Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 1795 - 1788: Sudden Arrival

While Cheng Ziang and Luo’er were both busy, the others left at the mansion weren’t idle either.

Baiyue planned to go out and gather information on the customs and culture of Shengyuan Qilan, which was part of her work. Ever since she set foot on the East Continent, she had been quietly recording everything.

The mansion where the Advance Team was staying was very secure; the armor-clad soldiers sent by the Wen Family were all elite, though they had the suspicion of surveillance, they objectively ensured the mansion’s safety.

Amidst such heavy security, probably only someone like Hun Jiansi could sneak in without alerting anyone.

But there was only one Hun Jiansi in the world, and she belonged to the Heterogeneous Hall of the Emperor’s Sect, so the Wen Family had no need to worry about the safety of the Advance Team members staying in the mansion.

However, once outside the mansion, even the Wen Family couldn’t guarantee absolute safety.

Hence, after discussing with Tangmo, Baiyue decided to have Feng accompany her. Tangmo stayed at the mansion to take care of Little Tangguo.

Feng’s cultivation had greatly advanced with the improvements from Huayu Ting, though she was still in the Jiedan Realm.

But that would suffice because not everyone on the East Continent was a cultivator; the vast majority were still ordinary people.

Of course, when Baiyue went out, the armor-clad soldiers assigned to protect her would not just sit by idly. As soon as they stepped out the door, three elite soldiers had already completed their disguise and followed them secretly.

"They’re following us." Feeling the anomaly behind them, Feng frowned slightly and told Baiyue.

"I know, how can they be at ease with us leaving? Let them be." Baiyue didn’t seem to mind.

"Are you sure we should just ignore them?" Feng asked with some concern.

"No need to be so cautious," Baiyue turned to look at her, smiling to comfort her, "With them here, you can relax a bit and not be so tense, just treat it as a stroll with me."

Though Baiyue was typically cold in demeanor, she could still offer a smile to those around her, sharing this trait with Cheng Ziang.

But Cheng Ziang was warm-hearted beneath a cold exterior, whereas Baiyue was indifferent both inside and out, showing apathy towards most things.

Hearing Baiyue’s reassurance, Feng thought for a moment before finally deciding to relax and enjoy accompanying Baiyue in shopping.

She stared intently at Baiyue’s profile, making Baiyue feel a little uneasy, prompting her to ask, "Why are you staring at me?"

"I just feel you’re different from everyone else." Feng replied honestly.

"How so?"

"I can’t quite say," Feng shook her head.

After a pause, she added, "I feel Luo’er, Sister Moumou, and the big guy are the same, but you and Cheng Ziang are very special."

"Is that so." Baiyue replied with a slight smile.

"But I know Cheng Ziang is a Northern Aud person." Feng continued.

"You’ve got a keen eye," Baiyue shook her head and sighed. Then she spoke again, "Cheng Ziang is from the Otherworld, the rest are subhumans..."

"However, subhumans are also categorized. The three you mentioned, Luo’er, Sister Moumou, and Hu Daoke, they are all of mixed Chinese descent, while I am of mixed Slavic descent, so naturally I’m different from them."

"Slavic..."

"Just like the relationship between Aud people and Ancient States people."

"Oh, understood." Feng nodded.

"Why is it like this?" After a moment of silence, Feng couldn’t help but ask again.

"Perhaps it’s fate," Baiyue shook her head lightly, "For example, you, you’re a person of the East Continent’s Kyushu but grew up in the Western Continent, and then joined Earth’s Advance Team as an adult. Isn’t that a remarkable experience?"

"But you’re also part of the Demon Clan." Feng remarked bluntly.

"Yes, which is why it’s poignant. A demon of the Western Continent, a subhuman of Earth, a Western Continent person of the East Continent, haha..."

Baiyue knew that everything could be traced back to the Origin Project over thirty years ago.

By now, she had no right to criticize whether the Origin Project was justified, because she realized that without it, not only would she not have these companions, but she herself wouldn’t have survived.

Back then, Dr. Anatoli flew with his pregnant wife across miles to Haiya Academy. Without the Origin Project already underway, Dr. Anatoli couldn’t have saved his daughter.

The Origin Project gave life to so many, including Baiyue and Cheng Ziang.

Although Princess Lin eventually passed away due to magic power erosion, Cheng Ziang was saved by the scientists and underwent genetic modification to make him capable of living on Earth.

And all of this stemmed from their captain, Luo’er.

Without him, the Origin Project would never have started.

Luo’er’s birth and growth signified the possibility of the existence of subhumans and proved there was no reproductive isolation between Earthlings and Otherworldly beings, which led to a subsequent series of plans.

"It’s truly poignant..." Baiyue murmured to herself.

She looked back to see Feng frowning, looking serious, and couldn’t help but ask curiously, "What’s wrong, is there something bothering you?"

"No," Feng shook her head, "Just thinking about something."

"What thoughts, can you tell me?"

"Luo’er said my fate lies in the East Continent, and now that we’re in the Kyushu of the East Continent, and I’m coincidentally a Kyushu native, I’m worried..."

"Worried about the fate that might come at any moment?"

"Mhm..."

"Did Luo’er tell you what your fate is?" Baiyue asked curiously.

"No, it seems he doesn’t know, or only knows bits and pieces." Feng shook her head.

"Don’t worry," Baiyue grasped her hand, softly reassuring her, "No matter what fate awaits, we’ll face it together, because we are companions."

"But, what if I choose to leave voluntarily..."

"Why would you want to leave voluntarily?"

"I don’t know, just feel there’s that possibility..."

"Do you want to leave us?"

"No, absolutely not, I want to go home!"

Feng shook her head vigorously, clearly revealing that, in her subconscious, home was with Lipei on the Western Continent, not in this so-called Kyushu of the East Continent.

"Then that’s fine. Consciousness dictates actions; do as you think, and that’s enough." Baiyue held her small hand.

"Do as you think, huh..."

Feng seemed a bit guilty as she said this.

For a long time, she had acted like a tool, doing whatever she was told without having any agency of her own.

If one day, Luo’er stopped giving orders and asked her to make her own decisions, she would immediately fall into panic.

The puppet accustomed to taking orders, could she grow into a person with autonomy?

As of now, Feng couldn’t provide an answer to that question.

She was used to the life arranged by others, entering the Advance Team was no exception, nor was joining it.

Luo’er’s meticulous care left her with no chance to develop, so she was very worried. Once confronted with a major life decision, she wouldn’t know what to choose.

While deep in thought, she suddenly sensed a threat, and instinctively drew her sword to strike.

Without channeling magic, her strike didn’t generate Qi Force but merely cut through an arrow aimed at them.

"Attack!" Baiyue’s eyes widened, instinctively drawing her handgun.

"They’re all around us!" Feng stated coldly.

Upon hearing this, Baiyue immediately turned around; the three soldiers reacted even faster than them. The moment Feng deflected the arrow, they had already dispersed to search the area.

"Stay put, they’re everywhere around us." Feng sensed her surroundings and told Baiyue.

"Why do we always encounter attackers, even in the Capital City?"

The street they were on was in the affluent district, so even during the day, it wasn’t crowded, making it a prime spot for ambushes.

Not long after the soldiers left, a person rushed from the end of the street. He moved at incredible speed and attacked the two girls bare-handed, without any weapons.

For cultivators, weapons didn’t matter much, and the stronger the cultivator, the less they rely on weapons, instead completely depending on their bodily abilities.

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