Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”Reporting to Your Highness, according to our intelligence system, a major incident occurred at the Yin Yang Shishen Sect of Han Country. The Hell Spiritual Vein located on Flame Island of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect was stolen,” a man kneeling on the ground said in a hoarse voice.

”Oh?”

The young man sitting on the throne finally showed a trace of emotion on his face, then smiled and said, ”I didn’t expect the Yin Yang Shishen Sect to suffer such a big loss, but for us, it’s not a bad thing. Keep investigating, and find out who dared to steal the spirit vein from the Yin Yang Shishen Sect?”

”Yes, Your Highness!”

The two replied in unison.

A moment later, the youth on the throne dissolved into wisps of black gas and dispersed into the air.

Meanwhile, in a wealthy villa area twenty kilometers outside the castle, a p was being held. A handsome young man with blonde, slightly long hair and wearing a suit sat on a sofa, with two voluptuous models lying beside him.

The young man held a glass of red wine, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth: ”Hehe, Yin Yang Shishen Sect, spirit vein? Whoever stole the spirit vein, no one can stop us from returning again!”

In St. Paul’s Church, a priest in a white robe was inside, flipping through an old, worn Holy Bible by candlelight. He exuded an air of holiness and radiance, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Outside the church, two men with white wings extending from their backs and dressed in white suits swept through the dark sky and landed outside the church, then strode inside.

”Didn’t I say not to disturb me without my orders?”

Inside the church, the bald priest flipping through the Bible said in a deep voice.

”Sir, it’s important!”

The two men in white suits already walked into the church, and the two white wings on their backs suddenly retracted into their bodies, showing utmost respect.

”Hmm?”

The bald priest closed the Bible in his hand, stood up, turned his head to look at the two, and slightly frowned, ”What is it?”

”The spirit vein of Yin Yang Shishen Sect was stolen by a mysterious person!” one of the men in white suits answered.

The bald priest froze for a moment, furrowing his brow, ”Someone actually dared to steal a spirit vein?”

A spirit vein is the source of Spiritual Energy and is extremely important to sects and cultivators in various countries. The value of a spirit vein is unimaginable; stealing one is equivalent to declaring war on all cultivators in that country.

”You better investigate thoroughly and find out who stole the spirit vein.” The bald priest instructed.

”Yes, sir.”

The two nodded in unison, spread their white wings, and turned into two streaks of flowing light to leave the church.

Almost every major force around the globe received the news simultaneously.

Every force has spies implanted within each other, and the uproar over the stolen spirit vein made it impossible to cover up the news.

Huaxia.

In the Nine Continents Secret Realm, within the Qilin Martial Arts School.

The four masters of the school gathered together, Fang Tangjing, Wu Yingxi, Wu Jinfeng, Liang Yuan, and Yingzi sat on carved sandalwood chairs.

”Yingzi, have you heard? Someone actually extracted the spirit vein from Flame Island of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, what a bold move!” Wu Jinfeng laughed heartily, looking somewhat gleeful.

”I’ve also heard about it, the people of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect are probably hopping mad.” Liang Yuan followed up with a laugh.

”The Yin Yang Shishen Sect only has four spirit veins, and now someone has taken one, naturally, it will hurt their vitality. But who would dare to steal a spirit vein from the Yin Yang Shishen Sect? That would mean making a life-and-death enmity with the entire Yin Yang Shishen Sect,” Wu Yingxi raised an eyebrow and said with a smile.

Fang Tangjing smiled and said, ”Anyone capable of doing such a world-shaking thing probably can’t be found globally. Could it have been Lin Mo?”

”The master?” Yingzi knitted her willow leaf eyebrows, a curious look on her doll-like face, Lin Mo hadn’t mentioned anything about this to her.

”There’s no conclusion on this matter yet, so let’s not speculate. If Lin Mo returns, we can ask him.” Liang Yuan said solemnly.

Fang Tangjing also showed a serious expression and said, ”Yes, there’s no conclusion on this matter yet, and the news must not be spread recklessly.”

Everyone nodded.

Inside the Azure Dragon Martial Arts School.

Two disciples were practicing their cultivation technique halfway up the mountain, one of the youths threw out his fists, making a series of loud explosive sounds in the air, nine in succession, making the air burst.

”Brother Luo, your Nine Waves has reached the Great Achievement Realm, congratulations!”

Another youth watching from the side showed a respectful and obsequious smile.

”It’s just a low-grade Yellow Rank First Grade martial arts; Master promised that once I practice Nine Waves to the Peak, I could choose a Mystic-grade martial arts for cultivation.” Luo Danhua clenched his fists, a gleam of determination in his eyes.

”I must get stronger; I must repay the humiliation a hundredfold, Lin Mo!” Luo Danhua gritted his teeth, quietly vowing in his heart.

Two years ago, Lin Mo not only killed his brother Luo Shaoshou but also suppressed the Luo Family, which Luo Danhua has deeply buried in his heart, silently swearing one day, he will reclaim the previous shame from Lin Mo.

The incident of Yin Yang Shishen Sect’s spirit vein being stolen is no longer a secret in the global cultivation forces, prompting all major forces to strengthen their control and defense of spirit veins.

No one knows who dared to extract someone else’s spirit vein, which is equivalent to becoming enemies with a nation’s cultivators!

This year has been designated by the cultivation world on Earth as the Year of the Spirit Vein Loss Event! The Yin Yang Shishen Sect has also become the laughingstock of the global cultivation forces.

And the mastermind behind all this is currently navigating an unknown secret realm.

”Mr. Lin, do you feel anything different?”

Zhen Yuanzi floated in mid-air, following alongside Lin Mo.

The two walked through the palace, and the further they went, the more they felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety, with the ancient eternal aura growing stronger.

”Yes, I feel a sense of pressure as well.”

Lin Mo’s face grew solemn, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, as the two continued forward along the palace corridor, which was growing wider. Ancient long-burning lamps still burned on both stone walls, seemingly everlasting.

Compared to the sudden pressure, the blood within Lin Mo seemed to surge even more, a feeling of heightened excitement and exhilaration, vaguely making him feel that something ahead was calling and guiding him.

”Mr. Lin, we should proceed with caution!”

Zhen Yuanzi said seriously, forming a spell with his hands. Seven palm-sized Ghost Banners appeared around them and revolved in the air, ready to protect them at any moment.

”Hm.”

Lin Mo also summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, holding it in his hand.

The two cautiously continued along the corridor, and after about two hours, they reached a corner. As they turned the corner, both widened their eyes, seeing a bright light a kilometer ahead.

”Could that be the exit?” Zhen Yuanzi widened his eyes and said.

”I don’t think so. If it were so easy to find an exit, there wouldn’t be so many strange places here. Let’s proceed carefully.”

Lin Mo mused.

”Okay.” Zhen Yuanzi nodded, ready to cast magic if danger arose.

However, when the two reached the brightly lit end of the corridor, they didn’t encounter any danger.

To be continued tomorrow.