Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 603: The Same Kind of People (Seeking Subscription)

Bailang, who was kicked to the ground, felt his blood surge instantly. As a member of a noble lineage, he had never been so humiliated. He sprang up from the ground like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, ready to counterattack. But one look into Pei Yan's eyes, filled with rage, reminded him of Pei Yan's power and current status. This evil fire was extinguished in an instant. He took a deep breath, forced a smile, and consoled, "Mr. Shitang, calm down, calm down! I know this is something hard for you to accept at the moment..."

"Accept your damn ass!" Pei Yan was about to step forward and give another kick, but Hu Wenjun and Wang Wenze, who couldn't stand it any longer, held him back and pleaded, "Calm down! Calm down! Let's listen to what they have to say."

"Why should I calm down! Damn it, I came here to help you fight the Disaster Legion, and you give me a dad! Get the hell out! He dares to take advantage of me, he doesn't deserve it!" Pei Yan, completely throwing away the image he had painstakingly built, pointed at the noses of the Demon Race members in front of him and cursed.

Pei Yan's excessive words obviously triggered the dissatisfaction of the Demon Race. Samikina, who was at a loss whether to laugh or cry before, now had a sullen expression. But considering the intricate relationships involved, he had no choice but to shake his head helplessly and turn to the Holy City envoy Xila to see her reaction before making a decision.

"This turned out to be quite the show." Xila observed the farce coldly, propped her hand on her forehead, and mockingly said, "My dear brother! Whether you accept this identity or not, now that things have gone so far, there must be a result. Even in adversity, the honor of our race is not to be trampled on and kneaded at will."

As she said this, she gently raised her jade arm to interrupt Pei Yan, who wanted to speak, and continued, "You have your grievances and principles, and we have our difficulties. Arguing won't solve the problem. Let your people disperse first. Let's find a place to talk alone. Don't you want to know about my background?"

Hearing what this madwoman said, Pei Yan's mind churned, he calmed his rage and nodded, then turned back to Elder Lin and said, "Elder Lin, I'll go talk to her."

"Alright, don't disengage from combat mode, always stay alert, and be cautious. If anything goes wrong, signal us immediately." Elder Lin instructed gravely.

"Got it!" Pei Yan agreed and was about to leave when Pei Jin stepped out from the crowd, grabbed his arm, pulled him to the side, and murmured in a common tongue, "No matter what she says, don't believe it. Your dad and I were outside the hospital hallway when you were born. She's just..."

"Oh, sis! Don't worry, I'm not an idiot. Don't you think I know our family situation? I won't listen to her nonsense!" Pei Yan said, half laughing at his sister's apprehensive look.

"Alright, just make sure to be safe."

In the severely damaged ruins, he picked and chose from whatever still intact tables and chairs, set them before Xila, making a gesture for her to sit, then casually sat across from her, crossing his legs, and calmly said, "Speak! What do you really mean?"

"In terms of blood, we have no connection." Xila looked at the dust-covered chair and frowned, but eventually she sat down, speaking slowly.

"Tell me something I don't know." Pei Yan tapped his helmet, revealing an impatient expression.

"Essentially, we are the same type of people." After saying this, Xila noticed the doubt in Pei Yan's eyes, she extended her hand, and a ball of black qi representing the power of death emerged. She sensed the disdain from Pei Yan's right eye, which contained six types of power, and Xila smiled slightly. With a flip of her wrist, the power of death faded away, replaced instead by the power of life. In Pei Yan's increasingly surprised expression, two more powers of yin and yang appeared in succession. The four powers, forming a sphere of energy, rotated back and forth in her hand, radiant and dazzling, captivating all eyes.

"Now you should understand how thrilled and eager I was to fight you once I knew of your existence, right?"

Seeing this, Pei Yan couldn't help but recall when Lin Junzhao talked to him about each world exchanging essence fragments and choosing two candidates as test subjects—he and his sister were Lin Junzhao's candidates. The person before him, who controlled the power of four planes and could directly mention Lin Junzhao's name, her identity was thus self-evident.

Thinking of this, Pei Yan scratched his head and leaned back, but the chair creaked under the weight of his mechanical body, forcing him to adjust his posture as he chuckled wryly, "So are you the body or the companion?"

"Neither." Xila shook her head and said, "My father doesn't care for such things as a body. He was, you could say, the first to choose to possess a being of this plane and leave offspring. He's not very concerned about that. If we had to position our existence, it would be as inheritors—those my father chose for his future grand ambitions."

"Oh! So what about the one inside me? Was that also told to you by your good father?"

Xila retracted the four elemental auras in her palm, smoothed her hair, and laughed lightly, "The moment he saw you use the combat lightball, he already guessed your identity. When the situation of the Snow Peak Ridge battle was presented to him, he was even more certain that the master is currently trapped inside you. Otherwise, your soul could never bear such an expansion of power."

Pei Yan nodded, knowing such matters couldn't be concealed from those intent on knowing, so he spread his hands and straightforwardly asked, "Then tell me your purpose for coming today, and what's the deal with this illegitimate child business."

"Haven't you figured it out already? To boost the morale of our race and make future cooperation between the two races more convenient, arranging such an identity for you is more than suitable."

Pei Yan remained unimpressed and said, "Why is that any of my business? For your own face and benefit, you make me suffer repeatedly. There's no reasoning like this in the world."

Hearing this, Xila's lips curled with disdain, "In the end, isn't it just that the offered bargaining chip isn't high enough? Alright then, before formal negotiations, you should communicate with the one inside you and return what you owe my father. Back then, there was an agreement that each original form would exchange fragments. But because of the Disaster Legion incident in the Hell Plane, my father had to pull back his clone from the Keystone Plane. Now that you've enjoyed the benefits brought by the fragments he left behind, and what we are owed hasn't been delivered."

Pei Yan knit his brows and after remaining silent for a while, finally said, "She agreed, and she'll deliver the two promised fragments to you when she's free."

"Only two? Mr. Shitang, oh! I should call you Pei Yan. You've scrabbled much more than this number of fragments from my people, haven't you?"

After hearing this, Pei Yan leaned forward and gazed into Xila's beautiful pale-golden eyes, smiling, "Your father initially left only two pieces. Surely you know what those two fragments signify, don't you?"