Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 569 - 553: The Best Business Card Is...

The moment the artillery rained down, the entire world turned a fiery orange.

The old man’s withered arm clamped onto Feng Yuhuai like an iron vice, using her as a human shield. But it didn’t help him live even three more seconds.

Yet Feng Yuhuai survived once again against all odds.

Feng Yuhuai’s consciousness shattered in the explosion, then gradually cleared during the fall.

Her body was blown to pieces, spinning as it fell from the sky, landing precisely in a crater made by the artillery, exposing an abandoned sewer at the bottom.

Flesh and bone fragments trickled into the darkness below.

Immediately, countless scarlet threads surged out from the remains like living creatures, weaving, intertwining, and reorganizing... In the blink of an eye, a brand-new body reformed and took shape.

Feng Yuhuai caressed her unharmed arm, a deranged smile curling on her lips:

"Indeed... Destiny has once again favored me; even the artillery guides my way!"

The firepower net that could kill the old man couldn’t kill her; the old man who could kill her was killed by the firepower net—it’s quite curious!

Artillery shattered the fist,

The fist smashed the Evil Sacrifice,

Yet the Evil Sacrifice was reborn in the artillery?

Feng Yuhuai seemed to grasp something, realizing that martial arts, technology, and the Evil Sacrifice seemed to have a mutually restraining cyclical relationship.

Yet Feng Yuhuai wasn’t sure; she lacked systematic understanding of all this and had no teacher to guide her, only able to explore and comprehend on her own.

These fragmented insights were like a blind person touching an elephant in the dark; she didn’t know if she had understood correctly.

She shook her head, looking around with an expression difficult to decipher:

"Another sewer, could it be that I’m destined to have something to do with sewers?"

Suddenly, Feng Yuhuai thrust her fingertip into her right eye socket, and with a squelching sound, gouged out an intact eyeball.

The optic nerves stretched out like kite strings, slowly extending in the air.

As the eyeball rose above the ground, it caught the moment the old man’s chest burst into a blood bloom, collapsing straight ahead.

"Grandpa~"

She suddenly flashed a sweet smile, lightly flicking her finger.

A nearly invisible red line shot out from her fingertips, piercing through the rubble at the edge of the crater like a snake, accurately penetrating the bruise on the old man’s forehead.

"Time to go home."

Her forefinger elegantly drew a circle, and the red line suddenly tightened.

Although grandpa didn’t want her and almost killed her, Feng Yuhuai bore the blame with virtue, refusing to give up, still determined to reunite with him.

She really, I’m crying to death.

The old man’s body suddenly twitched, then darted across the ground like a lizard.

Puh puh puh puh!

A hail of bullets swept from behind, avoided without him needing to look back, then swiftly slid back toward a nearby hole.

When alive, he couldn’t look back.

Reanimated, he could run backward recklessly because his granddaughter’s eyes watched the "mini map" for him.

Along with grandpa’s return, there were a few other family members pieced back together, Ge Qingming among them, though their arms or legs were not original.

But it didn’t matter, as long as the head was original.

Feng Yuhuai counted and found that her once bustling "family" was now reduced to just five or six.

Her nose stung, and tears pattered down, but at the sight of the newly added "grandpa," she couldn’t help but smile through her tears.

"Not a loss..."

She muttered as she wiped her tears,

"Trading dozens of ordinary family members for a premium grandpa, that’s a deal worth making."

From this moment on, Feng Yuhuai silently raised her standard for "family."

She gently stroked the old man’s blue-gray cheek, her face full of filial piety:

"In a family, quality matters more than quantity!"

Unfortunately, the new "grandpa" was not yet of much use; the Human Puppet’s body required precise "familial modification" to unleash terrifying power from before death.

And now was clearly not the best time for a "parent-child activity"—first, they had to escape!

Though the firepower net on the ground couldn’t kill Feng Yuhuai, she had no intention of confronting it head-on.

Technology is too terrifying, our advantage in the Evil Sacrifice does not lie in direct confrontation.

Whether the Evil Sacrifice could confront technology was uncertain, but Feng Yuhuai felt that for herself, or rather for the Puppet Mother, it probably wasn’t possible.

Puppet Mother: "..."

On the ground, the artillery gradually subsided.

Inside the command vehicle, Zhou Jian frowned deeply, sneering repeatedly:

"Interesting, daring to steal corpses in front of me? Send a few people, drag those rats underground out for me."

He kicked violently against the side of the vehicle, his roar causing the communicator to buzz:

"There are still accomplices of Destiny on the run. Spread out the whole team! Turn this broken town upside down, I want to see every corner cleaned spotless."

The armored vehicle’s hydraulic door hissed open, fully armed Investigation Corps soldiers surged out like a tide.

They spread into tactical formations across the ruins, each pair of electronic goggles glowing scarlet in the dark.

Meanwhile, several special warriors leaped into the underground wells.

Their vector propulsors glowed a ghostly blue beneath their feet, speeding towards the direction Feng Yuhuai fled...

"Cease resistance, die immediately!"

The loudspeaker atop the armored vehicle endlessly cycled this order, plunging the entire Transfer Town into a coldness unheated even by artillery.

Zhou Jian glanced at the communications officer, and the deputy’s electronic eye instantly caught the signal, immediately ordering:

"You go too."

The communications officer quickly removed his headset, grabbed his rifle, and rushed out of the command vehicle.

"Such a fool!"

As the bulletproof door closed, the communications officer heard the deputy’s sneer.

Turning back to Zhou Jian, the deputy immediately adopted a fawning tone:

"Captain, don’t be angry, mainly because last time the camp was attacked by Destiny, we lost a third of our old comrades. This batch of newly recruited rookies haven’t had time to complete their ideological education."

Zhou Jian frowned and waved his hand with a grunt:

"I really don’t understand why they’re not allowed to implant loyalty chips in soldiers, but the kids in Upper City have chips implanted in their brains from birth. Ideological education isn’t as simple and reliable as ideological stamping, it’s just..."

The deputy dared not touch on this sensitive topic, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, hastily changing the subject:

"But still, congratulations to the captain for clearing another Destiny hideout, earning another great merit; the Corps Commander will surely be proud of you."

Zhou Jian smiled faintly:

"My father? Hehe—honestly, whether there’s any merit is beside the point; what’s important is, clearing this Transfer Town means that for the next half a year, the goods smuggled out through the Hidden Sect can at least rise by thirty percent in price."

The deputy feigned a sudden realization, giving the captain a vigorous thumbs-up, which earned a hearty laugh from Zhou Jian.

The Investigation Corps was stationed at the Hidden Sect, living off the world behind the Hidden Sect.

Likewise, there were ruins behind the Hidden Sect, though different from ancient ruins, they were still called ruins, and the forbidden creations unearthed from beneath the ground were similar in function by seven or eightfold.

So, behind the cleansing was merely normal commercial competition!

Bullets were the best business cards!

Suddenly, the screeching sound of brakes tore through the smoke!

A taxi veered diagonally and skidded to a halt at the edge of the crater. As the car door was violently kicked open, a figure cloaked in darkness stepped out.

The mechanized firepower on the armored vehicle and the surrounding soldiers all raised their guns simultaneously, aiming in unison.

"What is that? Stop!"

Zhou Jian’s pupils constricted, the deputy grasped the microphone urgently, his voice almost cracking...