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 lined with skyscrapers and exceptionally prosperous.

Among them is the Nan'an Pedestrian Street, built just two years ago in the city center.

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

Today is December 10th, Saturday.

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

So even though it's only five in the afternoon, still hours before nighttime activities begin 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 school students, still wearing their blue-and-white uniforms, who just got out of class.

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

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

Boom~~~

At that moment, accompanied by a low engine roar,

a brand-new Mercedes S-100 sports car, entirely silver-white and exuding 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 less than a 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 a 20-million-yuan sports car is not uncommon in wealthy Shun'an City.

But this latest Mercedes S-100 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 black hair was tied high, revealing a pale, elegant neck.

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

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

Her legs were long and proportionate; her light-blue jeans clung to them 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 youthful, beautiful girls—but one as stunning and voluptuously proportioned as her was rare.

Her appearance caused many nearby men to brighten, swallow hard, and whisper among themselves.

"Damn! Absolute knockout!"

"How is she so young but has such an adult figure?"

"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 age-gap couples appeared on the streets.

Whoosh—

The scissor door on the driver's side opened, and out stepped not the old man passersby had guessed.

But 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 muscles.

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

Even a simple glance from him carried immense pressure, causing passersby to quickly look away.

Those who had made malicious guesses shrank their heads like ostriches and kept walking.

"Being out with you seems to make things a lot easier."

Song Qiuyun smiled, sensing the reduced attention on her.

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

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

Song Qiuyun's phoenix eyes held a faint glimmer of flirtation as she looked at Xu Jingming.

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

Xu Jingming cleared his throat and decisively ended the topic, smiling:

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

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

Unlike in his past life, in Great Xia, one could take the driver's license at sixteen.

Xu Jingming had already obtained his driver's license during the summer vacation of his first year of high school.

"If the handling of a car worth over twenty million is poor, that would be unacceptable."

Song Qiuyun smiled lightly.

In truth, her aunt's garage held many cars, and she had merely taken out one at random.

"Ladies and gentlemen, would you like parking assistance?"

At that moment, a staff member standing at the entrance of the Nan'an Pedestrian Street walked over and asked respectfully.

"Yes, just park it for us."

Xu Jingming nodded and handed the car key to the staff member.

Luxury sports cars all have non-removable global positioning systems; there was no fear of losing them.

Moreover, the staff member likely didn't have the nerve to steal the car.

"Understood."

The staff member took the key and carefully went to park the car.

The key could be reclaimed upon departure, so Xu Jingming and Song Qiuyun stepped directly into the Nan'an Pedestrian Street.

Autumn nights often arrived early, though it was still only five in the afternoon.

Yet the horizon already bore a dark tint, and the shops along the Nan'an Pedestrian Street had long since turned on their lights.

Amidst the dazzling interplay of light and shadow, nearly every shop entrance had a holographic projector.

The projections displayed their respective products.

There were cosmetics and clothing for ordinary people, as well as weapons, battle suits, and other equipment needed by psychics.

"Let's head to an equipment store first."

Xu Jingming's B-grade battle suit had been damaged during the life-or-death crisis in the center of the Demon Cave.

Earlier that afternoon, he had inquired at the supply base.

For such extensive tears, repair was extremely difficult and would cost at least three million Great Xia coins.

Xu Jingming had only spent over ten million to buy the entire B-grade battle suit; if repair alone cost three million, it simply wasn't worth it.

Fortunately, his funds were still ample—he might as well upgrade directly to an A-grade battle suit.

Song Qiuyun had visited this place several times during high school and knew the layout of the pedestrian street inside and out.

Under her guidance, Xu Jingming quickly purchased an A-grade battle suit produced by Huizhao Equipment Company.

Notably, Huizhao Equipment was considered one of the better equipment manufacturers across Great Xia.

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

After presenting his black gold card,

the A-grade battle suit, originally priced at over one hundred fifty million, was finally purchased for just over one hundred ten million.

The amount, which he could never have imagined spending in his past life, was now spent casually.

This made Xu Jingming sigh.

Anything tied to psychics was guaranteed to be more expensive than the last...

As for Song Qiuyun, the wealthy woman, she naturally chose battle suits based purely on appearance.

Of course, she only selected C-grade battle suits, whose prices were not expensive.

After purchasing equipment, Song Qiuyun suggested bringing some Guizhou specialties back for Senior Jiang Chuxuan.

So Xu Jingming spent several ten thousand Great Xia coins again.

He bought a large quantity of specialties, nearly occupying one-tenth of the space in his space ring.

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

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

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

"Given the Mandate of Heaven, the Heavenly God shall endure..."

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

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

The Grand Preceptor of the Tianming Sect floated in midair, cradling a pure white bone, eyes half-closed in prayer.

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

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

Moments later, the chanting gradually ceased, and the Grand Preceptor slowly opened his eyes:

"Have the plantations been arranged?"

"Yes, Grand Preceptor. Everything has been arranged."

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

"Good."

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

The most important matter is the Holy Son's side—those two S-rank psychics are yours. Can you handle them?"

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

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

"Excellent."

A sinister smile appeared on the Grand Preceptor's cold face: "Of course, if they're willing to join the Tianming Sect, that would be best."

He paused, then turned to the many Sixth-Stage psychics in the villa, his cold expression growing increasingly excited:

"Everyone! Tomorrow will be the grandest stage for our Tianming Sect!

We shall announce our existence to the Great Xia in the cruelest, most blood-soaked manner! I look forward to your performance!"

"Having received the Mandate of Heaven, the Heavenly Gods shall endure forever!"

A chorus of unified voices rang out inside the villa, and on the faces of each sixth-rank ability user, a bloodthirsty fervor also surfaced......