Chapter 91: Bane Of Demons And Gods
Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disbelief. "Really? Is that how we're talking now?" Should he have been expected to be shot dead for things to seem 'normal'?
While Chen Mingtu dabbed dicine on his forehead wound, he sighed, "What I ant was that your actions were too conspicuous. Taking bullets like that will, no doubt, spark questions."
Laying out the bullets from his pocket, Wang Xuan turned to Qing Mu, "Find
three bulletproof vests and a similar firearm. We need to recreate the scene."
Qing Mu nodded thoughtfully. "That could be a plausible explanation." Instead of revisiting the harrowing event, he would present evidence: a vest marked by bullets and a bullet held as proof.
As Wang Xuan suited up, he ntioned, "The downpour tonight has washed away all traces of blood. I've collected every piece of evidence, especially my nails. There's nothing left behind."
But Chen Mingtu remained pensive. "It's a temporary cover, but be ready for a deeper probe."
He planned to travel to the capital in the next couple of days. While Qing Mu would be tasked with presenting his 'injured' body to the authorities for recovery, Chen Mingtu's true purpose would be clandestine etings with influential figures.
"Wang Xiao" would shadow Chen Mingtu, staying away from external prying eyes. Wang Xuan's genuine identity would, for the ti being, be detached from the swirling chaos around. It was evident that Chen Mingtu's trip was about forging deeper alliances and ensuring future collaboration. Wang Xuan, with genuine concern, advised, "Be vigilant, Old Chen. It's a treacherous path ahead." While he might have managed to sidestep this crisis, Chen Mingtu's freedom seed to be on the line.
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Chen Mingtu gestured dismissively, indicating that there was no need for further fuss. He was well-aware of the situation's gravity but felt he had it under control.
"Make your choice, Wang Xuan. Head to the new star or reunite with the female practitioner in the Greater Khingan Range," he suggested.
With a hint of irony, Wang Xuan replied, "Why would I journey to the Greater Khingan Range? I'd rather find solace in a tranquil Taoist temple, keeping the company of the sword fairy."
After a brief pause, Chen Mingtu advised, "Venture into deep space. I'll see to the arrangents." He then warned Wang Xuan about the transient nature of secrets and emphasized the urgency of honing his skills.
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As the rain lightened, Qing Mu led a security patrol, reassuring everyone of the present calm. He stressed they had inford the authorities, ensuring the community's safety. Yet, many remained dubious. Call the authorities? They had seen firsthand how Qing Mu's group, ard with energy cannons and ch suits, had managed everything on their own.
Wang Xuan tily made his presence, joining Qing Mu on the rounds. Several individuals braved the drizzle, eager to gauge his condition post the recent events. Old Wu approached, greeting Wang Xuan warmly. Given the Wu family's pressing need for an adept in Old Arts and with Chen Mingtu's imminent 'departure', their hopes were now pinned on Wang Xuan.
Wu Yin approached, her eyes filled with concern as they landed on Wang Xuan's hand, the blood seeping through the gauze. Without hesitation, she called upon the family's trusted physician to attend to the injury. Wang Xuan sighed inwardly, bracing himself against the sting as the gauze was removed, revealing his raw, injured fingers underneath. He had chosen to reveal his injuries for a reason. He wanted to dispel any doubt about their severity, and simultaneously, display the bulletproof vest he wore.
"Give him so space!" Old Wu admonished the crowd that had gathered too close, her voice edged with frustration. Their intent was evident: they were scrutinizing Wang Xuan, trying to gauge if he had mastered the fabled Golden Body technique. As the physician treated the injury, the severity beca clear to all, with so even catching a glimpse of the exposed bone.
"What about your gunshot injury? Have that looked at as well," a voice called out, trying to confirm Wang Xuan's true state.
"I'm alright. I had on... three layers of bulletproof vests!" Wang Xuan replied, slightly lifting his shirt to reveal the outer vest, marked by a clear bullet impact.
The onlookers were taken aback. Three layers? They marveled at Wang Xuan's extre caution.
"Disperse, and let the doctor work in peace. Honestly, what's with all of you?" Old Wu said, her tone sharp with disapproval. She motioned for them to leave. With a final reminder to Wang Xuan to get ample rest, Old Wu turned away. Her elegant form receded gracefully into the night, each step accentuated by her high heels.
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As Wang Xuan made his way back to his residence, he spotted Zhong Cheng getting an earful from his sister. Yet, upon seeing Wang Xuan, Zhong Cheng had the audacity to wink and even smirk.
"What's his deal?" Wang Xuan muttered to himself, unimpressed. Without another thought, he reached out and flicked Zhong Cheng on the back of his head. To be in that pathetic state and still cheekily wink at him? Wang Xuan ntally noted to give him a piece of his mind when the opportunity arose.
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The next morning, the manor was abuzz with activity as everyone awoke early. Their primary concern was to check if Old Chen had "departed." To everyone's surprise, he appeared hale and hearty. Speechless, they all decided they couldn't keep waiting any longer and chose to leave the manor for the day.
Then, attention shifted to the news, searching for any reports regarding the previous night's incidents. Word had spread that besides the intense battle at the manor, there was a spaceship crash on the outskirts of town. The guests at the manor, representatives of various organizations and including so tycoons, were privy to inside information. Many had received updates early in the morning.
A sense of foreboding grew amongst the crowd. Sothing significant had occurred.
"Following the city's thunderstorm warning, a spaceship still took off and was unfortunately struck by lightning..."
"Breaking news from our on-site reporter: A model 'F' spaceship, disregarding the thunderstorm warnings, was tragically hit by lightning. The crash site was located on the outskirts of An City. Currently, no survivors have been found."
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The assembly was awash with shock. Despite Old Chen's precarious health, his influence in An City remained indomitable. The manner in which those from the New Arts faction t their end was tragic and spoke volus. Rumors circulated that Qing Mu had tracked the ship's location the night before. It seed apparent: Qing Mu had been behind the calamitous strike. Should a detailed investigation ensue, satellite surveillance could potentially unravel the true sequence of events.
"It's understandable," one attendee noted. "With Chen Yongjie nearing his end, and the provocations from the New Arts faction, Qing Mu's retaliation, albeit drastic, makes sense."
Many expressed sympathy for Qing Mu, casting a critical eye towards the aggressors from the New Arts faction. However, a distinguished gentleman from the financial elite observed, "Many witness the outco, few discern the root." He steered clear of the buzz, focusing on his imminent departure. His confidential sources hinted at the possibility that the leading figure of the New Arts faction was among the casualties. Such a revelation would have profound implications.
By morning, as guests prepared to leave, the undercurrent of whispered secrets beca palpable.
"The head of the New Arts faction might be gone?!"
"Qing Mu's audacity is comndable. With a single blast, he exacted revenge. Old Chen, no doubt, found solace in this act of retribution. He can finally rest."
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Early in the morning, Wang Xuan was summoned to Chen Mingtu's sickroom, where Old Chen was ticulously sharpening a fractured pale sword with his own dark blade.
"This sword is exceptional," Old Chen remarked, genuinely impressed. "When energized by super-materials, it's nearly as resilient as my black blade. It would effortlessly cleave through armor." When the golden-haired elder had depleted a significant amount of his super-materials during their confrontation, this sword had beco inferior to the black one and was broken by Old Chen. The remnants were now in his possession.
"Last night, you combated the super-material armor barehanded, nearly eting your end. Had you had a formidable weapon, it wouldn't have been so challenging," Old Chen inford Wang Xuan. He intended to lt down this silvery extraordinary blade and forge a weapon that Wang Xuan would find suitable. Such material was rare, imbued with mystical properties.
With a resonant clang, he attempted to segnt the pale sword further, using his black blade. His intention was to alter its original form so that no one could recognize it as the renowned weapon of the leading figure from the New Arts faction. The idea appealed to Wang Xuan. Had he had a celestial blade the previous night, he wouldn't have experienced those perilous "24 seconds of near-death
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