Chapter 65: Su Chen Is A Strange God Follower?
Boom!
The cyan Iron Whip collided with the lightning, and the compressed Wind Element suddenly burst forth, unleashing a raging storm like wind blades slicing through, instantly cutting the man standing beside Zhou Xian into several pieces.
But Su Chen was ultimately just a Second Order Professional, and the blazing lightning spread over afterward, smashing fiercely into Su Chen’s body, like being hit head-on by a truck, the immense Strength sending him flying backward immediately.
But Zhou Xian’s expression suddenly changed dramatically; the guy who had taken his strike head-on didn’t fall to the ground, instead using the counter-shock force to dart far away like a falling leaf.
In the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.
The man ran!?
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“Even a small operation has someone leaking information. I see, a major purge is indeed necessary.”
In the meeting hall, Xia Hanshi’s small, thin figure sat in the main seat, Zhang Hongbo on his right, and Yang Yan and others on his left.
Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on Zhang Hongbo’s forehead as he explained, “The leak happened at the last moment of the operation; it might not be an internal issue.”
“Even if there’s an insider, it’s just a small fry; we can find them out soon.”
Yang Yan chimed in to ease the tension, “At least it’s one nest point; the work in South Wind City this period wasn’t in vain.”
“Just two or three small cats—what’s the use in killing more? If we don’t root it out, it will reappear sooner or later.” Xia Hanshi’s tone was unkind, but he didn’t press aggressively.
Yang Yan subtly glanced at Zhang Hongbo; according to Old Xia’s habits, he had probably already visited South Wind City by now.
Whether this Zhang Hongbo truly had a kind heart or was simply following Ying Feng’s orders, the refugees in South Wind City were living decently.
This South Wind City Lord probably didn’t even know that those refugees had helped him greatly.
He remembered the last time, in another City, the City Lord didn’t even care about the refugees below.
Not long after Old Xia arrived, he casually found an excuse to break that City Lord’s legs.
“What do you think of Yuan Chenyang?” Xia Hanshi suddenly asked.
Zhang Hongbo was somewhat surprised, thought for a moment, then sincerely said, “A bit reckless, but diligent and dedicated.”
“Reckless?” A glint flashed in Xia Hanshi’s eyes. “If so, how would he think of sending his own student undercover?”
Zhang Hongbo was puzzled inside but explained, “He’s just reckless in personality, but he still has quick wits.”
He was also suspicious of this matter, but he couldn’t undermine Yuan Chenyang.
Where did that Top Tier Professional come from… Xia Hanshi felt irritated inside; these guys spoke in half-truths, making him want to rip their heads off.
“How’s his student?” Xia Hanshi asked casually.
Zhang Hongbo paused, as if realizing something, and said evenly, “You mean Su Chen? Yes, very good—Brilliant Silver Level physique, though he’s quite young and will only head to Ying Feng next year.”
Su Chen? Seems like one of those who borrowed from the Scholar.
Xia Hanshi smiled ambiguously: “Yuan Chenyang couldn’t compete with you?”
“You see through everything, sir.” Zhang Hongbo smiled bitterly.
Xia Hanshi didn’t mind, while Yang Yan beside him kept his head down, sighing inwardly.
None of these City Lord types were easy to deal with; Zhang Hongbo had concealed a crucial piece of information—Su Chen’s refugee identity.
Old Xia was originally a refugee himself; if he learned of Su Chen’s identity, he might feel inclined to promote him, potentially stripping Zhang Hengyu of this opportunity to go to Ying Feng.
Even without fully understanding Old Xia, Zhang Hongbo instinctively and keenly avoided that point.
Old Xia probably wouldn’t have expected Yuan Chenyang to also take a refugee as a student.
As for whether to mention it, Yang Yan thought it over—both were Brilliant Silver Level, so who went to Ying Feng first didn’t matter to him; no need to offend Zhang Hongbo.
“Investigate thoroughly. The waters in South Wind City are deeper than I expected.” Xia Hanshi said darkly: “There’s a big fish lurking beneath the surface, come from who knows where.”
What does that mean?
Zhang Hongbo and Yang Yan exchanged a glance, full of shock and doubt.
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“The Holy Artifact is gone…” The Priest’s tone was eerie, making Zhou Xian’s scalp tingle as he said gravely, “Your man confirmed he was fine, so I let my guard down.”
“All the Followers are dead; it’s whatever you say.” The Priest’s pitch-black pupils stared at him.
Zhou Xian felt shocked and angry inside, saying coldly, “That’s the fact; how can you believe me?”
“Believe in Our Lord.” The Priest spat out four words.
Zhou Xian immediately shook his head, insisting, “That’s what we agreed on initially.”
The Priest suddenly stood up, tightening Zhou Xian’s heart, but then he abruptly turned his head to a certain direction, his expression changing in shock: “My Lord’s aura has vanished!”
“What do you mean?” Zhou Xian couldn’t help asking.
“The Holy Artifact is empty.” The Priest frowned tightly: “It should be the same as last time.”
Zhou Xian paused briefly, his expression changing abruptly—Yuan Chenyang was still guarding the Ruins; it wasn’t him?
Then who? Someone related to Qi Chuan’s death…
A figure came to mind involuntarily—could it be… Su Chen?
Right, that silhouette at the alley entrance had already felt familiar to him; now thinking about it, it indeed resembled Su Chen somewhat.
Zhou Xian grew increasingly shocked and angry, first because the opponent could now escape from his subordinate.
Second, because Su Chen had appeared before him, yet he failed to capture him.
Someone who could disguise as Our Lord’s Follower—could it be a Faceless Ghost Follower?
The Priest thought inwardly, his expression gradually twisting: “There’s another group of Strange God Followers in South Wind City, daring to devour Our Lord’s power—courting death!”
Hearing this, Zhou Xian suddenly woke up, feeling even more indignant.
The Priest had already suspected a target before; he never truly believed him, just wanted to coerce him into believing in Heituo.
But he caught another key piece of information: Su Chen might also be a Strange God Follower.
No wonder a refugee rose so quickly; if he’s a Strange God Follower, it makes sense.
“The one who acted today—could it be that so-called ‘delicious soul’?” he probed.
“Impossible…” The Priest’s answer was absolute. “Strange God Followers aren’t pure; Our Lord wouldn’t call them delicious.”
Not Su Chen after all… Zhou Xian was instantly disappointed, pondering darkly, “But since that’s the case, perhaps I can use this to first figure out if Yuan Chenyang is the ‘delicious soul’.”
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“Cough… cough…” Su Chen closed the window, still somewhat dizzy and blurry-eyed, with a bloody taste in his mouth—even a severely injured Third Order Professional wasn’t easy for him to handle.
“Good thing I have this Scale Armor; otherwise, he’d have killed me on the spot.” Su Chen pulled open his clothes; the cyan scales clinging to his skin surface had several pieces dented, stinging painfully.
“But at least this hit wasn’t in vain.” Su Chen looked at the Low-tier Strange God Power on his Panel.
On the way back, he had found an opportunity to extract the power from the Strange Artifact, avoiding detection by anyone in the Inspection Department.
“Perfect timing; the Mystic Arts Scholar is about to undergo Job Appointment too.” Su Chen thought, then fed this newly acquired good stuff to the Mystic Arts Scholar.
Affected by the Strange God Power, the Mystic Arts Scholar’s craving for Knowledge has become intensely fierce, hoping to devour a Second Order Upper Tier Mental Profession to promote to Top Tier Profession.
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