"Look at that young man, he must be the leader of this group. Should we attack now?" Feng Ke whispered to Ye Ling, peeking through a small hole she had poked in the wall in a corner of the secret room.
"Let's wait a bit longer. See if anyone else shows up. Then we can take them all down in one go." Ye Ling was not in a hurry to act. Before entering this place, he had already scanned it thoroughly with his divine soul. Besides Mo Ling's secret room, the rest of the place was just ordinary entertainment venues, and the only exit was the entrance. As long as they made a move, Mo Ling wouldn't be able to escape. There was no need to rush.
"Alright..." Feng Ke saw that Ye Ling didn't want to act yet and wasn't impatient either. She remained crouched by the wall, observing the group through the gap. At this moment, the several psychics were kneeling before Mo Ling, kowtowing repeatedly, their faces filled with fear.
"Is that a Snow Dragon Jade in his hand?" Feng Ke noticed the jade stone Mo Ling was playing with. She took out her own jade and the one she found in the secret room to compare. She realized that the one in Mo Ling's hand was the same as the two jade stones she possessed!
Ye Ling had already seen the jade stone and was no longer surprised. "They've probably mastered some technique to replicate Snow Dragon Jade. But the jade in his hand has no special spiritual energy within it; it's just for show."
"What are they replicating so many Snow Dragon Jades for?" Feng Ke asked, puzzled.
Ye Ling smiled. "Perhaps to lure you into a trap?"
"Oh..." Feng Ke nodded sagely, agreeing with Ye Ling's statement. After all, she was mainly relying on the child jade of her Snow Dragon Jade to find her master. The mother and child jades attracted each other. As long as the mother and child jades were within a certain range, they would attract each other. If Mo Ling and his group could simulate the mother jade, and she followed it with the child jade, she would easily fall into their trap!
"My lord, spare me!" "Run for your lives!!!" While Ye Ling and Feng Ke were chatting, screams erupted from the secret room. Mo Ling, holding a katana, decapitated all five psychics! Blood splattered all over the walls!
"A bunch of useless trash!" Mo Ling wiped the blood from his face with a handkerchief, walked to the throne, pressed a mechanism, and opened a secret door. Over ten fierce dogs lunged out, tearing at the corpses on the ground and devouring flesh and blood. The scene was extremely gory.
"In the end, I still have to do it myself." Mo Ling tossed the Snow Dragon Jade in his hand and walked into the secret door.
"Let's follow him." Ye Ling grabbed Feng Ke's shoulder, concealed their figures, and phased through the wall, following Mo Ling.
On the other side of the secret door was a moderately sized chamber. Various weapons were displayed on the walls, and in the center of the chamber was a small altar, surrounded by intricate patterns. Mo Ling meticulously wiped the katana clean, then carefully placed it on an empty shelf on the wall. Afterward, he stepped onto the altar and embedded the Snow Dragon Jade in his hand into the center of the altar.
"My Snow Dragon Jade!" As Mo Ling placed the jade into the altar, Feng Ke found her Snow Dragon Jade beginning to glow and heat up, showing a tendency to fly towards the Snow Dragon Jade in the center of the altar! The child jade in her hand was clearly treating that Snow Dragon Jade as its mother jade!
"Give it to me." Seeing this, Ye Ling immediately took the Snow Dragon Jade from Feng Ke's hand and used his spiritual energy to isolate the child jade's reaction with the fake mother jade.
"Huh?" Mo Ling looked back in surprise. Outside the secret door, apart from the dogs gnawing on flesh and blood, there were no signs of anyone.
"Was that my imagination?" He had just noticed that the Snow Dragon Jade he placed on the altar had brightened considerably. That was a reaction only when the child jade was within ten meters. Was Feng Ke here? The thought flashed through Mo Ling's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Although his subordinates had failed to track Feng Ke, this escape room was filled with his markings and barriers. If any other psychic entered, he would detect it immediately. However, none of those markings had moved, so it was impossible for outsiders to be here.
At this moment, a wisp of black smoke drifted in from outside, condensing into a woman in black who asked Mo Ling, "Did you catch Feng Ke?"
"Do the corpses outside look like she was caught?" Mo Ling seemed unfazed by the woman, fiddling with the Snow Dragon Jade and replying without turning his head.
The woman glanced outside, then said to Mo Ling, "The Master wants you to catch Feng Ke within a week. There's only one day left now. If you fail to complete the mission, you know the consequences."
"Alright, the operation at Long Dao Mountain failed, and now they're rushing me..."
*Zheng!* A sword's hum echoed. The woman's sword was placed against Mo Ling's neck. "You'd better watch your attitude."
Mo Ling raised his hands and chuckled at the woman. "Sister, don't be angry. I understand! I understand!"
"Swords and blades have no eyes. Could you please move your sword away first?" Mo Ling used his index finger to push aside the woman's blade.
"Hmph!" The woman snorted coldly and directly severed Mo Ling's finger!
"Ahhhhhhh!" Mo Ling let out a piercing scream, clutching his wound, his face contorted as he looked at the woman. "Xia Minglan, you crazy woman! Are you serious?"
Xia Minglan said coldly, "This is just a lesson for you. Next time you speak disrespectfully to the Master, it won't be your finger that falls off."
"You, you're ruthless!" Mo Ling, sweating profusely from the pain, his face pale. Without the energy to say anything else, Mo Ling quickly used his spiritual energy to stop the bleeding from his wound, then went to pick up his severed finger and reattach it to the wound. His finger had just been cut off, and he could still reattach it.
"That girl's ferocity is no less than yours," Ye Ling said with a light smile to Feng Ke, seeing Xia Minglan's actions.
"Like me?" Feng Ke looked at Ye Ling in surprise, her face full of disbelief, seemingly not agreeing with Ye Ling's assessment. Ye Ling just smiled and didn't explain further, his gaze returning to Xia Minglan and Mo Ling.
Xia Minglan sheathed her long sword, no longer paying attention to Mo Ling, who was cursing on the side. She walked directly onto the altar, injected her spiritual energy into the Snow Dragon Jade, and closed her eyes slightly. After a long while, Xia Minglan opened her eyes, looked at Mo Ling, and asked with a frown, "Are you sure Feng Ke is within Ginza Plaza?"
Mo Ling confirmed, "Absolutely! Those useless people just followed her. In such a short time, she couldn't have found the Snow Dragon Jade I buried in this area. She must be nearby."
"Unfortunately, she has already left." Xia Minglan stood up, the long sword condensing in her hand again, and looked at Mo Ling indifferently. "The Master only gave you a week, and today is the deadline. Now that you've let Feng Ke escape, there's no more opportunity."
Seeing the sword in Xia Minglan's hand this time, fear finally appeared on Mo Ling's face. "Wait..." "There must be some mistake!"