Future Apprentice

The entire room was dumbfounded. Even Dongfang Shuye felt his own hands trembling slightly.

He knew exactly who Blood Spear was.

He was the culprit of a serial murder case.

The case occurred over a decade ago. At that time, Yanhuang Awakening tried everything to bring him to justice, even if it meant executing him on the spot.

But the final record in the case file stated that the case was closed and Blood Spear was confirmed dead.

If he remembered correctly, the person in charge who personally closed the case back then was surnamed Ning.

But what shocked Dongfang Shuye the most was the man in front of him, who had been reduced to a limbless torso.

Taking off the mask, wasn't this the infamous Shadow Warrior of Yanhuang Awakening?

Coincidentally, this guy codenamed Shadow Warrior was also surnamed Ning, except he was classified as a missing person, having disappeared during a mission.

Dongfang Shuye looked up at Lin Mo.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo had already turned and walked toward Ning Qingcheng, who was lying on another test chair.

With a casual scoop, he picked up the deeply sleeping Ning Qingcheng. His movements were as gentle as picking up a feather, completely out of place amidst the surrounding gore and violence.

Lin Mo's voice was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.

"Mister just said that Ning Qingcheng will stay at my house for now. She will be very safe, at least much safer than with you people."

Saying this, Lin Mo started walking toward the door.

Liu Zheng and the others exchanged blank looks. They stood as if struck by a paralyzing spell, their brains completely unable to process the situation.

Xia Zhi's lips moved. Just as she was about to say something, Lin Mo suddenly stopped and looked back at Dongfang Shuye.

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and casually tossed it.

The paper flew precisely toward Dongfang Shuye.

"Mister said he also wants to show off a little trick."

With that, Lin Mo pulled out a talisman and slapped it onto himself.

Lin Mo's figure, along with Ning Qingcheng in his arms, vanished into thin air amidst a very slight spatial distortion.

The whole process was so fast that no one had time to react.

Dongfang Shuye stared at the spot where Lin Mo had disappeared, his heart still palpitating with lingering fear.

He looked at Liu Zheng, "Just how strong is that Perfected Beixuan?"

At this moment, Shouzhen took a step forward.

"Very strong. Martial Grandfather said that even if that Perfected Beixuan stood right in front of him, as long as the other party willed it, Martial Grandfather wouldn't be able to see him at all."

Chunzhenzi had a record filed with Yanhuang Awakening, so Dongfang Shuye was very clear about his strength.

So, in the end, he took a deep breath.

"I understand. You all need to write down the complete process of this incident, without leaving out a single detail."

The matters here were not over yet, and Dongfang Shuye still had a lot of things to do.

--System: Lin Mo wants to do something at this moment--

Yangcheng, Lin Mo's home.

The air still held a lingering trace of the stable and old scent that belonged to his parents.

Lin Mo gently placed the sleeping Ning Qingcheng onto the large bed in his parents' room. The girl's breathing was steady, as if she were merely having a long dream.

He casually pulled over a thin quilt from the side and covered her with it.

After doing all this, Lin Mo finally let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

"I say, could our great and invincible cultivation system explain this?"

[Mission in progress: Take Ning Qingcheng as a disciple]

[Mission Reward: Master-Disciple System Unlocked, Divine Pen x1]

This mission was like a death warrant.

A dozen hours ago, he was still leisurely enjoying a second-half-price ice cream cone at MakDonDon, and this thing just dropped right onto his face.

Then came the message from Shouzhen.

Otherwise, Lin Mo wouldn't have been so proactive in going to Pengcheng, nor would he have taken Ning Qingcheng away without hesitation.

He even stood by and watched as the researcher named An Dongshan died right in front of him.

Lin Mo didn't have a shred of bleeding-heart sympathy.

Besides, his divine sense had already swept through the entire research base.

This An Dongshan had done his fair share of live subject experiments.

As for where those live subjects came from, that was hard to clearly say.

Therefore, An Dongshan was no good person either; his death was just as well.

Moreover, in Lin Mo's eyes, An Dongshan's research results were certainly nothing good.

Especially since this stuff would become a hidden danger to Ning Qingcheng.

That made it all the more necessary to destroy it.

If he really took Ning Qingcheng as his disciple, Lin Mo did not want anyone coveting her spirit root.

[Host, please remember, the missions given by the system are all autonomously issued based on the host's own environment and experiences.]

The system's mechanical voice sounded, and as always, it was as good as saying nothing.

"Alright, alright, your skill in spouting nonsense is getting higher and higher."

He walked to the bed, looked at the still somewhat childish face on it, and rubbed his temples with a headache.

"The problem is, if I take Ning Qingcheng as my disciple, what do I teach her? The Yellow Court Spirit-Nourishing Scripture?"

[Please rest assured, Host. The questline will be dispatched in due course.]

"Great, it's turning into a serial drama."

Lin Mo was completely speechless.

This broken system was extremely stingy with proper cultivation resources, but it kept handing out these long, tedious, and messy missions one after another.

Even now, Lin Mo had not yet formed his Golden Core.

Just thinking about it felt troublesome.

Lin Mo gently closed the bedroom door, isolating the room's peace from the outside noise.

Next, he still had things to do under the identity of Perfected Beixuan.

......

Yanhuang Awakening, Yangcheng Branch.

Dong Lingjun and Chen Lai sat facing each other.

At this moment, Chen Lai was drinking a glass of whiskey on the rocks, with a serving of fried chicken in front of him.

"Why are you watching me eat my late-night snack?"

"Just bored. Though here in Guangdong Province, we usually call a late-night snack 'xiaoye' instead of 'yexiao'."

Dong Lingjun pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his face indeed showing a hint of boredom.

"If you're bored, why don't you go home? You just have to watch me eat to find it interesting, huh?"

Chen Lai didn't hold back. Ever since he came clean to Dongfang Shuye, the Yangcheng Branch hadn't given him any trouble.

He was provided with good food and lodging, and they even showed him the reports from Pengcheng so he could make arrangements.

It was just that he still couldn't leave this place.

"Team Leader Dongfang has already gone to Pengcheng today. I estimate news will come back in a few days, and then you'll be able to leave here too."

"It doesn't matter. In the end, I'll just be leaving Pengcheng to go back to Tianjing and be an idle staff member anyway."

Chen Lai drank the last drop of liquor from his bottle and casually slumped back in his chair.

He stared at Dong Lingjun with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You know, actually, I've never trusted you, and that remains true even now."

Dong Lingjun shrugged indifferently. "That's fine. I don't need your trust anyway."

Chen Lai was left speechless for a moment before scoffing. "Heh, fair enough. Then congratulations to you, the future dual branch director of both Yangcheng and Pengcheng."

Dong Lingjun smiled but said nothing.

However, at this moment, a third person's voice echoed in the room.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid he won't be able to be the dual branch director."

Chen Lai turned his head to look, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a polo shirt and dressed like a stereotypical middle-aged man standing by the door.

"Who are you?!"