Chen Xuantian slipped into the bathroom, piecing together the flying sword guidance chip and poison needle hidden in the temple of his glasses.
Xin Su, "Handling it here is fine too, but make sure you noted down his flight number correctly."
"...All right, all right, I’ll do it myself."
Chen Xuantian squatted on the toilet for a mont. After calculating the ti, he thought it was about right, so he picked up his backpack, went to the departure level, randomly grabbed so tourist brochures, and used his Divine Sense to lock onto every person entering and exiting the airport.
After waiting for a short while, he suddenly heard a lodic string music nearby, followed by a pleasant female voice singing behind him,
"Praise be~ Supre! Great be~ Supre! Vast be~ Supre! Supre be~ Supre! True Yang be~ Supre! Blood Talisman be~ Supre!"
"WTF..."
For a mont, Chen Xuantian felt chills down his spine, goosebumps rising all over, then he turned his head to see the airport TV screen displaying the sa advertisent.
The scene showed a young woman from the Southern Mountain Region, dressed in a red silk gown, adorned with gold jewelry on her hands and feet, stepping barefoot into a fire pit, singing softly and dancing gracefully.
Around her was a group of smiling followers, similarly clad in red, holding hands to form a circle, their faces beaming with utmost happiness and blessing, providing harmony to her lody.
"Praise to the Supre!
Divine Enlightennt, embodint of wisdom! Eternal torch, ssenger of light!
Utmost truth and goodness, pure and genuine truth! Purging demons and clearing evil, mighty and invincible!"
"Praise be~ Supre!"
"Praise to the Supre!
"Clad in flas, treading the earth! Tearing night as a robe, forging stars as a crown!
All things return to ruins, karmic fire eternal! All gods annihilated, True Yang undying!"
"Great be~ Supre!"
"Praise to the Supre!
Span the void, traverse the sky, Supre Divine Power, descending to the mortal world!
All beings, sacrificed souls, fire purging all sins, reborn in blood!"
"Vast be~ Supre!"
"Praise to the Supre!
Sacrifice to our Supre! Immortal and unyielding! Worship our Supre! Eternally unending!
Paradise, why frown and suffer? Life and death together, united as one!"
"Supre be~ Supre!"
"Praise to the Supre!
Holy fire blazing, illuminating the abyss! True Yang towering, sweeping through all lands!
Burn my delusions, restore my light! Ignite my dying embers, birth my true soul!"
"True Yang be~ Supre!"
Then, with the accent of the Southern Mountain, the cara lifted, revealing behind the Holy Daughter, an exquisite and magnificent snow-capped mountain.
Then a sun as large as a cartwheel leapt out from the mountains, and for a mont, sunlight draped golden over the mountains, with dazzling brilliance illuminating the snow-capped peaks, turning the pristine snow into what looked like a sheet of gold-embroidered silk. As the sunlight shone, it cast dreamlike halos, as if a sea of gold was boiling at the foothills.
And that Holy Daughter danced faster and faster in the fire pit, her entire silk attire igniting in the flas. For a mont, her whole being was engulfed in flas, like a butterfly aglow with golden-red radiance, her clothes and skin afla.
Yet bizarrely, the dancing Holy Daughter in the fire was not scorched or burnt away. Beneath the dissipating silken smoke, her skin revealed a flowing scarlet jade hue, reflecting sunlight from the snowy peaks, emitting a brilliant glow as if a galactic waterfall were pouring down her form, imprinting golden talismans on her blood-jade-like skin.
"Ah—Blood Talisman—!! Ah—Supre—!! Ah—Blood Talisman—!! Ah—Supre—!!"
Witnessing the Great Dao, the followers danced and leapt, kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads to the ground, screaming frenziedly, tears streaming down their faces, overwheld by emotion, they couldn’t help themselves. One after another, they drew their knives, eagerly carving on their faces and bodies the Blood Talisman Great Dao they witnessed with their own eyes.
Chen Xuantian opened his mouth, "WTF..."
Not just him, most people in the airport were stunned and dumbfounded by the unprecedented, never-before-seen scene, their souls unsettled.
Even so cleaners from the Southern Mountain Region reacted more strongly, directly kneeling on the ground with a cry of "Awoo—," tears streaming down their faces, and with a heavy accent, they started howling, "Supre—Supre—Supre—."
"Zeng Liu! Zeng Liu! Stop staring like a fool! Get to work!"
"No, it’s not... Did you see that? What the hell is that?"
"Who knows what it is, probably so CGI promotional video. There are so many foreign evil cults, foreigners believe in that!
Alright! Pull yourself together, the target is already at the airport!"
Well, it seems our steadfast materialist warriors definitely don’t believe in this...
Chen Xuantian was completely unprepared for his two younger brothers suddenly pulling off such a big event; well, actually, it wasn’t so sudden - they had even written it in the PPT, planning to use various dia platforms and promotional tools to buy hot searches and preach, but he hadn’t taken it seriously...
So Chen Xuantian had to pull his attention away from the Divine Sect promotional video, and while the entire airport was overwheld by the ad, he hid a flying sword in his fingertip, pretending to gaze at the ad screen, then at the airport entrance, ready to launch the poison sword at any mont.
Soon, the target appeared, wearing sunglasses and a mask, carrying a suitcase, looking like a scene from a movie, entering the airport under the protection of two burly white n in black suits, quickly heading towards the VIP lounge, it seed they had already been taken over by the Federation Special Service Bureau.
Yet Chen Xuantian didn’t launch the flying sword; instead, he slowly furrowed his brow, touched his earphone,
"Hey, Xin Su, the target is a male, 163 cm tall, weighs 48 kg, wearing glasses, right?"
"That’s right, haven’t you found him yet? The surveillance here shows he’s already entered."
Chen Xuantian stood up with a cool face, completely uninterested in dealing with the target in the VIP lounge, and without looking back, he slipped into the crowd,
"Fake, it’s a trap."
"What!? Are you really sure?"
"Nonsense! A woman disguised as a man, do you think I’m blind!"
Of course, speaking logically, the Federation agents’ disguise was indeed quite good, hard to distinguish by vision alone, but it was still exposed under a sweep of Divine Sense. And fortunately, the target’s slim physique ant the Federation probably could only find a female agent to act as a male, hence the weakness.
Yet the situation was already obvious; the operatives had just arrived on scene, and the opposite side already had the bait ready, inviting you to bite - isn’t this absurd?
Cangtian Base’s intelligence security asures were clearly compromised now that he’s the fish caught in the net.
So Chen Xuantian took off his earphone, walked happily to the ticket counter, raised the Ninja Village tourism brochure to the flight attendant, and handed over his passport and credit card.
"MARUTO! MARUTO! NINJUTSU! NINJUTSU!"
Seeing his fanboy deanor, the flight attendant booked him a ticket according to the brochure. Chen Xuantian said no more, boarded the plane, and took off, temporarily leaving the trap behind.
Hm, temporarily, since the opponents didn’t arrest him directly at the airport, and instead set up a bait, it indicates that ’Liu Xiaoliu’s identity is still safe for now. Or perhaps they’re offering a target for him to hit, probably to witness firsthand what ’flying sword’ is all about.
First, find a place to secure the main body safely; anyway, once the plane takes off, mark the target with the Blood Execution Order, then have a Primordial Spirit Ergence later to fly back and complete the mission all the sa.
But hiding for a while doesn’t solve it all, Weiyuan is, after all, the Federation’s territory, and besides, there are a whole bunch of spy traitors tracking and monitoring his whereabouts. If not solving this problem...
"Supre~~ Oh oh~~ Supre~~"
Seeing passengers throughout the cabin streaming the video, singing along with the Divine Sect’s missionary troupe, Chen Xuantian, almost at a loss to think, was speechless.
Well, there’s actually a bigger problem here.
Honestly, the Shannan Saintess’s singing isn’t that bewitching; it’s quite nice, but the Divine Sect’s Magic is indeed genuinely ’effective,’ and the sacrificial texts in the song are definitely the real deal.
Yes, these sacrificial texts, spellbooks, dances, are all Primordial Spirit thod. They’re genuine sacrificial texts used by the Divine Sect to preach to ordinary cult mbers. And with such a magic spell, it’s effective, not effective, and unrelated to tone or accent.
So using the Shannan accent, even though it sowhat affects the power, it’s evidently not as strong as in Taiji Heaven, but once the magic is effective, it’s effective. Moreover, can’t withstand the local humans’ weaker spirits.
Thus, these dances, these prophecies, directly dispersed through dia, as if everyone had personally experienced and witnessed a Divine Sect ceremony. It’s undoubtedly a trendous ntal and physical impact on local indigenous people, and with trending boosts, it spread virally, with the top rankings on major platforms already within just these few hours.
At this point, Chen Xuantian could only helplessly sit in the cabin echoed with the magical song, watching so passengers with higher Spiritual Sense, already tracing screenshots and breaking airplane al knives and forks, carving blood talismans disjointedly on their hands and bodies.
Done for, done for, maybe Earth here is going to collapse too...
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