Chapter 554: Establishing Authority

The two exorcists exchanged a glance, then helplessly took out their weapons and placed them on the table in front of them.

One of them looked somewhat special: the middle was a grip, with double-edged blades on either side that were slightly curved, which could be understood as two blades sharing one hilt.

It belonged to a type of esoteric weapon that was very difficult to wield.

Although most exorcists' weapons were cold weapons, they were all rather "special" in their coldness.

The appearance of such an esoteric weapon was also quite normal.

The other weapon was a single-handed gauntlet, entirely black, with sharp broken spikes on the striking surface.

Tang Luo picked up the double-bladed sword, glanced at it casually, then put on the gauntlet and gave it a shake before setting both weapons down and saying, "It's fine."

The two exorcists were puzzled, but having been beaten, they didn't ask further, each retrieving their holy weapons as the carriage fell silent again.

The two exorcists also didn't notice that the Holy Heart had already disappeared just now.

Or perhaps they noticed the disappearance of the Holy Heart, but assumed the other party had tucked it away with some lightning-fast technique.

They simply couldn't see clearly.

After all, when they started getting slapped, they couldn't see clearly either.

Damn it, just thinking about this made their cheeks ache again, even though they had clearly been healed.

Why would a healing exorcist be this strong?

Speaking of which, what exactly is Tang Luo's situation? He has no holy equipment, and he doesn't seem like a parasitic type that enters combat form.

Who exactly is he? I've never heard of this person before.

The disappearance of the Holy Heart has nothing to do with Tang Luo's special technique; it's related to "God-Demon Walking," and he simply put the Holy Heart away.

Yes, the Holy Heart is defined as a "tool" that can be stored by God-Demon Walkers.

However, Tang Luo cannot store the holy weapons of the two exorcists opposite him.

Perhaps it's because they have owners?

If they were ownerless, maybe they could also be stored?

For ordinary God-Demon Walkers, this should be considered a huge piece of good news, meaning that if this mission is handled properly, they could make a fortune.

With strength, one can eat to one's fill.

For Tang Luo, this is merely a discovery for reference, with no actual benefit or value.

Anyway, in the end, these Holy Hearts will definitely end up in the stomachs of their master and disciple.

Just like the ginseng fruit back then.

Thinking of the ginseng fruit, Tang Luo recalled the misshapen ginseng fruit tree and glanced at the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.

The train stopped at the station, the field personnel immediately stood up, then quietly walked out, as the train would be halted here for half a day.

They definitely needed to get off to catch their breath.

As for the three exorcists, including the one who said, "I was just sleeping and wouldn't get up," they wanted to get off but dared not, feeling suffocated with frustration.

"Don't be nervous," Tang Luo said reassuringly, "I'm a good person. Look, as a parasitic-type exorcist, I have healing abilities."

This is the symbol of a good person.

"Yes."

"You're absolutely right."

What could the two exorcists do? They could only indicate that whatever you say is right if you can beat them.

The world of exorcists is still quite simple: being able to fight is an important indicator—except for support types.

These three exorcists truly bear no grudge against Tang Luo.

Although they were hung up and beaten, others prevailed through strength, so they had nothing to say; once they grow stronger, they can regain face.

Among the five generals, there are also those with violent tempers and unpleasant personalities, yet exceptionally strong in combat, earning admiration from many exorcists, even to the point of being revered as deities.

"Your Excellency Tang Luo."

Tang Luo intended to chat with his colleagues to strengthen camaraderie—after the big stick, they were now of one mind, and now it was time to offer the sweet date.

A hurried voice came from the direction of the rear carriage door.

The field team leader hurried over, holding a paper: "Take a look at this."

Tang Luo took it and saw it was a "four-person" missing persons notice.

As a missing persons notice, this was overly mild, given that the wording was extremely harsh, almost equivalent to a warrant.

According to the description, this notice, nearly equivalent to a warrant, was seeking exactly Tang Luo and his four companions.

The two exorcists opposite glanced at it, looked at each other, and wondered: What's going on?

Is the Holy Sect looking for this white-haired man?

"Oh, I forgot—I didn't inform Buyi and the others when I came out earlier." Tang Luo said, "No problem. You send the message back, saying I'm already on the way back to headquarters, and the other three went to hunt demons and will return later."

"Good." The team leader breathed a sigh of relief, speaking frankly, he had indeed been worried that Tang Luo might have some issue.

Fortunately, it was just a misunderstanding.

The two exorcists mustered their courage for a full three minutes before one of them asked: "Your Excellency Tang Luo, what urgent matter does the Holy Sect have with you?"

"They probably thought we ran away."

"Ran away?"

The Holy Sect's suspicion of exorcists running away is rare.

If an exorcist goes long without contacting the Holy Sect, the greater possibility is death, not running away.

"Because we few are chosen children." Tang Luo said, "You know, just like being snatched down from the heavens in a flash."

"What?"

The two exorcists were greatly surprised, though they were aware that the Holy Sect had recently summoned the legendary "World-Resonators from Another World."

But it's only been a few days?

How long has the other side been a demon hunter? A few days? And they can already beat them down?

This isn't the Holy Heart!

"Didn't I tell you that?" Tang Luo asked.

The two kept shaking their heads.

As it turns out, the legendary otherworld resonators truly are saviors, their faces full of melancholy.

A few days later.

At the headquarters of the Holy Group, outside the gate on the bridge, Bu Yisi stood with a group of people, his expression stern.

Behind him were some demon hunters, and even more "Chosen High School Students."

Today is the day Tang Luo, these few bold and reckless brats, returns. Bu Yisi has already made up his mind—even if it's someone he personally favors, he will still give them a proper lesson.

Jade uncarved is not a vessel; the more talented one is, the less they should be indulged.

Establish authority!

We must establish authority!

The high school students behind him gloated, their schadenfreude impossible to hide. Tyrant Tang, you too have your day!

Bu Yisi was pleased to see this; letting these otherworld guests always stick together is not good.

These people would be better off separated—not because I worry these kids, banding together, could cause any trouble.

If the Holy Group can't even handle this bunch of brats, then there's no need to fight demons—just pack up and everyone go back to their hometowns to get married.

Rather, it's to help these people integrate better into this world and contribute more.

Otherwise, our own people constantly sticking together will inevitably make them feel like "otherworld visitors," and when real danger comes, they'll easily retreat.

Soon, Bu Yisi saw many carriages stopped at the far end of the bridge, a group of field personnel disembarking in single file.

But they didn't come over right away.

Instead, they stood in place, waiting.

Soon, three demon hunters got down from the carriage, didn't walk over, but instead went to the largest carriage and stopped there.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be the general is back?"

Bu Yisi and the others were a bit puzzled.

Only the general could receive such treatment from so many field personnel and demon hunters.

Even the financial backer of the Seven-Person Council would fall short.

The carriage door opened silently, black shoes stepping onto the descending "steps," and a white-haired man in demon hunter black-red uniform stepped down from the carriage.

"Who?"

The distance wasn't close, so Bu Yisi and the others could only see a silhouette, but couldn't make out who exactly had arrived.

"White hair—no one has white hair, so could it be..."

Bu Yisi's expression suddenly changed, a bad feeling rising.

He saw the white-haired man begin walking toward them, the field personnel following, spreading out to the man's front-left and front-right, rear-left and rear-right, four sides "encircling," as if guarding a sovereign.

Behind him were the three demon hunters, step for step, like guards, yet also somewhat like insects chasing firelight, filled with longing and envy.

"So cool."

"It's the general! Definitely the general!"

Bu Yisi heard the high school students behind him whispering excitedly, suppressing his excitement.

This period of education has already successfully instilled a lot in these kids; signs of effect are appearing.

But...

Bu Yisi feels this lesson and his show of force this time will probably fail.

Moreover, it seems he has become the other side's stepping stone.

A group of people strode forward with tiger-like steps, radiating an aura of "none but me," and soon arrived before Bu Yisi and the others.

The Chosen High School Students, who had just been excited and eager, now sounded like ducks grabbed by the neck—their "gaga" cries cut off abruptly.

"I'm back."

Tang Luo looked at Bu Yisi and said, his expression calm, as if running away, making the Holy Group's upper and lower staff, who had worked overtime hard, seem not to be him at all.

"You..." Bu Yisi felt this couldn't go on; he couldn't indulge him!

"Holy Heart, four in total."

Tang Luo raised his right hand, four points of light flying to Bu Yisi's face, Bu Yisi instinctively reaching out to catch them.

In his palm, four "small stones" landed just right—exactly the Holy Hearts.

Behind him, silence fell, only the sound of breathing, slightly hurried.

"How... did this come about?" Bu Yisi instinctively asked.

"On the way back, I ran into a noisy, foolish thing, what high-level demon?" Tang Luo said, "I casually killed it, it was carrying three Holy Hearts, luck was good."

"... Wasn't it four?" Bu Yisi felt he had a serious problem with math.

"Oh, and one more was found by this person." Tang Luo pointed to the field team leader.

Bu Yisi looked over—an old field hand, and the initial good news had been sent back by him.

"High-level demon, are you telling the truth?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded— that old man, the former general, walked over.

"Hmm."

The old man's gaze swept over, seeing Tang Luo's front and rear companions with expressions of admiration and proud glory.

"Haha, good!! Let the kitchen prepare wine and dishes—tonight we'll have a banquet!" The old man laughed heartily, laughing with great ease.

Bu Yisi hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping short.

He had established his authority, only he had become the object of that authority-establishing.

How miserable.

But he soon laughed as well; truly worthy of being a talent the Holy Order needs!