Chapter 554: Wanted List
Simply put, Feng Jianyi found a way to achieve rapid travel within the empire's territory.
If this method can be realized.
Then, if ordinary people want to travel from Area 51 to Area 1 of the Atrium, they no longer have to travel for several months or even a year or two, but may be able to reach their destination in one day.
In the past, it was the transformation from the earth to the global village.
"If that's the case, wouldn't that be a good thing?"
“Normalism is indeed a good thing.”
Mu Qingtong raised her pale golden eyes slightly, "But the wave arc model in Feng Jianyi's conjecture is not only applicable to the present world, but also to the evil world."
Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated slightly.
Indeed, if the 51 regions of the current world are compared to 51 waves caused by a stone falling into the water, then the 52nd wave after the 51 waves. The world plane represented by this wave is the nightmare world!
"If Feng Jianyi really finds that power and can use it on a large scale, then the barrier between the two worlds will be a joke."
Xia Feng couldn't help but recall the news he had received from the Bone-Faced Evil God in the Demon Sea: the Imaginary King's Court had found a way to invade the real world on a large scale.
Could this method be just Feng Jianyi's guess?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
It is no wonder that the empire is wanted for Feng Jianyi and even lists him as an S-level wanted criminal. What would happen if Feng Jianyi ran to the Nightmare Realm and entered the Imaginary Royal Court?
After Xia Feng finished gossiping, he was too lazy to think about it anymore.
Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. For now, he is still trying to find a way to become a Venerable and condense the first level of enlightenment.
While thinking, he noticed that Chanaixue was looking up with interest, so he followed her gaze.
A list of wanted criminals is being rotated on the light and shadow screen on the roof, reminding passengers to pay attention to travel safety.
Xia Feng immediately saw his and Miss Mu's code names.
[Q-faced man: AA-level wanted criminal, true identity unknown, suspected of possessing an A-level spiritual weapon, specific realm unknown, possesses the strength to face a second-level master head-on - bounty 100 million Imperial Coins/select one rare sixth-level spiritual material]
[K-faced man: Cancelled (deceased)]
The Empire's wanted criminal levels are divided into seven levels: D, C, B, A, AA, AAA, and S.
Xia Feng expressed his envy that Miss Mu had double A grades.
Damn it, he wants to be on the list too!
It's not for anything else, I just want to suppress Miss Mu.
It’s a pity that his alias K-faced man is already dead.
Just as he was feeling regretful, Xia Feng suddenly saw his real name appear on the list.
Xia Feng: A-level wanted criminal a year ago, now downgraded to B-level, a third-level spiritualist, suspected to be the Son of Eternal Day, and one of the perpetrators of the Area 51 Garden Massacre – bounty: 8 million Imperial Coins.
“???”
No, what does that mean? It's fine if it's only A-level, but why is there a downgrade? Xia Feng was also convinced. He, a dignified Sirius, was only worth 8 million!
However, what surprised Xia Feng was that the bounty for the Spade Man and the Red Heart Man did not appear on the list.
It seems that the Empire has not yet completely defined the Peach Organization as a terrorist organization.
The list continued to decline, and finally reached the S-level wanted zone.
In the past ten thousand years of the empire, there have been no more than ten S-level wanted criminals, and each one of them is a terrifying existence.
[Hinu: S-rank wanted criminal, former second pillar of the Empire, Disciple, sage, rebelled during the Imperial Civil War, suspected of becoming a god?]
[Tsukihime: S-rank wanted criminal, former second pillar of the empire, disciple, sage.]
[Monk Shi Ming: Former Second Pillar of the Empire, Disciple, S-Rank Wanted Criminal, Revoked (Captured)]
Xiahou Nian: S-rank wanted criminal, former second pillar of the empire, Pillar of the State, Spirit King rank revoked (deceased)
The civil war in the empire was actually a war between the second goalpost and the other three goalposts.
After the civil war, the pillar of the country, Xiahou Nian, died in Beiqiu, and his three disciples defected by various means, and the second pillar of the country was already dead in name only.
Looking at the list, Xia Feng suddenly realized that he seemed to have had direct or indirect contact with these three disciples.
What died in the Demon Sea was just a clone of the body of Hinano, and it could come to trouble him again at any time.
Tsukihime is He Jianzhu, but her true identity is far more than just Tsukihime.
As for the monk Shi Ming, the holy box obtained from Beiqiuyuan before was his sub-spiritual weapon, and now no one knows where he is imprisoned by the empire.
The last one, Xiahou Nian, the so-called Spirit King, is the name of the realm of the eighth-level star god.
From this point of view, it is unprecedented in the past ten thousand years that Feng Jianyi can be on par with these near-god or even god-level figures with his mortal body.
But at this moment, Xia Feng's black pupils, which were slightly lowered in thought, paused.
In addition to the two rows of facing silver benches on the Star Rail, there is also a six-person sofa area that requires payment, which is a small compartment.
Now he and the three women are resting in this small compartment.
Mu Qingtong and Chan Naixue sat opposite each other, one on each side, while Jiang Qiu'e sat dignifiedly beside Xia Feng, closing her eyes to rest.
But at this moment.
Xia Feng could clearly feel the cold and smooth tender feet in the darkness under the table tapping his leather boots, sliding up his calves like water until they stepped into his thighs.
Xia Feng subconsciously closed his legs, not letting her go any further, and raised his eyes expressionlessly.
Opposite, Miss Mu was sitting with her legs crossed in a black dress, with a thick volume of "The Language of the Evil Tribe" on her knees. Her fingertips gently turned the pages, her slender eyelids lowered, her beautiful light golden eyes cold and focused, and she did not notice Xia Feng's gaze.
Xia Feng turned her gaze to the right. Cha Naixue's snow-capped skirt with cold flowers carved on it was proud, like two snow-capped Tianshan Mountains placed on the table. She supported her chin with her hands, and read "The Language of the Evil Tribe" out of boredom. It seemed that she would read whatever book Mu Qingtong was reading recently.
As if she had noticed something, Cha Naixue raised her delicate little face and met Xia Feng's cold gaze.
Why are you staring at me like this? Did you finally realize that I'm actually much prettier than Mu Qingtong? Cha Naixue pursed her lips and smiled: "Xiao Feng, what's wrong?"
"Cha Naxue, do you want to die?" Xia Feng narrowed his black pupils and spoke in a bad tone.
".!" Cha Naixue's smile froze. She was a little confused and a little aggrieved. No, what did I do again?
Xia Feng's voice barely fell as he finished speaking, his tone couldn't help but stagnate, because a soft foot stepped in completely from under the table.
The materials used to build Star Iron are special. It is said that there is a spiritual material called Ice Flow Stone in the remains of the Ice God, which is one of the materials used to build Star Iron.
Therefore, in addition to having strong defensive power and being able to defend against Venerable-level attacks, Star Iron also has the function of prohibiting spirit particles.
Inside the Star Iron, Xia Feng was unable to use the Eye of Deconstruction to see through things.
But judging from the distance, Cha Naixue's legs should not be that long and it is impossible for them to reach his waist directly.
Misunderstood Cha Naixue? Xia Feng's eyes shifted to the left again, staring at Mu Qingtong without blinking.
The woman in the black dress seemed to have finally noticed his gaze. She raised her beautiful eyes to glance at him, then lowered them again, leaned back elegantly, turned the pages with her fingertips, and quietly read "The Language of the Evil Tribe".
Xia Feng felt that the delicate soles of the feet under the table began to increase their strength, causing him to subconsciously bend forward like a shrimp, with his elbows on the table.
(End of this chapter)
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