Chapter 66: Thanks for the Invite, Just Boarded the Plane

Lu Mingfei: “You’ve got quite the sense of fun. @Su Lin”

Lu Mingfei: “[IMAGE]”

Lu Mingfei posted a message in the group, then sent a picture.

Above it, Tokyo blazed with brilliant fireworks; not far away lay a vast expanse of blackened, charred earth.

He’d barely managed to shove a few bites of food into his mouth before, amid the chef’s disappointed gaze, the three of them followed Genjiro to a tall building near the explosion’s epicenter—one of the Snake Eight Family’s properties.

He closed the group chat and joined the others in examining the traces Su Lin had left behind, searching for any lingering clues in the surroundings.

The Snake Eight Family was now scrambling to the point of chaos, because if this incident wasn’t handled properly, headquarters would surely send even more investigation teams.

“The center of the explosion was...” Genjiro hesitated, for two members of headquarters’s three-person special team would react violently to that name—but then he remembered the thing was now reduced to ash, so he had no more reservations.

Upon hearing this

“You and Lu Mingfei, want to go back and open a bottle of champagne?” Caesar said to Chu Zihang. “My treat tonight. How about that male host bar we never got to?”

“I think I deserve a day off to celebrate,” Chu Zihang said, but unfortunately, underwater exploration work was scheduled for tomorrow.

“Why not go back and finish dinner at Genji Heavy Industries? It’d be a waste to leave it behind,” Lu Mingfei thought, recalling how he’d casually grabbed a few pieces of fatty fish on the way out—the flesh was sweet and tender; with a touch of soy sauce and wasabi, it would’ve been perfect.

“...”

All the Japanese branch members turned their heads away, pretending they hadn’t heard a thing.

“Based on the residual elemental power, it’s a high-risk hybrid,” Genjiro said, not even considering the Dragon King direction—every branch worldwide knew that the Cassell Academy had already eliminated two Dragon Kings in the past two years.

The Dragonbone Cross of the Bronze and Fire Dragon King was still preserved as a trophy in Cassell’s ice vault.

“It could also be a second-generation dragon or higher, but that’s less likely,” Genjiro paused, then added, “He likely had accomplices. The official organizations are investigating now, and our people are embedded within them. Soon, the intelligence will be placed before you all.”

His underlying intent was to soothe these erratic Cassell special envoys, assert his own position, and ensure they’d take responsibility for securing the investigation authority when communicating with the academy.

Though these guys probably didn’t understand his meaning.

Lu Mingfei noticed several group message notifications and shifted his attention to the chat group.

Su Lin: “What’s wrong with a boy blowing up a latrine?”

Xiao Yan: “Didn’t you just say it was art?”

Su Lin: “No conflict.”

Xiao Yan: “Pity—I’m too busy cultivating and making money, or I’d blow one up myself.”

Xiao Yan had been slightly troubled lately—a happy kind of trouble—his daily schedule was nearly packed solid, and resources and demonic beast core crystals now filled several rooms.

“That’s enough,” Yao Lao prompted beside him.

“Mm.”

Xiao Yan extinguished his strange fire; another batch of fifth-rank pills was complete, and Yao Lao sometimes helped refine seventh-rank pills.

“Next, we should focus on cultivation,” Yao Lao examined the quality of the fifth-rank pills. “Head back to Jianan Academy quickly—don’t miss out on things like the Fallen Heart Flame and Earth Core Essence.”

“Save any extra Earth Core Essence to trade with your groupmates for resources from other worlds.”

“Yes, Master,” Xiao Yan replied respectfully. He’d spent over half a month refining pills—his alchemy had improved greatly, but his cultivation had fallen behind.

“By the way, what have your groupmates been up to lately?” Yao Lao asked curiously; he didn’t have a group chat and could only learn about interesting events from other worlds through Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan thought for a moment, then said:

“Everyone else is the same as always, but Su Lin... is blowing up latrines.”

“?”

In the group chat, Ye Fan—who hadn’t been online for days—finally came online.

Ye Fan: “I envy you guys having the leisure to blow up latrines—I’ve been chased for three straight days and nights by a Dragon Transformation!”

Emiya Shirou: “It’s us... I want to go home.”

The two men and the dog cowered in a secret realm—big transactions are risky; the profits are great, but so are the dangers.

The Black Emperor bit hard into Ye Fan’s arm, making him cry out in pain as he struggled to wrench the giant dog off himself.

Looking at the wound slowly healing, Ye Fan angrily asked: “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’ve told you multiple times—don’t provoke those Dragon Transformation experts! You idiot sold them five hundred magical artifacts!”

“How was I supposed to know those Dao Palaces brought a Dragon Transformation expert to inspect the goods?!”

Ye Fan himself was speechless—Emiya Shirou’s projected weapons came in two types: custom-made and mass-produced.

With blueprints and forging experience, carefully refined and precisely projected, every detail restored flawlessly—such weapons could even deceive a Dragon Transformation.

The mass-produced ones had minor flaws and could only fool the young and those of low cultivation.

“At least the deposit was secured,” Ye Fan patted his chest. This couldn’t continue—too risky. Next time, he’d need a different approach.

“I want thirty percent this time!” the Black Emperor said bluntly.

Ye Fan’s face darkened, but after thinking it over, he realized they couldn’t have escaped without the array patterns the guy had prepared beforehand—fine, he’d give him a larger share from his own earnings this time.

Emiya Shirou, looking miserable, said to Ye Fan: “Maybe I should go back first. I’ll come find you after you’ve escaped.”

Emiya Shirou was grateful he’d sent Illya back to his own world before coming here alone.

Ye Fan looked seriously at Emiya Shirou: “This is part of cultivation too. If you keep running away, how will you change your future?”

Emiya Shirou listened, thought it over, and realized it made sense—no path to strength was ever smooth.

Just like in the stories of other groupmates, everyone grew stronger step by step, honed through constant danger.

Even his other parallel selves were the same.

“You’re right,” Emiya Shirou agreed with Ye Fan’s words. No wonder he was destined to achieve such legendary feats—he’d already made his resolve from the start.

He still had much to learn.

“Mm,” Ye Fan nodded approvingly and pulled out a long spear’s blueprint: “Don’t waste time—another order is waiting.”

The Black Emperor chimed in: “Cultivators must strive—for time, for opportunities—only then can your cultivation advance faster.”

This red-haired kid didn’t know what cultivation method he followed, but over this period, the Black Emperor and Ye Fan had both made a fortune together.

Go back? Back where? Just stay and work!

Han Li: “Brother Emiya, please project the weapons I need as soon as possible—the Inverse Star Alliance placed a large order.”

Han Li: “[IMAGE]”

Emiya Shirou: “Got it. I’ll deliver them before tomorrow night.”

Lu Mingfei: “@Su Lin, where the hell are you?”

Lu Mingfei: “Big bro, you didn’t go pull another big stunt again, did you? Slow down, take a couple days off—you move too fast, I’m scared.”

Su Lin: “Don’t worry—I’m already on the plane.”

Lu Mingfei: “????”

What about helping me find Hertzog?