Chapter 762: It's All Normal Circumstances

Let's sort out the current situation.

Ao Yulie went out to make money, ran into a woman, and she saw through his (special) identity.

Ao Yulie saw through that the woman had seen through his identity, so he played along, lured her over, and incidentally made a bit of money.

After she arrived, the woman saw through that Ao Yulie had seen through her identity, deliberately spoke up to provoke everyone's reactions as a probe.

Zhuge Liang's heroic spirit soared to the heavens; truly worthy of a strategist clad in armor, leading from the front — admirable.

Ao Yulie, for his part, saw through her position.

The woman saw through that Ao Yulie had seen through her position, so she changed her probing plan and chose to flee.

Zhu Bajie saw through that the woman had seen through that Ao Yulie had seen through her position, appeared behind her, and kicked her to the ground with one foot.

This is a battle between nesting dolls.

The hidden game within it can be called the pinnacle of idiocy!

Because Liu Wuxiu's side had more nesting dolls, they ultimately secured the victory.

The woman clearly hadn't expected her position would actually be discovered; the astonished expression on her face still lingered.

"A War Spirit, or a Spirit Lord..."

Liu Wuxiu looked at that woman, did not approach.

His strength actually wasn't strong; compared to Zhuge Liang, he was more like the kind of strategist with no strength to truss a chicken, needing someone to protect him.

A Spirit Lord — even if their own strength is fairly strong, usually they still can't compare to their own War Spirit.

Because the stronger the Spirit Lord's strength, the stronger the War Spirit they can summon.

The strength of the summoned War Spirit relates to luck, and also relates to the Spirit Lord's own strength and resource consumption.

Now kicked down by Sima Yi, this woman's strength didn't seem strong.

Could she be a Spirit Lord?

The woman sprawled on the ground reacted quickly; the astonished expression vanished rapidly, she didn't stand up, her rear leg lifted, kicking straight at Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie stepped back one step, dodging the incomparably insidious groin kick.

But he didn't counterattack, instead shouting loudly: "Kongming, don't worry, fire at me!"

Over there Zhuge Liang had already moved.

He casually grabbed, a black thing appeared in his hand, he shouldered it, swiftly adjusted the angle, didn't aim at that woman, but tilted slightly aiming at midair.

Pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Whoosh!"

A sound like iron chains snapping, followed by a whistling sound.

The arrow traced an "arc".

In an instant, the woman's position and the nearby ground were covered by dense, countless arrows.

Those arrows, each as thick as a grown man's forearm, couldn't help but make one think of "siege crossbow bolts" and such things.

Liu Wuxiu saw that after Sima Yi, this crafty old bastard, finished saying "fire at me," his figure immediately vanished.

As expected, not some righteous self-sacrifice.

And what surprised him was that woman.

Before the arrow rain reached her, her body turned transparent.

Those arrows completely passed through her body, yet caused her no injury.

"I'll remember you!"

The woman let out an incomparably resentful cry; her originally lovely face turned terrifying; she looked unharmed, but actually wasn't unaffected.

Leaving those harsh words, the woman instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke and flew toward the horizon, vanishing without a trace.

Zhuge Liang shouldered the thing on his shoulder, thought for a bit, didn't launch a second attack.

"Amei, I'll come find you again!" Ao Yulie waved his hand twice, "Our feelings, though brief, were so beautiful; given the chance, let's relive them."

Rather than saying it's a repeat, it's more like a threat; who knows if that "Amei" heard it.

"Amei?" Zhu Bajie appeared beside Ao Yulie.

"Hirata Mi." Ao Yulie smiled, "Don't know if that name's real."

"Hirata Mi? Could she be from the Hirata clan!" Liu Wuxiu couldn't bother looking at the thing Zhuge Liang was shouldering, cried out in alarm, voice somewhat distorted.

"Very famous?" Ao Yulie asked.

Liu Wuxiu nodded: "A very powerful extraordinary clan, but they basically isolate themselves from the world, extremely rarely interact with outsiders."

"I once heard the Hirata clan has a secret treasure called 'Hirata's World,' which can, to a certain extent, influence reality according to the user's will."

"Oh, so that's how she dodged my Zhuge Repeating Crossbow?" Zhuge Liang said.

Liu Wuxiu couldn't help but say: "You call this thing a repeating crossbow?"

Zhuge Liang had already set down the black object he'd been shouldering, held it in his hand.

This thing was a cube overall; one face had rows of black circular holes, loaded with giant crossbow bolts.

Looked somewhat like some kind of dense cannon shell launch device.

Liu Wuxiu thought with Zhuge Liang's current build, his Zhuge Repeating Crossbow would be a Gatling-level thing.

Didn't expect, he still underestimated it.

What he brought out was simply a gun turret!

"Wait!" Suddenly Liu Wuxiu discovered another blind spot, "Aren't you surnamed Zhu? Why is this called a Zhuge Repeating Crossbow?"

The matter of it being named Zhuge Repeating Crossbow but actually being a Zhuge Gun Turret, he didn't want to quibble over anymore.

But the name part, he absolutely had to get straightened out.

Oh, it's because calling it the Repeating Crossbow sounds too awkward. Zhuge Liang had a valid point—no wonder he's the strategist.

This left Liu Wuxiu unable to refute.

"Brother Fengxian! Your blessings have benefited me endlessly!" Zhuge Liang turned to Tang Luo, who remained seated in the carriage, utterly still, as stable as Mount Tai, and said.

"Of course." Tang Luo smiled. "As Lü Fengxian, my ability to win every battle comes from knowing how to strengthen my troops."

"You really didn't switch identities to trick me?" Liu Wuxiu's gaze shifted between Tang Luo and Zhuge Liang.

Both shook their heads at the same time.

Really, no trickery, really no identity swap.

You must believe in your battle spirit!

"Forget it, let's hurry." Liu Wuxiu said, "We've been targeted……"

"Wrong, it's them who've been targeted." Zhu Bajie smirked, fully immersed in the role of that old cunning Sima Yi.

"What……do you mean?" Liu Wuxiu looked at Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie said: "I've already planted a backdoor on Ping Tianmei; now I fully control her movements. Not only that, when needed, I can even 'see' her situation."

"Then we should chase her right away!" Liu Wuxiu was excited—Ping Tianmei must be the Spirit Master!

Although the Spirit War has few rule restrictions, that only applies to combat style—whether fighting honorably or sneakily, both are allowed.

In other aspects, there are definitely restrictions.

Only Spirit Masters and Battle Spirits can directly participate; outsiders can only provide intelligence and material support.

After all, it concerns the continuation of the extraordinary—there are actually extraordinary powerhouses and powerful forces watching.

We can't just let people run wild.

As for why those big shots don't directly participate.

They've all achieved fame and fortune—who wants to go down and fight?

Opportunities to seek wealth through danger have always been reserved for people like Ping Tianmei and Liu Wuxiu.

The big shots already have wealth and status.

When a Spirit Master dies, their Battle Spirit vanishes, and the involved parties gain some enhancement, more or less.

As long as we take down Ping Tianmei, this Spirit Master, our side's strength will inevitably increase.

Liu Wuxiu knew there had once been a Spirit War.

A weak Spirit Master and his Battle Spirit grew stronger through battle and ultimately won.

Now the opportunity lies before us.

"Don't chase." Zhu Bajie kicked the opportunity into the sky with one foot, "She's our informant."

"Huh?" Liu Wuxiu asked, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Ao Yulie spoke instead of Zhu Bajie, "As long as Amei doesn't die, we can continuously get intelligence from her. We just need to find a place to lie low. Once we gather enough intel, we'll act."

"Like this……won't it be letting the tiger return to the mountain?" Liu Wuxiu frowned, "After all, he already knows our appearance, and if she deliberately leaks our information to lure other Spirit Masters and Battle Spirits, what then?"

"Even better." Said Tang Luo, "Then we don't have to go looking for them."

At this moment, Liu Wuxiu felt that this Lü Bu had a hint of the domineering aura he imagined Lü Bu should have.

Like a lazy tiger dozing off, slightly stretching its body, sharp claws and fangs flashing past.

As a Spirit Master, naturally the most important thing is being able to heed the Battle Spirits' opinions.

Liu Wuxiu accepted advice like flowing water—anyway, if he objected, no one listened to him unless he used the Spirit Command.

The Spirit Command cannot be used casually except at critical moments.

Besides forcing Battle Spirits to obey, it also has an important effect: enhancing Battle Spirit strength.

As a consumable, each Battle Spirit can use it only twice.

This "Flower Arm" should ideally last blooming until the very last moment.

"Farewell." Liu Wuxiu gazed at his business car with reluctance, made up his mind—if we can win this Spirit War.

I must buy a new car, preferably a sports car.

This business car can just be forgotten.

If we lose but don't die, I'll definitely come back to drive my beloved business car home.

Thanks to the passionate, sincere, yet fleeting feelings between Ao Yulie and Ping Tianmei, everyone……now has a little more money.

After simple calculation, it should last about a week.

"No, why are we staying so expensive?" In a luxury presidential suite costing ten thousand a day without discount, Liu Wuxiu lay half-reclined on the soft sofa, muttering softly.

"We are Battle Spirits—after this battle, we must return home." Ao Yulie spoke confidently, "What's wrong with enjoying ourselves a bit?"

"Also……" Liu Wuxiu nodded, he was becoming easier to persuade.

In another room, the study, Zhuge Liang was splashing ink, writing his "Stratagems of the Silk Pouch."

Tang Luo was idly drawing a few blood talismans, then tossed them toward Liu Wuxiu: "Take them—when needed, just pat them on your body."

"..."

Liu Wuxiu put away the blood talismans, silently nodding.

Normal.

Zhao Zilong with his pale face—upon appearance, he develops an unclear relationship with enemies; Zhuge Liang the sturdy man; Lü Baihao the white-haired youth who draws talismans to strengthen soldiers—these are all normal situations.

Liu Wuxiu looked at "Sima Yi": "Brother Zhongda, how's the situation over there?"

"Interesting." Zhu Bajie laughed, waving his hand.

A stream of water formed a transparent water curtain, displaying the scene where Ping Tianmei was.

In the clear water curtain, although Ping Tianmei is clearly a Spirit Master, she kneels on the ground in a soil-lowering posture, her body still trembling slightly.

She is afraid, in terror!

"Hm?"

Everyone instantly grew interested.

"Zhuge Liang, Zhuge Liang, hurry out and watch the excitement." Ao Yulie even called for Zhuge Liang in the study to come out.

Zhuge Liang opened the door and walked out; seeing the scene in the water curtain, he too was somewhat puzzled: "What's going on?"