All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 710 - 83: Raid

Chapter 710: Chapter 83: Raid

Just as An Jing and the others were preparing to make their move.

At the southern edge of Xuanye City, near a suburb planting garden close to the safety zone, around a secluded manor hidden in a lush Evergreen Wood forest, one of the three small bunkers at the forefront.

This plantation originally belonged to a small agriculture company, the entire forest was said to be the experimental subject of a Cave Heaven Person. After the Cave Heaven Person successfully obtained the certificate of a high-class Spirit Plant cultivator, this garden was abandoned and later became a camp for vagrants, the unemployed, and fugitives from the safety zone.

Later on, a group of mysterious cultivators arrived and reused the ignored societal trash, transforming this manor into a secret underground fortress. They cultivated prohibited crops within the garden, and with all kinds of restrictions and hidden outposts seamlessly set up, anyone who dared to trespass would mysteriously disappear, making this scarcely visited garden a complete restricted zone.

Their equipment and quality were extremely excellent, the people around only knew that this area was sealed off, without clear knowledge of other details. However, the local vagrants and dangerous loose cultivators indeed vanished, safety in the area significantly increased, thus no one pursued their true identity, at most assuming it to be a corporate security project located there.

They were of course not company members. They were the Night Niche Gang. However, the local residents’ guesses were not entirely wrong.

Because the Night Niche Gang was, initially, indeed composed of a group of failed researchers within the company and their department’s armed security personnel. These researchers, stripped of corporate resources, some settled for a lazy retirement, but others still harbored hope to make a breakthrough and return to the upper echelons.

This naturally became harder than ever. Without the best channels and resources, they eventually had to put aside their research and used various means to earn money for survival. With their technology, and aid from some high-level managers within the company who thought these people could still be somewhat useful, they quickly found their footing.

However, the morality of the cultivators in the Tianyuan Realm companies was already inconsistent, with many researchers having no concept of human rights, willing to do anything for their research. These people had some restraints while within the company, but once they truly became a gang, becoming the company’s hidden hand for conducting banned experiments, they naturally became more rampant.

Especially as time passed, the original batch of researchers gradually withdrew, and locally trained gang researchers became the upper echelon, they completely turned into the Night Niche Gang.

In the fortress, Meng Ang, the third deputy leader of the Night Niche Gang responsible for intelligence, was intensely engaged with an extremely beautiful person in his office. Anyone who often watched Xuanye City entertainment programs could recognize this beauty’s appearance as very similar to a newly emerged pop star – whether it was the delicate face or the exquisite body, or even the silky smooth teal long hair, all matched perfectly.

Meng Ang’s actions were extremely rough, the powerhouse underneath him, looking more like a black market boxer than an intelligence officer, spurred his excitement with the weeping and wailing of the beauty underneath him, escalating his intense actions. After an intense session, he finally left satisfied, patting the person’s buttocks.

"Not bad, you mimic well but the voice is not quite Breath of Pure, it’s a bit out of character, change the face for me next time, I want the actress who won the best lead female, what’s her name..."

Meng Ang spoke with condescension, no request in his tone, just pure command. The beauty bowed her head, tearfully picking up her clothes, her body covered in all sorts of scars and bruises.

He of course did not need to ask, because this ’beauty’s original identity had long been officially declared ’dead.’ She now merely possessed her consciousness and skin as ’property,’ required to swap various prosthetic bodies and undergo related appearance surgeries to mimic whatever appearance they ’needed’ at any time.

She had no human rights, for her existence as a person had long ceased to be.

Meng Ang also had no regard for the desperation and resentment in the other’s heart; in fact, he relished it—if truth be told, this beauty actually had no skills, and if he really wanted to relieve desires, using tools combined with an Illusion Dream Device would be much more comfortable by many folds.

But a being with a rebellious heart, own thoughts, and an intact soul, to oppress such a life in reality, to force it into despair, to force it to accept its fate and suffer—that was the perfect seasoning for his pleasure.

At first, even Meng Ang felt this was a bit too evil. Although he grew up in a gang, killing and arson as natural as breathing, he would indeed stand up if someone in his neighborhood truly faced trouble from other gangs—after all, they were within his own sphere of influence, and one shouldn’t exploit too harshly.

But as he climbed higher, until he reached the upper echelons of the Night Niche Gang, he realized, how far were their deeds actually extending? How could they compare to those major companies?

They merely captured some vagrants and unemployed, or people from the Wilderness as experimental material, picking a few with good foundations to keep for personal enjoyment, ultimately nothing but imitation. Those high-level executives of big companies would go for real, sending the Gray Jiao Gang to coerce those they targeted, causing their families to break down and sell themselves.

Not only women, although desires are somewhat interesting to those above, what they truly target are prime candidates suitable for relevant biological experiments, and those who possess excellent Spirit Roots but lack credentials to prove they are either Heavenly Spiritual Roots or other Exotic Spiritual Roots—these ’geniuses’.

Xuanye City doesn’t need that many geniuses; resources are limited. But for experimental materials, to assist in the cultivation needs of their own geniuses as ’evidence’, ’Ding Furnace’, ’Control Group’, the more the better—the impoverished, destitute geniuses from the lower classes unable to capitalize on their own talents, ’commoner geniuses’ ’Wilderness geniuses’, they are the best sources of materials.

Having seen the upper echelons’ brutal methods, Meng Ang even considers himself kind-hearted! He may be a bit twisted, but he doesn’t kill or twist others, just indulges in corporeal humiliation of the soul, what’s that in Xuanye City? He wouldn’t kill after getting bored, just washes away memories and raises them, doesn’t he?

"Damn it, each mission is heavier than the last, those above really treat us like condoms, discarded when used up. When the Sky Surveillance Bureau comes to check, who knows how much we’ll lose."

Fixing his clothes, Meng Ang smoking, his eyes flashing as he scrolls through the gang’s information, cursing under his breath: "Those damn Divination Ghosts have failed too, how is it that every scoundrel around An Xuan so powerful? Is it even true, wasn’t he just an accountant of the Day Tiger Gang before? How did he become an outstanding student of Third Middle School?"

This plan targeting An Jing and Huo Qing was originally his idea. Those mercenaries were meant to test the progress of An Xuan’s cultivation during his seclusion, but to think not only An Xuan’s strength, but even Huo Qing’s powers were not fully understood, getting himself sternly reprimanded by those above, leaving him no choice but to capture someone to vent his frustrations.

At this stage, Meng Ang is not a fool, he knows he has startled the snake, provoking An Xuan’s side, and surely the Rusty Feather platform will also make every effort to retaliate.

In fact, he just detected that Rusty Feather platform is throwing a large amount of money, hiring Divination Ghosts to assassinate himself and others. Also, several mercenary teams outside the city have mobilized. Rusty Feather’s desperate counterattack is likely to start in three to five days; he must immediately prepare counterattack and defense strategies. If really attacked, the Night Niche Gang will indeed lose face.

Today, the frenzy of the Night Niche Gang is because traditional Spirit Stone channels are no longer important. As their foundation technology is shaken, they must ensure their prestige is not undercut by new powers. That Rusty Feather—a new power daring to oppose them directly—must be made an example of by striking down with severity.

Conveniently, those above also plan to suppress An Xuan’s momentum, now with one heart, they struck together.

"A Foundation Establishment stage power, plus a high-level Foundation Establishment Formation Martial Cultivator, and an middle-stage genius Cultivator possessing Sword Intent..."

Meng Ang, looking at the updated intelligence, eyes slightly squinting: "Not too difficult to eliminate, just need some preparation, call the mobile troops, fully armed for an encirclement..."

"Hmm. An Xuan has a record of directly raiding and beheading in Wilderness Tribulation Cultivator camps, we must also guard against their sneak attacks."

Thinking so, he shouted loudly: "Qiu! Qiu! Call the brothers over, we need a battle meeting!"

"Qiu?!"

Shouting the name of his deputy, Meng Ang suddenly sensed something was off. He felt a chilling, bloody scent, a cold breeze swirling like a blade pressing against his back and forehead, making his hairs stand on end.

—Damn!? These kids move so fast...

Bang!

Before he could even complete the thought in his mind, the momentarily past event made him, who lacked a Magic Artifact on him, roar and dive towards the broadsword by his desk.

But just as he exerted force, his office wall suddenly shattered with a loud bang, an invisible Blast Force piercing through the wall and striking his back, instantly tearing the flesh there into shreds, sending Meng Ang flying straight out and embedding him onto the wall like a