Published: March 1, 2025
Regarding the events happening with Wan Ping and Guan Tao, Wen Yu naturally had no knowledge of them. At this moment, Wen Yu was leading Xing and the one-eyed creature down the mountain.
It didn't take long for Wen Yu to leave the devastated battlefield behind.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Little Snow was waiting for him.
Seeing Wen Yu approach, Little Snow scanned his body up and down and didn’t find any obvious injuries before speaking.
"Did you take care of it?"
Wen Yu nodded.
"Then, are they all dead?"
"The one in charge ran away, the rest are all dead."
Little Snow fell silent for a moment, then nodded at Wen Yu.
"Thank you for avenging them."
Wen Yu noticed the hint of sadness on Little Snow’s face and remained silent, simply leading the way towards the city.
"By the way."
Suddenly turning back, Wen Yu spoke to Little Snow.
"The organization that killed them is called the Cult of the Demon Worshippers, and this organization might have significant power. Their research capabilities are quite strong! I think your military needs to pay attention to this organization!"
The implication in Wen Yu's words was that he wanted to leverage the military’s strength to investigate the details of the Cult of the Demon Worshippers.
After all, when it came to intelligence gathering, Wen Yu couldn't match the military.
Little Snow naturally understood the meaning in Wen Yu's words and nodded solemnly.
……
In a dimly lit room in Huaxia.
The room was lit only by a desk lamp emitting a soft orange glow, illuminating a small area in the center.
An elderly man dressed in casual clothes sat at a large desk, carefully playing with two round walnuts in his hands.
He was as meticulous as if caressing a lover, serious and focused! As the speed of his spinning walnuts increased, the old man's expression also grew increasingly serious.
"Crack!"
Perhaps the elderly man had applied too much force, causing one of the walnuts to emit a crisp sound and develop two distinct cracks.
Sighing, the old man shook his head, placing the cracked walnut on the desk, and spoke in a somewhat muted voice.
"This must be my last pair of walnuts, right?"
Suddenly, a voice emerged from the shadows nearby.
"Yes, sir."
The old man nodded, resting his right hand on his head while his left hand seized the cracked walnut on the desk, applying force as he continued speaking.
"I really enjoy playing with walnuts; do you know why?"
Before the person hiding in the shadows could respond, the old man slowly and powerfully continued.
"I love the feeling of the walnut changing in my hand, gradually becoming rounder and smoother. You’re still young; you might not understand this hobby of playing with walnuts."
"A well-played walnut and an unplayed walnut are vastly different!"
"Every time I spend years shaping a decent pair of walnuts, I treasure them because they represent my hard work!"
"They symbolize my efforts and my rewards!"
"What a pity, it shattered just like that! Truly a shame!"
After finishing his words, the old man slowly released his tightly clenched left fist.
Inside his palm, the originally cracked walnut had turned into a handful of sawdust!
"Walnuts are truly wonderful! They never betray your efforts!"
"But humans are different! Especially since the disaster began, particularly those cannibals I personally cultivated!"
"Their strength comes too quickly and too easily! They simply don’t understand how to cherish this power!"
"Just like this time!"
The old man's voice grew louder, and by the end, he could hardly contain his emotions, bursting into a roar!
His angry voice echoed throughout the room, even producing subtle echoes, indicating just how large this room, yet to be fully seen, truly was!
The old man slowly calmed his agitated heart, pondering for a moment before finally speaking.
"Have you found out who took the sacred beast?"
The voice hidden in the shadows immediately replied.
"According to internal military information, it should be Sequence Two."
Just as Wen Yu made a contract with the Faceless, the Cult of the Demon Worshippers’ control over the Faceless immediately became ineffective, and the news quickly reached the cult leader—this elderly man.