Chapter 345 The Little Undercover Agent Becomes a Troll

Everyone was stunned, but then, a powerful soul pressure suddenly emanated from that person!

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The terrifying soul pressure instantly overwhelmed Cang Jue, Mapeier, Hei Wukai, and Long Feixue, forcing them to bow their heads. This soul pressure did not have an obvious offensive nature, but it conveyed an insurmountable level of life hierarchy. Even Long Feixue and Hei Wukai felt like ants standing before a giant elephant!

Ghost level... no, this soul pressure surpassed even the berserk Nagaraja's—this was ghost peak! And it was definitely the kind of ghost peak that stood at the top of the entire continent!

Does the War Academy harbor such a person? Impossible!

Long Feixue, Hei Wukai, Cang Jue, and Mapeier were all shocked beyond measure. Facing the berserk Nagaraja, they still had the ability to fight, but facing this person was like sheep facing a tiger. They couldn't even muster the courage to act.

Too strong—far too strong! Such power has no place here!

Old Wang, however, was unaffected. The Insect God Species could directly ignore this non-offensive soul pressure. In terms of life hierarchy, everything in this world was inferior. Although the person wasn't familiar, this soul power was very familiar.

Old Wang extended his hand, but before he could utter a word, whoosh...

Old Wang felt a gust by his ear, and then his body was yanked uncontrollably forward. The person effortlessly grabbed Old Wang by the collar and shot into the opened hole, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The entire sequence unfolded in an instant, leaving no room for reaction. In fact, even if these people were at their peak, it would be useless. The strength of the newcomer completely overwhelmed them, and this was different from a monster.

Hei Wukai, Cang Jue, and Mapeier were extremely shocked and angry, but under the terrifying soul pressure, they couldn't even move, let alone make a sound.

Boom!

The opened passage suddenly closed, and the soul pressure disappeared.

Hei Wukai's soul power erupted, and he lunged forward in a swift motion, the Yecha Wolf Fang Sword in his hand emitting black flames, slashing towards the already closed passage.

With a loud 'boom', the already small and collapsing space instantly shattered into pieces under Hei Wukai's full-force strike.

The third layer of space crumbled entirely, yet the passage remained sealed. The surroundings dissolved into nothingness, and everyone was swallowed by the void's vortex, leaving only silence.

...

Old Wang dangled in the person's grip, his heart in chaos. The strength of the other party was beyond imagination, and even methods like the Heart-Eating Curse would probably be useless. The staircase passage was brief, and the person moved with astonishing speed. In a flash, the passage vanished, and the landscape shifted abruptly.

Splash splash splash...

Heavy rain was pouring from the sky, the sky was dark and gloomy, and in the distance, one could see undulating mountains, as if in a vast wilderness. The surroundings were filled with a strong smell of blood, and shadows loomed everywhere.

Crack!

A dazzling lightning bolt streaked across the sky, breaking through the long night. Only then did Old Wang see clearly that the shadows he had seen earlier were actually the corpses of giant beasts as large as mountains. They had short, thick limbs and were draped with huge chains, not resembling warriors but more like some kind of beasts used by powerful beings to carry palaces. They were now lying dozens of meters away, and around them, the tattered flags of humans, sea people, orcs, and the Eight Tribes were stuck in the ground, mixed in the rainwater and puddles. The corpses of warriors and monsters from various races were scattered all over the ground, and the blood flowed like rivers, extending as far as the eye could see.

This was a terrifying ancient battlefield, with a fierce and murderous aura accompanied by the wind and rain, giving people a sense of resentment and ghostly wails everywhere.

In such an environment, Old Wang felt solemn. He only felt the person carrying him moving swiftly, and in a few leaps, they had reached the raised hoof of the giant beast.

Crack! Lightning tore through the sky, and the rain poured down. The huge hoof above became a shelter from the wind and rain. The person put Old Wang down and sighed, "This is the Sea Demon, a giant beast raised by the whale tribe. The cargo it bears can sustain a fleet of ten thousand for a month. I believed it was confined to the seas, yet in ancient battlefields, it could venture ashore. It defies imagination."

The voice, the demeanor, Old Wang was stunned and tentatively asked, "Fu Liye?"

"Haha!" The person laughed, "I knew I couldn't fool you, little brother. We meet again."

Old Wang's tension instantly melted away. He feared he'd stumbled into a fatal predicament, only to find it was Old Fu: "You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you were someone else! How did you get in?"

When the space opened and the disciples from both sides entered, there were experts from all sides who wanted to force their way in, but they were repelled by the combined efforts of the Sword Demon Yakray and the Eighth Divine General. With the Nine Gods and the League of Blades' forbidden formations in place, everyone believed the blockade was foolproof—yet someone still managed to infiltrate.

"Forcing our way in definitely wouldn't work, but I'm quite skilled in spatial manipulation... Besides," Fu Liye said with a smile, wiping his face. His youthful appearance instantly vanished, replaced by Fu Liye's signature small mustache. At the same time, even his voice changed: "It's actually not that hard to sneak in."

This wasn't just about appearance. As his looks changed, Old Wang could clearly feel that Fu Liye's aura had also shifted. A true master of disguise doesn't just rely on changing their face. When Old Wang had disguised himself as Hei Wukai using an alchemical mask, his expressions and movements were more convincing, but in terms of voice and aura, he was clearly a step behind Fu Liye.

Old Wang immediately gave a thumbs-up: "No wonder they call you the 'Master of a Thousand Faces.' Your ability to change appearances seems even more impressive than your spatial skills."

"Now that you know my identity, you don't seem afraid of me?" Fu Liye looked at Old Wang with interest. "I'm a notorious figure from the Dark Hall. In the eyes of your Holy Sanctuary people, I'm someone everyone wants to kill."

"Tsk tsk tsk! Old Fu, comparing misfortunes with me?" Old Wang said nonchalantly. "You're only being hunted by the Holy Sanctuary, but I've got both the League of Blades and the Nine Gods after me. In their eyes, I'm a heinous criminal, guilty of crimes too numerous to count. If you're a big villain, then I'm the ultimate villain in everyone's eyes, with a reputation even worse than yours. Why should I be afraid of you?"

"The ultimate villain, huh?" Fu Liye burst into laughter. Honestly, Wang Feng's identity as a small undercover agent for the Nine Gods had been played to such an extent that even Fu Liye had to admire it. This guy was an interesting person, even more so than himself: "But we do share some similarities in our 'stench'!"

"Speaking of stench, nothing beats this ancient battlefield." Old Wang covered his nose as he spoke. The mix of blood and rotting corpses was unbearable, even with the heavy rain constantly washing it away. If it were under the scorching sun, Old Wang estimated that the place would be swarming with flies, making it even more intolerable.

As the two spoke, another thunderclap echoed in the sky. This time, a thick bolt of lightning struck a distant mountain peak. As if awakened by the thunder, a massive roar from a demonic beast shook the earth. From further away, various terrifying sounds began to rise in the darkness, one after another, accompanied by the spreading aura of terror. Any one of these auras was likely as strong as Naga Luo's. And this was just the tip of the iceberg in the fourth layer.

Old Wang and Fu Liye's attention was involuntarily drawn to the sounds until the roars gradually subsided in the darkness.

"This layer is probably at the peak of the ghost realm, huh?" Old Wang looked at Fu Liye. Fortunately, Hei Wukai and the others hadn't descended. The power leap in this layer was even greater than he had imagined. Even someone as strong as Fu Liye wouldn't dare charge in recklessly here alone: "Old Fu, are you still going forward?"

"This illusion is way more interesting than I imagined. It's a rare soul attribute, so there must be soul-related treasures. Many people miscalculated, or the competition would've been way fiercer. Now it's a bargain for me. How could I not go?"

"Charging in recklessly probably won't work."

"Who said I was gonna charge in recklessly?" Fu Liye smiled slightly. While chatting, his soul sense had been spreading out, searching for the center of this layer and exploring safe paths. His gaze gradually locked onto the southeast direction, with a glimmer of light in his eyes: "I'm a true opportunist. In that sense, we're quite similar!"

"Dark Hall folks are really flexible!" Old Wang gave a thumbs-up. This layer was different from the previous ones. On the ancient battlefield and deep in the wilderness, powerful auras were everywhere, confusing one's perception of soul power. It was impossible to determine the center point using the methods from the previous layers. Old Wang's judgment also pointed to the southeast, but that was based on the illusion's patterns, which was essentially cheating. Yet Fu Liye had clearly chosen the correct direction by intuition. That's some real skill.

"In terms of flexibility, no one can match you, you little rascal." Having locked onto the direction, Fu Liye's expression relaxed considerably. He joked, "So, how about it? Want to consider joining our Dark Hall?"

"You'd really take someone like me?"

"Haha, we can bend the rules. I can recommend you!" Fu Liye laughed heartily. "Speaking of which, you and Karida actually managed to escape from Tong Di and even injured him. That's rare. Has Karida become so powerful now?"

Old Wang couldn't easily reveal his wife's secrets, so he deflected the question: "Old Fu, you don't seem to care much about your teammates, do you?"

"Tong Di?" Fu Liye shook his head with a smile. "In our Dark Hall, everyone has different goals. Some seek freedom, some seek support, and others seek thrills... Haha, but no one seeks concern! Of course, we all follow the Hall Master, that's all. As for how we do things, there aren't many complicated rules in the Dark Hall. It's all about following your heart."

"Free-spirited and unrestrained!"

"Haha, well summarized. I act on impulse and hate being tied down by rules. As long as I'm interested, anything goes!" As Fu Liye spoke, he took out a black cloak and draped it over both of them. In an instant, they disappeared.

A soul artifact—the Cloak of Concealment—pretty handy, huh?

Honestly, Old Wang was a bit envious. Who doesn't want to live freely? But those eight words were easier said than done. It required immense strength to truly achieve, just like Fu Liye. When he brought Old Wang in, he probably didn't think much of it. It was just a casual act, feeling a connection between them.

The Cloak of Concealment was indeed a good item. Not only did it make one invisible, but it also masked one's aura. Only when moving could a faint outline be seen through the air currents. Old Wang finally understood why, during the third layer, when only six people remained, Fu Liye had suddenly appeared. Perhaps while Hei Wukai, Long Feixue, and he were battling Naga Luo, this old guy had been hiding nearby, watching the show.

Fu Liye smiled: "Come on, let me show you something interesting!"

If there were a ranking for slums, the orc slums would undoubtedly be the most chaotic.

But if one were to delve deeper into the slums for investigation, they would discover a phenomenon: although the orc slums were chaotic, they were not dirty. They had built sewers that most human slums lacked. The peculiar smells on the streets mostly came from orcs making their unique snacks. Stinky spicy noodles, one of the most misunderstood orc delicacies by humans, smelled foul but tasted delicious. The orc children jumping around on the streets rarely begged from passersby.

The orcs, often overlooked, had actually built their slums pretty well. The seemingly haphazardly placed clutter was actually deliberate "decoration," much like how humans used flower beds and sculptures to create a sense of order. The orcs used the chaos of clutter to mask their increasingly prosperous lives.

In a seemingly disorderly courtyard, Wu Dagan sat cross-legged under a tree, sipping bitter tea and gazing at the white clouds in the blue sky. The sunlight was harsh but fair, just like the bitter tea. No matter who drank it, it tasted the same.

"The bitterness of dependence—you can't truly understand it unless you've lived it. These are things that those in the Raging Wind Council could never comprehend."

"Grandfather..."

Beside her, Su Mei'er looked worried. Ever since returning from the banquet at the city lord's mansion, her grandfather had been acting strangely, suddenly drinking tea instead of alcohol. In her memory, her always capable grandfather had never been like this before.

Elder Uda Gan looked at the flickering concern in Su Mei'er's eyes and suddenly smiled, "Hehe, little Mei'er, don't worry about Grandfather. Go, tell Bahaner Chacha to gather all the leaders. The skies of Aurora City and the southern orcs are truly about to change."

Su Mei'er nodded, though she only half-understood.

As night fell...

When Tai Kun arrived at the courtyard with Ryoji, five orc leaders were already there, conversing in hushed tones. Upon seeing Tai Kun, they smiled and approached, greeting him warmly.

Ever since Wang Feng's secret recipe was added to the Highland Mad Warrior drink, Tai Kun had become increasingly popular among the leaders of Aurora City. Even the ordinary Highland Mad Warrior, with a little extra ingredient, could taste like a thirty-year-old vintage. And when the thirty-year-old Highland Mad Warrior was mixed with the secret potion, the flavor was simply divine.

Most importantly, the increased revenue from the bars under Tai Kun's management wasn't pocketed privately. Instead, it was reinvested into the orc community of Aurora City through the council of leaders.

Soon, all nine orc leaders had gathered, and Bahaner Chacha ushered everyone into the large room where tribal meetings were held.

Following tribal customs, all the leaders requested the Storm Blessing of the Beast God from Elder Uda Gan. Then, according to seniority, they sat in a circle around Elder Uda Gan, seated on the ground.

Su Mei'er found a cushion and quietly sat beside Elder Uda Gan. The leaders' faces all showed affectionate smiles towards her.

Though not exactly a princess, Su Mei'er held a very high status among the orcs of Aurora City. It wasn't just because she was Elder Uda Gan's granddaughter or because of her beauty, but because of her abilities. Among the orcs, there were many conflicts, and boundary disputes were common in daily life. Su Mei'er was the mediator, the one who could resolve any conflict or grudge among the orcs of Aurora City.

"Everyone is here. Today, I've called you all to discuss the change in the city lord of Aurora City."

"Elder, does the new one have something to trouble us again?" Harifa asked, his large, bell-like eyes wide. He was the leader of the dockworkers, his years of heavy lifting making him shorter and stockier than other male orcs. His dark skin was taut with veins, and he was the most explosive and straightforward among the leaders.

"If it's just trouble, that's fine. We orcs are used to suffering. But this time, I have a feeling he's not after money, but aiming for our very lifeline," Elder Uda Gan said. He then laid out the three demands made by the new city lord, Tor Yev: first, that all orc laborers would have to give up 70% of their earnings; second, that they hand over the potion recipe that enhances the Highland Mad Warrior; and third, that Su Mei'er be handed over to the city lord's mansion.

At the first two demands, everyone frowned and clenched their fists, even Tai Kun barely containing his anger.

But when they heard the demand for Su Mei'er to be handed over...

Boom...

The orc leaders' emotions exploded!

"What? They want Su Mei'er? I won't allow it!" Harifa was the first to explode, cursing, "That old bastard isn't worthy!"

Tai Kun, who treated Su Mei'er like a younger sister, slammed his fist on the ground and cursed, "Damn it, these humans are too arrogant!"

"Damn those human nobles! Let's just go all out and fight them!"

"Exactly! Always retreating, the humans really think we orcs are their slaves!"

Su Mei'er was beautiful, and everyone knew that her appearance was favored by human nobles. But they also knew that once an orc girl like Su Mei'er fell into human hands, she would become a plaything, worse than a slave. Slaves merely lost their freedom, but such girls became tools for human nobles to toy with and amuse themselves. And if they became pregnant, those nobles, who were extremely particular about bloodlines, would often deal with them in the most brutal ways.

So, over the years, everyone had been very careful to protect Su Mei'er. They never expected this day would come.

But who was Su Mei'er? She was their treasure, the granddaughter of Elder Uda Gan, one of the thirteen Beast God Generals!

The orcs were used to enduring hardships, but when it came to their bottom line, they never feared shedding blood.

Elder Uda Gan waved his hand, signaling for everyone to calm down. But this time, it was hard for them to remain calm. Though they stopped speaking, their heavy breaths and the occasional fist pounding the ground showed their unquenchable anger.

At this moment, Su Mei'er, who had been silent, spoke up, "Grandfather, I can do it."

This wasn't the first time human nobles had forced the orcs to hand over their beautiful orc women. Over the past two hundred years, countless orc women had sacrificed their precious youth and bodies for the sake of their tribe. They were defiled, but their souls remained the purest.

Su Mei'er didn't believe her special status made her an exception. Of course, she was confident that if humans tried to use her as a plaything, they might just fall into her trap. She was ready to make this trade—sacrificing her body for the good of the whole tribe.

"No!" Tai Kun angrily slammed the ground again!

"Little Su'er, you're walking into the lion's den!"

"Humans are not to be trusted, we cannot agree!"

Uda Gan raised his hand again, signaling for silence, and only after everyone had calmed down did he smile: "I have already agreed to seventy percent of Thor Yev's demands. For the freedom of the orcs, anything can be sacrificed. Su Mei'er can, and so can I. But everyone is right—Thor Yev isn't worthy of Su Mei'er's sacrifice!"

"The elder speaks well, he is not worthy!" Harif roared, slapping his thigh.

"He deserves nothing better than a sow!" Tai Kun shouted bitterly, glaring at Su Mei'er. What are you thinking, girl? Sacrifice is inevitable, but when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up first—it's not your turn!

Su Mei'er took a deep breath, "Grandfather, I think the other party is also trying to intimidate us, but if he doesn't get what he wants... I'm afraid he won't let it go."

Uda Gan smiled at his granddaughter, "I used the pretext that Su Mei'er belongs to Wang Feng, and that the secret potion formula is only owned by Wang Feng, indirectly tying us to Thunder Dragon for protection."

The leaders nodded in agreement. Involving Wang Feng was like tying us to Thunder Dragon. No matter how ruthless the new city lord is, he wouldn’t risk offending Master Thunder Dragon, whom even the Blade Council respects, over petty gains.

But Uda Gan's expression suddenly darkened, "However... Wang Feng might not make it back alive from Dragon City."

Everyone was stunned, and Tai Kun's expression changed drastically: "Elder, are you saying..."

"I’ve confirmed that the Nine Gods have ordered Wang Feng’s death, and there are also people within the Blade who have reached some consensus with the Nine Gods." Uda Gan sighed deeply. After hearing the news from the city lord's mansion, he had also used some of his resources to verify, and the results were chilling. Humans are so unreliable.

Tai Kun wanted to curse, but the words stuck in his throat. With enemies inside and out, Wang Feng is as good as dead.

Su Mei'er opened her mouth, feeling somewhat regretful. Part of it was that she hadn’t managed to get the 'Funeral of Doom' score from Wang Feng yet, and another part... she actually thought Wang Feng was a different kind of human. They hadn't interacted much, but he left a deep impression. There were really not many human males who could resist her coquetry, and what was even stranger was that when he looked at orcs, whether it was her, who was praised by humans as beautiful, or the orc laborers who were considered ugly and filthy by humans, his gaze was the same. There was no discrimination towards the laborers, and towards her... it was at most curiosity. She could see equality in his eyes.

In a world ruled by rigid hierarchies, this feeling was downright extraordinary.

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