Chapter 590: Chapter 322: Only an Idiot Would Believe the West State Boss Is Sequence Seven!
[Immortal Technique Battle Erupts in Silver City]
[Picture]
In the photo, there’s an alley where vine silk is explosively growing.
Bai Mo’s face was expressionless, but his heart was slightly troubled.
This cleaner woman is quite sneaky, actually slicing her own arm?
The seed she left for Su Baitao wasn’t anything of good quality, its function is rather limited.
This time, letting that cleaner woman escape, you could only say... she was ruthless!
In the group chat, Chairman Chen Shu, Professor Zhang, and others were all quite excited.
[This is the West State Boss, making a move again!]
[Hurry up and have the material department go to the scene to collect samples!]
[I’ll find someone to write a news release right now, let those Dark Side guys see that the West State Boss is also concerned with Silver City!]
[I’ve already arranged for a helicopter, heading there now!]
Wu Qingyun sat next to him, also staring at her phone, her heart racing with curiosity, wondering what exactly happened there, what kind of battle, what kind of Immortal Technique, what kind of danger?
Bai Mo turned off the group chat, signed a few documents, handed them to Fang Xiaoyu, then opened a tablet and continued browsing the literature.
Another ten or so minutes passed when a student from the Immortal Grass Experimental Class saw the latest announcement.
"Oh my, there was another Immortal Technique battle in Silver City just now."
"What are the casualties?"
"I don’t know, it seems there were no casualties, but the vine silk flooded an alley."
Yang Zhan, sitting next to him, looked peculiar.
Holding his phone, he saw a message from his mom.
[I have something to deal with, won’t be going to the West State, help me entertain your classmates]
Yang Zhan frowned.
[Does the Silver City news have anything to do with you?]
[Mom, are you alright?]
[Did you get hurt?]
Then he saw a selfie from his mom, sitting in the airport VIP lounge, looking rosy, covered with a shawl, looking noble and elegant.
[How could anything happen to me?]
Yang Zhan looked forlorn.
Her mom’s selfie exposed the "Silver City" words on the cup behind her.
Although he didn’t know why, his mom had indeed gone to Silver City.
His eyes welled up as he pretended to rub his eyes, discreetly wiping away tears.
[Mom, please take care of yourself]
[Don’t overexert yourself!]
Su Baitao immediately replied.
[Why the hell would I overexert myself, I’m living well and comfortable]
[Son, I saw a poem here, it’s quite interesting, hahaha]
[Picture]
It was a poem collection that Su Baitao casually snapped a photo of in the airport VIP lounge.
It was a modern poem.
[To the Oak Tree]
[If I love you]
[I would never be like the Ling Xiaohuo vine flower]
[Using your tall branches to show off myself]
Yang Zhan looked puzzled.
His mom was the mastermind behind Dongguo, ruling over a region, having taken countless lives, how could she suddenly be interested in such modern love poetry?
[Mom, are you implying I should be independent and strong?]
[Silly son, I’m saying what’s wrong with being the Ling Xiaohuo vine flower?]
[Without climbing high branches, you can’t reach that height]
[If you need to climb high branches, then climb them!]
Yang Zhan laughed in exasperation, what kind of nonsense is this?
Before the Immortal Technique Era emerged, his mom was the self-made head of a chain beauty clinic.
After the Immortal Technique Era emerged, his mom was the mastermind ruling the area.
How could she say such things?
As he laughed, he suddenly started to cry.
Suddenly understanding his mom’s meaning.
The Ling Xiaohuo vine flower needs support to rise high.
And now, Dongguo City precisely needs such a flower blooming high above.
He suddenly got up, avoiding his classmates’ gaze, went to the office door, turned into the restroom, clutching the sink, covering his mouth, silently crying, tears streaming down his face.
...
The wind howled.
Dark clouds covered the sky.
In the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo sat behind the desk, positioning himself comfortably, reclining with his eyes slightly closed, examining the intelligence provided by Su Baitao.
There was still that same writing desk, and that slender hand, holding a pen, writing.
[Thank you, boss! I almost fell today, it’s thanks to you!]
Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.
No need to say such things.
[When she caught me today, I was really scared; my movements turned slow-motion, even my fingers pinching became incredibly slow]
[Why can your vine silk grow so fast?]
Bai Mo frowned slightly.
This is not something that can be explained in just a few words.
If you don’t understand, then forget it.
[I have this feeling that she doesn’t want to kill me.]
[She tied that talisman to my wrist and seemed to want to capture me alive?]
[I don’t know the details of the previous battlefield in Sichun. Did something like that happen?]
[Wasn’t the West State boss almost captured alive too?]
At this point, the intelligence report was finished.
Bai Mo disconnected the link and pondered a bit.
"Capture alive?
"Seems like... it indeed carries that implication?
"What do these newly emerged Prince bloodlines want by capturing Immortal Technique Masters alive?"
Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the great hall.
"Eek eek eek!"
It turned out to be Po Po Rain, responsible for planting Southern Red Beans, dashing into the hall and stopping in front of the desk, babbling in a mix of fox language and gestures to report to their master.
"Eek eek eek, ooh ooh ooh..."
Bai Mo basically understood it all.
"Are you saying the Southern Red Beans have sprouted? With sprouts as large as your fox claws?"
Po Po Rain nodded, puffing out its chest with pride.
"Very good, haha.
"If they sprouted today, that’s normal.
"Having sprouts as big as fox claws means they’re planted very well!"
After Po Po Rain left, another vehicle stopped at the hall entrance.
Swish...
It was Quanquan Hu, carrying a stack of stone slabs, rushing in excitedly!
"Eek eek eek!"
The Bronze Mask hovered to the side, following Quanquan Hu, beaming with joy!
This batch was once again excavated with the help of Bronze Mask, containing the secrets left by the Marquis!
They could bring more surprises to Bai Mo!
Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes took over the documents, starting to clean them.
The three foxes knew what’s up with these documents, occasionally tilting their heads, grinning at the Bronze Mask.
Bai Mo felt a bit embarrassed too.
Once the documents were cleaned and in their hands, indeed, the signature once again revealed the alias the Marquis wasn’t keen on exposing – [Boring Little Master of Communication].
He set his expression aside, holding the documents, under the peculiar gazes of his fox apprentices, and began to read under the proud watch of the mask.
The Marquis’ documents indeed contained some jests, but also valuable and meaningful insights.
[...Today, the Marquis donned military attire again, holding the alchemy furnace, and upheld the Celestial Law, going to encircle and kill the treacherous Prince]
Treasonous Prince?
Is that even possible?
In the Nine Kingdoms of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, each nation had its path.
If treasonous, would it be easy to blend in other nations’ paths?
Is that even sensible?
[The Marquis’ military attire looks so handsome that it makes me want to have her children]
Bai Mo skipped over this sentence without heed.
[Many things, the Marquis has only just come to understand]
[For instance, the Prince Blood Technique essentially exploits the Immortal Techniques of bloodline kin.]
[A generation of Princes, spanning thousands of years in longevity]
[Yet the bloodline kin being exploited can’t live past three hundred years]
[As Princes, they experience countless partings and reunions, with their appearances unchanged, but always seeing old faces replaced by new ones, soaking up the tears and tiring of joys and sorrows in the passage of time.]
[It’s not really that joyful]
[The Marquis has already decided, this life, not to be a Prince]
Prince Blood Technique, exploiting bloodline kin?
Can’t it exploit those unrelated?
Bai Mo smacked his lips, frowned, and continued reading.
[As a matter of fact, the Prince Blood Technique doesn’t discriminate, exploiting anyone is possible]
[But the Nine Nations Celestial Law jointly agreed that the Prince Blood Technique should exploit only bloodline kin and not involve others]
[Those who violate this law are seen as treasonous and shall be condemned by all under heaven]
Huh?
Bai Mo read it several times, pondering for a long time.
"So, Ancient Immortal Dynasty uses this Celestial Law to restrain the Prince Blood Technique and protect ordinary immortals?
"Without this Celestial Law, if the Princes exercised their Blood Technique recklessly, exploiting ordinary people... the Princes would grow stronger, and ordinary people weaker, perhaps the Ancient Immortal Dynasty would turn into something else."
Bai Mo felt moved at heart.
This Ancient Immortal Dynasty, though bloody and cruel, indeed had many regulations, many systems that earnestly aimed to manifest fairness, maintain balance, and work towards making this civilization continuously develop and endure.
However...
"Prince bloodlines have arrived at today, without the Celestial Law’s restraint; exploiting ordinary people wouldn’t be seen as treason, without Celestial Immortals to encircle them, this...
"It’s no wonder they want to capture Su Baitao alive, and capture the West State’s boss alive.
"There’s yet another layer of reason."
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