Chapter 70

Is Science Approached strong?

Of course it is strong.

But a strong organization does not mean its members are strong.

The entry threshold for Science Approached is actually very low—gods and demons walk among us, unharmed, with no misdeeds in the real world, and one can join.

Science Approached does not care about, nor can it control, what one does in the mission world.

Unless one attacks fellow organization members, fails to kill them, and leaves concrete evidence for the victim to obtain.

Only then, upon returning to the real world and being exposed, will the big shots in Science Approached intervene.

Under such lenient conditions, the members of Science Approached naturally vary greatly in strength.

The weak, like Han Guang.

The strong……probably able to kill Han Guang with a single finger.

As for Tang Luo, that is beyond standard.

It is precisely because Science Approached has this mixed nature of fish and dragons that Xu Yi misunderstood.

This is a trash organization.

A trash organization—does he need to care about it?

Obviously not.

Moreover, even if he needed to care, this is the mission world.

In Gods and Demons Walk, still wanting to produce a "second-generation elite"?

Go dream about it!

Kill all the witnesses, and no one will know it was me who did it.

Xu Yi keeps a very low profile in the real world.

But in the mission world, he will not be so—interests, hobbies, nothing is off-limits.

Looking at Han Guang's silent silence, Xu Yi glanced at the already-stopped bleeding wound and said: "Fate Holder, what is that? Tell me."

"Fate Holder……is an immensely powerful existence beyond your imagination! They are inheritors of the legendary powerhouses' legacy."

Han Guang spoke half-truth, half-false.

Fate Holders are indeed the inheritors of the legendary "fantasy figures." One can possess their abilities.

But whether that fantasy figure is strong or not is debatable.

Moreover—

Even if the fantasy figure is strong, it does not mean that "you," as one of the Fate Holders, are strong.

Unless, you become the sole one.

"Is that so? That monk—whose legacy is he?" Xu Yi asked lazily.

"Eh——"

Han Guang froze for a moment, his blessing spirit arriving: "Sweeping Monk! Xuanzang Grand Master is a Fate Holder of the Sweeping Monk!"

Given Xu Yi's age, not knowing the probability of the Sweeping Monk is very low.

Sweeping Monk—this time, you should be afraid, right?

I beg you to be afraid just once!

"Tch, calling himself Xuanzang, I thought he was Tang Sanzang." Xu Yi dismissed it with contempt.

Even if the trash before him speaks the truth.

It's just the Sweeping Monk.

If Xu Yi were placed in that world, he would also be a Sweeping Monk-level master.

A three-foot qi wall—similar ability, he Xu Yi also possesses.

Add offensive skills, and isn't that just a living, breathing Sweeping Monk—no, should be stronger than the Sweeping Monk.

"Then how did the Fate Holder come about?"

Xu Yi continued to ask.

"..."

Han Guang said nothing.

This he truly did not know.

He is not a Fate Holder, nor is he Qin Menglan, that important contact.

Knowing of the existence of Fate Holders is already the limit for him. Further information, he knows nothing at all.

"Looks like you don't know. Fine, hand over the stuff." Xu Yi extended his hand toward Han Guang, "I can let you die without so much pain."

Han Guang reached out to grab his waist.

There hung a black cloth pouch.

Inside was a child's skull.

This was what he and Du Shun found in this abandoned village, an extremely important clue!

At the moment Han Guang touched the skull.

A blurry image appeared before his eyes.

A thin, small figure, looking at most seven or eight years old, back turned to his gaze, standing somewhere on a street.

In the blurry image, Han Guang felt that street was somewhat familiar.

It seemed to be somewhere in Anshan City!

Before Han Guang could even begin to recognize it, he felt a splitting headache, and upon regaining consciousness, he found himself lying on the filthy ground.

Du Shun was crouching beside him.

According to Du Shun's account, he saw Han Guang lying on the ground as soon as he entered.

Fortunately, he woke up after a few minutes.

The skull was beside Han Guang, and Du Shun didn't dare to touch it, so he stayed there.

After waking up, Han Guang still had a headache, and even a slight movement hurt, as if he were wearing a constantly tightening golden hoop.

After resting for a while, he felt somewhat better.

Han Guang told Du Shun what had happened to him.

Du Shun was also bold and tried to touch the skull.

However, unlike Han Guang, he saw nothing.

The skull in his hand showed no special signs.

He didn't know whether only certain people could see the images, or if the skull was a one-time thing, or if some other condition was needed to trigger the vision.

In any case, this skull is definitely related to the mission.

Han Guang wrapped it up, planning to take it back to show Master Xuanzang.

Even without saying anything else, just providing this "clue" is enough.

Han Guang thought that, for the upcoming mission, even if he didn't participate, if it was completed in the end, he would still receive the mission reward.

The same goes for Du Shun, his fellow traveler.

As long as Master Xuanzang can complete the mission, they've won without lifting a finger!

Before their beautiful dream could come true, the two, who were just about to leave the small village, ran into Xu Yi.

The black pouch hanging from his waist was seen squarely by Xu Yi.

Because the path into the small village was rugged and winding, the cart couldn't get in.

So the cart driver guarded the cart outside.

It's unknown how Xu Yi arrived at the village without alerting the cart driver.

Did he come around by another route?

In any case, how could Du Shun and Han Guang be a match for Xu Yi?

Was it because he could sneak attack and injure, or because Xu Yi had a high opinion of himself and looked down on Han Guang?

"Exactly, hand it over." Xu Yi stepped forward and extended his hand.

"Damn you!"

Then, Han Guang let out a roar and forcefully threw the pouch in his hand to one side.

At the same time, he himself rushed off in the opposite direction.

Once I get away, I'll find Master Xuanzang to come beat you up!

Xu Yi froze for a moment, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and without bothering about the pouch Han Guang had thrown far away, he directly chased after Han Guang.

Once a person is dead, no one will compete with him anymore.

This simple truth, many people don't understand.

But Xu Yi understands!

Planting one foot on the ground, Xu Yi charged forward like a wild bull, and in just a few seconds caught up to Han Guang.

Lifting his foot, he delivered a kick with no technique whatsoever, like a street brawl—ugly in form, but effective.

The moment Han Guang was kicked in the lower back, he flew out, rolling like a gourd on the ground for several rolls, then lay motionless on the ground.

Xu Yi walked slowly toward Han Guang.

He was very clear that this kick meant Han Guang would definitely not be able to get up.

If luck was bad, his spine could even be displaced or broken.

Of course, dying is unlikely.

He held back his strength.

If he said he would give something, he would give it cleanly.

If Han Guang didn't give the item, then he wouldn't give him a quick end.

Out here in the world, the most important thing is to keep one's word.

Walking up to Han Guang, Xu Yi crouched down and reached out to flip this guy over and wake him.

But at the very moment Han Guang was flipped over by Xu Yi, a flash of cold light appeared.

A sharp dagger stabbed straight at Xu Yi's face!

Han Guang is actually unharmed?!

Yes, Han Guang is naturally unharmed.

That kick just now was blocked by Tang Luo's "Kai Guang," making Han Guang look quite disheveled.

In reality, he was completely unscathed.

Not only is he unharmed, but even Du Shun, who was originally destined to die, is unharmed.

After realizing he had been buried, Du Shun knew he couldn't get out or escape, so he simply lay still, pretending to be a corpse.

Quite satisfying.

"Die!"

Han Guang's face turned fierce, one hand braced on the ground, the other gripping the dagger, stabbing toward Xu Yi's face.

Unfortunately, the dagger's sharp tip was still some distance from Xu Yi's face and could advance no further.

Han Guang felt as if the dagger had struck against some armor.

The feedback force almost made the dagger slip from his hand.

"Good kid!"

Xu Yi flew into a rage, grabbed Han Guang's arm, and snapped it sharply.

Breaking it cleanly.

If not for the emergency triggering his skill—Invisible Armor, forming a seamless invisible shield around him,

he might have truly been stabbed in the brain by Han Guang's blade.

He had used Giant Force Technique from the start, and now he employed a second skill.

Xu Yi was furious; he grabbed again, twisted, and broke Han Guang's other arm.

Watching Han Guang roll on the ground wailing, Xu Yi finally stood up satisfied, and incidentally stepped on and broke one of Han Guang's legs.

First, he took out the contents from inside the black sack.

Seeing how precious this brat treated it, even if unrelated to the mission, it must be something valuable.

As for the skull the mission required him to find, Xu Yi had not even considered it.

The mission wouldn't be this simple.

If it truly were this simple, Han Guang would have returned with it by now.

Heading toward where the black sack disappeared, amidst Han Guang's fading cries, Xu Yi spent a minute or two searching the weeds at the edge of the small village and found the conspicuous black sack.

Opening it, he saw inside was a fairly intact skull.

Judging by size, it belonged to a child.

"A fake skull?"

Xu Yi frowned; the mission prompt said "genuine skull," so naturally there were also fake ones.

Is there any connection between the two?

Like Du Shun, he had not seen what Han Guang saw.

After rewrapping the skull and hanging it at his waist, Xu Yi turned around, preparing to return to the original spot.

Han Guang, whose arms and legs he had broken, had stopped crying, likely having passed out.

Just as he turned, Xu Yi abruptly stepped back two steps, locking his eyes dead ahead.

At a position several meters behind where he had originally stood.

He did not know when someone had appeared there.

A thin, small person.

Wearing layer upon layer of dirty, tattered clothes. Obviously for warmth, heedlessly piled on, but the garments were so ragged they could barely cover part of his torso and limbs.

His frail arms and legs were exposed, blackened so that original skin tone was indiscernible, with many visible cracks.

His hair was a messy clump, like a helmet covering his head, obscuring most of his face.

It did provide some warmth.

This gaunt child, appearing seven or eight years old, slowly raised his right hand toward Xu Yi.

One could see that in his clenched right hand, he barely gripped a few small wooden sticks.

Xu Yi recognized them—these were the common matches of Anshan City.

He heard the other speak in a timid, slightly hoarse voice: "Excuse me, would you like to buy a match?"