Liu Dashao took a deep breath and looked at all of us, saying, “Our mission this time has no specific goal other than to stop those Americans from stealing our ancient relics. Additionally, we were to find the ruins of Guge and complete our national mission. In fact, we’ve already achieved our goal—at least that’s how I see it.”
Liu Dashao took a deep breath, looked at all of us, and said, “Our mission this time has no specific goal, only to stop those Americans from plundering our ancient sites, and to search for the remains of Guge, fulfilling the nation’s task. In fact, we have already achieved our purpose, at least I think so.”
Suddenly, Jia Zhuangyuan burst into a fit of wild laughter, then abruptly stopped, looked at the bewildered crowd, and slowly said, “Young Liu, ‘The Ninety-Nine Heavens’ is a legend. According to the legend, ‘The Ninety-Nine Heavens’ is the final destination to unravel all mysteries. The map we obtained at the Yellow Spring also indicates this fact. My intuition tells me that without reaching ‘The Ninety-Nine Heavens,’ nothing is truly over, and we cannot return to the surface.”
As he spoke, his eyes turned icy cold, especially when he uttered the last sentence word by word, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.
Liu Dashao pondered Jia Zhuangyuan’s words, recalling all the trials they had faced. Suddenly, he began to understand Jia Zhuangyuan’s point. This eerie place would not let them leave so easily. Remembering what Clayman Zhang had once said, Liu Dashao increasingly felt that everything had a cause and effect. They had been driven here by fate, and all the mysteries and secrets of this place had to be fully unraveled before they could leave alive.
So, he also slowly said, “I understand. Our journey here has been fraught with hardships and dangers. Even if we turn back now, I fear we cannot return. No one knows if the places we’ve passed through remain the same. Everything is a cycle of cause and effect. If we don’t uncover the final mystery, I’m afraid we truly cannot leave this place.”
At that moment, everyone noticed that Fan Debiao, who had been facing the crowd and the palace door, was acting strangely, staring at the entrance of the Wuji Dao Repository, seemingly oblivious to Liu Dashao’s words.
Liu Dashao immediately sensed something was wrong and turned sharply to look at the palace door. Several figures were slowly entering the hall, led by the American doctor James, followed by several burly men dressed in special forces attire.
As they entered the hall, James still wore a hypocritical smile, greeting everyone with a Chinese-style fist-and-palm salute, saying, “Everyone, we meet again.”
Jia Zhuangyuan sneered first, “Americans, last time we spared your lives and let you go, yet you didn’t leave. You dared to follow us here. Do you think this place has good feng shui, and you want to end your miserable lives here, making it your tomb?”
James, unperturbed, still smiled and waved his hand, saying, “The renowned Elder Jia, you are mistaken. Last time we lost to you, do you really think we were no match? We just wanted you to be our vanguard, to scout the way for us. The detector was also intentionally left behind for you to find. The purpose was simple: when you found the treasure, we would appear. As the ancient Chinese saying goes, ‘The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.'”
His words shocked everyone. James was indeed sinister.
James continued, “Now that the treasure has appeared, as the ancient Chinese saying goes, ‘The victor becomes the king, the loser the bandit.’ Let’s have a final showdown between us. As for the treasure, of course, it belongs to the virtuous.”
Jia Zhuangyuan retorted, “The virtuous? With that useless pig of a psychic you have?”
James laughed heartily, then pointed to two special forces members who had quietly approached him, saying, “Let these two gentlemen introduce themselves.”
A burly special forces member stepped forward, removed his helmet, and a cascade of black hair spilled down onto his shoulders. He gently wiped his face with his right hand, and as his hand slowly lowered, everyone was stunned. His face had transformed into a delicate woman’s features, with peach-like cheeks, almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and cherry lips.
Then, he smiled at the crowd before him, and his body began to twist like a snake. As he twisted, his body slowly changed, and eerie moans escaped from his crimson lips, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.
When his body finally stopped twisting, his figure had become slender and graceful. The special forces uniform hung loosely and awkwardly on him. He slowly unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a layer of pink, translucent gauze that faintly showed his body. In an instant, he had transformed from a burly man into a completely feminine figure.
Now, she gently parted her red lips, revealing a row of white teeth, and smiled, “I am Yuko Ogura, a Japanese-American. Please take care of me.”
Everyone exchanged glances, not expecting that among these special forces members was a master of Japanese ninjutsu. What about the other person?
The other person, with dark skin and dressed in camouflage, stepped forward, let out a roar, and with a forceful movement of his arms, his outer clothing suddenly tore apart, revealing skin as rugged as stone. He also removed his hat and spoke fluently, “Everyone, my name is Hatton. I am a Zimbabwean Shona, an American citizen, what you call an African. I spent seven years in China and deeply admire ancient Chinese culture.”
At this point, James, maintaining his usual smile, said to us, “Yuko Ogura is the top ninja of the Iga-ryu in Japan. Hatton is a native Zimbabwean and the top disciple of the country’s foremost sorcery master.”
Jia Zhuangyuan sneered, “So, it’s a Japanese and an African. It seems you Americans have no one capable enough to face the mystical Chinese Taoism, so you shamelessly lure so-called talents from other countries and races to serve you. American, let me tell you the truth: your group is just a motley crew. When faced with Chinese Taoism, you are nothing.” As he spoke, he extended his right pinky finger, provocatively pointing at James. Then, he glanced at everyone. Seeing his look, the crowd laughed in unison, showing their disdain for James and his companions.
James’s face changed slightly, but he was a cunning old fox. He forced a smile and said, “The United States of America respects human rights the most. We welcome talents from any race or country to come to America and join our development. Therefore, I don’t think this means America lacks talent. The current international situation speaks for itself: America is the strongest, while China is just a developing country.”
Before Jia Zhuangyuan could respond, Liu Dashao snorted coldly, “America only became what it is today by profiting from World War II, a fortune built on ill-gotten gains, leading to today’s hegemony. Unfortunately, every city is a stark contrast of wealth and poverty, a coexistence of heaven and hell. Look at those slums; that’s what you Americans call human rights.” James chuckled, his expression turning grim, “No time for nonsense. Yuko Ogura and Hatton will send you to heaven to meet Jesus.”
Fan Debiao raised his gun and shouted sharply, “Go to hell, American. Jesus is your god. Since you’re in such a hurry to meet him, let us send you there quickly.”
As he spoke, his eyes looked extremely cold, especially when he said the last sentence word by word, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.
Liu Dashao pondered Jia Zhuangyuan’s words and recalled the entire journey so far. Suddenly, he began to understand. This strange place wouldn’t easily let everyone go. Thinking back to what Ni Ren Zhang had once said, Liu Dashao increasingly felt that everything happened for a reason. The people gathered here had come for a reason, and only by unraveling every mystery and secret of this place could they survive and leave.
Thus, he slowly added, “I understand now. The road we’ve traveled has been full of hardships and dangers. Even if we turned back now, I’m afraid we wouldn’t make it. No one knows whether the places we’ve passed through are still the same. Everything must have a cause and effect. If we don’t reveal the final mystery, I fear none of us will be able to leave this place alive.”
At that moment, everyone noticed that Fan Debiao, who had been facing the group and the hall entrance, was staring oddly at the entrance of Wuji Daozang, seemingly not paying attention to Liu Dashao’s words.
Immediately sensing something wrong, Liu Dashao quickly turned his head to look at the hall entrance. Several figures were slowly walking into the grand hall. Leading them was still the American doctor, James, followed by several large men dressed in tactical gear.
As the group entered the hall, James maintained his usual insincere smile, performing a traditional Chinese fist-and-palm greeting as he said, “Gentlemen, we meet again.”
Jia Zhuangyuan immediately scoffed coldly, “Yankee, we spared your lives last time and let you leave, but you didn’t take the hint. You dared to follow us all the way here. Are you trying to find a nice burial spot here in this place?”
Liu Dashao took a deep breath, looked at all of us, and said, “Our mission this time has no specific goal, only to prevent those Americans from plundering our ancient relics, and to search for the remains of Guge, completing the national task. In fact, we have already achieved our goal, at least that’s what I think.”
Suddenly, Jia Zhuangyuan burst into a fit of wild laughter, then abruptly stopped, looked at the bewildered crowd, and slowly said, “Young Liu, ‘The Ninety-Nine Heavens’ is a legend. According to the legend, ‘The Ninety-Nine Heavens’ is the final destination to unravel all mysteries. The map we obtained at the Yellow Spring also indicates this fact. My intuition tells me that without reaching ‘The Ninety-Nine Heavens,’ nothing is truly over, and we cannot return to the surface.”
As he spoke, his eyes were icy cold, especially when he uttered the last sentence word by word, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.
Liu Dashao pondered Jia Zhuangyuan’s words, recalling all the trials they had faced, and suddenly understood. This eerie place wouldn’t let them leave so easily. Remembering what Clayman Zhang had once said, Liu Dashao increasingly felt that everything happens for a reason. They were destined to come here, and all the mysteries and secrets of this place must be fully unraveled before they could leave alive.
So, he also slowly said, “I understand. Our journey here has been fraught with hardships and dangers. Even if we turn back now, I fear we can’t return. No one knows if the places we’ve passed remain the same. Everything is a cycle of cause and effect. If we don’t uncover the final mystery, I’m afraid we truly won’t be able to leave this place.”
At that moment, everyone noticed that Fan Debiao, who had been facing the crowd and the temple door, was staring strangely at the entrance of the Wuji Dao Repository, seemingly oblivious to Liu Dashao’s words.
Liu Dashao immediately sensed something was wrong and turned sharply to look at the temple door. Several figures were slowly entering the hall, led by the American doctor James, followed by a few burly men dressed in special forces attire.
As they entered the hall, James still wore his hypocritical smile, greeted everyone with a Chinese-style fist salute, and said, “Everyone, we meet again.”
Jia Zhuangyuan snorted coldly and said, “Americans, last time we spared your lives and let you go, yet you didn’t leave and dared to follow us here. Do you think this place has good feng shui and want to end your miserable lives here, making it your tomb?”
James, unperturbed, still smiled and waved his hand, saying, “The renowned Elder Jia is mistaken. Last time we lost to you, do you really think we were no match? We merely wanted you to be our vanguard, to scout the way for us. The detector was intentionally left for you to find. The purpose was simple: once you found the treasure, we would appear. As the ancient Chinese saying goes, ‘The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.'”
His words shocked everyone; James was indeed cunning.
James continued, “Now that the treasure has appeared, as the ancient Chinese saying goes, ‘The winner is king, the loser is a bandit.’ Let’s settle this once and for all. The treasure, of course, belongs to the virtuous.”
Jia Zhuangyuan retorted, “The virtuous? With that useless psychic pig of yours?”
James laughed heartily, then pointed to two special forces members who had quietly approached him and said, “Let these two gentlemen introduce themselves.”
A burly special forces member stepped forward, removed his helmet, and a cascade of black hair spilled down his shoulders. He gently wiped his right hand across his face, and as his hand slowly lowered, everyone was stunned. His face had transformed into a delicate woman’s features, with peach-like cheeks, almond eyes, willow brows, and cherry lips.
Then, he smiled at the crowd before him, and his body began to twist like a snake. As he twisted, his body slowly changed, and eerie moans escaped his crimson lips, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.
When his body finally stopped twisting, his figure had become slender and graceful, the special forces uniform now loose and ill-fitting. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a pink, translucent undergarment that hinted at his body. In an instant, he had transformed from a burly man into a completely feminine figure.
She then softly opened her lips, revealing a row of white teeth, and smiled, “I am Yuko Ogura, a Japanese-American. Please take care of me.”
Everyone exchanged glances, surprised that among these special forces members was a master of Japanese ninjutsu. What about the other person?
The other man, with dark skin and dressed in camouflage, also stepped forward, let out a roar, and with a forceful movement, his outer clothing tore apart, revealing skin that looked like stone. He removed his hat and said fluently, “Everyone, my name is Hatton. I am a Zimbabwean-American of the Shona tribe, what you might call an African. I spent seven years in China and have a deep appreciation for ancient Chinese culture.”
James, maintaining his usual smile, said to us, “Yuko Ogura is the top ninja of the Iga-ryu school in Japan. Hatton is a native Zimbabwean and the top disciple of the country’s foremost sorcery master.”
Jia Zhuangyuan sneered, “So, a Japanese and an African. It seems you Americans have no one capable enough to face the mystical Chinese Daoist arts, so you shamelessly lure so-called talents from other countries and races to serve you. Americans, let me tell you the truth: your group is just a motley crew. When faced with Chinese Daoist arts, you’re nothing.” As he spoke, he extended his right pinky finger, provocatively pointing at James. Then, he glanced at everyone, and seeing his look, the crowd laughed in unison, showing their disdain for James and his companions.
James’s face changed color, but being a cunning old fox, he forced a smile and said, “The United States of America respects human rights the most. We welcome talents from any race or country to join America’s development. So, I don’t think this means America lacks talent. The current international situation speaks for itself: America is the strongest, while China is merely a developing country.”
Before Jia Zhuangyuan could respond, Liu Dashao snorted coldly and said, “America only became what it is today by profiting from World War II, amassing wealth through unrighteous means to establish its hegemony. Unfortunately, every city is a stark contrast of heaven and hell, with slums that showcase your so-called human rights.”
James chuckled, his expression turning grim, “No time for nonsense. Yuko Ogura and Hatton will send you to heaven to meet Jesus.”
Fan Debiao raised his gun and shouted, “Screw you, Americans! Jesus is your god. Since you’re in such a hurry to meet him, let us send you there quickly.”
His words shocked everyone, revealing James’s sinister nature.
James continued, “Now that the treasures have appeared, there’s an old Chinese saying: the victor becomes king, and the loser becomes the bandit. Let’s settle this once and for all. Of course, the treasures should belong to those with virtue.”
Jia Zhuangyuan retorted, “Virtue? You think your useless mutant pig qualifies?”
James burst into laughter and pointed to two men in tactical gear who had silently approached his side, saying, “Let these two gentlemen introduce themselves to you.”
One tall, muscular commando stepped forward, removed his helmet, and a cascade of long, jet-black hair poured down his shoulders. Then, he gently ran his right hand across his face. As his hand slowly lowered, we were all stunned. His face had transformed into the delicate features of a woman—her face resembled blooming peach blossoms, with almond-shaped eyes, willow-like eyebrows, and a small, cherry-red mouth.
She smiled slightly at the group before her, and then her body began to twist in a snake-like manner. As she twisted, her body slowly changed, emitting eerie groans from her crimson lips, making everyone shudder.
When her body finally stopped moving, her figure had become slender and graceful. The tactical gear hung loosely on her now. Slowly, she unbuttoned her top to reveal a pink, translucent undershirt, almost see-through, hinting at her body beneath. In an instant, she had transformed from a rugged, muscular man into a completely feminine figure.
She then gently parted her lips, revealing a set of white teeth as she smiled, saying, “I am Xiaocang Youzi, a Japanese national with American citizenship. Please treat me kindly.”
Everyone exchanged astonished glances, shocked to find that among these commandos was a master of Japanese ninja techniques. Who would the other person be?
The other figure, a man with dark skin and clad in camouflage, stepped forward. With a loud roar, he tore off his outer clothing, revealing skin that resembled jagged stone. He removed his hat and spoke fluently, “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Hatton. I am a Shona from Zimbabwe, what you would call an African. I lived in China for seven years and deeply appreciate Chinese ancient culture.”
At this point, James, still wearing his usual smug smile, said to us, “Xiaocang Youzi is the top ninja from the Koga school in Japan, while Hatton is a native Zimbabwean and the first disciple of that country’s greatest witch doctor.”
Jia Zhuangyuan sneered, “So it’s Japanese and Africans. It seems you Americans don’t have any capable figures to counter the wonders of Chinese Daoist techniques, so you shamelessly lure in so-called experts from other countries and races, using all kinds of temptations to serve your purposes. Let me tell you straight, these people are nothing but a ragtag bunch. Against Chinese Daoist arts, you’re just this.” As he spoke, he extended his right pinky finger, pointing it mockingly at James. Then, exchanging a knowing glance with the group, everyone burst into hearty laughter in perfect unison, showing their contempt for James and his companions.
James’s expression darkened slightly, but being a cunning old fox, he still managed a smile as he said, “The United States of America respects human rights the most. We welcome talents of any race and any nationality to come to America and contribute to its development. Therefore, I don’t think this means America lacks talent. The current international situation proves everything—America is the strongest, while China is merely a developing country.”
Before Jia Zhuangyuan could speak, Liu Dashao coldly snorted, “America only became powerful by profiting from the unjust gains of World War II, establishing its hegemony through ill-gotten wealth. Unfortunately, every American city is a stark contrast between wealth and poverty, a coexistence of heaven and hell. Look at those slums—that’s your so-called human rights.”
Fan Debiao raised his gun and shouted, “Go to hell, you American bastard! Jesus is your god. If you’re so eager to meet him, let us help you get there faster!”
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