Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 461 - 261: Flower Vase, Forged!

The sky was filled with stars and the moon, the night was vast, and cold winds howled.

In a simply lit canteen, Tian Xinghuo lay on the table, his eyes tightly shut, face pale like gold paper, barely clinging to life. Blood occasionally seeped from the corners of his mouth, soaking the table surface.

A group of people were nearby, some sitting, some standing, with faces pale or pacing back and forth, all very nervous, yet no one dared to touch Tian Xinghuo.

Feng En Di nestled in his mother’s arms, his voice quivering.

"Mom, is this brother going to die?"

Madam Feng quickly covered her son’s mouth.

Feng Kaishan paced back and forth, occasionally peering through a hole in the wall to look at the sky outside.

He took out his phone and sent a voice message.

"This expert, Tian Xinghuo, looks in bad shape!

Please hasten the rescue!"

There was no reply from the phone.

Just as he was about to urge again, several red dots appeared in the sky, slowly enlarging, they were the signal lights of helicopters!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Amidst the increasingly loud wind, two helicopters landed.

Professor Zhang, Zhang Shan, and more than a dozen Immortal Technique Committee members jumped out of the helicopters, hurriedly rushed into the canteen, nodded greetings to Feng Kaishan and the others, and then rushed into the canteen to check Tian Xinghuo’s injuries.

Professor Zhang felt for Tian Xinghuo’s pulse, and his Divine Sense spread out to examine his body.

From top to bottom, from outside to inside, he examined thoroughly, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"False alarm.

He’s fine.

The attack by the West State Boss was not intended to kill.

The Ancient Immortal behind Tian Xinghuo is also helping him adjust his body, heal wounds, and sort out his qi and blood.

Not only is he okay, but he even turned misfortune into a blessing."

Professor Zhang took out a bottle of mineral water from his portable medical kit, helped Tian Xinghuo rinse his mouth, and then took out a bottle of green medicinal soup, pouring it into Tian Xinghuo’s mouth.

Accompanying Professor Zhang were also materials department staff, who were hastily collecting materials in the canteen to preserve the battlefield evidence.

Zhang Shan and a few Immortal Technique Committee members comforted the women and children present, then had nothing to do, and gathered around Tian Xinghuo, waiting while watching the commotion.

"Expert Tian Xinghuo, unlucky this time huh?"

"Held hostage by an Ancient Immortal, caught in unwarranted disaster!"

Just then, Tian Xinghuo, lying on the table, coughed twice and opened his eyes.

"My left ear has an extra cochlea..."

Professor Zhang quickly sent out his Divine Sense again to investigate, and indeed found another overlapping cochlea deep in Tian Xinghuo’s ear, beside the original cochlea.

"This..."

In his mind came the laughter of Qing Lu Ancient Immortal.

"It’s a good thing!

"His master was willing to pay the price to help him form this ’Perceptual Blood Snail’, he should thank his master."

Beside him, Zhang Shan, the small river beside his deep eyes flowing slowly, Round Stone Ancient Immortal was looking outside.

Upon hearing this sentence, he immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, that woman Black Sparrow wanted to keep it all to herself, but ended up with nothing. Didn’t get the Primordial Immortal Qi, instead wasted another bucket of Immortal Qi on this worthless disciple."

Round Stone Ancient Immortal was beside a fat King of Darkness, also looking at the river reflection, seeing Zhang Shan’s vision in the river.

He twitched his lips.

"Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal is lucky in this respect, a bucket of Immortal Qi, at least left in the disciple’s head.

"On the other side..."

In the dream, Round Stone Ancient Immortal, King of Darkness, and various other Ancient Immortals, outside the dream Professor Zhang, Zhang Shan, and various Immortal Technique Committee members, confirmed that Tian Xinghuo was unharmed, then turned their gaze to the foul-smelling dining table.

Seeing the table spattered with red blood, white bones, and yellow brains, staining the table full of dumplings and stews.

Beside the table sat four headless corpses, some wearing suits, some wearing aprons.

Tian Xinghuo struggled to sit up.

"These people are all from Sequence Seven.

"Hidden disciples of Ancient Immortals in society!

"There is a company boss, a real estate agent, a fish seller, and a construction supervisor."

Professor Zhang and the Immortal Technique Committee members remained silent.

How many Immortal Technique Masters are hidden in society?

When will they make a move?

What harm will they bring to society?

To what extent has the Ancient Immortals infiltrated society?

If just these four went berserk in the city, what damage would they cause?

Thankfully, they came out to provoke the West State Boss, and now they are all dead!

In Zhang Shan’s mind, the King of Darkness suddenly frowned.

"These people... with Primordial Immortal Qi, still can’t defeat that guy?"

Ancient Immortal pouted.

"What nonsense, they have masters and Primordial Immortal Qi.

"That guy also has a master, also has Primordial Immortal Qi!"

The King of Darkness smiled sheepishly and asked.

"Is it possible that he is actually... the Celestial Palace Inheritor? Heir of the Flowing Fire Emperor?"

Ancient Immortal shook his head.

"Impossible."

Impossible?

It seems to fit perfectly!

Round Stone Ancient Immortal explained briefly.

"The Celestial Palace Inheritor doesn’t necessarily exist... even if they do, there will be enough, good resources for them to develop along the way.

"The Celestial Palace Inheritor doesn’t need to risk their life, just stay low.

"Hide during the day, go crazy in the dream at night, cultivate like mad, level up like mad, that’s enough.

"Look at the West State’s genius Alchemist, no matter how strong he is, he still wants resources from the real world.

"Remember, anyone willing to take any risk is definitely not the Celestial Palace Inheritor."

The King of Darkness nodded slowly, remembering these words.

He asked again.

"This West State Boss, does he want to include West Ridge under his control as well? Mark it as his exclusive territory?

"Is he taking too much control? Should we find him and get rid of him completely?"