Chapter 491: Chapter 361: Wound of the Sage, Monsters of the Special Operations Group, Advancing Toward the Master of the River!

Kowloon Special Zone, thanks to unique geographical advantages and special policies from Huaxia, has been the largest black market in Huaxia and even Blue Star Asia for hundreds of years.

Merchants of different skin colors and hair colors from various countries come and go, trading everything that is legally marketable as well as resources from the gray areas that can be quickly sold here.

The streets of the special zone are ablaze with red lights and green wine, teeming with bustling pedestrians.

A tall man with silver hair, wearing a black trench coat and an English hat, with a sinister charm on his Western face, walks into a high-end bar.

The noise of the street disappears, separated by a wall, and the bar plays soothing jazz music, like stepping into another world.

Before long, a woman in a red evening gown arrives, holding a glass of wine that looks as sinister as blood under the lights.

The sinister man elegantly takes the wine, gently swirls the glass, and then drinks it all, a touch of intoxication appearing on his face.

"Honorable Mr. F, please follow me."

The man nods slightly.

Before a dim underground chamber staircase, the woman stops, gesturing for him to go ahead.

Accompanied by fluctuations of Spiritual Qi and the sound of mechanical gears, a door opens.

The sinister man descends the staircase, his eyes suddenly widening, revealing a grand and magnificent hall gleaming like a palace in the darkness, filled with display cases of all kinds.

Inside the cabinets are rare and unseen treasures from the market, broken weapons, martial arts, and fierce beast specimens.

At the moment, the hall is empty, and the sinister man walks elegantly between the display cases, finally pausing in front of a huge case.

Inside is a Blood Core nearly three meters in size, with five golden patterns on it, but if you look closely, you can see a faint additional golden spot beside the fifth pattern.

Soon, a few footsteps sound from behind.

A tall woman with a black cat mask, wearing a black elegant cheongsam, and long straight black hair, appears in the hall, her voice cool but not displeasing.

"Mr. F, the item you want is in this box."

A flash of Spiritual Light occurs in the Black Cat Cheongsam Woman’s hand, revealing a small, completely black, non-reflective box.

"Collector... I need to inspect the goods first."

"You may."

The Collector injects a sliver of Qi Blood Power into the black box in her hand, and with a delicate clicking sound, the black box blooms like a black lotus, revealing the contents.

A delicate, crystal-clear bottle holds a small amount of transparent liquid, which glitters under the light.

Under the light, the Collector gently unscrews the cap, and an amazing scene unfolds.

The liquid in the bottle suddenly seems to come alive, clawing at the air, silently roaring.

Seeing this, the sinister man’s eyes burst with a brilliant spark.

A living poison.

No mistake about it, the item before him was a concoction made by mixing the poisons extracted from the bodies of Highly Poisonous Fierce Beasts above Tier Eight with various Spiritual Medicines.

To poison a top Titled Grandmaster, it would only take a minute.

Several hundred years ago in the West, there was a rebellion against the Holy See, during which someone tried to use this poison to assassinate a Ninth Level Martial Saint Catholic Pope.

It’s said that the poison even included extracts from Tier Nine Fierce Beasts’ toxins, and although the poisoning ultimately failed, it did cause the Bright Church Court’s pope of that time to suffer rare Qi and Blood decline, severe Primordial Qi injuries, and left behind unhealable wounds.

The Bright Church Court considers itself a lineage of the Great Sages, with each Pope self-claimed as a successor to the Human Great Sage, known to future generations as the Sage.

Since then, this poison gained a terrifying reputation, known as the Wound of the Sage.

Consequently, the Wound of the Sage was classified as a special Ninth Level Elixir beyond Tier Eight, each drop worth extremely expensive, potentially costing billions in Upper Grade Spirit Stones.

"Truly, you’re a Collector of Kowloon... The money has been transferred."

"Pleasant transaction."

The sinister man quickly leaves with the Wound of the Sage, disappearing from the hall. Not long after, the Collector takes out a phone and dials a special number.

Beep beep beep.

The call connects.

"The one here today was just a small fish, not the main one..."

"Alright, I understand."

...

Southern border of Huaxia.

All the sunshades on a tour bus flying the Huaxia flag are pulled down, and the interior is devoid of laughter, shrouded in silence and gloom.

The middle-aged driver in his forties or fifties, shows signs of tension, occasionally observing certain figures in the rearview mirror, a few figures in trench coats, three men and one woman, with Western faces.

In the last row of the bus, a mother holds her three or four-year-old child in her arms, gently patting the child’s back, but her face betrays fear.

"It’s okay, nothing will happen, mommy is here..." The mother tries to stay calm, but her voice cannot stop trembling.

At this moment, a figure comes up beside the driver, a hoarse voice with a strange accent speaks,

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning... if you don’t want to die, just drive properly."

"When we reach the small town ahead, we’ll get off. It’s better for both of us."

"Alright, alright, I’ll drive properly, ..."

The middle-aged driver agrees repeatedly, knowing very well that once they reach their destination, it’s highly likely they will face death.

In the mountains beside the road.

Several soldiers are observing this unusual vehicle with binoculars, and one officer, after some thought, speaks in a deep voice, "The situation is somewhat complicated and quite tricky, drones and such equipment can’t be easily deployed... inform the Special Operations Group to handle it."

"Understood."

The bus continues to drive toward the border town, and the figure of a young woman wearing a windbreaker, with fair skin but a dirty face, holding a branch in her hand, appears on the road.

Hearing the noise behind her, the woman turns around, her face showing joy, while she shouts something and waves her hands vigorously, trying to get on.

The middle-aged driver sees this woman who seems to be a mountaineer, his expression tense, silently praying the woman wouldn’t board. His eyes unconsciously glance to the side.

"Don’t stop, just keep driving..."

"Ah, okay."

Noticing this scene, someone within the mountains speaks angrily.

"Ridiculous, truly ridiculous, it’s a whole bus full of lives!"

"Who is that person? Someone from the Special Operations Group?"

"Sent alone?"

"Still so young, what are they thinking over there, what does she want to do?"

Faced with the officer’s angry questioning, no one answered. They only knew that the identities of the special task force members were very mysterious and exceptionally powerful.

However, this time, the criminals attempting to hijack the bus and illegally enter the territory were not simple. The known information was that at least one Grandmaster and no fewer than three Sixth Level Martial Artists were on the bus.

Facing such criminals, if handled normally, even an elite task force would need to dispatch an entire team. Sending just one person from the special task force was rather overconfident.

That was a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

And then, at the moment the bus brushed past the young woman.

The glass of the bus window shattered suddenly, bloodlight flared, and chaotic cries of terror erupted from inside the bus. Moments later, the bus stopped not far away.

The terrified tourists inside scrambled off the bus, while the young woman walked against the crowd, boarded the bus. She casually collected several bodies off the vehicle and then took out a radio.

"The target has been eliminated, mission accomplished."

The young woman’s tone was uninteresting, her peripheral vision caught the sight of the middle-aged driver who was slumped in the driver’s seat, trembling in shock. She reached out and patted the driver’s shoulder.

"Uncle, don’t worry, it’s all over."

After speaking, the young woman got off the bus, waved to the mountains, and left.

Witnessing this, several soldiers in the mountains suddenly stood up, swallowing nervously.

"What terrifying power... I couldn’t see when she struck at all, and in an instant, she killed at least one Martial Arts Grandmaster?!"

"Monster, are all the special action team members monsters?"

The border soldiers in the mountains were deeply shocked by the woman’s displayed strength.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The departing woman repeatedly recalled her sword strike in her mind, eventually letting out a light sigh.

"Too weak..."

"Compared to that monster’s punch back then, still too slow, too weak..."

Her mind couldn’t stop recalling that day in the snowy plains, when someone delivered an earth-shattering punch that obliterated the Fifth Forging Grandmaster, Jing He.

Buzz buzz-----

The satellite phone on her body vibrated, soon interrupting her thoughts.

"Qingli, there’s a new task."

"Just say it."

"Some Western scholars are entering the border, and it seems a few are somewhat well-known. The action team hopes you can secretly escort them."

"Okay."

"Qingli, your strength has improved rapidly recently... there’s really no need to compare yourself to Su Mu, that monster."

"Mind your own business. Why are you so naggy lately, especially recently? I’m hanging up."

Qingli hung up the phone, her eyes flickered, contemplating that once she finished this mission, she would retreat for closed-door cultivation, even though she had no chance of catching up to Su Mu anymore.

"I still have to practice more, continually practice, I just don’t believe it..."

At the very least, she couldn’t let that guy Su Mu leave her Qingli far behind, unable even to see his silhouette.

From a young age, Qingli was called a genius by those around her, and she was a member of Qingfeng Hall under Qingfeng Martial Saint. In short, the proud Qingli was unwilling to be completely left behind by a peer.

"Lately, the border has been too restless, not sure what these guys are rushing into Huaxia for..."

Qingli’s tone revealed deep puzzlement.

...

Somewhere deep within the Giant Beast Cave.

Ye Wuhen and Qin Heng paused their steps, their expressions grew solemn.

Following their gaze, the earth appeared to have been torn apart by some peerless fierce beast, revealing a terrifying great crack, with enormous rocks floating in mid-air above it.

They naturally saw a Cave of Weightlessness before them, one of the passages to the upper layers of the Beast Cave.

However, right below this passage ran a great river, its waters rolling eastward, spanning the west and east of this layer of Beast Cave. At this moment, around the great river, there were numerous massive figures.

Every fierce beast exuded strong fluctuations of Qi and blood. While drinking water, these fierce beasts remained tense, constantly on guard for something.

Their gazes only briefly paused on these fierce beasts before unanimously landing on the same point, under the turbulent river, a faint terrifying aura seeped out, causing the eyelids of both Ye Wuhen and Qin Heng to twitch uncontrollably.

In the great river, there must be a peerless fierce beast. The strength of the Master of the River must be exceptionally terrifying.

"Should we take a detour?"

Qin Heng’s tone was solemn and serious, while Ye Wuhen hesitated for a moment before nodding lightly, reaching consensus.

"Okay."

The Master of the River did not reveal itself, just its faint aura made the demons on the Grandmaster List stop before the river.

The Giant Beast Cave is the world of fierce beasts.

Under such circumstances, even demons like them, despite joining forces, must step back.

Similarly, elsewhere on the same level, Su Mu also saw the same scene as the two, and his eyelids were also twitching, though very faintly.

Su Mu’s face held faint confusion.

"Could it be someone is thinking about me?"

"Miaomiao, or Xiaoyue?"

Su Mu’s eyelids had been twitching slightly, but he did not sense any imminent danger. Instantly, images of Miaomiao and his daughter Xiaoyue appeared in his mind.

At that moment, the calls of his wife and daughter also echoed in his ears.

Thinking of his wife and daughter, a doting smile appeared on Su Mu’s face. From his position, he looked far into the distance, where a strange scene appeared.

In the area where the magnificent river lay, massive rocks floated in the air.

"The Cave of Weightlessness on this level is quite apparent, easy to find... so let’s set out."

Finding the passage on this level so easily, Su Mu couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.

Immediately, he turned his right hand into a blade and broke open the head of the massive fierce beast he had just slain beneath his feet, extracting yet another Blood Core.

Then he stepped forward.

Heading towards the Great River.