Chapter 68: Yin Teng and Langtou

Jinghai Bowuguan, basement,

"Lord Yin Teng, can we really succeed?"

A figure looked toward the Black-robed Man, its tone carrying a hint of hope and tremor.

"Of course."

The Black-robed Man sneered, a flash of madness flickering in his eyes.

"As long as we follow the plan, we will certainly complete the mission."

He paused briefly, then continued.

"When the time comes, each of us will obtain a twenty‑year lifespan elixir."

"Twenty years of life?"

The others heard this and instantly became excited.

"Is it real?"

"That's a sky‑high price!"

"We're getting rich!"

In the exhibition hall, waves of excited murmurs rose.

Everyone was thrilled, because this elixir, whether for personal use or sale, commands a sky‑high price.

Even without much discussion, it could fetch a few small bounties.

So they rolled up their sleeves, ready to make a big move.

The Black-robed Man watched the others' reaction with satisfaction, a cruel smile tugging at his mouth.

"Action!"

At his command, the group scattered quickly, vanishing into the darkness.

The exhibition hall fell silent again.

Only the Black-robed Man stood there alone, like a demon god from hell, quietly awaiting the arrival of prey.

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing him, stretching his silhouette long and making it especially eerie.

He slowly lifted his head, gazing at the bright moon outside, a flash of madness in his eyes.

"Soon, everything will belong to the great Black Shadow!"

He muttered to himself, his voice low and chilling, as if a whisper from hell.

……

Inside the Museum, the lights were dim, and only a few safety‑exit signs emitted a faint green glow.

The cold air was tinged with a faint metallic scent, the distinctive aroma of gold.

The Black-robed Man's subordinates were busy, drawing complex formations on the ground according to the diagrams in their hands.

Every line had to be perfectly precise, for it determined the success or failure of the entire plan.

They carefully embedded each gold bar into the formation, the golden light flickering and reflecting on their fervent faces.

The formation gradually took shape, like a massive golden vortex, emitting an uncanny glow.

The Black-robed Man stood aside, watching it all with satisfaction.

Greedy light flickered in his eyes, as if he already saw the dawn of victory.

At that moment, a towering Wenshen Dahan pushed through the crowd, marching straight toward the Black-robed Man.

Each step he took was heavy and powerful, like a beast poised to strike.

"Yin Teng."

The Wenshen Dahan spoke, his voice deep and coarse.

"Why not eliminate that guy named Jiangnan?"

He questioned the Black-robed Man, his tone tinged with displeasure,

"He's a huge troublemaker; keeping him will eventually ruin our plans."

The Black-robed Man turned, facing the Wenshen Dahan.

A totem mask concealed his expression, yet his voice remained calm.

"Langtou, you underestimate him."

"He's a Foundation Establishment Stage master, not to be outmatched."

"Even if the boss goes personally, victory is not guaranteed."

The Wenshen Dahan heard this, a hint of contempt on his face.

"Foundation Establishment Stage?"

He snorted coldly.

"I, Langtou, am at the Master Realm, a Martial Arts Peak being; how could I fear a Foundation Establishment Stage?"

"In my eyes, any damn Foundation Establishment is just a showy façade."

"As soon as the boss gives the order, I guarantee Jiangnan will have no way back, no ground for his dead body to rest."

Blood‑lust glinted in his eyes, as if he already envisioned Jiangnan being torn to pieces.

The Black-robed Man fell silent for a moment, seeming to contemplate something.

"You can defeat him; I have no doubt about that."

He spoke slowly, continuing,

"But can you truly kill him?"

"A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, with bizarre and unpredictable methods; are you sure you can land a killing blow?"

"If he escapes, the aftermath will be endless."

Wenshen Dahan furrowed his brow, as if the Black-robed Man had hit a sore spot.

"Then what do you suggest?"

He asked impatiently.

"If you're willing to help, I can give you a share of the credit afterward."

The Black-robed Man put forward an enticing condition.

"This operation's haul is abundant, enough for us to splurge for a lifetime."

A flash of greed flickered in Wenshen Dahan's eyes,

"Let me step in to help, but I must take at least half the credit!"

"No problem."

The Black-robed Man readily agreed, pointing at the large formation before him:

"As long as you're willing to act and see the formation set up, I'll definitely give you half the credit."

He paused, then added.

"But that's just a precaution. Perhaps you could pick up the credit for free."

"That guy named Jiangnan is probably still wandering around Jinghai City like a headless fly."

"He can't find this place at all."

The Black-robed Man's tone carried a hint of mockery.

"We have plenty of time to complete the plan."

At that moment, a figure rushed over, approached Yin Teng, bowed, and said humbly:

"Lord Yin Teng, we have discovered it!"

He panted heavily, speaking haltingly,

"Jiang, Jiangnan indeed has stationed a large number of Security Officers at Jinghai No. 3 Middle School..."

Hearing the subordinate's report, the Black-robed Man's mouth twitched upward, revealing a scornful smile.

"Jiangnan?"

He repeated the name with contempt.

"Just that. I guessed correctly after all!"

Wenshen Dahan and Langtou stood nearby; hearing this, their brows furrowed, and a hint of doubt flashed across their faces.

"Yin Teng."

He spoke, his voice low and rugged.

"How could he assume Jinghai No. 3 Middle School?"

Langtou wore a puzzled expression.

In his view, Jinghai City is so vast; why would Jiangnan specifically pick Jinghai No. 3 Middle School?

The Black-robed Man rose slowly and paced over to Langtou's side.

"Do you know about Metal Yin?"

Langtou shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

"From a formation standpoint, having stolen so much gold means we must set the array in a place with strong Yang energy."

The Black-robed Man explained, a smug smile appearing on his face,

"Unfortunately, he overlooked one thing!"

At this point, the Black-robed Man's face took on a mocking expression,

"He probably doesn't understand the principle that extremes reverse."

Langtou grew even more confused; he couldn't grasp what the Black-robed Man was saying at all.

The Black-robed Man seemed to notice Langtou's confusion and pulled a black, jade-like bone from his coat.

The bone exuded an eerie black aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"This is..."

Langtou stared at the bone, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"This is the Extreme Yin Artifact brought back from the previous River God Spring Operation."

The Black-robed Man explained,

"In fact, it's the River God's bone."

Langtou, hearing this, nodded thoughtfully.

"Is this... similar to the relics left after a high monk attains enlightenment and passes away?"

"Theoretically, yes. I didn't expect you to know this!"

The Black-robed Man gave Langtou a deep look, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.