Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1422 - 1415: Muddy Waters Fishing

Chapter 1422: Chapter 1415: Muddy Waters Fishing

"No, no, this is not the time to think about that," Cheng Ziang shook his head, readjusting his attitude.

In fact, if one got used to the concept of the Flying Head Monster, Liseya was still very beautiful, after all, she was a Snow Elf known for her striking beauty, forming a sharp contrast with the charm of the Night Elves and the orthodoxy of the Wood Elves.

"Go, turn this place upside down!" Cheng Ziang gazed at Liseya and softly called out.

Liseya also gazed back at him, but her eyes were always filled with tenderness. Hearing Cheng Ziang’s call, she spun around in mid-air, slightly dissipated her magic, and then passed through his chest, exiting from his back.

This was Liseya’s way of showing closeness, although it inevitably caused discomfort due to the collision of soul consciousness. However, for Cheng Ziang, the emotion outweighed this discomfort.

"Wait, wait a moment." Seeing Liseya about to leave, Cheng Ziang suddenly called out to her.

Facing Liseya’s inquiring look, Cheng Ziang earnestly said, "Please promise me one thing, don’t harm those innocent, unarmed people."

Hearing his words, Liseya spiraled twice in place and then departed from him. Although she did not explicitly respond, Cheng Ziang knew that as long as he made the request, Liseya would generally comply, so whether she declared it openly was not so important to him.

Liseya’s figure merged into the night, the glow gradually fading away. About half a minute later, following a loud scream, the entire Yichuan Mansion suddenly plunged into chaos, becoming incredibly noisy.

After all, even the Advance Team would be startled by such a character at first sight, and these ancient people were no exception. The belief in ghosts and gods was still very prevalent during the feudal times, and even in modern times, many people were fascinated by mysticism. Encountering Liseya in such a form naturally frightened them greatly.

Moreover, it was even more fatal that Liseya was not just a frightener – she was a ruthless killer. If it weren’t for Cheng Ziang’s request just now, the Yichuan Mansion would probably already be laden with corpses.

"It’s getting chaotic, let’s go," Cheng Ziang, hearing the disturbance, turned his head and said to Feng.

"Please let me lead, I’ll protect you now," Feng said, shaking his long sword.

"Do you know the way if you lead?" Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but laugh as he asked.

"Um..." Feng was left in an awkward situation.

"Just follow me, I can take care of myself. The main concern is you," Cheng Ziang looked at her and said, "Remember, unless absolutely necessary, do not casually display your Magic Formulas. If someone recognizes your identity again, things could get very troublesome."

"I know, I’ll use sword skills!" Feng nodded continuously as she spoke.

Feng spoke with confidence, honestly speaking, among those Cheng Ziang knew, probably only his father, the sword saint Yalunte, could defeat Feng with pure fighting skills.

But Yalunte, who had been fighting and scheming for decades, was used to playing dirty. If they were to truly face off with just their sword skills, he might not actually be Feng’s match.

Moreover, now that Feng was following the Advance Team into the world, she had begun to fight dirtier, especially after learning Gun Fighting Skill from Yalunte. She would not discuss any rules with the enemy; if she couldn’t win, she would just pull out a gun, not feeling it was wrong at all.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the Yichuan Mansion, the two slowly approached the Treasure House of Yichuan Hong, making their way into the critical area of the Yichuan Mansion as if they were at home, guided by the memory of the Shadow Edict in Cheng Ziang’s mind.

This was a separate courtyard, its walls higher than those in other areas, with both visible and hidden guards, and there were even four warriors stationed at the door. According to Feng’s perception, all four were seasoned Cultivators without exception.

The disturbance in the Yichuan Mansion seemingly did not disrupt these people, who remained loyal to their duties, firmly fixed in their positions.

"What a hassle, these guys are blocking the way, making it impossible for us to sneak in," seeing this situation, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.

Screams and cries echoed from a distance, making it rather lively and casting this area into deeper silence. The warriors faced the distant firelight and remained motionless, showing little emotion on their faces.

"It looks like we have to fight our way in," Feng suggested to Cheng Ziang in light of the situation.

"Yes, we have no other choice," Cheng Ziang nodded, then instructed her, "We’ll fire together, take down those four cultivators, and then charge in together. If any fodder comes close, you take them down with magic formulas!"

"Understood!" Feng nodded vigorously, visibly excited at the mention of using magic formulas.

"No matter how skilled one is, he still fears a kitchen knife, let alone a gun," Cheng Ziang raised his Yuanzi pistol and aimed it at the distant warriors, couldn’t help but jest. After, as if thinking of something, he turned to Feng and asked, "Are you confident in your shooting?"

"Don’t underestimate me," Feng looked at him with some resentment, a rare complaint in her voice.

"Alright then, three, two, one... fire!"

Following Cheng Ziang’s command, they both fired at the distant warriors. Thanks to the superior muzzle brake and reasonable structure, the recoil of the Yuanzi guns, even when fired one-handed, was manageable.

The two Yuanzi pistols unleashed a powerful barrage, and the four distant warriors immediately fell, starting to roll and moan on the ground.

It seemed that cultivators were more resilient than ordinary people, and in many cases, even if their inner core was shattered, they wouldn’t die immediately but could still struggle for a while. This reminded Cheng Ziang of the Overturning Beast that had been brought down by the aerial fleet.

However, Overturning Beasts and the physical structure of cultivators were vastly different; naturally, they couldn’t be compared in the same way. The cultivators’ inner cores were used to store magic power, while survival primarily depended on other organs, unlike the Overturning Beasts.

According to previous reports from the Highpeak Dwarves, the primary sustenance of the Overturning Beasts was magic power. If survival in creatures depended on blood, the Overturning Beasts relied on the liquid magic power of the Source River.

To the Overturning Beasts, the magic core signified the heart. A cultivator might not die instantly when hit in the inner core, but if the heart were shattered, they would likely perish immediately.

Powerful cultivators stood no chance in the face of Source River technology; they were easily downed before they could react. After defeating the four warriors, the duo sprinted from their hiding spot towards the Treasure House.

At this point, the principal threat had been eliminated, and any remaining resistance, mostly inferior fighters, could be handled by Feng.

It should be noted, though high proportions of cultivators filled the Nine Thousand Battalion, not everyone was a cultivator. The quality of the Nine Thousand Battalion depended on the wealth of the nobility families.

Those battalions entirely composed of cultivators typically belonged to the top three wealthiest noble families of Kyushu. For a collateral branch like the Yichuan Clan of Jiangzhou, maintaining a fifty percent ratio of cultivators was already impressive.

Despite this, the combat ability of the Nine Thousand Battalion was significantly superior to that of the Dongsheng forces. After all, in feudal times, garrison soldiers were much more adept at fighting than the mere day-fillers.

As Feng sprinted, she brandished her longsword while shooting in another direction with her other hand. Granted permission to use magic formulas, she cherished the opportunity, unleashing her accumulated magic power to the fullest.

Without the help of cultivators, the guards were as flimsy as paper to Feng. She quickly cleared all the guards in the area, including the four cultivators.

"Well done." Arriving at the entrance of the outbuilding, Cheng Ziang blasted the metal padlock with a shot, forcibly pushed open the large doors, and said to Feng, "You keep watch outside, I’ll go in and find the antidote."

"Could there still be danger inside?" Feng asked worriedly.

"There shouldn’t be," Cheng Ziang shook his head and reassured her, "According to the memories from the Shadow Edict, only Yichuan Hong can enter the Treasure House; there’s no one else inside."

"Still, be careful," Feng cautioned, then turned and blocked the doorway.