Chapter 954

Deconstructive Eye Looks Down on Others

Cheng Shi thought the same—Kinyarol was undoubtedly bold, meticulous, and fond of gambling, just unlucky enough to gamble away his own life.

Clearly, [Fate] seemed to offer no protection to this believer of [Order].

Sun Miao’s nostrils flared higher; he was already eager to uncover the truth of this history.

“I’ve observed for a long time—the commander’s banner in the central camp has been hidden by the Beast Tamer. We can’t determine where the command post is in this charge formation.”

Given the pace of the frontline’s advance, the ironclad knights’ flood may soon collide with the War Legion; by then, searching for him amid the burning battlefield will be even harder.”

“Vice-Chairman Cheng, do you have any good ideas on this?”

This time, it wasn’t Sun Miao dodging—he genuinely wasn’t skilled at searching for targets amid such a complex, massive, and chaotic situation. After all, he was an assassin, not a hunter; his strength lay in one-on-one pursuit after confirming the target.

So, finding a target first—apparently, it could only be left to Cheng Shi.

Cheng Shi also felt the challenge keenly; Xiao Qi wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t stand still waiting to be found. But fortunately, Chun had left Cheng Shi plenty of tools; though he didn’t know how to use some of them, wasn’t there a Sage right here?

So Cheng Shi dumped all of Chun’s tracking tools onto the ground. Sun Miao shook his head at these clearly non-Cheng Shi items.

Cheng Shi glanced at him, his tone odd: “Since the moment you met me, you haven’t mentioned Chun once. Don’t you want to know where she went?”

Sun Miao snorted, lifting his nostrils.

“Vice-Chairman Cheng, even if my strength is inferior to yours, you don’t need to treat me like a fool.”

“Since you eliminated Lin Xi for her, she had no path left but death.”

Cheng Shi narrowed his eyes: “You figured it out long ago.”

“It’s simple logic: people need motivation to live. If that motivation vanishes, there’s no such thing as ‘alive.’”

Chun’s goal was clear: kill Lin Xi. So when Lin Xi died, she had no reason to keep living.”

Many players who knew Chun helped but didn’t enter the fray likely considered this very point.”

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not accusing you—I’m just lamenting Lin Xi’s bad luck, stumbling right into your path… Never mind, let’s not talk about that. Let me see if these tools are any use.”

Saying this, Sun Miao picked up each tracking tool and studied them carefully.

The Deconstructive Eye was a remarkably strange profession; blessed by the [Foolish] Wisdom, its practitioners deconstructed things far faster than other [Foolish] professions, often grasping an object’s function and principle after only brief observation.

Of course, this wasn’t merely divine favor—it also stemmed from the [Foolish] believers’ personal aptitude for research and their broad, all-encompassing perspective.

Sun Miao was undoubtedly a top-tier Deconstructive Eye. Soon, he activated each tracking tool in sequence, even retrieving from his personal space an item stained with Xiao Qi’s aura—without asking Cheng Shi for anything.

Cheng Shi watched this, amused and exasperated.

Clearly, this Vice-Chairman Sun held a grudge—he’d taken these items precisely because he wouldn’t let Xiao Qi escape.

Leaving aside his idea of trading Xiao Qi’s life for information, the Sage had clearly been provoked to real fury by Xiao Qi’s cunning, shifting from deliberate hunting to a stubborn need to prove himself.

Sun Miao had indeed been angered by losing face before Cheng Shi, so his movements were swift—and soon, he found something.

The Sage frowned, pointing both hands in two directions: one toward the battlefield ahead of Bolo Heights, the other toward the river valley behind the heights.

His grave expression told Cheng Shi he’d made a major discovery—but before Cheng Shi could ask, the Sage lifted his nostrils and said:

“Are you certain Lin Xi is dead?”

“?”

Cheng Shi froze, then his face turned serious:

“I’m certain the Lin Xi I saw died beyond any doubt. Chun herself said he had no hidden tricks.”

“I don’t think I understand Lin Xi better than Chun did. Besides, if she hadn’t confirmed his death, she wouldn’t have taken her own life before me.”

“What? You’ve detected another trace resembling Lin Xi?”

Sun Miao nodded, agreeing Cheng Shi’s logic made sense—but the information he sensed told him a significant, undeniable target lurked in the river valley.

“This ‘Carrion Vine’ isn’t meant to track specific targets. It detects [Decay] Deqixi over a wide area and points vaguely toward its source. This was likely Chun’s key tool for pursuing Lin Xi.”

“But now it tells me there’s a large, still mass of [Decay] Qixi deep in the valley.”

“I can’t imagine why the surface would have such intense [Decay] Qixi in an era when the underworld hasn’t yet reclaimed the surface. If you’re certain Lin Xi is dead, could his corpse have been used?”

“He had no corpse,” Cheng Shi stated firmly.

“Then it’s strange. Every oddity carries risk. I suggest we focus on the present.”

“Once we understand this history—or your interest in [Order]—we can study what lies behind us later. We have plenty of time…”

Cheng Shi naturally agreed. He had no desire to dig into [Decay] Qixi —though he wasn’t afraid of its power, why risk it without benefit?

So Cheng Shi and Sun Miao quickly disguised themselves as Ironclad Knights and plunged into the Order’s flood of the Grand Tribunal.

The knights’ lances were about to meet the enemy; in the distance, the War Legion’s counterattack flared. The two moved like earthworms through the fertile ground about to erupt in war, following the map—but every time they found the Beast Tamer’s aura, it turned out to be another tamed “eye.”

After eliminating over a dozen Beast Tamers, Cheng Shi grew weary. He knew this would go on endlessly; under the enemy’s deliberate concealment, finding Xiao Qi was impossible.

But the sheer number of Beast Tamers and the ever-missing command tent had already confirmed their suspicion: the current battle was not orchestrated by Kinyarol—it had been “altered” by a player.

Yet Kinyarol still bore responsibility for the impending defeat, for he had not appeared to stop it.

After swiftly eliminating another knight’s Beast Tamer, Sun Miao’s face had turned dark. He returned to Cheng Shi’s side, furious, and blurted:

“If this Beast Tamer survives this trial, it will be the greatest insult to [Foolish]!”

Clearly, Sun Miao was enraged. Du Qiyu’s “Three Hare Holes” had made the Sage feel an intolerable “contempt.”

Especially after seeing Cheng Shi’s calm expression, his fury tripled. He “glared” at Cheng Shi through his nostrils: “Vice-Chairman Cheng, I’m helping you fight your enemy. Don’t you owe me some gesture?”

“Gesture? What kind of gesture do you want?” Cheng Shi smiled.

“If returning empty-handed can make a hunter happy, then I’ve truly witnessed the clown’s self-delusion.”

“?”

You can complain all you want, but don’t drag in the profession.

I didn’t even mention “Deconstructive Eye Looks Down on Others”—how dare you mock clowns first?

Can clowns find the Beast Tamer? Can you?

Still, they were teammates. Cheng Shi didn’t want to provoke him further, so he led Sun Miao out of the charge formation and into a depression, pulling out a… mask.

Of course, the mask was merely camouflage; beneath it lay a [Corruption] container.

Yes, Cheng Shi had retrieved the [Corruption] container. Though a mask couldn’t hide its aura, that was precisely his intent—because the moment the container emerged, the furious Sun Miao slowly calmed.

“See? I’m not even that angry. Why are you so furious?”

“I suspect the deaths of the Beast Tamers don’t just affect their masters’ emotions—they affect yours too.”

“Sage, when anger replaces wisdom, [Foolish] becomes nothing but foolishness.”

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