Chapter 748: Flowers and Green Leaves! A Trifle!

Such ambition—

Truly Defying Heaven and altering fate!

If it can truly be achieved, catching up with the Old Era Remnant Faction will no longer be a distant dream!

"Su Xiong's scheming is indeed astonishing, but I have a question…"

Zhuge Chen pondered for a moment, then asked, "How did they learn that you personally rushed to the Old Era?"

Su Yang was not surprised by his question and said, "When the time comes, great scholars will argue the scriptures for me."

"Moreover, I already have a clear idea in mind, so there's no need to worry much about the concrete execution."

Zhuge Chen gave a slight nod, "I understand."

Su Yang's displayed confidence had become dazzling.

Looking at the countless varied people I've seen, there are few who, even today, possess such a spirited and lofty bearing.

For him, following is a subject he must study seriously for his whole life.

In terms of combat power and scheming, he is inferior to Lin Yang, and even cannot surpass Lu Junsheng.

But regarding utility, he is confident he could become the strongest Intelligence officer under any Ascend God Seed.

Therefore, as early as the previous Death Games, he realized—this life offers no hope of climbing higher levels by his own power alone.

But since the rules have established the team system, he can share honor and disgrace with the team through cooperative effort.

As the saying goes, when one ascends, even chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

That description may sound harsh, but it is the best outcome.

Zhuge Chen also has ambition; he wants to clear all obstacles for his team and push them toward a higher, broader world.

Simply because of the words "Cause and Effect", he firmly believes that all efforts will surely be repaid in the future!

Having now witnessed Su Yang's ambition and strength, he suddenly developed the thought of venturing alongside him.

Even if the road ahead is treacherous, how many times does one get to fight in life?

"Facing such opponents, Tang Youning's death was not in vain," Zhuge Chen thought to himself.

The one surnamed Tang also has ambition, even greater than Su Yang's!

He wishes to achieve transcendence, obtain the supreme Divine Throne, then attempts to rewrite the entire world and forge a perfect world!

Unfortunately…

Ambition does not match strength.

Moreover, he lacks Su Yang's caliber.

What good is having a heart full of hot blood but nothing else?

In this world, who doesn't want to be a wildly blooming, all‑eyes‑on‑them flower?

In this contest of brilliance, how many end up unable to seize sunlight and fall into melancholy?

Tang Youning was one such flower; his death successfully gave Su Yang Zhuge Chen.

At the same time, it led Zhuge Chen to find a wise master.

He doesn't want to change again, nor be like that historical figure, mockingly called the three‑surname household slave!

Moreover, in a world where everyone wants to be a flower, he alone prefers to be a green leaf.

Though he cannot attract attention, he also has his own set of survival logic.

Moreover…

How can the beauty of a flower exist without the backdrop of green leaves?

Thinking of this, Zhuge Chen said, "I tried to handle the matter you entrusted me with, but to no avail."

"That letter?" Su Yang felt a stir in his heart.

"Hmm, I tried to locate the letter's author, but with little success," Zhuge Chen shook his head.

"Not a single trace at all?" Su Yang furrowed his brow.

"I examined the handwriting, paper material, delivery timing, and even the intent—four elements—but still couldn't find that person," Zhuge Chen nodded.

Strange…

If even Zhuge Chen now cannot locate them, it indicates the letter's author must be an existence older than the Yue Zhao era.

In that case, the first hypothesized possibility can be completely ruled out.

"Could it be someone from my parents' era?" Su Yang fell into contemplation.

Zhuge Chen drained the water from his cup, lifted his heavy eyelids, "I suggest we first gather these items; if another letter arrives later, when my Talent Evolution evolves again, perhaps we can find the rightful owner."

"Specifically, what's the method of not being able to find anything, seeing nothing, or…?" Su Yang asked.

"It's as if an invisible giant hand is shielding the information; the situation is somewhat similar to when I probed your foundation, but several degrees more intense," Zhuge Chen said.

"Again 'Shielding'!" Su Yang suddenly realized that the letter's author's identity is not simple.

Thinking of this, Su Yang said, "Let's set this aside for now; the other's origin is unknown, better not tempt their bad luck."

"We'll discuss it after your Talent Evolution reaches a certain level."

"Alright."

"It's getting late, you should go rest early; you've been working hard these past two days," Su Yang said.

"No problem, it's only natural." Zhuge Chen stood up and spoke.

"From now on, such words must not be said again; our team does not have that so‑called 'should or shouldn't' issue."

"Strangers discuss humanity; three or four words can finish it."

"But if comrades start pulling these, they'll be at it forever."

"Sometimes, also be kind to yourself," Su Yang said earnestly.

Zhuge Chen was startled by the words, his fatigue instantly eased, he stared quietly at Su Yang for a long time, finally revealing a faint smile.

"I understand."

After speaking, he stepped with a gait that was not heavy into the elevator, returning to his own room.

In the quiet living room, only Su Yang remained; he lay on the sofa, silently gazing at the ceiling.

During this period he received numerous pieces of information and came to understand the world's operating Guilü.

There are far too many people coveting the Golden Throne.

In unknown corners, countless schemes and intrigues must be unfolding.

The New Era is but a corner of land; in terms of odds of victory, it pales compared to the players of the Ancient Era.

Perhaps precisely because of that, they look down on this tiny place.

But greedy people are endless.

Su Yang's primary target to deal with is Yue Zhao's group.

And...

The Crocodile's team!

"Stop peeking, come out," Su Yang suddenly spoke.

Creak—

The door opened, and Lin Yang, wearing black ice‑silk pajamas, walked out.

"Boring, nothing can be hidden from you."

Su Yang glanced at him and asked, "Did you hear everything?"

"You heard about thirty percent, right? Your voices are too low; my ears are about to stretch a whole circle," Lin Yang rubbed his slightly reddened ears.

"The big guys are all asleep; I don't want to wake them, only adding trouble," Su Yang gestured for him to sit.

Lin Yang casually stuffed a body pillow into his arms, crossed his legs, and curiously said, "I just heard you two seem to be talking about... rushing, something of the Old Era."

"It's too early to tell you about this; we'll talk after this Death Game ends," Su Yang said.

"Is it serious?" Lin Yang realized the gravity of the issue.

"Extremely serious; it concerns major matters and involves two eras," Su Yang nodded slightly.

"I thought you were going to handle Yue Zhao yourself," Lin Yang rested his head on his hands and sneered.

"Him?" Su Yang scoffed, then said lazily, "A chick‑sized role, not worth mentioning."