How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 108: Blood Trace Blue Demon

However, Chang Ye was not Xinyue after all. After his mind got heated for a moment, he still decided to take the most conventional approach. He activated the Dragon Eye and told the old man who appeared within it with a very calm voice, "Godfather, the S-class mission has been successfully completed. Furthermore, we’ve also completed an SS-class mission!"

That old man was the Qianlong Head!

His eyelid twitched violently, "SS-class mission... Did you get the Purple Magic Stone?"

His voice suddenly rose, the usually unflappable demeanor in the face of tumbling Mount Tai showing a trace of excitement...

"Yes..." Chang Ye briefly reported the situation.

The old man’s cloudy face cleared up instantly: "Good! Good! Good! You don’t need to go to 101, come directly to headquarters, immediately!"

"Yes!"

The car sped off towards the South Sea and then turned north...

To the Qianlong Headquarters.

Extremely special.

In the eyes of the world, the most mysterious Qianlong Base of contemporary Daxia is thought to be hidden deep underground.

However, only those above the rank of Qianlong Gold Medal knew that their headquarters was like a paradise on earth.

Apart from dozens of caves with their own universe inside, the majority of the headquarters was filled with green mountains and clear waters, truly a beautiful landscape.

A small river flowed down the mountain, and in this peak summer season, it was still lined with a flourish of blossoms.

Petals fluttered down and followed the current, while willows on the bank swayed gently, resembling the misty Jiangnan region.

The difference from the Jiangnan outside is that the people here are extraordinary, more like an Immortal World.

Someone jumped off a cliff without causing any surprise.

Someone rose from the water in flight without causing any surprise.

Someone opened fire and bullets bounced off their bodies with no surprise...

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Downstream of the river, there were a few small wooden houses.

In one of these houses, a platform made of maple boards extended into the turbulent river, with an ancient willow tree breaking through the platform, shading the area underneath.

On a small tea table were a few fallen petals, and two young men and women sat beside the table, savoring tea.

The male was dressed in a casual T-shirt, pale yellow trousers, with distinctive eyebrows, as sharp as swords and slanting towards the Heavenly Window, a pair of eyes clear as autumn water, a straight nose bridge, and the only flaw on his entire face was probably the scar on his forehead – a bright red wound.

Although this scar slightly damaged his good looks, it was this very scar that sublimated his scholarly temperament.

Giving him a noble bearing.

The female wore a dress, the color of the sky in its blue.

She was like the tender willows of spring, fragile yet filled with endless vitality.

The most conspicuous feature about her was her hair and eyebrows – both were tinged with a faint blue.

These two young people, seemingly just carefree tea appreciators by the river, would send shivers down the spine of anyone from the Nine Headed Snake organization if their names were mentioned.

Because the male was known as "Blood Trace," and the female as "Blue Enchantress."

"Have you been paying attention to a certain piece of news? With our level of clearance, we can check it through system Y4’s entrance!" The Blue Enchantress, also known simply as "Blue Demon," narrowed her eyes, which seemed to be a light blue as well.

"Is this the topic you specifically came over to talk about? The just-completed SS-class mission in Fusang?" Blood Trace said.

"You’ve already taken notice of it!"

Blood Trace sighed softly, "Agent 65 died for his country. He was a comrade who had been on seven missions with me; how could I not pay attention?"

"Agent 65’s sacrifice is indeed sad, but this newly emerged newcomer is quite shocking!"

"It’s rare to see someone astonish you, Blue Demon," Blood Trace said with a light smile. "May I ask what’s so surprising?"

"I’m renowned for my ’transformations’ all over the world, and of course, what shocks me the most is the Disguise Technique!" the Blue Demon said. "He might have developed a kind of Disguise Technique that’s unheard of."

"Oh?" Blood Trace was surprised.

The Blue Demon explained, "You probably don’t know, but the Royal Research Institute of Fusang Country has just launched the ’Ghost Eye System.’ Its recognition capability is not less than the ’Divine Eye System’ at Qianlong Headquarters! All the existing Disguise Techniques cannot escape this system’s discernment between the fake and the real, yet he, impersonating Huang Chengwang, managed to bypass the Ghost Eye System."

"Within Qianlong, probably only you could pass through the Ghost Eye System without hindrance, so, do you suspect he has the same genetic capabilities as you?"

"No! The records show he’s not one of the Genetic People! So now I have a question for you, as a legendary figure in Ancient Martial, do you think there’s a secret Disguise Technique in the realm of Ancient Martial?" the Blue Demon inquired.

Blood Trace exhaled lightly: "Ancient Martial arts are profound and vast, and when developed to the extreme, anything legendary is possible. Although I don’t possess this technique, I certainly wouldn’t dare say that others can’t."

The Blue Demon gave a light smile: "That’s a pointless question, then! Let’s talk about the other shocking aspect... Actually, Bai Shui is also quite shocked."

Bai Shui?

Blood Trace was slightly startled: "Bai Shui’s planning skills are unparalleled in the world, so it should be the planning aspect that’s shocked him."

"Exactly!" said the Blue Demon. "This external party’s entire planning scheme was cunning and profound, anticipating both the opponent’s moves and their mentality, striking when they must save, taking into account what the enemy would consider. Once the first step was initiated, the subsequent moves were inescapable, leading to an inevitable success. Even Bai Shui has nothing but praise for this planning... You wouldn’t believe it, but there’s another person who’s shocked as well."

"Who?"

"Jing Lei!"

The moment the words "Jing Lei" were uttered, Blood Trace’s face changed...

The Blue Demon’s complexion also seemed a bit off.

Perhaps this was the charm of Jing Lei; as soon as his name was mentioned, it formed the greatest deterrence, making even the most nonchalant people lose color.

Blood Trace let out a light breath: "What exactly about Jing Lei is shocking? You better not tell me that his combat strength is enough to move Jing Lei."

"Even if his combat strength was ten times stronger, he couldn’t make Jing Lei bat an eye. To you and me, his combat strength is merely at a primary level. However, there is something that even Jing Lei cannot do, that he has achieved!"

"What?"

"When he returned with the Purple magic Stone, the enemy initiated ’Spirit Mirror surveillance’. The entire Si Dao island activated at least ten Spirit Mirrors, and the airport deployed at least two Spirit Mirrors. Theoretically, the Purple magic Stone cannot be hidden; he should have been caught at the airport, but he managed to return to Jiangcheng with the Purple magic Stone unnoticed by the Spirit Mirrors."

Blood Trace’s complexion changed dramatically: "Spirit Mirror surveillance! Are you certain... the information is accurate?"

"Completely certain!" the Blue Demon said, "There is accurate intelligence; our long-sought ’White clothed King’ arrived at Zezhuo Island ten minutes after their mission was completed, taking with him ten Spirit Mirrors and launching the Black Dragon Society and Royal Research Institute to set an inescapable trap."

"White clothed King!" The blood-colored scar on Blood Trace’s forehead suddenly shone brightly, turning into a glistening blood-red saber.

Clearly, this name also stimulated him profoundly.

"Spirit Mirrors, specifically made for surveilling Otherworld energy, possess the ultimate monitoring capability for Otherworld energy aura. For the Spirit Mirrors, the Purple magic Stone—a source of energy that cannot be locked—is like a bright candle in the dark of night; theoretically flawless. How, exactly, did he evade detection?"

Blood Trace’s gaze slowly lowered: "What do the research department people say?"

"The research department has concluded that existing scientific methods cannot block the energy transmission of the Purple magic Stone. Therefore, the high echelons suspect... it’s the work of ’that’ power!"

That power!

Which one?

Blood Trace took a quiet breath, offering an answer: "Kun Cang!"

The Blue Demon replied, "Yes, Qianlong is based on science, Kun Cang on mysticism. They are nominally the two Great Protectors of Daxia, but in reality, Kun Cang is a mishmash of both good and bad elements, abiding by their own rules, ignoring worldly laws, and their actions are becoming increasingly unorthodox..."

Kun Cang is a mysterious term.

And a mysterious force.

It possesses an incredibly ancient heritage, one not visible to the public.

But its people walk the earth.

Some walk the path of righteousness, others the path of wickedness.

For instance, that White clothed King mentioned earlier, some suspect he has roots in Kun Cang.

"Lin Xiaosu, could he... possibly be connected to Kun Cang roots?" Blood Trace furrowed his brows slightly.

The Blue Demon spoke: "Judging by his growth trajectory, there are no traces of Kun Cang. However, his methods defy the realm of science, inevitably leading to further speculation."

"Is this... is this the real reason the jury rejected his entry into the ranks of Qianlong?"

Qianlong is a place with strict rules.

While Kun Cang is lawless.

If someone from Kun Cang were to enter Qianlong, the consequences would be unpredictable; no one knows what their motives are, no one knows if they are aligned with good or evil.

Thus, Qianlong and Kun Cang remaining independent of each other is the only logical choice.

The Blue Demon pondered for a long time: "I would actually prefer that to be the reason, but it might not necessarily be so... Have you noticed, in recent years, the alarmingly high casualty rate among our brothers carrying out missions abroad?"

Her implication was clear; the jury’s refusal to accept Lin Xiaosu into Qianlong might be due to another reason - there could be a mole within Qianlong, hindering the true potential talents from smoothly becoming the sharp swords of Qianlong!

Blood Trace’s demeanor became as still as water, and the conversation did not continue, falling into a deadly silence.

Because this topic couldn’t be delved into any deeper.

For a Qianlong Warrior, to die on the battlefield or in a Foreign Country is their destined fate; there’s nothing to complain about. But indeed, in recent years, the casualty rate has been unusually high.

Many plans that were originally going smoothly encountered inexplicable problems at critical junctures, leading to heavy losses.

They suspected there was a mole within, but who knew who the mole was?

Without concrete evidence, one cannot analyze rashly or suspect without basis; once turmoil starts within, Qianlong’s combat capability would be greatly diminished. In the current complex situation, and with such a harsh external environment, should Qianlong fall into disarray, the consequences would be unthinkable...

Jiangcheng, scorching summer heat.

This place is the furnace of the central region, and in this season, it’s truly unbearable.

Thankfully, it’s the modern society, an era daring enough to challenge even the heavens. Nothing is unchangeable.

Inside the big shopping malls, it’s very cool.

Inside the movie theaters, it’s very cool.

Ding Ruoshui took Lin Xiaosu and sat in the car, enjoying the cool air, entered shopping malls for the cool, went into teahouses for the breeze...

After all, she declared that she would foot the bill for all expenses.

The two conspired together, conning pocket money from her mother.

While their motives can be deemed either commendable or not, the activities they indulged in were quite classy. Despite constantly claiming to be poor, her account balance clearly had seven digits (before the decimal point).

When Lin Xiaosu pointed to her account and asked if she knew what ’poor’ meant, can you guess how she responded?

She said: "I feel poor when my account balance drops below eight digits."

This is a matter of defining poverty and wealth; the skies for the poor and the rich are different, so are the standards for poverty and wealth, just worlds apart.

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