【Unprovoked cause】.

Shenlong Pass.

"I declare that the Hunting God Festival... officially begins!" As Commander Lin finished speaking, thunderous applause rang out from the venue.

Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi looked at the crimson figure and clapped their palms hard until they turned red. Fireworks burst in the air and under Wuquan's control, they gathered into the shape of the Night Watch badge, which amazed the Night Watchmen.

"Captain, Captain...eat less. Your cheeks are almost full." A member of the Phoenix team couldn't help but persuade Xia Simeng, the "zombie" in front of him who was frantically stuffing small cakes into his mouth.

Xia Simeng still had that zombie makeup on her face, with the word "work" written in bright red on her head, and her mouth was stuffed full.

She glared at Commander Lin in the air in annoyance, "#*!@#@!!"

"...Captain, how about you finish eating before we talk?"

"I won't! Lin Bapi won't approve our leave, but he can't let me have a few more snacks? Anyway, I've finished my performance, and I'm going to have a buffet here today! Don't let anyone stop me!"

Xia Simeng sat cross-legged in front of the shop, holding a small cake in each hand and stuffing them into her mouth again, looking up at Commander Lin in the sky with a look full of resentment.

"..." The team member hesitated for a moment, and then said, "But Captain...that's not Commander Lin. Commander Lin is outside presiding over this cause and effect. It's useless for you to glare at the monk of fate."

"They all look the same anyway, can't I just vent my anger?"

“Okay, okay, okay…”

"This time when I go back, I must find a way to get a vacation! No one can stop me!" Xia Simeng waved his fist firmly.

A voice from the radio rang out over the venue: "Next, Commander Lin will address everyone."

The fateful monk wore a crimson cloak and had a straight knife on his waist, symbolizing his status as the seventh commander. He glanced at the people below with an indifferent look and said in a serious tone according to the script Lin Qiye had written for him:

"So far, the 'God Hunting Plan' has been launched for four years. During these four years, we have achieved fruitful results. The nine corpses of gods behind me are not the end of the plan. 'God Hunting' is still going on..."

This five-minute long speech made Xia Simeng yawn several times, but it excited many young night watchmen below. They listened carefully from beginning to end. Although they didn't understand most of it, it didn't prevent them from building confidence and goals.

In front of those nine divine corpses, the words "slaying gods" that they had never dared to think about now didn't seem so far away... Their aspirations had already jumped out of the city they were originally in and arrived in a more vast and wonderful world.

A city needs a group of people to guard it, but the city itself should not become a prison for this group of people.

After this celebration, the spirit and vision of the younger generation of Night's Watch will far surpass those of previous generations, giving them a constant source of motivation and confidence that has never been seen before among Night's Watchers.

"...I hope that you can all grow up to be the best Night's Watchmen; but I hope even more that... you can become the last batch of Night's Watchmen." The monk paused for a moment and said the last sentence in his speech.

“When one day the world no longer needs the protection of the Night Watch, it means that we have become the most successful generation.”

The night watchmen below were stunned for a moment, then reacted and thunderous applause resounded through the sky.

As the speeches ended, the celebration came to an end.

Under the guidance of the staff, many night watchmen gradually moved towards the direction of the dock, but the fireworks on the wall of Shenlong Pass not only did not stop, but became even more grand, as if to see them off.

The night watchmen boarded the ship, and as the whistle sounded, they passed through the gate of Shenlong Pass and gradually headed towards the land.

They all stood at the stern, looking at the silver-white city gradually disappearing in the distance, their eyes full of yearning and aftertaste.

The fateful monk stood at the edge of the city wall, watching the ship sail away. The crimson cloak behind him gradually faded into nothingness and dissipated into the air...

At the same time, the many human ceilings and human gods standing behind him also turned into nothingness, as if they had never existed.

Among the many phantoms, only Wuquan walked out slowly and breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's finally over..."

"Monk, did we perform well this time? Can we go back and ask Commander Lin... Lin to grant us a day off?" Xia Simeng, wearing a golden cloak, flew to the side of Monk Fate and asked.

The fateful monk glanced at her and said calmly, "When you glared at me, you really tried hard."

"Forehead……"

"Let's go. This cause and effect that never existed should end."

As the monk's voice fell, the world around them faded and blurred, and threads of cause and effect floated out of their bodies, extending into the nothingness in the distance...

…

The surface of the East China Sea.

Lin Qiye, who was holding [Unprovoked Cause] in his hand, slowly opened his eyes.

Hundreds of causal threads floated out from his palms and returned to the body of the sleeping night watchman behind him. At the same time, the figures of Monk Fate, Wuquan, and the Phoenix team walked over from a distance one after another.

"Thank you all for your hard work." Lin Qiye smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Xia Simeng's eyes lit up, "You also think I'm working hard! Right! Then..."

"Xia Simeng, have you finished writing the 20,000-word self-criticism for forging the leave note last time?" Without waiting for Xia Simeng to finish, Lin Qiye spoke slowly.

Xia Simeng's body trembled, he laughed dryly twice, scratched his head and said:

"I'm suddenly a little worried about the situation at other borders... I'll lead the team to inspect first, you guys can chat slowly."

After he finished speaking, Xia Simeng gave a look to the many members of the Phoenix team behind him, and at the same time turned into several golden streams of light and disappeared into the sky.

Monk Fate threw the straight knife in his hand to Lin Qiye and said calmly:

"What's going on?"

"There is one person coming from the northern border, and he is being surrounded by the four of them. He should not be able to escape. There are two people coming from the southern border. Brother Zha has already severely injured one of them, and the other one has a lot of tricks up his sleeve and has already fled into the fog."

"Then I'll go help first."

Wuquan set off immediately and rushed straight to the southern border.

With his departure, the ship became quiet again. Lin Qiye sat on the bow holding a straight knife, looking back at the many night watchmen sleeping in all directions, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Next is the most crucial step." Monk Fate clasped his hands together and stood beside Lin Qiye.

"Yes." Lin Qiye nodded. "Whether we can knock down the tiger in the mountains depends on this time."

On the deck next to him, Zhen Xiaoyi and Jia Shasha, who were sleeping soundly, had their eyelashes trembling slightly, and it seemed that they were about to wake up soon.