Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1807 - 1800: Returning the Bone to the Father

Chapter 1807: Chapter 1800: Returning the Bone to the Father

Looking at Bailong An’s appearance, the image Feng had slowly built up of her father shattered once again.

It turned out that the so-called father was eager to meet her only to make her repay what she owed him.

"Is that really what you think?" Feng asked expressionlessly, her tone flat.

"I..."

Upon hearing Feng’s indifferent tone, Bailong An instantly realized his words were slightly biased, so he appeared somewhat embarrassed, unsure of how to continue.

"I was just..."

"Alright, I understand. What I owe you, I’ll return, is that right?" Feng asked coldly.

"It’s not like that, I was only speaking out of anger, you don’t have to take it to heart. You’re my daughter, and after reclaiming the throne, even if you don’t sit on it, the position will always be yours, and I’m doing this for your good..."

"There’s no need for it, I don’t care," Feng’s attitude remained indifferent. "If you want to seize power, I can help you. But once it’s done, we go our separate ways—you walk your sunny path, I’ll cross my solitary bridge. We will have no further ties!"

"Do you really have to be so heartless?" Bailong An asked imploringly.

Feng ignored his plea, turned and said without looking back, "I’m going back to say my goodbyes, then I’ll return. Before reaching our goal, you can make me do anything, I will have no complaints, even if it costs me my life."

After speaking, she headed out the door without looking back. As she took a few steps, Bailong An’s puzzled roar sounded from behind: "Are those foreigners really that good?"

Feng halted briefly, speaking to herself in a voice only she could hear, "They are the real family, you are not..."

With that said, she ignored the large men around her, heading straight for the exit.

Faced with her departure, the large men looked at each other, unsure whether to stop her as they hadn’t received any instructions, and could only let Feng leave.

After leaving the place, Feng quickly walked to the spot where two Forbidden Army soldiers lay unconscious. Luckily, they were merely fainted and not harmed.

After waking up the two soldiers, Feng returned to the mansion under their escort.

In the mansion, Feng did not disturb anyone and returned to her room, neatly arranging all the weapons she carried on the table, including the mask of the Ghost Race.

She then picked up pen and paper and hastily wrote a brief note before quietly leaving the room.

As she passed the hall, she heard the joyful laughter of Tangmo and Tang Guo coming from inside, which made her smile instinctively. However, she stuck to her decision and headed towards the front door without turning back.

Following the usual steps, the Forbidden Army did not stop her from going out nor noticed anything unusual about her, and the two soldiers who had been stunned dared not admit they had been knocked out, speaking vaguely instead.

Dispatched again, they dared not follow closely, only looking from afar, fearing another knockout.

Feng’s timing was perfect; Luo’er was still in the palace and Cheng Ziang had gone to the barracks. So, neither of the two demigods were in the mansion to notice Feng’s movement.

Feng easily shook off the two soldiers following from a distance, returning once more to Bailong An’s hideout.

This time, the large men clearly knew her identity, looking at her with more respect in their eyes.

She walked directly into the room, seeing the anxiously pacing Bailong An, and asked expressionlessly, "What should I do next?"

"You, you came back?"

Seeing her return, Bailong An appeared very surprised.

"As promised, I don’t want to break my word. What do we do next?" Feng said lightly.

"That’s great, that’s great," Bailong An exclaimed excitedly. "With this, everything is ready. We only wait for the Imperial Court to send troops, and when the inner court is empty, it will be our best opportunity to strike back."

Saying this, he looked at Feng, a sudden idea coming to him, and stepped forward to ask, "You have a close relationship with that national adviser, why not use him to understand that person’s situation, so we are more confident."

"I won’t help you contact them, so don’t even think about it," Feng said flatly. "And even if I agreed, the Saint wouldn’t agree; he’s not someone who tolerates such despicable methods."

"Then why not this, use you as a bridge, and I’ll personally talk to the national adviser; I’m confident we should be able to get along," Bailong An continued suggesting.

"Impossible!" Feng replied without hesitation, shaking her head.

She knew Luoer’s nature too well. Helping Bailong An seize power was interfering with internal affairs, which was absolutely forbidden for Luo’er.

And taking a step back, even if Luoer reluctantly agreed to intervene in internal affairs, he certainly wouldn’t help Bailong An.

Because Bailong An’s actions lacked legitimacy and righteous claims, someone as upright as Luoer would never associate with such deplorable people.

"Why do you protect those foreigners so much? Just because they adopted you? You are of royal lineage; their adoption is only justified; you don’t need to be grateful to them." Bailong An frowned slightly and said.

"Listen well," Feng said boldly, looking at him. "I promise to help you, no matter what you want me to do. But I have conditions—if you become Emperor Wu, you must agree to all the Saint’s requests and escort them safely out of Kyushu."

"Why say such a thing? The Saint has always been the esteemed person we’ve dreamed of; I will certainly treat them well. But first, we must reclaim what belongs to us. If we can have the national adviser’s help, it would certainly be better."

"Don’t bother them, I’m enough; seizing power merely involves a duel before the emperor." Feng shook her head and said.

After saying it, she lowered her head, muttering in Tasta language, "Since the Advance Team supports the Wen Family, then I’ll support the Wu Family. No matter which side wins, the Advance Team will be the ultimate winner."

"It’s a pity, but thinking carefully, the national adviser is heavily protected by the Wen Family; contact might be difficult, so it’s best not to take this risk."

Bailong An did not hear Feng’s whisper, as he mumbled to himself, seemingly unaware of his daughter’s state of mind.

"No matter what, with a daughter like you, the odds for me have greatly increased."

As Bailong An spoke, he was about to reach out to Feng, but she dodged him with clear reluctance.

"Tell me what to do next, who to eliminate?" Feng said calmly.

"There’s no need to rush; let’s lie low for now," Bailong An gestured dismissively. "The new army of the Wen Family is still stationed in the suburbs; it’s not the right time to act. Let’s wait until the new army is deployed, then it will be our chance to strike."

Meanwhile, in the mansion, Tangmo and Baiyue soon noticed something amiss and found the letter Feng left with the equipment. After reading it, the two girls became panicked but didn’t know how to find Feng.

Finally, when Luo’er and Cheng Ziang returned to the mansion, Tangmo explained the situation carefully and handed over the note Feng left.

The atmosphere in the mansion became so oppressive it was suffocating; Luo’er, usually amiable, had a somber face, looking expressionlessly at the letter Feng had left behind.

Feng’s vocabulary was limited, so the content of the letter was simple, containing only three sentences:

I have found my father.

I am the Princess.

I will help you.

After reading the letter, Luo’er took a deep breath and proceeded to look at the letter Feng deliberately left for him.

After reading this letter, Luo’er slammed down on the table vigorously, gritting his teeth and saying, "Despite our precautions, we couldn’t prevent it. It seems prophecy is inevitable."

Everyone was startled, and Tangmo stammered, "I-I noticed her absence two hours ago... I just found out by asking the guards at the door... "

"What were you doing in the mansion? How come you can’t even keep track of a living person?" Luo’er yelled angrily.

"S-Sorry... "

"It’s not fair to say that," Cheng Ziang, unaffected by Luo’er’s emotions, spoke calmly, "After all, Feng is not a prisoner, who would have nothing better to do than keep an eye on her all the time? Would we really monitor our companions?"