Chapter 1112
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Chapter 1112 The Missing Zhou Ping
A golden light streaked down from the sky, falling between the Letan mountains, transforming into the silhouettes of five people.
“We’re back…” An Qingyu sighed as he looked around carrying the black coffin, his expression seeming somewhat regretful.
“What’s wrong, haven’t had enough time in the Heavenly Court?” Lin Qiye said with a smile.
“If I had a little more time, I could have established the spiritual energy model faster. Now that we’re back in the mortal realm without reference points, manually calculating the model will probably take quite a while.”
“…”
Lin Qiye ignored An Qingyu’s complaint and, after determining their direction, was about to leave when a crisp phone ring suddenly sounded.
Lin Qiye instinctively patted himself, only then remembering that he had left his phone at Yaochi. He looked toward the source of the sound as An Qingyu took out his phone and answered the call:
“Hello?”
“…”
“Yes, this is An Qingyu.”
“…”
“Alright, I understand.”
An Qingyu hung up the phone.
“Who was it?”
“It was headquarters,” An Qingyu answered truthfully. “They said that before we leave, we should go to headquarters. Commander Zuo has something to tell us.”
“He knows where we’re going?”
Lin Qiye paused for a moment, nodding thoughtfully. Strictly speaking, the [Nightfall] team belonged to the Night Watchers of the mortal realm. Even the Heavenly Court had no right to directly mobilize them. If the Heavenly Lord had directly instructed them to follow Michael to retrieve something, he must have already coordinated with Commander Zuo.
“Fine, let’s go then.”
Within the city, Lin Qiye and the others couldn’t easily use their abilities, and Michael’s spatial teleportation seemed too conspicuous. After some hesitation, Shen Qingzhu extended his hand, pointing to a taxi parked on the roadside not far away.
“We can use that,” Shen Qingzhu said. “That car now belongs to the Baili family.”
After hearing An Qingyu and the others’ explanation, Lin Qiye didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly got into the car, sitting in the driver’s seat. An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu both sat in the back seat, putting the coffin in the trunk, leaving only the passenger seat for Michael.
At this moment, Michael stood alone beside the taxi, staring at the car door in front of him, motionless, as if contemplating how to use this object.
“Get in,” Lin Qiye said, seeing that Michael was standing outside the door without moving, reminding him again.
Michael pondered for a moment, then, imitating Lin Qiye and the others’ actions, grabbed the door handle and gently pulled.
Riiip—!
The entire car door was torn off, clutched in his hand.
Seeming to realize that his procedure differed from Lin Qiye and the others, Michael frowned slightly, sat in the passenger seat with an expressionless face, and with a flash of golden light from his right hand still gripping the door, the door was restored to its original, intact state.
“Let’s go,” Michael said flatly.
The mountain breeze blew through the open window as the three people in the car stared in shock with their mouths wide open…
…
An hour later, the vehicle stopped at the entrance of the Night Watchers’ headquarters.
Lin Qiye got out of the car and led everyone to the Night Watchers’ Commander-in-Chief’s office, where he knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Zuo Qing’s voice came from behind the door, and Lin Qiye pushed it open.
Seeing Lin Qiye and the others enter, Zuo Qing, who was reviewing documents, raised an eyebrow. When his gaze fell upon the golden-haired figure at the back and met those furnace-like eyes, his heart trembled, and he quickly averted his gaze.
He pondered for a moment, looking at Michael’s brow, and nodded slightly:
“Welcome.”
Lin Qiye and the others understood clearly that these two words were definitely not meant for them, so they remained silent. After a while, Michael behind them lightly responded with a sound of acknowledgment.
Zuo Qing felt relieved and turned his gaze to Lin Qiye. “How’s your recovery?”
“Nothing serious anymore,” Lin Qiye smiled.
Zuo Qing nodded, “Thanks to you for the matter of the National Guardian Stele. Fortunately, you’re alright, otherwise, we Night Watchers would have lost another great general… Given your performance this time, a personal Star Sea Medal is guaranteed. The relevant procedures are still being processed here and should be completed soon. But now time is pressing, so let’s discuss the main business.”
Zuo Qing took out a document from his desk, placed it on the table, and his expression turned serious:
“Regarding your mission this time, the Heavenly Court has already coordinated with headquarters. I will personally issue it to you now. However, some details of the mission involve mythical secrets that even I and the gods of Great Xia are not clear about. For specifics, you may need to ask that person.”
Lin Qiye and the others followed Zuo Qing’s gaze, all looking at Michael who stood silently at the back.
“Let me briefly explain. Your mission this time is to follow this person to retrieve an item,” Zuo Qing slowly began. “This item is called the [Ark of the Covenant].”
“[Ark of the Covenant]?” Hearing this name, Lin Qiye spoke up in surprise. “It’s a chest?”
“Perhaps, we’re not clear about what its true form looks like either,” Zuo Qing glanced at Michael again and continued. “However, this item carries a treasure left by Yelan, the creation god of the Western Holy Religion. It is rumored to be hidden in the Holy Land of the Western Holy Religion. Your goal is to bring it back intact.”
Yelan?
Hearing these three words, Lin Qiye’s pupils contracted slightly, immediately thinking of the sixth patient he had just released.
This mission was actually to find a treasure left by him?
“I understand,” Lin Qiye nodded.
Although he didn’t know what this so-called [Ark of the Covenant] looked like or where it was, since it was something from the Western Holy Religion, Michael should know best. With him leading the way, finding that item shouldn’t be difficult.
“Besides this, there’s one more thing,” Zuo Qing spoke again. “This matter is unrelated to the gods of Great Xia, but it is closely related to Great Xia itself…”
Zuo Qing paused, then continued: “I hope that during your journey into the mist this time, you can also look for Zhou Ping’s whereabouts.”
“Sword Saint?!”
Everyone present except Michael widened their eyes.
“What happened to him?”
“After you disappeared into the mist, Zhou Ping left Great Xia to search for your traces,” Zuo Qing sat back in his office chair and spoke helplessly.
“At first, he would return once a year. The first year, he went to Asgard but didn’t find you; the second year, he went to the Sun City of Egypt and still didn’t find you… Counting the time, it’s been almost half a year past when he should have returned this year. You’ve all come back yourselves, yet we still haven’t seen him.
I suspect he must have encountered something in the mist.
Now that the full-scale divine war has begun, the mist is fraught with danger and chaos. If he remains overseas, there could be unexpected developments… Currently, only your [Nightfall] team among the Night Watchers has the ability to move freely within the mist. Only you can find him and bring him back.”
