Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 46: Surrender Order

After a flurry of activity, the meeting room was finally tidied up.

Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu, along with Lu Zhou, Zhang Shan, and others left the meeting room together, walking along the corridor.

It was the first time Lu Zhou and Zhang Shan had witnessed such an interrogation, and their faces remained pale, feeling physically uncomfortable.

"Since we can’t extract anything, we’ll have to continue with social work methods like videos, WeChat, and phone calls!

"Let’s see who exactly has had contact with those dozen thugs, and with that tattoo artist!

"Bai Mo, we’re probably not going to make it to the school-organized outing or the graduation photos. Let’s wait until after the college entrance examination when we can take pictures again."

Bai Mo nodded, suddenly feeling a bit emotional.

Zhang Shan, in just a few months, had transformed from a boastful high school student into a responsible and capable member of the Immortal Technique Committee. Quite a fast progression!

The group passed by a reception room and heard someone cursing loudly inside.

"I don’t care!

"Anyway, my student is already a senior, about to take college entrance exams, and now he’s had a cut on his buttocks and it got infected. He changes the dressing daily, has to stand to listen to lectures and do assignments in the classroom, how is he supposed to take the exams like this?

"Your Immortal Technique Committee must give us an explanation!"

It sounded as if it was a fierce middle-aged female class teacher demanding an explanation on behalf of her student.

Zhang Shan and Lu Yang exchanged glances. "Whose teacher is this? So aggressive?"

But they quickly heard not just the loud voice of the class teacher but also the sound of a woman sobbing inside.

Through the crack of the door, they saw a middle-aged woman in worn-out clothes crying in the corner of the sofa. She must be the student’s parent.

Everyone fell silent.

If it were just a fierce class teacher, it might make people annoyed and want to argue.

But when there’s an aggressive class teacher backing a powerless and helpless poor parent who can only cry, how does one judge that?

Bai Mo, Zhang Shan, Fang Xiaoyu, and the group turned and silently left.

They walked out of the corridor and entered the elevator.

Zhang Shan suddenly realized something.

"Wait, it was the Talisman Master who harmed her student, and our Immortal Technique Committee is also trying to catch the Talisman Master. Is she in the wrong place making trouble?

"Aren’t we on her side?"

Lu Yang, Yu Tingting, and others nodded in agreement.

"Right, maybe she came to the wrong place?"

Fang Xiaoyu sighed softly.

"Actually...maybe she’s not wrong. Have you heard of the Surrender Order?"

Surrender Order?

Fang Xiaoyu continued to explain.

"The case files have already been sent to Shangjing. After research over there, they posted a Surrender Order in the Immortal Technique Forum to recruit that genius Talisman Master.

"As long as he hasn’t committed extremely heinous crimes, he will get a ninety-one expert treatment."

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

Bai Mo was also puzzled, opened the phone, and checked the Immortal Technique Forum, and indeed found a "Surrender Order" section. The section was densely packed with Surrender Orders.

The second item pinned to the top was: [Surrender Order for the Genius Talisman Master in West State City, as long as he hasn’t committed extremely heinous crimes or caused extremely severe social impacts, welcome to surrender... ]

Alright...although it’s hard to accept, it can be understood.

Fang Xiaoyu lowered his voice and continued.

"I heard from the secretary-general, in situations like this, with such wording, it indicates Shangjing really wants to recruit him.

"If they do recruit him, Shangjing would take him away.

"Even if there are severe crimes, perhaps... " Fang Xiaoyu carefully chose his words, "it’s not impossible to negotiate..."

The elevator fell into complete silence.

...

The gray floor tiles reflected the gentle glow of the spotlights. A luxuriously decorated flat, with a large bedroom that smells pleasant.

Fang Bo lay on the bed, covered by a quilt.

His bedroom door wasn’t closed.

His father stood at the door, casting a long shadow, watching him fall asleep.

Fang Bo curled up in the blanket, frowned, and couldn’t help but want to cry. But he still drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he arrived under a cloudy sky, in the ruins of a shattered palace.

A skinny old man dressed in a tightly wrapped red robe and wearing red gloves was waiting for him.

"Disciple, you’re here."

This old man was none other than Fang Bo’s Ancient Immortal Master.

Three years ago, Fang Bo had a dream about immortal cultivation and took this Ancient Immortal as his master in the dream. Over the past three years, he made rapid progress, first promoting to Sequence Nine in one year, and then completing all Sequence Nine cultivation in two years, now only a promotion ceremony away from Sequence Eight!

Yes, he was the genius Talisman Master.

Looking around, he didn’t see his senior brother. In today’s dream, it was just him and his master.

"Where’s senior brother?"

The Ancient Immortal sat Fang Bo down side-by-side, slowly chatting.

"Your senior brother...was captured and killed by the people from the Immortal Technique Committee.

"As for you, you need to consider your options carefully.

"I don’t know the rules of your present world, but that so-called Immortal Technique Committee seems to have strong tracking methods.

"You and your senior brother contacted each other a few times in the present world, although infrequently, I fear they will slowly find some clues.

"It’s just a matter of time before they uncover your identity.

"Have you decided what you’re going to do?

"Join the Immortal Technique Committee, or... roam the world as a fugitive?"

Fang Bo showed no expression.

He had been a student for more than a decade, and being a fugitive seemed a far-off notion.

Joining the Immortal Technique Committee didn’t sound bad either. He only hurt a dozen people’s hips, didn’t kill anyone, didn’t set fires. If he really joined, he might get a high position. He could also break away from his original family. He’d be free from then on.

But...

"If I joined them, they wouldn’t allow me to advance to Sequence Eight, right?"

The Ancient Immortal Master nodded.

"In your society... of course, it’s not allowed."

Fang Bo fell silent again.

Advancement and surrender, two paths lay before him.

He looked at his master, observing the master’s thin face and triangular eyes.

"Master, what you said before, is it true? I remember you said... the bubble of dreams will eventually burst, dreams and the present world will touch and merge across the river of time, the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm will meet again, Ancient Immortals will return, walk the earth, rebuild the civilization of the world, rewrite the order of the world... I’ve always remembered this. Is it true?"

The Ancient Immortal Master looked calm and absolutely certain.

"Of course it’s true.

"The dreams you have, dreaming of the Immortal Realm, is a precursor to the Immortal Realm merging with the present world.

"In time, as the merging deepens, maybe us old fellows will get to see the present world."

Fang Bo nodded.

"If that’s the case, then why should I surrender?"