Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu walked quickly.
So quick that within just a minute, he had entered the gates of Beijing.
Yet, Wen Yu also walked slowly.
Slow enough for anyone to see the corpse he was carrying in his arms.
The sad thing is… Wen Yu and Old Tang had disappeared from the mainstream of this world for far too long… Long enough that few people knew what the two looked like, let alone the labor and blood they had poured in, the great achievements they had established...
Using “unknown” would not be entirely accurate, but they certainly could not be called household names.
However, Wen Yu did not care.
He just wanted to bring Tang Haofei home — in the way a hero should.
And so, Wen Yu carried Tang Haofei all the way back to the Beijing Commander-in-Chief’s office. He closed the door and was alone with Tang Haofei for about an hour before the door to the commander’s office finally opened.
Thus, Li Quan'an once again received an order from Wen Yu.
“Grand funeral! National funeral level!”
“And notify Tang Hao, let him bring the Tang Clan to mourn.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Hearing that Wen Yu’s mood was slightly bad, Li Quan'an did not dare to say much and hurriedly went to carry out the orders, while Wen Yu closed the door once more, locking himself in the room.
…
Just a few hours later, Tang Hao and the Tang Clan appeared outside the office door, not knowing where they had been hiding.
Tang Hao knocked on the door, and as the door to the commander’s office opened, Tang Haofei, lying on the sofa, and Wen Yu, sitting in a chair smoking, came into Tang Hao’s view.
“Dad…”
At that moment, Tang Hao’s face was pale, tears brimming in his eyes, but he did not lose his composure. He looked at Wen Yu, gave a slight nod, then lifted the body of Tang Haofei, slowly exiting the room.
As for Wen Yu, he extinguished his cigarette and turned his gaze to the golden skill scroll placed on the desk.
Power balance…
Tang Haofei’s legacy was also what Wen Yu needed the most right now.
After a moment, Wen Yu took a deep breath, suppressing all the emotions deep within his heart.
The intelligence that Tang Haofei brought back indicated that the Immortal Emperor, although victorious, still could not integrate the power of the Heavenly Gifted Stone in the short term. This was Wen Yu’s last moment and opportunity — Tang Haofei was dead, and Wen Yu certainly felt bad, but clearly, as someone smarter than Tang Haofei, he did not like to waste time on “meaningless” things.
The mourning would stop here; next, it was time to get down to business…
With this thought, Wen Yu picked up the power balance and tore it open with force!
Golden light poured out from the scroll, falling onto Wen Yu, and as the golden light was absorbed by his skin, a moment later, a new skill appeared in his eleventh skill slot.
Power Balance (race foundation level, active skill)…
After briefly looking at the properties and effects of the Power Balance and confirming everything was correct, Wen Yu’s gaze flickered as he raised his right hand.
On his right hand, the one-eyed entity transformed into a ring, lightly jumping, and shortly, a tiny dog head appeared on the ring.
“Let’s begin…”
Wen Yu said and took out an item.
High-Efficiency Skill Extractor (race foundation level artifact): After injection, it can forcibly extract one skill from the target unit's body.
For the one-eyed entity, Wen Yu certainly could not use the extinction of life or heavenly insight stripping. Although extracting skills was rare, for someone of Wen Yu’s status and strength, obtaining one was incredibly easy.
The one-eyed entity obediently lay there, allowing Wen Yu to insert the syringe-style high-efficiency skill extractor into its body. With a surge of rich soul light, soul fragments emerged in the extractor — this was the essence of the blood flesh balance…
Then, Wen Yu casually erased his tenth skill — Dark Drift (SS level, active skill) — and inserted the skill extractor into his right arm.