Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 75 - 67: The Show-Off Driver Who Secretly Took the Boss’s Ride? (Part 2)
The apprentices put lids on the bronze bottles, then sat down limply, smiling foolishly as they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very good, send it to the warehouse."
...
The five fox apprentices carried the bronze box, filled with freshly brewed hot potions, to the warehouse.
Upon entering the main gate, they first saw rows and rows of full cabinets and heaps of barrels filled with medicinal potions and bags of medicinal powders. Most of these were pesticides and fertilizers specially brewed by Fox Mountain, which weren’t very important.
As they walked deeper into the warehouse, they saw a jumble of miscellaneous items, piled high like a mountain. There were freshly unearthed Bronze Swords and Bronze Plates and Stone Slabs inscribed with documents. Even the Vengeance Sword was thrown here.
Continuing deeper into the warehouse, they saw rows of cabinets filled with all sorts of precious herbs or potions.
Going even further, at the innermost part of the warehouse, there was an inner palace room with a specially fitted vibrant red small door!
Inside the red door was the most dangerous potion stockpile of Fox Mountain, the munitions reserve of Fox Mountain.
At this point, the five fox apprentices couldn’t help but slow down their steps, cautiously pushed open the red door, placed the freshly brewed potions inside, quickly came back out, and closed the red door tightly.
Before leaving, they glanced at the red door, subconsciously straightened up, puffed out their chests, and walked with a bit of swagger.
The munitions reserve behind this red door was one of Fox Mountain’s sources of confidence, though they had never used it once so far.
...
A tranquil night.
In the living room, in front of the mirror.
Bai Mo dressed himself piece by piece in a brand-new suit.
Finally, he fastened the badge of the Immortal Technique Committee at his collar.
Looking in the mirror, "Really handsome."
This was a slightly formal pure black suit, solid and smooth to the touch, with delicate patterns visible under the light. Certainly not cheap!
If Bai Mo were to buy it himself, he definitely wouldn’t have.
But... this was a welfare gift from the Immortal Technique Committee, to be worn for the news conference at noon tomorrow!
Although Bai Mo had let others take the credit, as the most handsome expert consultant of the Committee, he still had a task for tomorrow... to go to the news conference site and raise the average attractiveness of everyone present.
Wearing the suit, Bai Mo sat on the sofa, opened his phone, and looked at the Immortal Discussion Forum.
He saw post after post, eagerly discussing the upcoming news conference.
[Hahahaha, the Immortal Technique Committee is going to conclude the victory of this event]
[Dark World, pure clowns]
[Just saving Zhang Yuan, is it worth holding a news conference? Haven’t eradicated the Dark World yet, right?]
[Why not worth it, they killed an assassin and even caught a Dark World underling]
[Actually, the Dark World is quite amusing, all thunder, no rain, like clowns]
All discussing this matter?
Bai Mo found it somewhat boring, returned to the homepage, and refreshed again.
Saw a live post in queue, apparently with many viewers, automatically bumped to the top by the system, and with a red hot tag added.
Bai Mo clicked in, seeing a newbie’s post, an account just registered.
[Really think the Immortal Technique Committee has won?]
[Really think they’re relaxed?]
[Really think they’ve started celebrating?]
[Enter the live broadcast!]
Oh?
What’s happening now?
Bai Mo clicked into the live stream.
Saw on the screen the vast night sky, hearing the howling of strong winds, seeing billowing clouds.
Where is this being broadcast from?
Why does it look like broadcasting from the sky?
The broadcaster’s voice was that of an adult man, with a loud wind noise in it.
"Hahahahaha, you really think the Immortal Technique Committee is ready to pop champagne?
"They’re nervous!"
The comments were full of mockery.
[Where’s this clown from?]
[Who do you think you are, saying this?]
[How’s the Immortal Technique Committee nervous? Can you elaborate?]
Some, like Bai Mo, were paying attention to the broadcast location.
[Where’s this being broadcast from?]
[Why does it look like it’s in the sky?]
The broadcaster saw these comments and laughed more heartily.
"Is everyone curious about my broadcast location?
"Then let me show you."
He turned the camera.
Facing upwards, revealing the vast night sky and a bright moon.
Facing downwards, showing the vast earth, with roads crisscrossing.
[Whoa, really broadcasting from the sky?]
[Special effects?]
[How’d the broadcaster do this?]
[Broadcasting from a plane?]
[Where could a plane have such a wide view, an open-top plane?]
This broadcaster was accommodating, immediately filming his vehicle.
He showed his jeans, sitting on a square stool.
The camera turned, showing a broader view, revealing a gigantic head and massive wings to the viewers...
The audience began guessing.
[Whoa, it’s an eagle, saw its head]
[This eagle’s as big as a passenger plane?]
They guessed right...
Turns out, this broadcaster sat on a stool. And beneath the stool was a gigantic eagle!
The massive eagle soared through the night sky, its nearly hundred-meter-long body like a small passenger plane!
Its wings sliced through the night wind!
Its head shattered the flowing clouds!
The broadcaster turned the camera again, capturing his stubbly face with a wide grin, with the wind disheveling his hair, wrinkling his face. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Bai Mo’s eyes widened, suddenly realizing from behind the broadcaster’s shoulders, there was a Bronze Tower on the eagle’s back, carried through the night sky, the fierce wind, the flowing clouds!
A Bronze Tower carried by the giant eagle, gliding through the night sky?
What exactly is this?
Bai Mo, watching the live broadcast, suddenly understood... Could it be, this giant eagle was the Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s means of transportation? The ride of the Ancient Immortals?
He understood in a flash!
This broadcaster, a middle-aged man, was sitting behind the giant eagle’s neck, on a small stool, not in the Bronze Tower carried by the eagle. Why? Because he didn’t want to?
No!
Because the small stool behind the giant eagle’s neck was the driver’s seat, the coachman’s seat.
And the Bronze Tower carried by the giant eagle was the seat for the real owner!
The audience in the live stream was utterly amazed.
[Whoa, a big shot!]
[Sorry, big shot, I spoke too loudly]
[What is this? The Beast Taming Path? This is real beast taming!]
[Could this be the true big shot of the Dark World?]
[Could this be the true big shot of Giant Food Mountain?]
[Not mutually exclusive, the big shot of Giant Food Mountain is the founder of the Dark World too]
[Whoa, Sequence Eight, big shot?]
This broadcaster confidently aimed the camera at his own face, showing his stubbly face to each viewer. He wasn’t afraid, instead smiling, nodding at each comment.
Suddenly, a comment flashed rapidly by.
[Why are you sitting in the driver’s seat? The driver sneakily driving the leader’s car to show off?]
Bai Mo saw the comment and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The middle-aged man on the screen seemed to have seen it too, his face momentarily stiffened, but quickly returned to normal.
Bai Mo speculated, this comment likely hit the nail on the head... Though, the real owner of the giant eagle might have died millions of years ago. Although this middle-aged man might be the Sequence Eight of the Beast Taming Path, in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, this middle-aged man would indeed be just a driver!
The live stream’s popularity was surging!
More and more viewers flooding in!
[Whoa, heard there’s a big shot streaming, we’re here to open our eyes]
[What’s this? In the sky?]
[There’s a Bronze Tower behind the broadcaster? Is it a Bronze Tower?]
[What’s this broadcaster trying to do? Just showing off face?]
The middle-aged man saw this comment and replied.
"Coming up so high is not just to show off.
"It’s very cold, you know!
"I came here to let you see the Immortal Technique Committee.
"See if they’re really that relaxed."
The middle-aged man turned the camera...
And below the night sky, beneath the giant eagle, amidst the flowing clouds, a plane was cutting through the wind.
