Chapter 112: Buying Time

Amid the crowd’s astonished murmurs, someone realized that this blue-and-white porcelain vase might soon become a testament to history. One by one, they pulled out their cameras and began photographing it. They knew that no matter who ultimately claimed this treasure, the chances of ever seeing it again might be lost forever. Overwhelmed by this urgency, they sought to immortalize the moment through their lenses.

As the shutters clicked in succession, on the stage...

Sister Li felt a surge of emotion when she saw Chen Shimei calling Zhao Mengyan on her phone.

Ultraman was well-versed in covert intelligence operations. Although Chu Bai seldom undertook such missions, he at least had the common sense to silently nod, choosing to remain silent.

Liu Ziqiang had always treated this like a game with Wenwen, so he spoke without any restraint now.

After their meal, the group returned to the dock. Zhang Shun shared news of the upcoming trip to Jeju Military Base, causing an uproar among them.

The mission remained the same: to collect the Yuanjie pearls and assemble the passkey. However, this time the quota was heavier—ten pearls per person.

“As long as Brother Chen guarantees it won’t harm anyone, Mingzhong can authorize bringing it back to the base for further research,” Shi Mingzhong declared loudly.

Zhu Yao glanced at the beach ahead. The riverbank was littered with dried branches and leaves, and faintly, the skeleton of some unknown beast lay among them. She recalled that after reaching the Golden Core stage, Mu Meiyan had come to this very beach, where a jade pendant fell from the sky. Within that pendant was the lingering soul of a fallen immortal.

Zhang Liulang was certain these two were backed by powerful forces; they were no ordinary thugs.

Fortunately, though these creatures possessed intelligence, their IQ remained their weakness. Dragon Xingyu knew exactly how to exploit their psychology and thought patterns to orchestrate circumstances favorable to him, guiding them to act according to his plan.

Indeed, if Gensokyo held no value for the Bureau or the people of the mortal world, there would be no reason for any transaction between the Bureau and Gensokyo.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the previous wavering seemed to vanish during his brief loss of consciousness. He wondered what exactly he had seen before.

Clueless about what to do, Cirno closed her eyes. Around her, ice flowers bloomed like frozen water lilies. Bloodied claws tore through the icy blossoms, and with the red weapon frozen and snapped, Cirno swung her fist upward.

“You claim ignorance, yet you already know that the Soul-Separating Demon Lord possesses the Spring Thunder. Surely, you knew these daggers were a set all along, right?” Zhang Tiansong forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart. He widened his eyes like copper bells, as if that would bolster his courage and prevent him from being frightened by the horrifying ordeal Liu Dong had revealed.

After all, there were experts on monsters and anomalies in the mortal world at the moment, so Sharp Brother, who intended to use this as retaliation, revealed a wicked grin.

The moment her hand touched Xiao Yimo’s body, a wave of deathly aura surged from him into her, overwhelming her defenses. She staggered back three steps, then vanished without a trace—an utterly strange occurrence.

Chen Yun noticed that while many icicles clinging to certain trees had not yet melted, sparkling sharply under the sunlight filtering through the branches, most of the ice that had encased the trees had already thawed.

What most monsters saw was merely the blood energy manipulated by traditional vampires, along with the blood mist that slowly eroded life across space.

Though the current situation was obvious to any observant person, Tong Chong’s unflinching bluntness startled Zhang Tiansong and the others. When had this cunning fellow become so easy to talk to? Could this be the legendary weathercock—turning with the wind?