Chapter 151: The Ninth-Rank Martial Saint Arrives! Where Is Xu Jingming?

"The difficulty of operating the Doushen Thunder has increased; henceforth, focus on enhancing control over your psychic ability."

Xu Jingming took a deep breath, accompanied by the crackling of lightning arcs.

Golden Doushen Thunder swirled around him, shifting into various forms under his control...

Time passed swiftly.

At six p. ., the Shun'an Supply Base plaza.

The sudden appearance of the Heavenly Fate Cult had the greatest impact on the three schools' new students.

But for other psychics, aside from knowing a religious organization had provoked the top universities, they paid little attention.

The entire plaza of the supply base remained bustling with people coming and going.

At this moment,

In the distant sky, a sleek, black spacecraft with a sci-fi appearance sped toward them.

"What the hell? What kind of craft is that? So cool?"

"No propellers, no jet exhaust—could it be a anti-gravity craft from a civilization relic?"

"Whoa, anti-gravity crafts are unobtainable no matter how much money you have—they're strategic resources. Who's this big shot arriving at our base?"

"......"

Under the stunned gazes of the psychics, the black spacecraft landed on the plaza.

Hss—

The hatch opened.

A middle-aged man in black combat gear stepped out.

The man had an ordinary face and a slender build, but his eyes were as deep as the stars.

The instant he stepped out of the spacecraft, time seemed to halt—the entire plaza fell silent.

Then the noise resumed, yet the psychics who had just been discussing the spacecraft...

Acted as if they hadn't seen the craft or the man at all, going about their own business.

The man in black combat gear walked toward the supply base; whenever any psychic was about to collide with him...

They instinctively veered away, moving with seamless ease, without a single pause...

"Let me go! The Divine will not forgive you!"

"The Great Divine will surely save his faithful followers."

"......"

On the fourth floor of the Shun'an Supply Base, the original lobby had been converted into a temporary detention area.

More than a dozen members of the Heavenly Fate Cult, including the Grand Archbishop, were imprisoned here.

Everyone except the Grand Archbishop struggled and shouted frantically.

Yet under Ling Shuang's spatial psychic ability, their struggles had no effect whatsoever.

They couldn't even commit suicide—only rage helplessly in place.

In the fourth-floor lobby, besides Ling Shuang, Xu Ping, and Jiang Mo—the three vice principals—

There were also four or five sixth-rank instructors from the three schools, plus a fully armed psychic squad assigned by the supply base to guard the area.

Even personnel from the Public Security Bureau, specialized in interrogation, were present.

At this moment, the head of the Public Security Bureau's Intelligence Division—

A forty-something fifth-rank psychic specializing in mental abilities—was sweating profusely as he explained to Ling Shuang and the others:

"These cultists from the Heavenly Fate Cult are too stubborn—we can't extract any useful information from them..."

As head of intelligence, he had extracted secrets from countless hardened criminals.

Yet facing this group, after two or three hours of effort, he had gained nothing.

One reason was his rank—only fifth-tier—so his mental psychic ability had little effect on these sixth-rank psychics.

Another reason: the cultists' minds had been thoroughly brainwashed; extracting useful intelligence was nearly impossible.

"Understood. You've worked long enough—go rest for now."

Ling Shuang frowned slightly and waved her hand, dismissing the Public Security Bureau personnel.

She had anticipated the Heavenly Fate Cult members would be hard to interrogate, but hadn't expected even professionals couldn't break them.

"You fools, if I were you, I wouldn't waste my time."

At the center of the hall, the Grand Archbishop wore a sneering expression on his soft face.

Ling Shuang and the others were all Grand Masters—none of them were provoked by this.

"Even the Intelligence Division couldn't get anything. Looks like we'll have to wait for someone from above to arrive."

Jiang Mo, the vice principal of Jin University, rubbed his temples in frustration.

Among the three top universities, Jin University was the most desperate to extract information from the Heavenly Fate Cult.

The top freshman was a mole—and nearly killed two S-rank students.

If they couldn't find out which other freshmen were Heavenly Fate Cult members, he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink.

"Don't worry. By now, the people from above should be arriving."

Ling Shuang said calmly.

More than four hours ago, she had already reported this matter to the national high command.

Tap. Tap. Tap...

At that moment, crisp footsteps echoed down the corridor, drawing nearer.

Simultaneously, a faint aura of pressure swept in.

In the hall, apart from Ling Shuang, Xu Ping, and Jiang Mo—the three vice principals—

Everyone else, including the Grand Archbishop, fell into a dazed, unconscious state.

Even the shouting fanatical cultists suddenly went silent, their eyes vacant.

"This aura..."

Ling Shuang and the other two changed expression, all turning toward the hall entrance.

"Apologies for keeping you waiting."

With a slightly amused voice, a middle-aged man in black combat gear entered the hall.

Seeing him, Ling Shuang and the others immediately bowed respectfully:

"My Lord Liu, we didn't expect you to come personally."

Liu Yushan possessed an A-rank mental psychic ability.

He was one of the dozens of ninth-rank Martial Saints in Great Xia, holding high rank and power.

"The Heavenly Fate Cult has reappeared after more than sixty years—I had no choice but to come myself."

Liu Yushan waved his hand with a smile.

Hearing this, Ling Shuang and the others breathed easier—now that this big shot was here, they no longer worried about the Heavenly Fate Cult members refusing to talk.

Liu Yushan walked straight to the Grand Archbishop and asked calmly:

"Are you the Supreme Pontiff of the Heavenly Fate Cult?"

The Grand Archbishop, who had refused to speak before, answered as if controlled:

"No, I am merely the Grand Archbishop."

"What was the purpose of this operation?"

"To kill the three schools' freshmen and announce the existence of the Heavenly Fate Cult."

"Do you have moles in all the universities? How many?"

"No, only Jin University..."

"......"

Thus, one asked, one answered.

The entire conversation was recorded by cameras pre-positioned nearby.

But whenever Liu Yushan asked critical questions—such as "Where are the Heavenly Fate Cult's branch locations?" or "Who is the Supreme Pontiff?"—

The Grand Archbishop would fall into a dazed state and could not answer.

"The Grand Archbishop's memories have been altered by another psychic—he cannot reveal too many key details."

After more than ten minutes, Liu Yushan stopped questioning, having extracted no further information from the Grand Archbishop.

"Yet from the information obtained so far, the Heavenly Fate Cult that appeared is certainly not the entirety."

"Behind them, there must be a larger, hidden conspiracy."

Liu Yushan mused, "I will report these findings to the National Supreme Council for discussion."

"I'm certain they'll soon announce the measures to be taken against the Heavenly Fate Cult."

"Understood."

Ling Shuang and the other two nodded in unison.

With the intelligence just obtained, the next steps would be much easier.

"We'll pause here on the Heavenly Fate Cult matter. Now, Xu Jingming's psychic evolution."

Liu Yushan looked at Ling Shuang: "Ling Principal, where is Xu Jingming? I need to meet him."