Free Web NovelChapter 569: Chapter 312: Little Volcano’s Level 8 Machinist
Whew...
The fierce wind blew.
In the square, one by one, foxes busily laid stone slabs on the ground according to their excavation positions.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Ao ao ao!"
At the center of all the stone slabs, Bai Mo sat on a fishing recliner, holding a tablet, as his Divine Sense spread like the wind, examining the data on each stone slab.
As he watched, he occasionally frowned, thought for a moment, and sometimes wrote something down on the tablet.
"The data from the Celestial Palace is really good; it’s worthy of a hundred-thousand-mile radius of medicine fields.
"Huh? This... seems a bit off... Oh? So that’s it."
After pondering for a moment and figuring out the issue, he smiled and jotted down notes.
A hot pot of tea and a few oranges were placed on the small table next to him.
Small and Big Eyes, Overalls, and Butterfly Knot ran off to join their brothers in arranging the stone slabs, occasionally glancing back at their master, ready to respond to him at any moment.
Bai Mo was about to write something when his Spiritual Sense was suddenly triggered.
"Su Baitao? Is something wrong?"
Bai Mo switched his view and saw Su Baitao writing a letter by hand, intending to show it to him.
[Today, in the suburbs of Dongguo City, a supernatural battle occurred]
[Two residential buildings, far apart, inexplicably swapped places]
Huh?
Bai Mo frowned.
Two residential buildings swapped places?
[The matter is very strange; the foundations, utilities, and all switched along with them, as if the swap never happened]
[If it weren’t for one building having better lighting, causing the residents to protest fervently, demanding compensation from the relevant departments, this event might have gone unnoticed]
Lighting?
Bai Mo smacked his lips, feeling both absurd and real.
[I personally went to the site to investigate and found feathers and bloodstains in the flower bed between the two buildings]
[Moreover, the residents of the two buildings actually had their hearts swapped from the left side to the right]
[The Immortal Committee secretly inspected them, and so far they are healthy, with no abnormalities found]
[I suspect an unknown Immortal Technique Master once fought here!]
[These two buildings and their residents were just collateral damage from the supernatural battle]
[But neither party involved in the battle belongs to the Immortal Committee, and we have no intelligence to start the investigation]
Oh?
Bai Mo pursed his lips.
Lately, such strange things have been occurring more frequently. They’re also commonly featured in the Immortal Committee’s daily reports.
"Is it because the number of Sequence Seven Immortal Technique Masters is increasing?"
There’s an awkward aspect involved here... About various paths, about Immortal Techniques, about the Ancient Immortal Dynasty—whether it’s Bai Mo or the Immortal Committee, there’s not much knowledge.
Even though Bai Mo has already cultivated to Sequence Six in the Alchemy Path, there are still so many Immortal Techniques and so many secrets in this path that Bai Mo is unaware of.
After all, he doesn’t have a master and relies entirely on his apprentices to dig out piece after piece of broken stone slab, relying on picking up scraps to cultivate.
Perhaps some of these weird incidents are indeed the handiwork of an Alchemy Path Immortal Technique Master?
In today’s world, things have already become bizarre. Should a day come when the dream shatters and the true form of the Ancient Immortal descends upon the world, what kind of spectacle would that be?
Bai Mo was lost in thought for a moment, then smiled broadly.
For now, focus on cultivation!
The best he can do at present is to cultivate quickly, striving to be of a higher Sequence and stronger when the Ancient Immortal descends!
He continued to read Su Baitao’s letter.
[I am very scared lately]
[With my power, I may not be able to continue to suppress Dongguo City]
[I want to take a trip to West State; what do you think?]
Huh?
After all that talking, it turns out you want to go beg?
[I am very scared lately]
[I don’t know if it’s just plain anxiety]
...
In Dongguo City, inside the office of the director of White Peach Medical Beauty.
Under the lamp, Su Baitao held a pen with her slender fingers, swiftly writing the letter.
[...I have an inexplicable feeling, as if... as if being watched by something strange?]
Upon writing this, she felt a slight dizziness in her mind, realizing that the Ancient Immortal was monitoring her.
She quickly tore the letter paper off.
Swish...
Swish...
"Hmm?"
Besides the sound of tearing the letter, she seemed to hear another sound slipping away from the window.
She looked at the dark window side.
"Master, did you just see something flash past the window?"
The Ancient Immortal’s voice echoed in her mind.
"Did you?
"I didn’t see anything."
...
The night wind howled.
After a day’s work, the apprentices gathered around their master again at Fox Mountain, dense and numerous, holding freshly mixed drinks, looking up at the picture in the air.
Bai Mo sat on the bed, surrounded by a pile of foxes, cradling a cup of mustard cream grape wine, taking a sip, frowning, and feeling that if he didn’t treat it as wine, he might begrudgingly accept it.
In his arms, his fox apprentice Hu Hufeng was drinking a cup, looking up at the big screen.
"Ying ying ying!"
The limiter molds bought before were put to great use!
Today the foxes specially mixed several more drinks, preparing to exchange them for some good stuff!
The scene switched to the Little Volcano Military Factory, which, despite it being dawn, was shrouded in thick mountain mist, grey and hazy.
Bai Mo first adjusted the Fire Toad’s view to the small temple at the mountain top.
"Let’s check what’s new in the shop... Huh... nothing new?"
The foxes also widened their eyes.
Surprisingly, the shop was still the same as yesterday! There were submachine guns, sniper rifles, grenades, scopes... but not a single mold that Fox Mountain wanted!
What’s going on?
Hu Hufeng looked up at his master.
