Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
To be honest, before the launch of this plan, President Dylan had already sensed something very fishy about this business. Given how strict Huaxiuâs customs control had been, how could he enter the perimeter so easily?
There had to be a catch somewhere!
So, roughly a day before the operationâ¦
President Dylan received a lead on the remains.
But according to the information from this lead, although the scheduled opening of the entrance to the remains was in Songhai city, the coordinates were completely different.
âThere are actually two remains?â Staring at the intelligence, President Dylan was lost in deep thought.
Sure enough, things werenât as simple as he had thought.
One of these two remains was definitely a decoy.
Next to President Dylan, a young lady in gothic attire with a machete on her back and wearing a white face mask asked in a sharp voice, âDo we need to change the plan?â
This young woman wasnât just anyone, and was none other than the rumored third disciple of Numinous Mother with the Magic Hands: Ghost Head Blade. No one, including President Dylan prior to this, would have thought that Ghost Head Bladeâs real identity was that of a young lady.
President Dylan pondered, chin in hand. âThereâs no other way. Right now, we can only divide our group in two. You and I will lead one team to Peiyuan districtâs public square, and the rest will head to the other remains.â
âHow will we get in?â Ghost Head Blade asked.
âWeâll hide ourselves as part of the medical personnel. To avoid giving the game away, Iâll send someone to temporarily replace me as Han Di tomorrow,â President Dylan said.
This was a plan within a plan. It sounded foolproof and gave a person a deep sense of security.
âGhost Head Blade, remember that your task is to capture that person called Wang Ming alive.â
The girl folded her arms and said in a grim voice, âI can only do my best not to kill him.â
After all, the opponent was just an ordinary person who didnât know any cultivation techniques.
Ghost Head Blade was thus utterly contemptuous of him.
To her, he was nothing but a worm.
â¦
At around ten in the morning before the start of the activity in the remains, the antibody vaccinations were all done.
Everyone sat in the square and waited for the entrance to the remains to open.
In the square formation of students, Wang Ling stared at Head of State 001 standing motionless beside Wang Ming.
He didnât know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that he had seen Number 001âs eyelids flutter just now⦠To be honest, this was the first time Wang Ling had seen this type of humanoid magic treasure. Although Wang Ming had introduced this new black technology to him before, Wang Ling still thought that it was a little too realistic.
Even a micro expression like the fluttering of eyelids was recreated to the extreme⦠it could only be said, as expected of something developed by Wang Ming.
Although the overall development of this humanoid magic treasure was the result of everyoneâs great efforts at Huaxiuâs Cultivation Academy of Science, it was Wang Ling who had designed the basic plan of action for the magic treasure.
The most valuable thing of any magic treasure that one could obtain was its original blueprint, like the original blueprint of the Gate Between Worlds which had fallen into Daoist Guangâs hands previously. At that time, although Daoist Guang had used it to wipe his ass, he had been unwilling to throw it away. After washing it clean, it was once again a brand new blueprintâ¦
In fact, after Daoist Guang used this original blueprint of the Gate Between Worlds to wipe his ass, its estimated value as a collectorâs item should have gone up.
After all, this blueprint was once stained with the faeces of a True Immortal!
Just when Wang Lingâs mind was running wildâ¦
He suddenly looked up.
He felt the air fluctuate. Although it was very subtle, he still sensed it.
Was the entrance to the remains finally about to open?
Looking up at the sky, Wang Ling noticed it turning dark all of a sudden.
After all, this Devil Valley was Beast Kingâs Remains. Given the king of holy beastsâ style, it was completely reasonable for unusual natural phenomena to occur when the entrance to the remains opened.
Furthermore, he didnât know if it was an illusion or notâ¦
But Wang Ling felt like the air was suddenly filled with the aroma of spicy hot potâ¦
â¦
Elsewhere, in Border Village Park on Xiling Road, Songhai city. The entire park had been closed for the past few days.
Because Huaxiu Alliance had already set up the entrance to the fake remains here beforehand, all nearby roads were blocked, as with the real remains. There were only a team of experts, a medical team and a guard escort waiting respectfully at the entrance.
In a military van that was being driven directly from Songhai First Prison to Border Village Park sat Master of Immortal Mansion Cheng Yu, Evil Sword God, as well as the Old Devil, who was getting used to a fake body after returning the one he had been in.
Huaxiuâs Cultivation Academy of Science had created this fake body, and it was only a while ago that they had helped the Old Devil switch bodies, the original one then returned intact to Jiang Liuyue, the Master of Shadow Stream. This fake body certainly wasnât anywhere as good as the body of an Almighty, but given the current situation, it was already the next best thing.
Of course, a fake body limited the Old Devilâs actions to a certain extent, but as the all-powerful and mighty Devil Emperor from back then, there was no need to doubt his battle experience.
In the van, the Old Devil felt his flat chest. To be honest⦠he was still a little unused to the lack of those two lumps of fleshâ¦
The Old Devil sighed regretfully in his heart, as did the rest of the people in the van.
There were times when you really only understood how important freedom was after you lost it.
Master of Immortal Mansion Cheng Yu gazed at the view outside the window. After being locked up for so long, he found even the little spirit sparrows on the roadside especially beautiful.
âAre, are we really going?â Evil Sword God sat upright and seemed a little nervous. âKilling people, that isnât very good, is it⦠shifu said, itâs wrongâ¦â
The silent black-haired young man next to him was blank at this scene. âHas he always been like this?â
The young manâs expression was very grim. He wore flexible black armor that clung to his skin. The most conspicuous things on him were two thick boxing gloves inscribed with a pattern of black flames.
This person was none other than General Bai, who was number one among Huaxiuâs Ten Founding Generals and also known as Explosion Saint.
The Old Devil spread his hands helplessly. âEvil Sword Godâs mental state has been like that ever since he was separated from his sword.â
General Bai frowned. He had thought Evil Sword God was faking it, but now it indeed did seem like there was something wrong with his mind. If that was the case, it was extremely possible that he would become a burden once the fighting started.
Resourceful in the face of an emergency, General Bai went online and found a photo from Evil Sword Godâs arrest â wearing eyeshadow, he looked a little like a shamate chuuni young man.
General Bai then held his phone up and compared the photo with the current Evil Sword God.
General Bai somehow felt that the current Evil Sword God was missing somethingâ¦
A few seconds later, General Bai finally realized what was wrong and then stretched out one hand to rub around Evil Sword Godâs eyes.
He used cold fire to burn eyeshadow over both Evil Sword Godâs eyes!
After that, General Bai took out a mirror. âChen Nanxuan, look at yourself!â
The moment he saw his reflection, Evil Sword God immediately stood up. âHow⦠How can I be so handsome!
âBe so handsomeâ¦
âSo handsomeâ¦
âHandsomeâ¦â
The Old Devil and Master of Immortal Mansion Cheng Yu: ââ¦â
General Bai: âSo, is he back to normal?â
The Old Devil: âProbably, but his illness hasnât been curedâ¦â
General Bai: ââ¦â