1560: Chapter 1553: Mysterious Organization 1560: Chapter 1553: Mysterious Organization “So, everything we encountered today actually had warning signs back when we were in Fengyu?” Cheng Ziang asked hesitantly.
“That ans the Wuyun Sect is indeed a frontline intelligence agency,” Hu Daoke said with a shocked expression.
“Dongliang Yu planned for us to reach Kyushu in about a month.
Once we enter Kyushu, we will be within their sphere of influence, and whatever we do will be monitored,” Tangmo analyzed with his head lowered.
“So, what should we do, should we retreat?” Hu Daoke asked worriedly.
“Retreat my ass,” Cheng Ziang said irritably, “I absolutely won’t go back before I find my gun.
Whoever stole my stuff, I will make them pay.”
“Your stuff, you find it yourself, and we’ll settle accounts later,” Luo’er said indifferently.
“Understood…” Cheng Ziang bit his lip and lowered his head as he spoke.
“Judging from the current situation, this organization doesn’t seem to harbor any ill will.
While we proceed with caution, we need to observe them more,” Baiyue said.
“No ill will?
They’ve sent people to kill us,” Hu Daoke retorted.
“In fact, those two guys weren’t even cultivators.
If I were from this organization, I’d send a much stronger assassin to deal with you,” Baiyue said, glancing at him.
“Perhaps they misjudged our combat strength,” Hu Daoke suggested, spreading his hands.
“That’s possible, but I’d rather believe that they were just testing our strength.
Those two were nothing but a delivery of heads,” Baiyue said.
“Those two guys were no ordinary people,” Cheng Ziang contemplated and said, “I took a punch to the stomach from one of them, and it almost made my insides shiver.”
“Are you alright then?” Baiyue asked with concern.
“I’m fine, Liseya checked on , and she thinks there’s no problem,” Cheng Ziang shook his head and said.
“Liseya is not a professional doctor after all, I will take a look at you later,” Baiyue said with a slight frown.
“In any case, starting today, try not to go out if it’s not necessary.
Even if you must go out, it’s best to move in a group of four and avoid going off on our own,” Tangmo warned after a pause.
“Shouldn’t we strengthen our defenses for the boss too?” Hu Daoke asked worriedly.
“Big guy, do you not trust my strength?” Upon hearing this, Fulajie’er instantly disappeared from Tangmo’s palm and then suddenly appeared in front of Hu Daoke, hands on her hips and glaring at him huffily as she questioned.
“Ah, well, you are more of a support after all,” Hu Daoke said.
“Why do you all intentionally or unintentionally overlook ?” Tangmo said, shaking his head lightly, “Don’t forget, your Sister Moumou is a high-ranking Mage.
As long as it’s in the Otherworld, a Mage is the most formidable combat force.”
“Mainly because Sister Moumou hasn’t really used magic.
It seems like since we entered the Otherworld, we’ve mostly relied on guns and swords,” Hu Daoke said, scratching his head.
“Not using doesn’t an I can’t.
Besides,” Tangmo rolled his eyes and continued, “your Saints are no pushovers either.
Don’t forget they are also distinguished graduates of Haiya Academy and not sothing small fish and shrimps can deal with.”
“I’ve been well behind the scenes for so long, but it’s you guys who should be more careful,” Luo’er remarked calmly.
“Speaking of which, I’ve always had a question,” Cheng Ziang seed to rember sothing and said with a furrowed brow.
“What’s the question?” Baiyue turned and asked him.
“Do you think Luzun Hong and Xihe could be part of this organization?
If so, how do we define their identity?
Are they officials appointed by the Imperial Court, or mbers of this mysterious organization?” Cheng Ziang asked several questions in succession.
“Indeed,” Baiyue nodded and said, “We had just arrived in Kyushu when Xihe sent people to greet us.
That’s definitely no coincidence.”
“Does that an Xihe might be one of the people from this organization?” Hu Daoke asked.
“Perhaps Luzun Hong is the sa,” Baiyue analyzed.
“Luzun Hong is from a powerful family in Tong State.
How could he even join such an organization?” As this thought crossed his mind, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but feel a tingling on his scalp.
“There’s also this possibility,” Tangmo suddenly spoke up, “both of them might have been following instructions from above, and that doesn’t necessarily an they’re mbers of the organization.”
“Superiors?”
“The Governor or Governor-General of Hua State,” said Tangmo.
“If even the provincial governor is a mber of this organization, how terrifying must this organization be…” Hu Daoke exclaid in shock.
Tangmo didn’t continue the conversation.
Instead, she lowered her head and fell into deep thought, reviewing all the interactions the Advance Team had had with the people of Kyushu since arriving in the East Continent, gradually forming so vague impressions in her mind.
“I think I have a lead, but we still need more evidence to confirm it, so I can’t disclose it just yet.
Please allow to think it over more when I return,” Tangmo mused.
Hearing her words, Cheng Ziang paused and instinctively began to reflect on their previous encounters.
After so thought, he seed to have found the reason too.
Cheng Ziang rembered the commander known as Xuan, who was not interested in fighting against the Demon Clan and was focused on sabotaging his own allies, leading to over a thousand generals being trapped and eventually retreating in defeat.
At that ti, the Advance Team had analyzed Xuan’s description and believed that there were two major forces in Kyushu, the Cultivators and non-Cultivators, each with their own spokesman in the Imperial Court.
If this conjecture was confird, it ant that the troubles encountered by the Advance Team were far from ordinary; they were caught between the stand-off of the two major factions.
Recalling what Tangmo had ntioned about the Wuyun Sect’s dramatic change in attitude after Fulajie’er showed her miraculous powers, Cheng Ziang analyzed that the Advance Team, as a group with formidable strength, could potentially disrupt the delicate balance of the stand-off between the two major factions in Kyushu, thereby triggering a chain reaction.
If this conclusion is also confird, it would an that for the Advance Team in Kyushu, their presence is both a blessing and a threat.
Both factions would try to woo the powerful force of the Advance Team for their own use, and both would also attempt to eliminate the Advance Team, this unstable elent, to ensure the balance of the standoff.
Upon this consideration, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but sigh deeply, then shook his head and lanted, “It seems we have encountered so quite troubleso issues.”
Taking a deep breath and without waiting for others to question, he proactively turned to Luo’er behind the barrier and asked, “Saint, we once said that we would not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, right?”
“Yes,” Luo’er nodded lightly.
“Then I know what we should do,” Cheng Ziang said, feeling relieved.
“Wow, are we going back?” Hu Daoke asked curiously.
“No, we’re not going back,” said Cheng Ziang, “our objective is clear, to urge the Dongsheng Empire to abandon its military invasion of West Outer Heaven.
That is the main purpose of our trip.”
After a pause, he continued, “But apart from this objective, we should restrain our power, not beco chess pieces for others, and just be peaceful observers.”
“What do you an?” Hu Daoke asked, puzzled.
“To put it plainly, from today onwards, we use our power for ourselves alone, and in principle, we do not exert force on the outside world unless it concerns our own safety,” Cheng Ziang said.
“I still don’t quite get it,” said Hu Daoke.
“Just rember, in Kyushu, no matter what others want us to do, we simply refuse,” Cheng Ziang explained patiently.
“But is this okay?
After all, we can still live in such a place and eat for free every day,” Hu Daoke said uneasily.
“We can eat and sleep outdoors, or we can spend money to enjoy ourselves.
But we must never lend our strength to others,” Cheng Ziang said.
“But in that case, wouldn’t our Saint…” Hu Daoke looked towards Luo’er, hesitating.
“Alas,” Cheng Ziang sighed and shook his head, “a Saint is a practitioner, and according to the setting, he should be accustod to living outdoors and eating rough.
At least that’s what the script says.
Rember, that’s the Saint, not a Prince.”
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