Chapter 1098: Chapter 142: Defection
In the air, the clip swapped with rapid movements—as Yan Xiaoxi vaulted backward, he instantly pleted the action.
The two pistols equipped with Talisman Bullets, in Yan Xiaoxi’s hands, were like gracefully wielded doubles, rapidly firing as the triggers were pulled, spitting out Dao Technique-powered bullets wildly… whether it was moving strikes or precise shots, each bullet could hit the weak points of these mud-stone bined giants.
Like a powerful Taoist skilled in various Taoist magic arts… but clearly, Yan Xiaoxi was on a martial arts path, his body emanating real strength, not magic power.
Daoist Master Su Mubai and Zi Xing also witnessed this novel bat style for the first time… as long as the supply of Talisman Bullets was sufficient, it was equivalent to Yan Xiaoxi having unlimited firepower.
On the hillside, dozens of mud and stone giants were wiped out by the Bureau investigators in just five minutes—this included the use of even more terrifying Daoist grenade.
This time, besides the Bureau’s own investigators, there was also a batch of Dao Monsters led by Zi Xing and Su Mubai—seeing this swift battle, the Taoists present were extremely shocked… despite the clear objective, it couldn’t help but make them ponder a question.
When a well-trained ordinary soldier possesses these weapons and equipment, the advantage of ordinary Taoists or monsters seems to vanish… ordinary humans truly have the capability to face off directly.
Weapons and equipment can be mass-produced, but a well-cultivated Taoist or demon requires a long accumulation of time…
“The Bureau’s confidence surely stems not only from the meaning behind that ‘agreement,’ but also from having acquired new power…”
Next to him, Daoist Master Su Mubai’s slightly somber voice reached Zi Xing’s ears… making the Young Master of the Greedy Wolf Clan feel somewhat uneasy.
The Greedy Wolf Clan originally didn’t settle on the desolate, freezing plateau, their initial home was Central Plains’ fertile lands… only after the Human Race gradually grew stronger did the once fertile lands belong to humans.
The plateau is sparsely populated, though it remains unaffected by human interference, the nation has never relinquished its regulation over major demon clans.
Should the day e when the nation possesses weapons far surpassing Talisman Bullets and grenades, how much space will be left for them to survive?
As the last mud-stone giant collapsed with a tremendous sound, Zi Xing awoke from his distraction.
And at this moment, the Bronze Masked Man standing on the giant rock on the hillside still stood calmly, seemingly indifferent to the fall of these mud-stone giants.
He even began to clapping slowly, like an audience who had watched a wonderful performance.
The Bronze Masked Man’s strangeness instantly heightened everyone’s vigilance.
Yan Xiaoxi quickly changed the clip again, taking this opportunity, and looked at the Bronze Masked Man, “You’re out of tricks… surrender, do you really think you can leave easily from our encirclement of so many people?”
“Perhaps not.” The Bronze Masked Man shook his head slowly, stating, “Director Yan, right? I have a few questions I’d like to ask you, would that be okay?”
Yan Xiaoxi sneered, “Stalling for time?”
The Bronze Masked Man shook his head, calmly said, “Each of these mud-stone monsters takes a month to refine. Besides the time, it requires all sorts of materials, and the consumption of magic power isn’t small either. An apprentice with moderate qualifications would take at least twenty years to learn and create it. I wonder, how much time does it take to create a set of your equipment, Director Yan?”
Yan Xiaoxi calmly replied, “I’m not obligated to tell you that.”
At this point, Yan Xiaoxi already felt that something was off… he quietly made a gesture, and several Bureau investigators in the distance simultaneously locked their sniper rifles on the Bronze Masked Man.
“Let me explain a bit.” The Bronze Masked Man spoke indifferently, “Take the handgun itself for example. The manufacture of firearms isn’t difficult, they can be produced on a military factory assembly line, so time isn’t a factor. What’s challenging is the bullets, which require meticulous engraving of micro formations inside to produce Dao spells. This part requires manpower to execute. However, the style of the formation is fixed, so even apprentices can plete it. An apprentice can produce around 80~100 bullets a day… referring to the recent annihilation battle, you fired a total of 3,973 bullets… which implies that ten apprentices would merely require four days to manufacture the consumables for this battle. Four days versus twenty years… what are your thoughts, Director Yan?”
Yan Xiaoxi didn’t reply, merely made a gesture—at that instant, the snipers in the distance pulled their triggers.
In the fish-belly white sky, several light streaks flashed—in front of the Bronze Masked Man, several massive fire explosions erupted instantly!
The power was so immense that the giant rock the Bronze Masked Man stood on shattered.
The wind swept the smoke away, but the Bronze Masked Man stood unharmed, a seemingly invisible barrier guarding him, “Taking these sniper bullets for example… with such power, how many demons present, or Taoist experts, can directly withstand it?”
A certain Dao Monster’s face changed slightly at this moment.
Yan Xiaoxi inwardly groaned, realizing trouble… he turned to a nearby investigator and whispered, “Approve the use of Meteorite God Bullets, eliminate if necessary.”
Just as Yan Xiaoxi issued the order, the Bronze Masked Man laughed aloud.
He said, “Dear colleagues… because of the ‘agreement’ from years ago, we’ve lost the chance for further development. Now, they’ve mastered the armed forces that can directly confront us. How much living space will we have left now? Throughout history, warriors rebelled with martial prowess, do we still have a voice in the court?”
Yan Xiaoxi furrowed his brow.
All around, many from the Daoist field and the demon clans paused at this moment.
“Is it deceptive black magic…” Yan Xiaoxi observed the uncanny situation on the ground, yet reasoned that Dao Monsters wouldn’t be easily swayed by mere words.
What Yan Xiaoxi hadn’t expected was that the Bronze Masked Man directly revealed his scheme.
“The Jade Dragon Pillar’s purpose is to gather the earth’s Spiritual Energy.” The Bronze Masked Man spread his hands, “The ultimate goal is to unleash the Spiritual Energy from the Shenzhou’s Twelve Dragon Veins, restoring China to its environment from a thousand years ago… the weakening weather Spiritual Energy has been restraining us, once Spiritual Energy revives, a new era awaits us!”
Acpanying the Bronze Masked Man’s voice, in that fish-belly white sky, a pillar of white, incandescent light shot upwards—not at Fan Cliff where they were, but at least thirty kilometers northeast.
“The second Jade Dragon Pillar has been set.” The Bronze Masked Man’s figure gradually vanished, his voice echoed across the hillside, “The dawn of a new era is imminent… I await you at the summit of Mount Tai.”
In a blink, the Bronze Masked Man pletely disappeared.
“Trouble, it’s a feint!” Yan Xiaoxi’s expression changed, “Quickly, pinpoint the exact location, move out rapidly!”
Yan Xiaoxi knew he had fallen for a trick… he didn’t expect that kind of energy wave to be nothing more than a pretense.
But at this moment, Yan Xiaoxi not only felt the cunning of the Bronze Masked Man, but also couldn’t help but worry about the uping events.
“Director Yan, why did the words of the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation just now differ pletely from what you said at the meeting?”
The person questioning was none other than Su Mubai, who asked in a deep voice, “Are you saying, Director Yan, that the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation intends to repeat the tragedy of the past?”
Noticing the eyes gathered on him, Yan Xiaoxi quickly regained his posure. He looked around seriously and said, “Back then, Qingxia Zi of the Clothed Daoist was adamant he could find Penglai. But what happened in the end? The method the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation uses this time is derived from Qingxia Zi’s plan, albeit improved. But while Qingxia Zi used the spiritual energy of Mount Tai’s ley line, the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation now uses the Twelve Dragon Veins of China… Can such immense power truly be controlled by human hands? The resurgence of spiritual energy is still an unknown, but I believe everyone can understand the danger within, right?”
All the Dao Monsters were silent, but their gaze remained questioning toward Yan Xiaoxi.
At that moment, Yan Xiaoxi got into the car and said in a low voice, “I need to rush to where the second Jade Dragon Pillar is… Daoist Master Su Mubai, the state has always been tolerant in employing people. If there’s no heart of rebellion, why would we abandon you? The Shenzhou you speak of, isn’t it our country now? Please don’t make an arbitrary distinction.”
This time, the Dao Monsters of the two teams didn’t immediately follow but remained where they were.
Meanwhile, the off-road convoy had already gone far away.
Inside the car, the agent driving looked at Yan Xiaoxi and frowned, “Director, who would have thought the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation would pull such a stunt… instead, he turned the tables on us.”
“I’m now even more convinced that he’s not alone,” Yan Xiaoxi suddenly squinted his eyes at this moment.
And at that moment, the giant pillar of light, under the gradually rising sunlight, not only didn’t fade but became even brighter, as if proclaiming something to the world.
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Song Family Village.
In the house rented by Song Haoran at the end of the village, a figure suddenly crashed the door open and rolled out, revealing it to be Brother Zhou.
Brother Zhou fell to the ground, clutching his chest and letting out a wailing sound. He spat out white foam twice before passing out.
Young Master Song, who was sitting outside the room against the wall looking at his phone, waved his hand to have Brother Zhou carried out, then tidied his clothes and calmly entered the room.
Inside the room, the mysterious woman brought out from the depths of the imperial tomb was lying on the ground again, now struggling to prop up her body.
Song Haoran picked up a shard of a broken mobile whiteboard from the floor… on it were words written by Brother Zhou.
A small seal script ‘Qin’ character, but above it Brother Zhou had drawn a large ‘X’… Perhaps this was why Brother Zhou was thrown out?
“Miss, it’s not easy to find a teacher at this time. If you kill him, I really don’t know where to find another one for you in a short time,” Song Haoran leaned against the wall.
“Qin… Has the Great Qin really…” The woman looked at Song Haoran, her voice trembling, “fallen?”
However, Song Haoran chuckled and suddenly said, “Descendants… modern people, they love to imagine and speculate. There’s a saying that if the Emperor of Qin had truly achieved immortality, would the Qin Dynasty have continued indefinitely? We’ve actually pared it, during the Qin Dynasty, its national power was likely the strongest in the world. If it had continued for a thousand, two thousand years, perhaps the entire world would bee the territory of the Great Qin Dynasty.”
As he looked at the silent woman, Song Haoran chuckled again and said, “Of course, if this hypothesis had e true, I’d probably be quite worried right now… because the Great Qin Iron Cavalry must still exist, right?”
The woman’s shoulders slightly trembled, and she bowed her head, her hair almost covering one side of her face.
Song Haoran silently watched her.
Neither of them moved, nor did they speak again.
It was unclear how much time passed before the woman slowly raised her head and looked at Song Haoran, saying softly, “I am Chuyang, the Emperor granted me the title of Princess Chuyang.”
“Qin Chuyang?” Song Haoran was taken aback.
But Princess Chuyang shook her head and said, “I bear my mother’s surname, using her national surname, Ann.”
“Alright,” Song Haoran nodded, “Princess Chuyang, it’s a pleasure to meet you… However, without ensuring my safety, I must apologize, Princess, but I still can’t give you this bead.”
“Qin has fallen, and the Emperor is reduced to dust…” Unexpectedly, Princess Chuyang chuckled sadly, “My lingering life is not worth keeping. You should go, as long as you leave my presence by ten feet, my body will naturally burn away under the erosion of Yang energy.”
Song Haoran frowned… Has this ancient princess just awakened and is now contemplating ending her life?
What a… waste, right?
“Why haven’t you left?”
Seeing that Song Haoran showed no intention of leaving, Princess Chuyang couldn’t help but frown, “The Great Qin is gone, I’m just a remnant of a fallen country, unable to promise you any benefits. There’s no need to concern yourself with me.”
“That’s true,” Song Haoran suddenly said, “But for the princess to survive two thousand years, it’s already a miraculous thing. I think if this news were made public, countless people would want to study why the princess has such longevity… There will also be those willing to pay a hefty price to buy the princess from me, right?”
Princess Chuyang coldly looked at Song Haoran.
Young Master Song instead smiled slightly and said, “Actually, I wanted to say, although the Great Qin is over, since the Princess has awakened, wouldn’t you consider mourning your father? It’s only natural for children, right? To die immediately, isn’t that somewhat… unfilial?”
Princess Chuyang couldn’t help but frown once more.
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