Chapter 477
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Chapter 477: Sword Saint Idol
More than a month and a half ago, Braki’s treatment progress had already exceeded fifty percent, and Lin Qiye had also gained the opportunity to draw abilities for the second time.
In the second ability draw, theoretically, it was guaranteed to be a divine ability, such as the “Dark God Ruins” drawn from Nyx and the “Illusion Demon Ruins” drawn from Merlin. The difference this time was that Lin Qiye was facing the divine abilities of two gods.
This meant that he could only rely on luck to randomly draw one from the divine abilities of the God of Poetry and the God of Youth. In the end, he drew the divine ability of the God of Youth, Eden, which was the “Eternal Secret Garden.”
Like other divine abilities, this ability also had another name, the “Secret Burial Ruins.”
In Team 009, apart from Huang Yuande and Shan Mei, only Jiang Liu’s mental strength had reached the “Sea” realm; the other four team members were merely at the “River” realm. Under the divine ruins released by Lin Qiye, they had no ability to resist at all.
Although Jiang Liu was still struggling to resist among the flowers, the buds on his body continued to bloom one after another. His mental strength was nearing exhaustion, and being completely buried in this secret garden was only a matter of time.
Seeing that these team members were about to lose consciousness, Lin Qiye sighed deeply, and the green light at his fingertips gradually faded.
The buds that were about to completely engulf everyone stopped blooming and quickly withered instead. The illusory girl floating above the white flowers waved at Lin Qiye, transforming into a grayish-blue spiritual light that dissipated into the air. The lush green ground beneath her feet also retracted back to Lin Qiye’s feet, exposing the muddy road once again.
With a series of muffled sounds, apart from Jiang Liu, the other members of Team 009 had already fallen to the ground, lying on their backs, unable to move even a finger except for their eyeballs.
Jiang Liu knelt weakly on the ground, gasping for breath, his gaze filled with terror as he looked at the figure wearing the Sun Wukong mask.
He had been a night watchman for many years and had never seen such a bizarre and powerful forbidden ruin!
Boom—!!
Continuous explosions echoed from a distance. About two minutes later, Jialan dragged the unconscious Shan Mei over. His deep blue Han robe showed no signs of dust or damage, as if he had just taken a stroll and happened to bring someone back.
In contrast, Shan Mei was in tatters; the gray armor attached to her had shattered into pieces, and the halberd in her hand was reduced to half, dragging along the ground like a sandbag, her head drooping, making it hard to tell if she was alive or dead.
“Deputy Team Leader!!” Jiang Liu’s eyes turned red at this sight. He gritted his teeth, not knowing where he found the strength, and staggered to his feet.
He stared fiercely at Lin Qiye, his eyes burning with endless rage!
“Who the hell are you?! What did our Team 009 do to offend you?! Why go this far?!” Jiang Liu nearly roared, flipping his palm to reveal a shining emblem.
Slap!
The silver needle of the Ghost God was shot out from the emblem. Without any hesitation, he swiftly stabbed it into his palm!
“Chaos of Heaven and Earth.”
A soft chant came from afar, and the emblem in Jiang Liu’s hand instantly slipped from his grasp, flying into the hands of the figure wearing the Zhu Bajie mask, who began to toy with it.
Jiang Liu stared blankly at this scene, and after a moment, his body trembled uncontrollably.
In front of these people, he didn’t even have a chance to fight for his life.
“Damn!!!” He raised his head and roared to the sky.
This was the first time he truly experienced despair.
At that moment, a figure approached from behind him and patted his shoulder.
“Don’t be nervous; your deputy team leader just fainted. Your team leader is fine and is currently having tea with his idol in the courtyard.”
Jiang Liu turned around in confusion. From beneath the Sun Wukong mask, a gentle voice slowly emerged.
“Tea… tea…?” Jiang Liu felt his mind was a bit overwhelmed.
Isn’t this a kidnapping?
Isn’t this a threatening letter?
Aren’t they going to tear up the ticket?
“I originally wanted to wait until you all arrived to explain things and have a friendly match… but who knew you all were so impatient and came up with your swords drawn,” Lin Qiye said somewhat helplessly. “So, we can only fight first and talk later.”
Jiang Liu stood there in a daze, seemingly still digesting the information in Lin Qiye’s words, when Bai Li Pang Pang approached with a straight knife, grinning.
“Come on, brother, it’s all a misunderstanding; no need to be so tense. We’re not bad people!” Bai Li Pang Pang returned the silver needle to the emblem and stuffed it back into Jiang Liu’s hand, then grabbed another straight knife and turned to the team members lying on the ground.
“Uh, when I call your name, the brothers whose names are called, raise your hands. I’ll return your knives.”
“……”
“What… what is going on here?” Jiang Liu turned to Lin Qiye. “Who are you, and why are you doing all this?”
Beneath the mask, Lin Qiye smiled without speaking.
……
In the factory’s backyard.
“Come, come, come, Sword Saint idol, let me toast you another cup!”
At a small round table, Huang Yuande, with medicine still on his face, raised his thermos cup and clinked it with the thermos cup in Zhou Ping’s hand, his eyes filled with admiration and excitement as he cheerfully said, “If I had known you were the Sword Saint, I would have brought my team to visit you directly. How could I let you go through so much trouble…”
Seeing this middle-aged man nearing forty calling him “you old,” Zhou Ping felt a bit uncomfortable. He forced a smile and took a sip of the hot water from his thermos.
“Due to certain reasons, I cannot reveal my identity before the practice begins,” Zhou Ping said.
Huang Yuande pondered for a moment. “So, those outside… are they your students?”
Students…
Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment and nodded, “Sort of.”
“To be able to invite you to teach them, they must be the fifth special team, right?”
Zhou Ping was taken aback; he hadn’t expected Huang Yuande to guess the truth so quickly.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Huang Yuande smiled. “How could an ordinary night watchman team have the opportunity to be taught by the Sword Saint? If you personally came out, they must be of vital importance in the eyes of the night watchman higher-ups, which means they are a special team. And I can see that their style and abilities are different from the existing special teams, so it’s easy to think of the fifth special team.”
Huang Yuande seemed to realize something and sighed, “Encountering the fifth special team, it seems my team members will be in for a rough time…”
The sounds of battle outside gradually subsided. Zhou Ping looked up and glanced outside, slowly standing up.
“It ended faster than I expected.”
