Chapter 141: Hidden Currents! The Heavenly Fate Cult

Due to the presence of Magic Cave No. 7, Shun'an City's economic development ranks second only to Guiyang, the capital of Guizhou Province.

The city center of Shun'an is also filled with skyscrapers and exceptionally prosperous.

Among them is Nan'an Pedestrian Street, constructed just two years ago in the heart of the city.

Its refined, avant-garde design and diverse range of shops make it immensely popular among young people.

Today is December 10, Saturday.

Middle schools and universities are on break, and young workers have also gotten their day off.

So although it's only five in the afternoon, still hours before the nightlife begins at nine.

The entrance to Nan'an Pedestrian Street is already bustling with people coming and going.

Among them are couples laughing and chatting in pairs, and small groups of college students.

There are also high schoolers, still wearing their blue-and-white uniforms, who just got out of class after a demanding day.

Compared to the crowds of psychics near Shun'an Supply Base, most of these people are ordinary civilians.

Psychics are rarely seen—only one or two at most.

Vrrrrm~~~

At that moment, accompanied by a low engine roar,

a brand-new Mercedes S-100, entirely silver-white and radiating luxury, drove up from afar and stopped near the entrance of Nan'an Pedestrian Street.

The latest Mercedes S-100 is equipped with the newly developed "Ronghao" engine.

It accelerates to 100 km/h in under one second.

Its top speed exceeds 430 km/h, making it true ground-level flight.

Of course, its price is extremely high—over 20 million Daya currency.

Yet in wealthy Shun'an City, a 20-million-car isn't uncommon.

But this latest S-100 model was released in only a limited number of units.

Money alone cannot buy it.

Thus, this unique luxury sports car naturally drew curious glances from passersby.

Whoosh—

The scissor door on the passenger side opened, and a girl around nineteen years old stepped out.

Her eyes were clear and bright, her face exquisitely beautiful.

Her jet-black hair was tied high, revealing a pale, elegant neck.

She wore a thin black hoodie over a white women's T-shirt.

The T-shirt clung slightly tight, accentuating her full, proud curves while perfectly outlining her waist—free of any excess fat.

Her legs were long and proportionate, clad in light-blue jeans that clung like a second skin.

Even her calves were tightly wrapped, revealing highly alluring curves of her legs and hips.

One couldn't help but imagine the incredible elasticity beneath.

Nan'an Pedestrian Street never lacked beautiful, youthful girls—but ones this stunning, with such a sculpted figure, were rare.

Her appearance instantly brightened the eyes of many nearby men, who swallowed hard and whispered among themselves.

"Damn! Absolute top-tier!"

"How is she so young but has such a mature body?"

"I bet the driver's seat is occupied by some old man!"

"No way—this girl seems to be a psychic."

"So what if she's a psychic? Rich people love this kind."

Someone speculated with malicious amusement.

In fact,

such scenes were not uncommon on Nan'an Pedestrian Street.

Every weekend, many older men paired with young women appeared on the streets.

Whoosh—

The driver's side scissor door opened, but the person stepping out was not the old man bystanders had guessed.

It was a muscular young man.

Winter was approaching, and most people wore thick autumn clothing.

Yet this young man wore only a thin black T-shirt, revealing arms with perfectly balanced, almost artistic muscle definition.

Unlike the girl beside him, this young man—with his firm, rugged features—radiated a powerful aura.

Just a simple glance from him carried immense pressure, causing passersby to quickly avert their eyes.

Those who had made malicious guesses shrank their heads like ostriches and hurried on.

"Being with you seems to make things a lot easier," Song Qiuyun smiled.

"What, you want me to be your bodyguard?" Xu Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Bodyguard? Sure—if you're willing, you can name any demand."

Song Qiuyun's phoenix eyes shimmered faintly as she looked at Xu Jing.

"What I want—you might not be able to afford."

Xu Jing coughed lightly and decisively ended the topic, smiling:

"But honestly, your aunt's Mercedes S-100 handles beautifully."

Xu Jing himself had no car—this one was borrowed from his aunt's garage by Song Qiuyun.

Unlike in his past life, Daya citizens could obtain a driver's license at sixteen.

Xu Jing had already gotten his license during the summer after his first year of high school.

"If a 20-million-car doesn't handle well, what would?" Song Qiuyun chuckled.

In truth, her aunt's garage held many cars—she'd simply picked one at random.

"Excuse me, both of you, do you need parking service?"

At that moment, a staff member at the pedestrian street entrance approached respectfully.

"Yes, please park it for us."

Xu Jing nodded and handed the keys to the staff member.

Such luxury cars had built-in global positioning systems—no risk of losing them.

Also, the staff member likely had no guts to steal it.

Such luxury sports cars all have non-removable global positioning systems, so there's no worry about losing them.

The staff member took the keys and carefully drove off to park.

The keys could be reclaimed upon departure, so Xu Jing and Song Qiuyun walked directly into Nan'an Pedestrian Street.

Autumn nights arrived early; though still only five in the afternoon,

the horizon had already darkened, and every shop along the street had turned on its lights.

Amid the glittering lights, nearly every storefront displayed a holographic projector.

The projected images showcased their respective products.

There were cosmetics and clothing for ordinary people, as well as weapons, battle suits, and gear for psychics.

"Let's head to the gear shop first."

Xu Jing's B-rank battle suit had been destroyed during the life-or-death crisis in the middle of Magic Cave.

Earlier that afternoon, he'd inquired at the supply base.

For such large-scale tears, repair was extremely difficult—costing at least three million Daya currency.

Xu Jing had originally paid just over ten million for the entire B-rank suit; spending three million to repair it was simply not worth it.

With his funds still ample, he might as well upgrade directly to an A-rank suit.

Song Qiuyun had visited this street several times during high school and knew every shop layout by heart.

Under her guidance, Xu Jing quickly purchased an A-rank battle suit from Huiyang Equipment Company.

Notably, Huiyang Equipment was considered one of the better gear manufacturers across Daya.

But Xu Jing learned for the first time that it belonged to the Song family's holdings.

After presenting his black gold card,

the original price of 150 million Daya currency for the A-rank suit was reduced to just over 110 million.

A sum he'd never dared dream of in his past life—now spent effortlessly.

Xu Jing couldn't help but reflect.

Anything tied to psychics was always more expensive than the last...

As for Song Qiuyun, the wealthy heiress, she naturally picked out battle suits based purely on looks.

Of course, she chose only C-rank suits—prices weren't exorbitant.

After purchasing gear, Song Qiuyun suggested buying some Guizhou specialties for Jiang Chuxuan.

So Xu Jing spent another few ten thousand Daya currency.

He bought a large pile of specialties, nearly filling one-tenth of his space ring.

Compared to the hundred-million-plus spent on the battle suit, Xu Jing felt these few ten thousand were far more satisfying.

He bought a huge pile of local specialties, nearly occupying one-tenth of the space in his space ring.

Compared to the over one hundred million spent on the battle suit, Xu Jingming felt more of a sense of accomplishment from spending just a few ten thousand.

By the time they finished buying everything, it was already past ten at night.

After eating at a restaurant, the two drove back to Shun'an Supply Base...

"Given by Heaven's Mandate, the Heavenly God endures..."

In the Shun'an Supply Base complex, a secluded villa.

The villa's windows were tightly covered by curtains, and the entire interior seemed to exist independently.

The Grand Bishop of the Mandate of Heaven sect floated midair, cradling a pure white bone, eyes half-closed in prayer.

In the villa's living room, over a dozen adepts, cloaked in black robes bearing a blood-moon emblem, joined in prayer.

These adepts radiated formidable energy—they had all reached the Sixth Stage!

After a moment, the prayers faded, and the Grand Bishop slowly opened his eyes:

"Have the plantations been arranged?"

"All arranged, Grand Bishop."

A burly middle-aged man in a black robe replied.

"Good."

The Grand Bishop nodded slightly. "You all are tasked with dealing with the teachers from the three major academies—kill as many as you can; if you can't, don't force it.

The most important thing is the Holy Son's side—those two S-rank targets are yours. Any problems?"

"No problems. Tomorrow, I'll be close to them."

A young man's voice echoed from the villa's shadows.

"Excellent."

A sinister smile spread across the Grand Bishop's cold face: "Of course, if they're willing to join the Mandate of Heaven sect, all the better."

He paused, then turned to the many Sixth Stage adepts in the villa, his expression growing eager:

"All of you! Tomorrow will be the Mandate of Heaven sect's grandest stage!

We will announce our existence to Great Xia with the cruelest, bloodiest display imaginable! I look forward to your performances!"

"Given by Heaven's Mandate, the Heavenly God endures!"

A unified voice echoed through the villa, each Sixth Stage adept's face flushed with bloodthirsty fervor...