Chapter 54: Dismantling Requires Skill

In the vast scrapyard, piles of discarded metal rose like mountains. All around were machines, vehicles, and appliances, stripped of limbs or utterly unrecognizable. Their numbers were immense. If sold as-is, they might fetch several tens of thousands. Yet the owner thought it unprofitable, preferring to have someone disassemble everything so that usable, valuable, and worthless parts could be separated and sold individually for greater gain. Thus, workers were hired for the task. Brute force alone would not suffice.

Everyone had also greeted the guide in turn, mainly for introductions, aware that they would need the guide for their journey ahead.

At this moment, Sun Yang’s eyes shone with a sharp brilliance, and a surge of uncontrollable hostility was slowly building within him. It was easy to see how much he valued the bronze box—he would tolerate no mishap.

Santos appeared docile, but inwardly disagreed. On the snowy peak of Mount Fuji, Jin Henry had been struck from a cliff by Liu Lang’s punch. Some curious onlookers later went down to investigate and found no trace of Jin Henry’s corpse, but in several spots, they discovered large pools of blood.

In any case, as long as Feng Jun acknowledged the three of them, it didn’t matter if they lacked identification badges—having a superior meant belonging to the family; that was the essence.

Generally speaking, a decent secret realm would always yield some mid-grade spirit stones, and those able to use raw mid-grade spirit stones directly would at least be elders of the Golden Core rank.

Granny Long’s spirit summoning involved letting a ghost possess her, then conversing with the ghost’s family. Some were full-fledged spirits, others were not.

“In this remote mountain region, the concept of ‘nation’ has faded from my mind. Everything is about survival. The well you mentioned—is that true?” the old man asked.

Neither had anticipated the other’s reaction, and at that instant, each glimpsed surprise in the other’s eyes.

“My lord Guardian, if you wish to see, of course there is no objection. Please, follow me back to the Blazing Flame Tribe,” the young man said.

Sun Yang knew better than anyone the force of his own blow. Though Boss Wang’s face was smeared with blood and looked terrifying, he hadn’t suffered any real injury—nowhere near fatal.

Halfway to his destination, Deng She happened to encounter Guan Duo’s attendant, who was looking for him. On inquiry, he learned that Pan Cheng and Sha Liu’er had returned to the city, and Guan Duo had summoned his generals for a grand council of war. Deng She dared not tarry, hurriedly followed the attendant, and changed course for the provincial capital.

The Paramount Gang was a group formed by demi-humans striving to make a living here. Along the ancient trade routes, they wielded considerable power, especially with their close ties to the demi-humans deep in the Forest of Oblivion. Offending them could mean death without even knowing how it happened; even powerful and influential families avoided crossing them lightly.

They had only flown a short distance when a thunderous roar sounded ahead. Both extended their spiritual senses and saw, not far away, two figures locked in fierce battle, the space around them torn by wild, raging currents of energy.

After browsing the news, Su Muzhe opened the “Spirit Ferryman” website, and to his surprise, actually found something of interest.

Deep in thought, Yun Chongbo couldn’t help but glance back the way he’d come: a faint, barely visible trail of footprints winding over the mountains.

In the midst of a shockwave that seemed to annihilate everything, Liu Junhuai shouted, true essence surging about him, surrounded by ripples of energy like spreading waves. Bathed in lightning, his aura grew ever stronger, and the golden light of protection burst forth.

The tentacle bug was highly intelligent; it had already determined who posed the greatest threat. Qiao Sha’s heart and mind tensed—he could no longer expect Su Zhuo to appear in time; now, everything depended on himself.

Di Jun hurried forward to help him up, saying, “It was my fault—I failed to discern the great formation and sent my demon kin into it. As a result, a million of our kind perished, and even the mighty Xiaotian and Rong fell within the array. The blame is mine, and mine alone.” With that, he bowed deeply to all the demon clans present.