Chapter 129: A Swift Victory

At 3:30 AM, Zhang Liang and his team roused from their rest. After stretching their limbs, they started the vehicle and drove toward their next target.

It was another Mossad safe house, though unfortunately, it was sparsely populated, housing fewer than ten people in total.

"You lot..."

*Pfft, pfft.*

In the blood-slicked room, Zhang Liang casually fired a finishing shot into a woman who had yet to draw her last breath; he couldn't even be bothered to look at her.

"Any survivors left?"

"Let's go. While no one has discovered us yet, move on to the next house."

Just then, another voice drifted eerily through the air. A group of twenty Golden Core cultivators arrived, descending from the sky. The man who had spoken was an elder in black Taoist robes. Unlike the others, he did not launch a reckless attack; instead, he declared that he had come to seek justice for the fallen prodigy of his sect.

He realized that even his own memories had been tampered with; there was simply no way to distinguish what was real from what had been altered.

In truth, with every step he took now, he reached a new height, encountering landscapes he had never seen before.

Gu Xichen only smiled at her words, reached out to pinch her cheek, and turned to leave.

"Have I been here before?" Aoyue asked, somewhat surprised, as he scanned his surroundings, yet he felt no sense of recognition at all.

To avoid being treated as enemies by the natives of this world, Tang Ping'an and Luo Chengfeng first used a top-grade Earth-element spirit stone to mask their presence, making themselves appear as local cultivators. No sooner had they absorbed and refined the spiritual energy within the stone than they encountered several cultivators who were outside repairing an altar.

Di Xu clutched her pillow, crying herself to sleep. She woke up at around 8:00 AM the next morning. Warm, bright sunlight spilled through the gaps in the heavy curtains, landing on her face, feeling cozy and soft.

"So, you mean... the real reason Yun Meng cannot leave the Yun Meng Marsh is that even if she were able to, her power is derived from the marsh itself, forcing her to return, right?" Mu Jiufeng asked, somewhat confused.

The houses were scattered gracefully among the fields, built according to the natural terrain, blending so seamlessly into the scenery that they felt entirely at home within nature.

"What? Spying on the Duke's estate? From now on, if such people appear again, kill them on sight regardless of who they are. We have too many secrets here; we cannot let them be exposed!" Feng Hu commanded.

Qu Ran possessed remarkable endurance. Just as Wan Qi had anticipated, a man's pride was indeed his only fatal weakness. Only by being suppressed by another man could his ruthlessness and explosive nature be fully awakened.

If he weren't driving, he would have pulled her into his arms and kissed her properly. Since the last time, he felt he had less self-control than before; now, to calm himself down, he had to take at least three cold showers.

That was why he could hover in mid-air and why he was immune to electrical damage. Just like last time, he simply manipulated the gases to create a vacuum, and electricity could not conduct in a vacuum.

This poster displayed Wan Qi in various forms, as if one person were playing multiple roles. Yet, the most dazzling presence among them remained Wan Qi at the stroke of twelve.

Before he could finish his sentence, Xu Lingyang, who had been sitting slumped on the floor, suddenly straightened up and knelt perfectly. He did not want to be caught by his father again; the beating he had received last time still made his backside ache.

His gaze shifted between the three of them before turning to the crown prince, who looked on the verge of tears. Seeing her staring back at him with coldness and disappointment in her eyes, Tian You felt a jolt in his heart.

Lin Xiangyang whispered the tasks that needed to be done into Chen Fengqi's ear, repeating them several times to ensure he remembered every single detail.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Lin Xiangyang's mouth. If he had known, he should have gone to the enemy's jungle earlier and let himself get beaten to low health; that way, he could have been healed the entire time.

Liu Kai bought a new set of clothes for both the old lady and his father. Hearing the sales clerk heap praise upon her for having such a filial son, the old lady could not help but feel a sense of pride and elation.