As Chen Jing counted the money, he walked along the dilapidated and dirty streets of the Eggshell District.
He suddenly saw a man standing motionless in front of him, who looked like a soldier and was carrying a sword and a rifle.
Chen Jing muttered to himself, "Such strict checks. You never see soldiers in the Eggshell area on weekdays..." He walked up to him, pretending to be someone who hadn't done anything wrong, and tried to greet him.
As soon as Chen Jing got to the man's side, he smelled blood.
His pupils contracted as he noticed a faint, razor-sharp cut on the soldier's neck.
Fresh blood gushed out!
What, what happened?! Chen Jing was terrified and quickly hid under the eaves on one side, hiding in the shadows and diving into the "dark sea" to become invisible.
boom!
An explosion was heard in the sky!
Chen Jing looked up at the sky and saw many burning paper cranes falling like snowflakes.
What's going on? Is this a battle of magic between cultivators from afar? Before he could even be surprised, he suddenly heard a voice from the other side of the street.
The voice was extremely majestic, like that of a god: "The assassin is nearby. No one who is not involved should go out!"
Had he run into a black hand team trying to eliminate assassins? Chen Jing cursed his bad luck inwardly.
Now, he didn't even dare to move around, fearing he'd be mistaken for an accomplice of the assassin and eliminated along with him. But then he thought, he has the ability to become invisible, and his face isn't on the wanted list, so watching shouldn't be a problem.
Looking at the debris on the ground, Chen Jing felt a sense of longing. Was this what battles between cultivators were like? It truly exceeded his expectations…
In his original imagination, cultivators were the kind who faced each other, fighting while smashing each other with magical treasures.
This is what a cultivator should be like! Killing without a trace, fighting in a mysterious, unseen realm! Chen Jing looked at the slain soldiers and the falling paper crane fragments.
Chen Jing suddenly felt a pang of emotion and turned his gaze to the other side. He saw three people slowly walking towards him from the other side of the street. The one in the middle was dressed in a black robe, had a goatee, a broad face typical of the Blue Dynasty, and a bald head covered with many mysterious dark blue symbols. On either side of him were soldiers dressed as soldiers, with straight swords at their waists, rifles on their backs, helmets, and dark leather armor.
Chen Jing recognized the man in black! He had seen him before when he came to the area near the shipyard with his hunting party to sell antique items and hunting spoils, including things similar to black pills.
People at the time called him Master Mo, Mo Wujiang! He was a member of the Black Hand team, responsible for appraising valuable items, and was extremely knowledgeable.
Chen Jing suddenly recalled something he had heard from someone boasting in a tavern.
The surname Mo is a common surname in the Lan Dynasty and throughout the world! Mo is related to the ancient sect "Mo Men".
The Mo Clan was most skilled in mechanical arts. Many of their inventions, such as firearms, landmines, and bombs, were originally "hidden weapons" created by the Mo Clan. Later, during the War of Ruins, the Mo Clan pledged allegiance to the orthodox Song Dynasty and its supporter, the An Dynasty. However, the Mo Clan was also destroyed in the War of Ruins. The remaining Mo Clan members changed their surname to Mo and dispersed to various places.
"My lord?" A soldier turned to look at Mo Wujiang.
Mo Wujiang nodded: "They are indeed the mechanical wielders of the Mo Clan. Tell them to be careful of landmines, traps, and various devices. Each mechanical wielder is a skilled craftsman, adept at setting traps and using hidden weapons."
"The spiritual paper cranes cannot stray too far from the mechanism, otherwise they will lose control and spirituality, especially in the fog of the ancient Song Dynasty. Search the vicinity."
"Understood," the soldier said, and quickly ran away.
Under Chen Jing's watchful eye, another soldier approached the body, intending to examine his comrade's corpse.
"Wait a minute!" Mo Wujiang seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly called out to the soldier to stop, but it was too late; he had already approached the spot.
boom!
A massive heatwave erupted, and the gushing debris blasted onto the ground and walls around Chen Jing.
"Aaaaaaah!"
The soldier was hit all over by shrapnel from the landmine, and he let out a horrifying scream of pain.
"Lord Mo! Help me! Ahhhhh!"
The shards pierced his arms, body, eyes, and face, blasting him to the ground in agony, a terrifying sight.
Mo Wujiang did not approach; instead, he retreated warily.
Chen Jing seemed to have figured something out, and quickly moved away from the wounded man.
Boom boom boom!
An even more powerful explosion followed, sweeping away the area that had been there before.
As expected. Chen Jing thought to himself, the landmines planted by the so-called "mechanical expert" among the assassins were not weak enough to kill an ordinary soldier, but rather they were drawn in reserve and detonated only when someone got close.
This... this is not quite the battle between cultivators that I imagined. Is there something wrong with the art style...? Chen Jing was a little stunned. A perfectly good battle of magic from a distance had turned into setting up a series of landmines?
He looked up and saw paper cranes flying in the sky. The paper cranes appeared particularly ethereal in the mist, and their large wings made them fly and glide in the air, leaving unpredictable traces.
Some of the paper cranes swooped down, some didn't rise again, while others rose, their wings stained with a little bright red.
boom!
Chen Jing saw an explosion that occurred from an unknown source, which caused the paper cranes to burst open, and then more paper cranes fell from the sky.
Chen Jing turned his head again and saw that Mo Wujiang's talisman was burning and he was chanting incantations.
Are they fighting? Is this a battle between cultivators?
For some reason, Chen Jing felt a surge of excitement, but he quickly suppressed it.
Before transmigrating, he often read novels that featured scenes of onlookers watching powerful figures fight and exclaiming in awe. He never expected that he would become an onlooker instead of a powerful figure.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com