The “Extreme Path” members originally thought Xuanwu would join forces with Baihu on the spot, but unexpectedly Xuanwu flew out and rapidly departed while chasing several members of the “Cat” team.

“Brother Eleven!!”

“Suspension” Wu Thirteen, who looked to be about fifty years old, shouted “Brother” at the young Luo Shiyi while running frantically. The scene was somewhat bizarre.

“Speak!!”

“Is this really fucking right, Brother Eleven?! A completely black-skinned Xuanwu is chasing us?!”

“Stop fucking talking nonsense!” Luo Shiyi also shouted. “If we encountered her before, we’d die. Now if we encounter her, it’s even worse! Run first!”

“Can our tactics work?!” Wu Thirteen asked. “What about Xuanwu’s back and eyes?! Son of a bitch… where are her weak points?!”

Luo Shiyi’s expression was naturally extremely grave. Just moments ago, he’d been laughing that the “Extreme Path’s” first phase of the mission was already showing casualties, and now they were being chased by a disheveled cosmos.

The situation had instantly become absurd to the extreme.

While running, Luo Shiyi turned his head back to glance at Xuanwu, only to discover that Xuanwu was using “Leap” consecutively, rapidly closing the distance between them.

Each “Leap” allowed her to instantly advance several dozen meters, and her long hair would be instantly straightened by the tremendous speed.

This scene made Luo Shiyi’s hair stand on end.

“Brother Eleven!” Wu Thirteen called out again. “Son of a bitch… we seem to have gotten separated from Sister Jiu and the others!”

“We need to report Xuanwu’s position to them. Take action first!” Luo Shiyi said. “Twelve, proceed according to plan. Nobody dies!”

After hearing this, “Displacement” Ma Twelve nodded, then stopped running and turned back to shout loudly at Xuanwu: “Hey, Xuanwu, do you want to die?!”

“We want to kill you. Give us a chance!” Ma Twelve said again.

“Kill me…” Xuanwu paused. “Good, very good. Come kill me…”

After hearing this, Ma Twelve immediately pulled out a slender rod from his pocket. After pulling open the ring on one end, he used “Displacement” to send it flying toward Xuanwu. Xuanwu still didn’t dodge, allowing the thing to lodge in her shoulder.

After a few seconds, bright red thick smoke sprayed out from the rod—clearly a marking flare.

That bright red smoke rapidly ascended into the sky in just a few short seconds.

Xuanwu only turned her head to look at her shoulder and didn’t react otherwise.

“Brother Eleven! The mark is on!” Ma Twelve turned and ran, chasing after Luo Shiyi as he spoke.

“Sister Liu!” Luo Shiyi called out with his head down. “Have everyone confirm positions!! The plan seems to be fucking getting on track!”

“Tch!” Zhou Liu’s “Transmission” quickly sounded. “Is it really ‘getting on track’? That Xuanwu doesn’t seem quite right to me!”

“At this point, even if it’s not right, it has to be right!” Luo Shiyi said. “The ‘Extreme Path’ side has encountered big trouble. It’s normal for us to have a small accident too, right?!”

“Tch!” After hearing this, Zhou Liu had no other options. “I’ll have the people standing by nearby rendezvous with you first! Remember to provoke Xuanwu first, otherwise you’ll die very quickly.”

“Already provoked her! You hurry up!” Luo Shiyi shouted, then continued running forward desperately.

The several of them could say that if they encountered the previous Xuanwu, they wouldn’t be so panicked. They could just provoke her with a few words and lead Xuanwu to the ambush location. But the Xuanwu before their eyes could even swallow an entire tree into her body.

What exactly was she now?

“‘Extreme Path’… let’s all pray for our own good fortune,” Luo Shiyi murmured.

…

Qin Dingdong stood panting at the entrance of a classroom in the “Heaven’s Mouth” school, trying hard to calm her emotions.

She didn’t know what this broken organization was doing. A large group of people had left early in the morning, then another batch left just now. Now the entire “Heaven’s Mouth” was almost completely empty—barely a living person could be seen.

She pondered at the entrance for a while, then pushed open the door with an impatient expression.

Wei Yang was leaning back in a chair inside, looking at the sky with great interest.

Hearing an unusual sound at the entrance, he turned his head to look at Qin Dingdong, then broke into a smile: “Oh, isn’t this my beloved disciple…?”

“You…” Qin Dingdong’s expression darkened. “I even went around the ‘Farm’ in a big circle… only to discover you weren’t at the ‘Farm’ at all, but at ‘Heaven’s Mouth’… What are you up to?”

“Oh?” Wei Yang raised an eyebrow casually, then stared into Qin Dingdong’s eyes for a moment. “When ‘Celestial Snake Time’ arrived, I wanted to go find your senior brother to ask a question. Unfortunately, his wings have hardened now and he doesn’t recognize me anymore. He only told me that ‘Heaven’s Mouth’ has enough resources for me to establish a new ‘Farm,’ so I simply came over.”

“Qi Xia…?” Qin Dingdong paused. “You’re certain this place is better than the ‘Farm’?”

“Who knows if your senior brother is deceiving his own master? In any case, I can’t see through those eyes.”

“He never considered you his ‘master’ in the first place, right? You’re the one who thought you appreciated talent and wanted to take him as a disciple. Unfortunately, he was stronger than you from the start.”

“What a seedling suited to become a con artist.” Wei Yang said with a face full of regret. “Such a pity. What a pity that such a good seedling entered the proper path.”

“You…” Qin Dingdong shook her head, momentarily unsure how to speak.

The corners of Wei Yang’s mouth lifted as he once again looked into Qin Dingdong’s eyes: “What… you’re even more anxious than me?”

“How can I not be anxious…” Qin Dingdong said. “Didn’t you hear that tremendous sound from the sky just now?”

“I can even hear the sound in your heart… how could I not hear that person’s voice?” Wei Yang slowly lifted his head and smiled with dry, pale lips. “It’s an old friend… it’s ‘Celestial Bull.'”

“So you can still sit still?” Qin Dingdong said. “Old Wei, you told me before… someone asked you to find a method to control the ‘Natives’ and to lead those ‘Natives’ into the battle at the critical moment… isn’t this that moment?”

“Unfortunately.” Wei Yang shook his head. “I’ve read the hearts of the ‘Natives’ for too long, and I’ve become like them.”

“So… you’re not going?” Qin Dingdong asked again.

“I’m still considering it.” Wei Yang said with a grave expression. “Over these years I’ve heard too many songs in the hearts of the ‘Natives,’ and even I have become somewhat immersed in them.”

“Immersed…?”

“What they sing in their hearts are all ‘Obsessions.'” Wei Yang smiled bitterly. “I’ve planted all the ‘Obsessions’ in the ground and watered them with fresh blood, but the ‘Obsessions’ in their hearts will never dissipate. Countless ‘Obsessions’ have echoed and become… Now I’m supposed to use these ‘Obsessions’ to make them continue being weapons… Though I’m a con artist, I’m not a beast.”

Wei Yang turned his head to look at Qin Dingdong again, his turbid eyes flickering: “Life is already hard enough, isn’t it?”

After hearing this, Qin Dingdong blinked, then let out a deep sigh. She opened her mouth wanting to say something, but felt that if she didn’t speak, Wei Yang should be able to hear it anyway. So she shook her head and turned to leave the room.