Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 481 A-level missions, the terrifying Beiming Arts! [1 more]

Chapter 481: 481 A-level missions, the terrifying Beiming Arts! [1 more]

Thunder rumbled from the depths of the gray sky and exploded by everyone’s ears.

At this moment, the entire sky was covered with dark clouds.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, lightning struck, instantly burning a tree to a crisp.

In just a brief moment, dense black and purple lightning, like a massive net, enveloped the skies above East Desolate City as if it intended to devour the entire city.

The clouds grew even darker, from the initial dark hue to a steadily saturating ink-like black.

Lightning darted through the ink-black clouds like a frenzied snake, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The howling wind nearly carried away Rong Yu, had Yan Tingfeng not quickly grabbed his shoulder.

Rong Yu had average talent in divination and was not strong in inner strength, yet even he could not maintain his stance, let alone ordinary people.

"Contact the town master, evacuate the city immediately!" Ye Wanlan’s voice was deep and heavy, "Move quickly, we won’t be able to leave soon!"

Yan Tingfeng had already issued the order to the 723rd Bureau stationed at the East Desolation General Office without waiting for Ye Wanlan.

Xing Yue’s expression was grave as she said emphatically, "It’s Art and Method, and it’s Taoist Arts!"

Ordinary people might think this was just a natural disaster, but she could see clearly that nature couldn’t change so abruptly.

Thus, it must be someone manipulating the weather, deliberately causing this storm.

"Could it be someone from the Southern Ming Principality?!" Rong Yu clung tightly to Yan Tingfeng, "I, I read in some unofficial histories that practitioners of evil Taoist arts from our side were driven to the Southern Ming Principality, and those practicing art and method there now are descendants of these evil beings!"

Yan Tingfeng paused.

This was not unofficial history, but a real incident from the past.

Over three hundred years ago, before Ning Zhaozong rebelled against the former emperor to take over the throne, the Jianghu was already in turmoil.

The then Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch succumbed to the temptation of evil techniques and began a massacre in the martial world.

At that time, even the combined forces of the Six Great Sects failed to kill him, and he was ultimately expelled from the Shenzhou Land Continent.

It was said that he had been seen in the Southern Ming Principality area, apparently taking on many disciples, at a time when the principality was still paying tribute to the Ning Dynasty.

Later, after he became the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, evil techniques resurfaced in the martial world, and he personally dealt with and eliminated many evildoers in the Southern Ming Principality.

It was as if the sky had torn open, and a torrential downpour fell from the sky, turning in an instant into a deluge, like the sea tipping over into the land.

"If someone wants to cause such a powerful celestial phenomenon, there must be a formation supporting it," Ye Wanlan said coldly. "But such a formation couldn’t have been set up instantly; they’ve been planning this for a long time."

After stepping into the twenty-first century, natural and man-made disasters in Shenzhou suddenly increased.

Clearly, many forces did not want to see Shenzhou rise again and return to the era of the Ning Dynasty.

"Lanlan, I’m going ahead," Xing Yue’s face was extremely grim, "I may not be able to hold out for long, but no matter what, we must first ensure the safety of the people in the city!"

She conjured an art and method and swiftly moved forward.

"Tingting, go help Xing Yue, it’s enough that I’m here," Ye Wanlan turned back, her gaze calm, "I believe in you, and you will believe in me too."

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng finally stopped in his tracks, giving her a deep look before changing direction.

The sudden celestial phenomenon in East Desolate City also caused panic among the residents.

[My god, this sky, could it be the apocalypse?]

[It’s hard enough to get rain usually, we even need artificial precipitation, what’s going on today? We’re already halfway through the story!]

[The wind is also very strong, I feel like the building is shaking...]

[It’s unscientific, absolutely unscientific, how could East Desolation have such strong winds? If there were winds this strong, the Southern Ming Principality would have been gone long ago!]

The action of the 723rd Bureau was swift as several teams arrived at East Desolate City to start evacuating the populace.

Ye Wanlan didn’t have time to look at her constantly ringing phone as she braved the wind and rain, searching for people trapped on the roads.

Meanwhile, in a chat group—

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Oh my god, folks, bad news, I’m on vacation but just got summoned for a mission to East Desolate City in Shenzhou, it’s an A-level mission, targeting a city with millions of people, it’s a big fish this time!

As this message went out, several avatars in the chat group started flashing.

[Cultured Person]: A-level mission, how long has it been since your unit issued one of this level?

[World’s Richest]: Where is YN sister? She’s not in East Desolation, right?

[Crazy Scientist]: Wen, are you still not moving?! Still chatting here, let me slap you on behalf of YN sister first!

[Deadly Poison Master]: An A-level mission? Could that destroy an entire city?!

The Supernatural Affairs Office also has a strict classification for each mission, based on the scope of influence.

If it’s just a room or a building, then it’s the lowest level D-class mission.

A block or a school, on this scale, would already be elevated to a B-class, as it affects tens of thousands of people.

But if it’s a city, especially one like East Desolate City with a population of tens of millions, then it is an A-class mission.

And the target of an S-class mission is something that could destroy an entire continent or ocean.

In the over two hundred years since the Supernatural Affairs Office was established, only two S-class missions had been issued.

And both times, it was the great tsunami in the Southern Nanling Sea, which almost swallowed half of Shenzhou and the Global Center.

Although A-class missions appear more frequently than S-class missions, they are still very rare, occurring only once in several decades.

Wen Chaosheng was in his twenties this year, and the last time the Supernatural Affairs Office issued an A-class mission was forty-five years ago—the explosion incident in the main city of the Southern Ming Principality.

It is said that this explosion also caused heavy losses to the Supernatural Affairs Office, with twelve elite members sent out and only three returning.

The remaining three were also so badly injured that they eventually had to retire.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: What do you know? I’m the team leader of an A-class mission, This is my first A-class mission ever, I’ve never seen such a big scene before!

[World’s Richest]: Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, I’ll have my butler send you.

Miss Kristin was clearly impatient as well, directly instructing a young deacon to take her newly bought two fighters

The young deacon was momentarily stunned, "Miss Kristin, those two fighters cost you forty billion, are you really going to—"

"Earning money is for spending it, if I run out I can always make more," Kristin said coldly, "Forty billion is nothing to me."

The young deacon had always followed her commands, and without saying more, he immediately went to take action.

At this moment, in East Desolate City.

No signal, all communications cut off.

The incident occurred so suddenly that the two hours were not enough to transport all the city’s residents to a safe place.

And clearly, the storm was still advancing.

If not for Yan Tingfeng and Xing Yue stepping in, East Desolate City would have already been completely destroyed by the storm.

"How are you?" Xing Yue gritted her teeth, "You seem to be in bad shape, you should rest, I’ll handle things here."

"There’s no need," Yan Tingfeng said indifferently, "This is not just Taoist Arts, it’s also Beiming Arts."

Xing Yue’s expression changed.

Beiming Arts and Penglai Magic, although both belong to Taoist Arts, are vastly different in application.

The Beiming Sect was also called an evil sect, and not without reason, as the initial High Priest and Sect Hierarch were traitors from Mount Penglai.

After these traitors broke off from Mount Penglai, they occupied a mountaintop, established their own sect, named "Beiming."

The implication of "Beiming" is a legendary sea where even the sunlight cannot reach, the darkest place in the northernmost part of the world.

The Sect Hierarch and the High Priest refined souls with blood, turning floating spirits into evil spirits for the disciples in the sect to command.

At that time, Beiming Sect caused a major dispute in the Jianghu, and only by the combined forces of Mount Penglai’s top powers was the Beiming Sect pushed back to Mount Beiming.

Later on, it was only when Xing Yun took over the Beiming Sect that those evil techniques were banned.

However, in terms of combat effectiveness, Beiming Arts were much more destructive.

"People of Shenzhou..." A low, deep sigh rose in the darkness, filled with a bit of pity, yet all was scoffing, "The current you are indeed too weak."

Without the core Art and Method inherited, how would Shenzhou continue?

Even if martial arts reach the pinnacle, indeed, they can break through magical techniques.

But looking through the history of Shenzhou Rivers and Lakes, how many have reached this realm?

Only a few, like the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower, Sword Saint, Four Directions Nobility, and General Shence.

But which of these individuals is not a once-in-a-world genius?

Heroes emerge in troubled times to create a prosperous era by burying heroes.

All geniuses perished overnight, and this star in the East, Shenzhou, dimmed ever since.

In these three hundred years, the star indeed reignited its light, but compared to the former Ning Dynasty, this light is insignificant.

In front of Art and Method, martial artists with Inner Strength only fall into despair.

"Overestimating oneself, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot," the voice still carried pity, "Give them some time, I want to see how long they can hold on."