed an S-Rank Talent and the support of the Thunder King.
Lin Chuan won the clan competition, became the Young Clan Master, and also had the support of the Poison King.
Whoever could achieve better results in the provincial martial examination would receive the key cultivation of the Main Family in the next stage.
Lin Xuance frowned.
"One hundred million yuan for each person, isn't that too much?"
The white-haired Elder glanced at him.
"For ordinary branch family disciples, it is indeed a lot."
"But as long as one of them tests into the Top Ten War Academies, this batch of resources will not be considered a waste."
"Cultivating young geniuses is inherently the responsibility of the Main Family."
"After the resources are sent over, it can also let the Haicheng branch family understand that the Longdu Main Family has always been paying attention to them."
Cultivation is one aspect.
Bestowing favor and narrowing the relationship between both sides are equally important.
The Haicheng Lin Family had not had much contact with Longdu these years.
Now that two geniuses appeared at once, the Main Familynaturally had to invest in advance.
If they waited for the two people to grow up before winning them over, the cost would only be even higher.
The Elder in the main seat made a decision.
"Send the resources over today."
"Tell them that the Main Family will not interfere in the struggle for the Young Clan Master."
"After the provincial martial examination ends, whoever has better results will get more resources."
"In addition, after they graduate from university, they can go to the Longdu Main Family to work."
The meeting ended.
A notice from the Longdu Lin Family was also quickly transmitted to Haicheng.
Lin Chuan had just put away the Tier-4 lightning-attribute long saber when his phone rang.
[The Longdu Lin Family has issued cultivation resources to you!]
[Poison-attribute cultivation resources!]
[Mental crystals!]
[Spirit Reader cultivation potions!]
[Total value of resources: 100 million yuan!]
[Expected to arrive in Haicheng tomorrow morning!]
After reading the message, Lin Chuan felt even better.
Just after getting the Young Clan Master Token, earning 55 million yuan, and obtaining a Tier-4 lightning-attribute long saber.
Now the Longdu Main Family had sent another batch of resources worth 100 million yuan.
By participating in a clan competition, Lin Chuan's net worth directly skyrocketed.
Moreover, according to his public abilities, the resources sent by the Longdu Main Family were all poison-attribute and Spirit Reader resources.
It happened to be just right for continuing to improve his poison body and Mental Strength.
As for lightning-attribute resources, he could get returns from his younger brother.
"The Longdu Main Family is quite generous."
Lin Chuan put away his phone.
However, he also understood.
This 100 million yuan was only an early-stage investment.
The Main Family was preparing to decide who to focus on cultivating after the provincial martial examination ended.
Chapter 63: Lin He Wakes Up, Hating More Makes Him Work Harder!
Lin He opened his eyes and first felt a burst of numbness.
Strands of thunder power surged through his body, his fractured bones had been reconnected, and the wounds on his body had formed scabs.
Thunder King Yue Jinglei sat beside the hospital bed, pressing his right hand against his chest.
The element of thunder was very miraculous; weak thunder power could stimulate cells and promote healing.
Especially Thunder King Yue Jinglei, who had mastered the Rejuvenating Thunder Technique, making the therapeutic effect even more astonishing.
Every time the thunder light flashed, a portion of the stagnant blood inside Lin He's body would dissipate.
"Master..."
Lin He opened his mouth, his gaze somewhat evasive.
He had lost.
And he had lost quite disgracefully.
Right in front of so many people, Lin Chuan had hung him up and smashed his balls.
The final blow had directly hurt him so much he fainted.
He had originally thought that after he woke up, Thunder King Yue Jinglei would have already left.
After all, Thunder King accepting him as a disciple was because he valued his Six-Color Ancient Thunder and talent.
Now he couldn't even beat Lin Chuan, who was at the eighth stage of Martial Artist, and who knew if Thunder King was still willing to continue cultivating him.
Moreover, he had also made Thunder King lose to Poison King, losing a tier-four resource.
Thunder King Yue Jinglei withdrew his palm.
"Your bones have been reconnected, and your internal injuries have mostly recovered. As for the remaining injuries, given your body, resting for a day or two will suffice."
Lin He lowered his head.
"Master, I have disappointed you."
"When you woke up, you were very surprised to see me. Do you think that because you lost a single match, I would give up on you?"
Thunder King Yue Jinglei glanced at him.
"How long has it been since you came into contact with the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art, and you've already been able to complete the first thunder body Fusion. Such comprehension ability can rank near the front among all the thunder-attribute geniuses I've ever seen."
"The reason you lost this time is because you knew too little about Lin Chuan."
"Remember it since you lost. Next time you run into him, force out his trump cards first before figuring out how to win."
Lin He abruptly raised his head.
"Master, are you still willing to teach me?"
Thunder King Yue Jinglei frowned.
"What I accept are talented disciples, not just winners. If I changed one every time I lost once, I wouldn't have to do anything all day except host master-accepting banquets."
Lin He's heart grew warm.
Thunder King Yue Jinglei stood up and tossed an electronic list to him.
"Get ready, we are heading to the Thunder Pool today."
"The Longdu Main Family gave you a portion of Hundred-Stream Thunder Pith, along with a batch of thunder-attribute cultivation potions, with a total value of one hundred million. The items have already been sent to the Thunder Pool, so you can use them all together."
"After entering the Thunder Pool, use the Hundred-Stream Thunder Pith to protect your meridians first. Remember, do not rush to charge into the deepest part. Stabilize the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art first, build a solid foundation, and your future progress will be rapid."
Looking at the string of numbers on the list, Lin He's breathing sped up by quite a bit.
One hundred million!
Thunder King had not given up on him.
The Longdu Main Family was also cultivating him.
As long as he entered the Thunder Pool, his Six-Color Ancient Thunder could continue to improve, and his Thunder-Self Esoteric Art would also become stronger.
This time, everything he lost would definitely be taken back completely during the National College Entrance Examination.
However Lin Chuan dug out his balls, he would dig them right back at that time.
It would be best to strike Lin Chuan right in the crotch with a bolt of thunder and blow up his balls on the spot!
Lin He thought viciously.
Thinking of the pain before falling unconscious and the gazes of the people around, Lin He's expression turned ugly again.
The humiliation of having his crotch dug out in public was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
He had to dig it back fiercely!
The more Lin He thought about it, the angrier he became; the angrier he became, the more he hated Lin Chuan.
Soon.
Haicheng Lin Family, underground training ground.
A few lines of prompts suddenly popped up before Lin Chuan's eyes.
[Lin He's hatred towards the host has significantly increased!]
[The hatred conversion ratio has increased to 2.0 times!]
Lin Chuan opened his eyes and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"This younger brother is too devoted."
"Right after waking up, he gave himself a promotion to 2x. Good grief, he must be a junior manager now!"
A few days ago, Lin He just wanted to step on him to prove himself.
After smashing his balls in public this time, he was practically treating him like a mortal enemy who killed his father.
Facts proved that the route Lin Chuan chose was very correct.
If an enemy is killed, you can only make a profit once.
Keeping him around to torture more can allow for repeated appreciation in value.
Do not take lives, only torture living ones.
This is the way of sustainable development!
Two days after the end of the Young Clan Head struggle, the resources sent by the Longdu Main Family had almost all been processed by Lin Chuan.
Out of the one hundred million in resources, over forty million consisted of poison-attribute potions and poisonous materials.
Lin Chuan refined all of them.
His Netherworld Bone-Eroding Body did not increase in rank, but its toxic power was much stronger than before.
A tier-three Demonic Beast bone fragment was placed on the table.
Lin Chuan flicked his finger and shot out a drop of venom.
As the venom landed, white smoke quickly rose from the bone fragment.
In less than ten seconds, a small pit was corroded on its surface.
Previously, the same drop of venom would have taken at least half a minute.
After the toxic power became stronger, his True Qi arms and demonic blade could also be coated with poison.
As long as he broke through the opponent's defense, the subsequent battle would be much easier.
As for the remaining Mental Strength crystals and Spirit Reader potions, Lin Chuan didn't keep a single one.
The things prepared by the Main Family were mainly used to increase Mental Strength strength.
He already possessed over three hundred kens of Mental Strength, and could continuously receive returns through Tianyi Cult members.
Spending time refining these medicines didn't have much effect.
Lin Chuan simply bundled them up and sold them to the Martial Arts Association, exchanging them for over fifty million yuan.
The place where Spirit Readers truly burned money was Dharma Treasures and equipment.
The six demonic dagger blades were still enough for now.
When his Mental Strength continued to improve, this small quantity wouldn't be enough to look at.
Selling the resources he couldn't use happened to allow him to save money in advance.
After processing the resources, Lin Chuan looked at his cultivation technique panel again.
[Phantom Art: Great Mastery 100%!]
Shen Ye had been cultivating the Phantom Art over the past two days.
Through returns, Lin Chuan had long pushed this cultivation technique to the limit of Great Mastery.
But after proficiency reached one hundred percent, the panel stopped.
Lin Chuan raised his hand to condense a phantom Incarnation, and then had the Incarnation practice an Advanced blade skill.
The first two moves could still be maintained.
By the third move, the energy pathways inside the phantom became chaotic, and the entire Incarnationdirectly dispersed.
To make the phantom Incarnation execute more AdvancedMartial Techniques, the Phantom Art must reach Perfection.
Lin Chuan tried a few times and quickly found the problem.
Advanced Martial Techniques involved too many energy changes.
Controlling both the main body and the phantom at the same time was equivalent to one person operating multiple sets of meridians simultaneously.
Mental Strength strength was just the foundation, and there was another very important point: micro-control ability.
Martial Artists had combat skill ratings, and Spirit Readers likewise had mental micro-control ratings.
It also started from level ten, then nine, eight, seven, six.
Only after passing level one could one enter the graded ranks.
If the Phantom Art wanted to break through to Perfection, it required at least a grade-one level of mental micro-control ability.
Later, Lin Chuan did a test in the Spirit Reader training room of the Martial Arts Association.
The test required him to simultaneously control over a hundred metal beads to pass through different movement tracks.
Lin Chuan's Mental Strength could easily smash the equipment, but once each bead was made to maintain a different speed, the scene quickly became chaotic.
The final result was only level four.
His Mental Strength was like a big hammer, definitely enough to smash people.
The problem now was that this big hammer couldn't do delicate embroidery work.
After returning, Lin Chuan searched the Martial Arts Association treasury for a long time.
He actually managed to find a suitable cultivation technique.
[Grade A Mental Secret Method: Thousand-Thread Mind Control Method!]
[Cultivation Effect: Enhance mental micro-control ability!]
[Exchange Price: Five thousand Martial Arts Associationcontribution points!]
Lin Chuan glanced at his contribution balance and silently closed the page again.
Money, he had now.
Martial Arts Association contribution points were not enough.
To exchange for this Grade A mental secret method, he could only execute missions.
Lin Chuan took out his phone and called Pei Wubing.
"Master, when are we going to make a move on that stronghold of the Tianyi Cult?"
Pei Wubing paused on the other end.
"You weren't seen this anxious the past couple of days. What did you fancy again?"
"A Grade A cultivation technique, requiring five thousand contribution points."
Lin Chuan didn't hide it either.
"Taking down that stronghold should be enough for the contribution points, right?"
Pei Wubing was laughed into anger by him.
"You brat, calculating the mission reward in advance again?"
"Calculate the reward clearly first, so I'll have strength when making a move."
"Come to the Provincial Martial Arts Association, I'll wait for you downstairs."
One hour later, Lin Chuan took a helicopter and went straight to the Provincial Capital Martial Arts Associationbuilding.
Ever since he became the Young Clan Head, his allocation of Clan resources had also improved quite a bit.
Going out was far beyond just having a dedicated car; even a helicopter was equipped.
Pulling down his sunglasses, Pei Wubing was somewhat surprised at Lin Chuan's pomp: "Brat, you're quite badass. Now when you go out, you directly fly a plane."
Lin Chuan laughed out loud: "Hehe, now, please call me the Young Clan Head of the Lin Clan."
"You brat."
Pei Wubing had already investigated quite a few things.
Recently, the Tianyi Cult had been transporting spatial spar, blood-patterned steel, and altar components to the small factory.
These materials were not used to reinforce the stronghold in reality.
Hidden beneath the factory was a low-level grotto-heaven passage.
The power that the passage could bear was limited, allowing at most a Grandmaster of the first stage to pass through.
Once a king-level powerhouse like Pei Wubing forcibly entered, the entire passage would be shattered, and the people inside would be torn apart by spatial turbulence.
The Tianyi Cult transporting materials from reality into the grotto-heaven was obviously intending to build a teleportation array at the other end.
The grotto-heaven world was vast and boundless, and moreover, two grotto-heavens didn't necessarily exist within the same entity.
The connecting passage between the grotto-heaven and reality was not opened by anyone.
It was very miraculous; no one knew where that passage came from or what caused it to appear.
But one thing everyone was clear on was that in reality, two passages only a few meters apart might have completely different places behind them in the grotto-heaven.
Grotto-heaven passages could roughly be imagined as dungeon entrances in online games.
If one wanted to uproot a stronghold,
they had to enter the passage and kill all the Tianyi Cultmembers inside.
Pei Wubing's level couldn't go in, so he could only block the exit in reality. He could use venom tracking to lock onto where the people in the stronghold were, but had no way of personally entering the grotto-heaven.
"I'm not at ease with you going in alone, so I found you a partner to enter the passage together."
Lin Chuan followed him into the elevator.
"Someone from the Border Defense Force?"
Pei Wubing pressed the tenth basement floor and said casually:
"The Border Defense Force doesn't care about that place. You'll know when you get there."
The elevator went all the way down.
Basement level five.
Basement level seven.
Basement level nine.
Finally stopping at basement level ten.
The elevator doors slowly opened.
Outside was a sealed black passage.
At the end of the passage stood a thick alloy door.
There were only three words on the door.
Zhenyuan Division.
Chapter 64: Zhenyuan Division, the Northeast Tiger King, and Ning Zhaoyue!
Lin Chuan stared at the three words on the door, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
"Zhenyuan Company?"
Pei Wubing blinked.
"That's called the Zhenyuan Division."
"Aren't they both the same meaning? Adding 'Department' makes it sound like an abbreviation for a company."
"Far from it."
Pei Wubing placed his identification card next to the door.
A streak of red light swept across.
The heavy alloy door opened to both sides.
The first thing that came into view was the emblem of the Zhenyuan Division on the wall.
A silver long blade fell from above, piercing a black vertical abyss eye.
Below it were also eight characters.
"Suppress the abyss with the blade, protect our human world!"
The vertical abyss eye represented the catacombs and monsters, and the long blade represented the blade-wielding officers of the Zhenyuan Division.
As long as that blade was still there, the things in the abyss could not even think about entering the human world.
Lin Chuan took a few more glances.
This emblem was indeed quite cool.
The interior of the Zhenyuan Division was much more desolate than he had imagined.
There were only a dozen or so people in the entire office hall.
Some were sitting in front of computers checking catacomb data, some were wiping weapons, and two others had just returned from outside, without even having time to clean the blood on their bodies.
The Zhenyuan Division had very few people, but every single one of them was an elite.
They were usually responsible for infiltration, assassination, searches, and uprooting catacomb strongholds.
Many missions could not dispatch large forces; the more people there were, the easier it was to expose themselves. Therefore, the blade-wielding officers of the Zhenyuan Division basically possessed independent operational capabilities.
This department was also not open to the public normally.
Ordinary Martial Artists only knew about the Martial Arts Association, the Border Defense Force, and the catacomb battlefield. Very few people knew that in places where those armies could not directly enter, there was still a group of blade-wielding officers specialized in handling trouble.
A team of two or three people often had to enter the enemy's hinterland and uproot an entire stronghold.
Those who could survive working here for a few years would not have poor strength or life-saving means.
Pei Wubing brought Lin Chuan into a conference room.
Standing inside was a man in his forties.
The man was wearing a dark gray suit and had a very robust build, his shoulders bulging out the suit.
His hair was very short, the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and half of a white tiger tattoo was exposed near his neck.
Seeing Pei Wubing, he took off his sunglasses and spoke with a heavy Northeast accent.
"Old Pei, you're finally here. I've been waiting here for half a day."
Pei Wubing introduced him to Lin Chuan.
"Fan Biao, the person in charge of the Dongzhou Zhenyuan Division, the Tiger King."
The Tiger King was likewise a King-Level powerhouse, responsible for all Zhenyuan Division operations within Dongzhou.
Lin Chuan looked at the white tiger tattoo on his neck.
"Still a Northeast tiger?"
The Tiger King was slightly stunned, then burst into hearty laughter.
"This disciple of yours is just like you; the moment he opens his mouth, he's quite likable."
Pei Wubing's face darkened.
"He really wasn't taught by me; he was just born a smart aleck."
"Being a bit cheeky is good; lifeless people can't execute our kind of work."
The Tiger King patted Lin Chuan's shoulder with great hand strength.
Yet Lin Chuan's body didn't even sway.
A trace of surprise flashed through the Tiger King's eyes as he smiled and withdrew his hand.
"Alright, you've got some foundation."
The three people came to the conference table.
The Tiger King tapped the tabletop twice, and a three-dimensional map of a small factory rose up.
Beneath the map, a black passage was hidden.
"Old Pei has already told me about the situation."
"The Tianyi Cult is transporting spatial crystals, blood-patterned steel, and a large number of altar components to this place. They should have already sent a portion of the materials into the catacombs, intending to build a teleportation array."
The Tiger King flipped the map over.
"That low-level passage can only bear the power of Grandmaster First-Level at most. King-rankers cannot enter, and the Border Defense Force is not suitable for large-scale operations."
"It is still unclear how many people are inside the catacombs, nor do we know to what extent the teleportation array has been built."
This mission had three objectives.
Ascertain the condition of the teleportation array.
Destroy the altar, and bring back the core Formation Plateor Demon City coordinates.
Finally, clean up the Tianyi Cult members in the catacombs.
Pei Wubing was responsible for sealing off the small factory in reality.
As long as someone carrying tracking poison came out of the catacombs, he would strike immediately.
The mission inside the catacombs, on the other hand, had to be handed over to those who could pass through the low-level passage.
The Tiger King picked up the communicator on the table.
"Zhaoyue, come to Conference Room No. 1."
In less than a minute, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
A young girl walked in.
She looked to be only nineteen years old, standing a little over 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a black combat uniform with her long hair tied into a high ponytail, and a narrow-bladed short saber hanging at her waist.
The girl had very fair skin and exquisite facial features, but her brows and eyes exuded a trace of coldness.
She walked very lightly.
Her combat boots stepped on the ground with almost no sound heard.
"Director."
The girl came to the conference table, glanced at Pei Wubing, and then cast her gaze onto Lin Chuan.
The Tiger King pointed at her.
"Ning Zhaoyue, nineteen years old, a freshman at the War Academy, a third-Level blade-wielding officer."
"Grandmaster First-Level, A+ tier talent, Silent Static Realm."
The War Academy was one of the Ten Great War Academies of Daxia, consistently ranking in the top three year-round.
Ning Zhaoyue had just started her freshman year and had already achieved a breakthrough to Grandmaster, and also became a third-Level blade-wielding officer of the Zhenyuan Division.
This level of strength placed her among the very top tier of people even in the War Academy.
The Silent Static Realm was even more of a talent very suitable for infiltration.
After the Static Realm was deployed, within a radius of forty meters around Ning Zhaoyue, the sounds and energy fluctuations produced by those she included in the Static Realm would be controlled by her. She could cut off the hearing of people within the Domain, cut off electronic surveillance, and shield spiritual perception.
Under normal circumstances, she could maintain it for three minutes.
Pushed to the limit, she could reach five minutes.
After ending it, she would experience tinnitus and spiritual stinging pain, and if she wanted to cast it again, she would need to recover for a period of time.
Of course, she generally wouldn't maintain it directly for three or four minutes all at once.
Generally when she made a move, thirty seconds was enough.
Therefore, she would generally activate this ability for about thirty seconds.
Ning Zhaoyue was a very formidable assassination expert.
With her present, she could contend against the Grandmaster powerhouses that might appear on the opposite side.
The Tiger King pointed at Lin Chuan again.
"Lin Chuan, Pei Wubing's disciple. This time the two of you will enter the catacombs."
Ning Zhaoyue lowered her head and glanced at Lin Chuan's profile.
Seventeen years old.
Martial Artist Eighth-Level.
Spirit Reader.
Young Patriarch of the Haicheng Lin Family.
Seeing the last item, she more or less understood.
This kind of Clan young master participating in high-Levelmissions was mostly to farm contributions and accumulate a resume.
The profile also wrote that Lin Chuan had just won first place in the Haicheng Lin Family's Clan competition.
But ring matches and catacomb missions were completely different.
On the ring, there were referees and healing potions, and one could still save their life after conceding defeat.
Entering the enemy's stronghold, the other party would ambush, poison, and exhaust all kinds of means.
Ning Zhaoyue had seen a few very famous Clan Geniuses.
Usually each one was more capable of fighting than the last, but once they really reached the catacombs, they were all good-for-nothings who held others back.
In her view, Lin Chuan's Clan competition results could not prove that he was capable of participating in this kind of mission.
Ning Zhaoyue put down the profile.
"After entering the catacombs, I will be responsible for operational command. The first discipline is that without my permission, you cannot leave the range of my Silent Static Realm at any time."
"Wait a minute."
Lin Chuan raised his hand to interrupt her.
"I'm participating in this mission. How much Martial Arts Association contribution can I get after completing it?"
Ning Zhaoyue looked at him, her gaze growing a bit colder.
As expected, he came to farm contributions.
The Tiger King didn't feel surprised.
"One thousand contributions for the basic mission, and another two thousand for destroying the teleportation array."
"Slaying high-ranking figures of the stronghold, bringing back important intelligence, and capturing special items will all be calculated separately."
Lin Chuan confirmed once more.
"Two people teaming up, contributions split evenly?"
"Whichever objective is completed, the contribution will be credited to whoever accomplished it."
Seeing what he was thinking, the Tiger King grinned.
"If you can really dismantle the teleportation array yourself, those two thousand contributions will all belong to you. The Zhenyuan Division doesn't snatch away the merits of young people."
Lin Chuan rubbed his chin.
"The basic plus the teleportation array is only three thousand, still a bit short of five thousand."
"Then that will depend on whether the high-ranking figures inside are worth anything."
Ning Zhaoyue finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"This is a catacomb mission, not an experience arranged for young people by your Clan."
"There may be Grandmaster-Realm enemies in the passage. You haven't even reached the Martial MasterLevel; once a frontal battle breaks out, I will still have to split my focus to protect you."
"If you want to farm contributions, you can go take ordinary missions at the Martial Arts Association. This place is not suitable for you."
Lin Chuan also glanced at her.
"I haven't even gone in yet, and you already know I want you to protect me?"
"The Realm is right here."
"You're only at Grandmaster First-Level, how come you talk as if you've been Cultivating for over a hundred years?"
Ning Zhaoyue's hand pressed onto the short saber at her waist.
She was only nineteen years old, able to reach Grandmaster First-Level, and would be a Genius no matter where she went.
Now she was actually looked down upon for low Realm by a Martial Artist.
Ning Zhaoyue said coldly:
"Grandmaster First-Level doesn't even need a second to kill an ordinary Martial Artist."
"That's quite fast, but I'm from Senior Three, Class 5."
Lin Chuan spoke casually, but in his heart he didn't take her Realm seriously at all.
If he were to use the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder and the tier 4 thunder saber, he could fight even a Grandmaster First-Level.
Who protects whom was not yet certain.
"Alright."
Pei Wubing interrupted the two of them.
He looked at Ning Zhaoyue.
"Rest assured, this kid's mouth is indeed obnoxious, but his strength is very strong. After entering the catacombs, he will definitely be able to help you."
Ning Zhaoyue was somewhat surprised.
She knew what kind of temper the Poison King had.
Pei Wubing had an arrogant personality and rarely praised young people normally.
Being able to get a phrase like 'very strong' from his mouth indicated that Lin Chuan should be hiding some skills.
But a Martial Artist Eighth-Level was still a Martial ArtistEighth-Level.
When truly encountering a Grandmaster, one couldn't bridge the gap in Realm just by relying on a single evaluation.
Ning Zhaoyue released the short saber.
"Fine, I can team up with him."
Chapter 65: Operation
On the night of the operation.
Pei Wubing drove a black off-road vehicle, bringing Lin Chuan and Ning Zhaoyue to the western suburbs of Haicheng.
The vehicle parked five kilometers away from the abandoned factory.
The three got out of the car, bypassed the highway, and climbed up a hill from the side. The terrain here was relatively high, providing a full view of the factory.
Ning Zhaoyue crouched behind a rock and took out the tactical telescope issued by the Zhenyuan Division.
The lenses of the telescope lit up with blue light, and the distant scene quickly zoomed in.
A large truck was driving into the factory along the dirt road. The truck bed was covered with a black tarpaulin. Beneath the tarpaulin were spatial crystals, blood-veined steel, and several unassembled Formation Plates.
Besides these materials, more than a dozen ordinary people were sitting at the back of the truck bed. They were dressed differently, including renovation workers, welders, and construction workers.
Everyone wore a uniformly numbered band on their wrists.
When the truck drove past the factory searchlight, the harsh light swept across their faces, yet these people did not even blink.
" They have been mentally controlled. "
Ning Zhaoyue switched to the life detection mode.
" They did not come voluntarily. Their mental activity is very weak, but their bodies remain conscious. The Tianyi Cult must have injected them with control serum. "
" The altar has not been built yet, and these people are the construction team. "
Lin Chuan glanced into the factory. After those workers got off the truck, they immediately formed two lines. No one spoke, and no one tried to escape.
A Tianyi Cult guard held a checklist, cross-referencing the numbers on their wrists. After confirming everything was correct, he had a few people move the cargo into the workshop. The other workers were led underground into the factory.
" They really know how to save money. "
Lin Chuan said in a low voice:
" Even the people building the altar are captured. "
Pei Wubing took off his sunglasses.
" Tonight, I cannot release poison on a large scale. How many workers are underground is still unknown. After you go in, first confirm the location of the ordinary people, and then make a move against those cult members. "
As he spoke, he took a palm-sized black radar from his pocket. The radar screen lit up, and twelve red dots appeared on it.
Three red dots remained in the real-world factory, while the other nine red dots were somewhat blurry, as if separated by a layer of signal interference.
Pei Wubing extended a finger and tapped the screen a few times, making the nine red dots clear again.
" When investigating the stronghold a few days ago, I already sent the Demon Blood Tracking Poison into their bodies. The amount of poison is very small and will not be discovered. "
" But as long as they are still alive, I can determine their approximate location. "
Ning Zhaoyue took the radar. Next to the twelve red dots, energy identifiers of different Levels appeared respectively.
The three people in reality were all Martial Masters; the nine people in the earth cave were five Martial Masters, three Advanced Martial Masters; and the last one was a Tier 1 Grandmaster.
Ning Zhaoyue stared at the darkest red dot for a moment. This should be the person in charge of the stronghold, and also her main target tonight.
Pei Wubing continued:
" I will guard the outside. The two roads leading into the factory have already been sealed by my poison. If anyone comes for reinforcement, I will be responsible for intercepting them. "
" I will also handle the workers left in reality. After the two of you enter the earth cave, save the people first, and then destroy the altar. Not a single one of the twelve red dots can be allowed to escape. "
Lin Chuan looked at the red dots on the radar.
" How many contribution points for taking one down? "
Pei Wubing glanced at him.
" Martial Master 500, Advanced Martial Master 1000, that Grandmaster 2500. "
" So many! "
Lin Chuan nodded, wishing he could go over right now and kill them all.
" Not a single one can be missed; these are all contribution points. "
Ning Zhaoyue was already accustomed to his way of speaking, and she continued to observe the factory.
The guards in reality would contact the people in the earth cave every five minutes. The last contact had just ended not long ago, and there were four minutes and thirty seconds left until the next contact.
They had to kill the three people and enter the earth cave within this time, otherwise the people inside would discover the problem in advance.
About a minute later, the last batch of spatial crystals was sent underground.
Ning Zhaoyue put down the telescope.
" Operation. "
She leaped down from the hill first, followed closely by Lin Chuan.
Pei Wubing stayed in place, his body quickly emitting a mist of poison that spread along the mountain forest toward the periphery of the factory.
This poisonous mist would not kill immediately, but it could seal the roads. Any Martial Artist who stepped into it would be noticed by Pei Wubing at the very first moment.
Lin Chuan and Ning Zhaoyue avoided the front gate of the factory and entered the factory area from the side barbed wire fence.
A guard was patrolling along the workshop, while the other two remained near the underground entrance. The distance between the three of them was very far, making this the most suitable time to make a move.
Ning Zhaoyue raised her right hand and made a gesture for Lin Chuan to follow closely.
Afterwards, the Silent Static Realm activated.
All sounds around them instantly vanished.
Lin Chuan could see that the machines in the distance were still operating, the conveyor belts were constantly rotating, and the gears were colliding, yet he could not hear a single sound. Even his own breathing and heartbeat seemed to have vanished.
The indicator lights of several surveillance cameras were still on, but the images had frozen on the previous frame.
Ning Zhaoyue stepped over the gravel on the ground without a single footprint sound. Her clothes brushed against the iron sheeting beside her, similarly without any movement. Her entire person was like a ghost.
The patrolling guard was completely unaware. As he turned the corner of the workshop and just took out his phone, Ning Zhaoyue had already arrived behind him.
A narrow-bladed short knife pierced in from his back, the tip passing through his chest.
That guard's body stiffened, and he opened his mouth to scream, but the sound was completely wiped out by the Static Realm the moment it was produced.
Ning Zhaoyue pulled out the short knife, and the guard fell to the ground. The corpse hit an empty oil drum beside him, and the oil drum rolled forward a few meters, still without any sound.
Standing a dozen meters away, Lin Chuan watched the entire process. From Ning Zhaoyue's approach to the guard falling, it only took a few seconds. The remaining two guards nearby had no idea at all that their companion was already dead.
There was a bit more seriousness in Lin Chuan's eyes.
No wonder Ning Zhaoyue could become a Tier 3 Blade-Wielding Officer at the age of nineteen. Using the Silent Static Realm for frontal combat might not be as good as many destructive talents, but placed in infiltration and assassination missions, it was truly useful.
Within the Static Realm, Ning Zhaoyue was the Sovereignof all sounds. She could control certain sounds to be emitted and certain sounds to disappear.
She could also make some people's senses normal, or unable to hear anything at all.
Killing people had no sound, and energy fluctuations were also masked. Even surveillance and Divine Sense were affected. As long as she got close, many people could not even call for help.
After the first target died, Ning Zhaoyue glanced at the radar. Only two red dots remained in reality.
The two continued forward.
The underground entrance was located behind the No. 2 workshop, with a metal door embedded in the ground.
Two Tianyi Cult guards were right beside it. One of them was holding a tablet, checking the cargo just sent in, while the other was sitting in front of the control console, responsible for opening the underground security door.
The distance between the two sides was less than three meters; if either of them was attacked, the other could react immediately.
There were two minutes and twenty seconds left until the next contact.
Ning Zhaoyue did not stop. She raised two fingers, first pointing at the guard holding the tablet, and then pointing at the control console.
Lin Chuan understood her meaning: kill the one holding the tablet first, then deal with the one next to the control console.
Ning Zhaoyue walked forward a few steps, and the two guards entered the range of the Static Realm, their voices disappearing once again.
The signal light on the control console flashed once, and the surveillance image froze.
Hugging the shadow left by the large equipment, Ning Zhaoyue came to the side of that guard.
The short knife slashed horizontally across.
Pfft!
The blade cut his throat, and blood gushed out, yet without a shred of sound.
The guard fell while clutching his neck, and the other person happened to look up. Seeing his companion fall to the ground, his expression immediately changed.
His reaction was not slow. His left hand pressed toward the alarm button, and his right hand already drew the short baton from his waist, while simultaneously opening his mouth to shout.
Unfortunately, the alarm was not pressed down; Lin Chuanflicked his hand with a Demonic Blade, severing his arm.
He screamed, but the sound was also sealed inside the Static Realm.
Ning Zhaoyue stepped forward, the narrow-bladed short knife piercing in from beneath the opponent's ribs straight into the heart.
A few seconds later, he sat on the ground leaning against the control console, completely losing all movement.
The Static Realm was lifted.
On the radar screen, the third red dot went out.
From the two entering the factory until all three guards died, it totaled less than thirty seconds.
Lin Chuan walked over to the control console.
" Your talent is indeed very powerful. "
Ning Zhaoyue wiped the blood off the short knife.
" You should understand by now, I can execute this mission by myself. "
" Young Miss, why don't you let me, Young Master Lin, assist you. "
Lin Chuan rubbed his hands together and said with a grin: " Can these two people count as my kills? "
" Keep dreaming. "
Ning Zhaoyue gave him an eye-roll.
" After entering the earth cave, don't hold us back. "
Seeing that the other party would not give him the kills, Lin Chuan switched to an indifferent face in a second.
" Fine then, but after going in, I'll have to kill a few as well, otherwise I won't save up enough 5000 contributions. "
Ning Zhaoyue ignored him further, just treating him as having a fit of hysteria, talking nonsense in his dreams.
She walked into the underground warehouse to check the newly transported goods, and Lin Chuan followed inside.
The warehouse was piled with a large amount of blood-veined steel and spatial crystals. Near the wall, there were also a few boxes of mental control serums.
Next to the medicine boxes was a list of workers, each with a photo and number. Behind most people's names, it had already been marked as transfer completed.
This showed that the ordinary workers in the earth cave were even more than what they had just seen.
On another cargo manifest, the altar components were recorded.
Main Formation Plate, spatial anchor, teleportation pillar, demon city coordinate plate.
Most of them had already been sent into the earth cave.
Ning Zhaoyue photographed all the documents and sent them to Pei Wubing. His voice quickly came through the earpiece:
" I have received the items. Leave the reality side to me, and the two of you continue inside. "
" Remember, confirm the workers' locations first. The people of the Tianyi Cult can be killed, but when you encounter ordinary people, try your best to protect their safety. "
" Understood. "
Ning Zhaoyue turned off the communication.
At the deepest part of the underground warehouse stood a natural vortex. The vortex was grayish-black all over, and its edges were constantly twisting.
This was the passage connecting reality and the earth cave.
Ning Zhaoyue took out the radar and walked in first, followed closely by Lin Chuan.
The moment their bodies passed through the vortex, a sense of squeezing came from all directions. Lasting less than a second, Lin Chuan's feet stepped on the ground again.
He raised his head and looked around.
This was a gray wasteland; the sky was dim, the ground was dry and cracked, no plants could be seen, and no insect chirping could be heard.
There were no Demonic Beasts nearby, nor any traces of demons' activities, only rows of wheel ruts extending outward from the passage entrance.
A large number of cargo boxes and workers were sent forward along this road.
Ning Zhaoyue reopened the radar, and the nine red dots were concentrated six kilometers away.
There were no mountains or woods on the wasteland. Standing here, one could already see the low castle at the end of the horizon.
The castle was built of black-gray stones, with several temporary watchtowers erected outside, and the framework of an altar could be vaguely seen in the central area.
A black hawk was circling above the castle.
Just as Lin Chuan took a few steps forward, the black hawk suddenly stopped.
It turned its body in mid-air, and a pair of purple-black eyes pierced across the six-kilometer wasteland, accurately landing on Lin Chuan and Ning Zhaoyue.
Ning Zhaoyue's expression changed slightly.
" That is not an ordinary hawk. "
The next second.
The nine red dots on the radar moved simultaneously.