How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 101 A Minor Breakthrough for Chang Ye

Lin Xiaosu couldn’t speak anymore.

An hour later, they boarded an international flight to Fusang Country.

Lin Xiaosu, making his debut in a foreign land.

Another hour passed, it was completely dark, and the plane landed at Si Dao Airport, already within Fusang Country.

The time was nine at night!

Lin Xiaosu stood at the airport exit, his eyes looking vacant and indifferent.

The first phase of Reverse Time activated.

He traced back to Huang Chengwang.

Last night, close to eleven o’clock, he set foot on the soil of Fusang Country, several black cars waited for him, Huang Chengwang got into one, there were a total of five cars, two in the front, two in the back, and he sat in the middle one.

He spoke a few words with a white-haired, brisk Fusang person sitting in the back. Judging from the movement of his lips, it was Fusang Language—this traitor can speak Fusang Language.

"Welcome Huang Sang, from darkness to light!" That was what the white-haired person said.

"The domestic situation is not good, I can only come to your country." That was Huang Chengwang’s reply.

Then, the car started...

Lin Xiaosu kept his left eye on Reverse Time, while his right eye returned to normal. He walked over to a cab and rapped on the window; fluent Fusang Language spilled out effortlessly.

Chang Ye felt a tremor in her heart, his Fusang Language was that fluent?

When did he learn that?

I recall from his file that from elementary to university, the foreign language he studied was English, yet his Fusang Language is so polished, on par with native Fusang university students...

Even the taxi driver mistook him for a local: "Sir, did you go abroad?"

"Mm, just made a trip to Daxia." Lin Xiaosu told Chang Ye to get in the car: "Just take this road..."

Following Lin Xiaosu’s directions, the driver left the airport and, of course, took the same road that Huang Chengwang had taken the night before...

Midway through the drive, he caught onto the core part of last night’s happenings.

Huang Chengwang opened a bag, inside was a glass container sealing a purple stone. The white-haired elder’s face was filled with excitement, promising to ensure Huang Chengwang’s safety.

He personally took Huang Chengwang to an island on the edge of Si Dao Island. Huang Chengwang was picked up by a boat and taken to the island, while the white-haired elder returned with the purple stone.

Lin Xiaosu spoke up: "Stop the car!"

Chang Ye paid for the ride; she hadn’t spoken the entire journey, only made the payment.

There was one reason for this—Lin Xiaosu indeed didn’t have any Fusang Currency on him.

The taxi drove away into the distance.

The sea breeze blew across the pitch-black night sky.

Up ahead, the small island’s lights twinkled in the dark.

"You’ve come all this way, have you caught any leads?" Chang Ye asked softly.

"Huang Chengwang is on that island." Lin Xiaosu said: "But that island isn’t ordinary, we need to first get a clear understanding of the military force layout on the island."

"In the darkness of night, it’s easy to be discovered." Chang Ye said: "We should find a hotel to stay in first."

This is the tip of intelligence spying.

In the imagination of most people, the night is a natural barrier; the best aid for spying intelligence is the night. However, it doesn’t apply to all situations.

For instance, in this foreign country, on this seemingly empty seaside, loitering around in the dead of night, anyone slightly sensitive would think these two people are not quite right.

Humans, are the best disguise. Wait until daylight when more people are around; everyone is watching the scenery and adding two more people wouldn’t be conspicuous.

At night, one should sleep if it’s time for sleep.

The two found a hotel, a seaside hotel that was not tall, merely a three-story building.

The pettiness of the Fusang people was evident in many aspects; the hotel looked small outside, even smaller inside. In the room, there was just a bathroom, a small viewing platform, and a double bed. Though it was a double bed, if someone were heavier and spread out more, sleeping two people on it might require certain overlaps...

For the two of them, the size of the bed was not a concern.

They could overlap as it was.

Their last bird-catching trip had already broken through some kind of boundary between them.

Chang Ye’s "rabbit", if it had any fur, would probably have been plucked bare by him by now, Chang Ye absolutely didn’t resist such disorderly plucking. In fact, this kind of plucking ranked first in her list of approved activities; it posed the least risk and highest comfort, convenient for home and travel.

Why is that?

It depends on her special nature.

Her lower parts currently are forbidden territory, closed off.

Her lips too carry quite a risk. frёeωebɳovel.com

Only plucking the rabbit is safe and controllable.

And so, he plucked...

As he plucked away, he found it hard to stop his hand...

Comrade little Se’s hand began to slide towards a certain place.

Chang Ye, formerly enjoying herself comfortably, tensed up completely at the sudden move: "What are you doing?"

"The spirit of science is in exploration!"

"Explore your head, are you seeking death..."

"I have to probe your boundaries to face your shackles directly, only by facing the shackles can we think of ways to lift them."

As a suffix to the quest for science, this argument seemed to hold some weight.

Chang Ye did have shackles.

If she couldn’t lift the shackles, she would face many inconveniences; her body’s toxins were a weapon against enemies, theoretically, the more terrifying the poison, the better.

But that’s a double-edged sword.

While causing maximum damage to the enemy, it poses a greater danger to comrades nearby, and to herself? Actually, there’s also immense danger.

At the moment, she seems to be functioning normally, as if the poison to her isn’t a threat.

But who knows if a fatal injury has already formed?

Who knows if the poison demon is lurking in some critical part of her body, already baring its fangs?

This is the scientific basis for Lin Xiaosu to deeply engage with her most toxic parts.

Chang Ye’s mind was in turmoil.

Scientific or not, she seemed to have ignored that in her heart.

She was just a little more emotional than rational.

So the principles started to retreat: "Set a bottom line, only fingers... oh right, and monitoring..."

She rose and inserted a needle into Lin Xiaosu’s arm.

Then, she watched the needle closely for any changes.

The needle suddenly turned bright red; Chang Ye was so tense, her body was taut as a bowstring.

What did this mean?

Those who knew, knew.

Time seemed to pass very slowly...

Finally, the color of the needle slowly changed...

It turned to a normal red.

Then, it turned yellow.

Chang Ye let out a long sigh of relief: "You little rascal, you scared me to death..."

In the following time, Chang Ye closed her eyes...

The tense mindset slowly faded, replaced by a sort of most mysterious feeling...

Finally, she trembled all over and clung to Lin Xiaosu, holding on very tightly: "That’s enough for today, we can’t go deeper, absolutely not! We’re in the middle of a mission..."

Lin Xiaosu stopped.

No matter how hard it was to stop, he probably could only stop.

Because what Chang Ye said was true, they were on a mission in a foreign country.

In case of a momentary impulse, doing something of great risk, it would be too much for this agent to fall in Fusang, failing before achieving success, even becoming a laughing stock for ages.

In the latter part of the night, both concentrated on gathering energy, trying their best to control.

This is a sequel of being playful.

The next day, they took separate actions, to spy on the enemy!

Chang Ye had already changed her outfit, dressed up like an ordinary professional woman and left the place. Before she left, she provided Lin Xiaosu with funds—Fusang Currency.

Lin Xiaosu stood in front of the bathroom mirror, quietly looking at his reflection...

The person in the mirror, looked quite handsome...

Then, a strange change occurred on his face...

Beneath the skin, it seemed that there was a flow of True Qi, and the skin rippled.

After the ripples, his appearance became completely different.

No one could have imagined such a spectacle.

Qianlong agents stepping out with Disguise Technique are a must-have skill, and nearly every Qianlong member is proficient in it, but their Disguise Techniques come in two types, one is technology, and the other is psychology.

What is the technology?

Three-dimensional printed silicone masks, electronic components to change the voice.

And psychology?

The face does not change, only attire, hairstyle, and gait, to form a completely different temperament, deceiving the visual perception of others and the comprehensive senses formed by it.

The last time Lin Xiaosu solved the 5.16 major case, he used a psychological Disguise Technique.

But today his Disguise Technique has transcended both scientific and psychological concepts, becoming something of metaphysics.

Because he was changing his appearance using True Qi.

Can True Qi be used to disguise?

In the past, Lin Xiaosu couldn’t do it, but now, he could, why?

Because something not of this world had been added to his True Qi.

What is it?

The Primordial Crystal of the Netherworld Nine-Transformation Beast!

What is the core foundation of the Netherworld Nine-Transformation Beast?

Transformation!

It is a very strange creature from the Otherworld, starting off as nothing but duckweed, seemingly not even an animal.

But give it enough nutrients, and it can become an insect.

From plant to animal, it completes a metamorphosis.

And then, it can transform into a White Snake.

And the White Snake can become the Crimson Bird...

What is the fifth transformation?

The "Sea Abyss Scripture" records it as a "Flying Weasel."

And what about the final ninth transformation?

The "Sea Abyss Scripture" does not record it, because even in the Ancient World, no one knows what its ultimate form is.

It starts as nothing, but with just five transformations, it spans from water to land, from land to the sky, and even after the fifth transformation, it enters the Legendary Level—the Flying Weasel. There are things in the world that fly, and there are weasels, but a weasel-like creature that flies seems unheard of, a notion no one has seen with their own eyes, and Lin Xiaosu, regrettably, couldn’t complete its fifth transformation before its premature end, so the premise to verify was lost, and in fact, Lin Xiaosu really dared not to verify.

He had prematurely ended the Netherworld Nine-Transformation Beast’s path of "Transformation."

But by crushing its Primordial Crystal, it seemed that some mysterious force had implanted the trait of "Transformation" into his True Qi.

To a certain extent, he now possessed the Divine Skills of "Transformation."

Lin Xiaosu left the hotel and headed toward the seashore; at this moment, he was completely another young man.

There were many tourists by the sea, some locals from Fusang, and some from Fusang’s capital, East Square City—the sea view here was world-famous.

There were even some from Daxia.

Although the two countries were sworn enemies, the surface peace of decades had given many people an illusion, and there was a fair amount of civil exchange.

Lin Xiaosu came to a local fisherman and struck up a conversation in fluent Fusang Language: "Uncle, are you local?"

"Yes! Where are you from, sir?"

"I came over from Beidao Island yesterday..."

After some exchanges, Lin Xiaosu learned a lot...

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