Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 453 - 325: What a Coincidence

Qu Jianlei built several secret camps in the security zone, and he chose a smaller one to take Hongyun and Fangcao inside.

At this point, he no longer concealed that he had space items, and took out some medicines to temporarily treat their wounds.

Then he did not leave but held a crystal rejuvenation, feeling utterly exhausted from the night’s troubles.

However, the outcome was acceptable; at least the destruction of the relay signal tower was worth it.

While he was replenishing qi, the two wounded were lying there, looking weak and feeble.

The life force of an A-level is strong, but that strength is only apparent when they force it; once they relax, they aren’t much stronger than others.

After about half an hour, Fangcao felt slightly better and signaled to Hongyun.

She still wanted Black Heaven to scout for news about Scarface, but she felt embarrassed to ask herself.

Hongyun, resting with his eyes closed, sensed her gaze and slowly opened his eyes, then shook his head slightly.

The two A-levels were exhausted like this; he could imagine Black Heaven’s state and felt it inappropriate to demand too much.

Qu Jianlei sensed their exchanged glances and felt a bit helpless himself.

Another half an hour passed before he stood up.

At this time, his inner breath had recovered to about thirty percent, and he sighed, saying, "I’ll go and scout for information."

The two wounded responded in unison, "Thank you."

When he quietly left, Hongyun sighed softly, "Black Heaven really has it tough; we owe him too much."

"The day to repay won’t be far off," Fangcao replied casually, "It’s a pity our secret camp is a bit far, with more medicine there."

Hongyun wearily replied, "Black Heaven may not be willing to take you; he feels it’s safer here."

Is Black Rain’s secret camp unsafe? Fangcao felt a little indignant inside.

But on second thought, having lost so many good hands this time, perhaps news of the secret camp might indeed leak out.

Then she recalled something, "Did you recognize that Supreme?"

Hongyun slightly shook his head, his injuries preventing any larger motions.

"Didn’t recognize, but I’m curious, how did Black Heaven conceal himself from their perception?"

"It seemed to be his aura..." Fangcao mused, furrowing her brows, "At that time, it felt like a non-electromagnetic attribute C-level?"

If she hadn’t been injured, she would have been sure of Qu Jianlei’s aura disguise.

Yet not only was she heavily injured, but the situation was also critical, leaving her no peace of mind to sense.

Hongyun’s injuries were even more severe than hers; he frowned and answered thoughtfully.

"C-level is understandable; isn’t Spirit Fox also adept at aura concealment? They have a good relationship, you know."

Fangcao did not overlook the key point, "If he can change the attribute of his aura, then..."

"Then it’s a good thing," Hongyun readily replied, "convenient for disguises and gathering intel. Who doesn’t have some secrets, right?"

"True," Fangcao nodded, finally putting her doubts to rest. Black Heaven had treated her well; some things were best left unthought.

Despite insufficient inner breath, Qu Jianlei was still willing to scout because... Zarif was close to being liberated.

If that’s the case, better to solidify relationships.

With the two wounded by his side, he wasn’t recognized by the Supreme; surely, alone he would be safer.

He returned to the core area close to noon.

Only then did he realize that the collapse of such a large tower had consequences that wouldn’t quickly vanish.

The entire sky in the core area was misty, with low visibility.

Some remains and ruins were still on fire, causing most of the star thieves venturing out to wear gas masks.

Qu Jianlei didn’t have a gas mask in his storage ring, though he had a space helmet and oxygen bottle, but they weren’t quite appropriate to take out.

But this was a minor issue; he casually twisted the neck of a star thief, obtaining a mask.

Then he wandered around with the star thief’s identity token, releasing his spirit and sensing all sorts of auras.

Thanks to this chaotic situation, the mask could hide his appearance, not to mention most surveillance equipment was nearly paralyzed.

Many star thieves were busy treating the wounded, while others were repairing the power center.

Qu Jianlei had his identity checked twice, but it was just a glance at the identity token—a mere modified warrior.

The star thieves already knew; the attackers last night were at least C-level warriors. No one paid attention to modified warriors.

In this chaos, Qu Jianlei got as close as over seven hundred meters from the prisoner of war camp.

Going closer was impossible; the camp was heavily guarded and barely affected.

He remotely sensed and didn’t find any trace of Scarface, Spirit Fox, or even Pan Yifu’s aura.

The first two were fine, but without Old Pan’s aura, Qu Jianlei found it puzzling...

He had seen with his own eyes Pan Yifu being captured; could it be that he was rescued?

Qu Jianlei thought this unlikely; Old Pan didn’t have much of a relationship with the Pioneers.

But if it wasn’t the Pioneers who rescued him, then who would?

He was perplexed, unable to find an explanation, and couldn’t help but sense twice more until A-level perception descended.

Qu Jianlei had never encountered this aura before, and he was certain he had never seen this person.

Have the Star Thieves gained new power? He silently, bit by bit, withdrew his perception.

The opponent’s perception was far inferior to his own, but it was best to be cautious; his Inner Breath had not yet recovered to forty percent.

Qu Jianlei found a hidden place and pulled out his handset, intending to make a call.

But reconsidering, he put the handset back; who knew who was on the other end?

Abandoning the idea of contacting via the handset, Qu Jianlei then wandered around the core area for half a day.

By the afternoon, the smoke slowly dissipated; he wandered around the core area without sensing any clues.

But continuing to wander wouldn’t be appropriate, so after some thought, he went to Number Thirteen on Triumph Road.

Triumph Road had also been affected by yesterday’s battle, with damages to several houses, though the surroundings of Number Thirteen were intact.

Taking advantage of the smoke not yet dissipated, Qu Jianlei deftly scaled the walls of Number Thirteen’s courtyard.

Upon entering, he vaguely felt that something was amiss, though he couldn’t say what, and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Once he entered the main house, he found that some things seemed to have been moved, heightening his alertness.

Had Youyou been here? He thought not, but still dared not carelessly release his perception.

So he sat in a chair, subtly manipulating his Spiritual Power, sensing bit by bit.

Finally, he discovered where the problem lay: there was someone in the bathroom next door!

And it was an acquaintance he hadn’t detected, releasing a breath of relief: luckily, I didn’t use too strong Spiritual Power to perceive.

He walked to the room’s door and hummed lightly, "Come out, lest I accidentally hurt you."

There was no sound from inside, and that faint aura grew even weaker.

Qu Jianlei couldn’t help but chuckle, "Lord Spirit Fox, if you don’t come out, I’m leaving."

He was extremely relieved that if Spirit Fox discovered his excessive perceptive ability, it would easily arouse speculation.

"Alas," Spirit Fox’s voice came from inside, "Black Heaven, you are indeed relentless, how did you find this place?"

Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Qu Jianlei sighed, "Is the injury... severe?"

"It’s not bad," Spirit Fox carefully opened the door a crack and peeked outside, "It’s not even dark, and you’re daring to walk around?"

Qu Jianlei had already sensed his severe injuries but was still startled upon seeing him.

Spirit Fox’s right hand had been severed again, along with the right half of his body, a grisly sight.

"What happened to you?"

Seeing him unharmed, Spirit Fox couldn’t help but tug at the corner of his mouth.

"It’s good that I could escape; being like this... Are you a Star Thief’s mole?"

"You should just admit you’re incompetent," Qu Jianlei chuckled, shaking his head, "Are there moles that blow up relay towers?"

He didn’t even mention his Attribute and qualifications; uncertainties remained, but blowing up a Relay Tower was proof enough.

Then he gestured to Spirit Fox, "Come, let me arrange a better hiding place for you."

"Just don’t hand me over to the Star Thieves," Spirit Fox said, yet his body was honest, opening the door and stepping out.

Whether admitting it or not, he could feel that Black Heaven was more at ease here than he was.

Qu Jianlei led him into the main house and moved the cabinet.

Even before he could speak, Spirit Fox had already sensed the hidden underground chamber, speaking in astonishment.

"No way, you even know such secrets?"

Qu Jianlei didn’t answer but asked back, "I’m rather curious how you found this place?"

"Don’t underestimate us and Qian Duoduo, alright?" Spirit Fox rolled his eyes, "Our intelligence isn’t inferior to the Celestial Level Team!"

This was Fourth Master’s property, discovered by Qian Duoduo, mainly because no one had been living there.

Spirit Fox escaped from the control center with difficulty, happened to be near here, and was betting his life on it.

Unexpectedly, Black Heaven could also find this place and even knew a more secretive hiding spot.

Qu Jianlei shook his head, "I happen to know a bit more in certain aspects, which is normal, isn’t it?"

Not waiting for Spirit Fox to retort, he spoke again, "Do you have any news on Baldy and Pan Yifu?"

"Baldy was captured by the Supreme of the Star Thieves," Spirit Fox replied solemnly, "As for Pan Yifu... I don’t know."

"At the time, I was only concerned with myself, how could I worry about others?"

Qu Jianlei scratched his forehead, speaking of his frustration, "I want to retrieve the three of you, but those two don’t seem to be in the Prisoner of War Camp."

"A-levels are rare commodities," Spirit Fox casually replied, "Not being in the Prisoner of War Camp is normal; maybe they’re on the Starship."

Qu Jianlei found it somewhat incredible, "To detain A-level captives, aren’t they afraid of trouble once they advance to Supreme?"

Spirit Fox replied indifferently, "They can’t stay on this planet anymore; withdrawing takes time."

As he said this, he couldn’t help but shiver.