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Chapter 781: Chapter 315: Breakthrough—Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Myriad Phenomena Realm!!

The restaurant was filled with soothing string music.

The crystal chandelier refracted a warm, yellow glow, falling onto the exquisite silverware.

Yan Lin finished speaking.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze flickered slightly.

He understood what Yan Lin meant.

An opponent capable of silently controlling all the members of the Bauhinia Association.

Its terrifying capability far surpassed the divine Will encountered in direct combat.

Unknown methods, bizarre rituals, and indefensible mental erosion...

If the source and Achilles’ heel cannot be found, even the strongest Power.

May silently become a puppet.

Or be completely obliterated by an inexplicable curse.

This wasn’t an alarmist statement.

But rather the bloody lesson of the Bauhinia Association’s complete ruin.

Silence spread among the three of them.

Only the distant noise of the city outside served as background sound.

Fang Qingyu directed his gaze towards the buildings of the Celestial Punishment Association, his brow furrowing slightly, and suddenly asked, "The Celestial Punishment Association acts so secretively and discreetly, almost isolated from the world..."

"How did they manage to secure such a large area in the city center back then, and still guard it without being encroached upon by other forces?"

This was unreasonable.

In the City of Injustice, every inch of land was precious, and the core of the Inner City was a battleground for giants.

A non-expanding, non-social, reclusive organization.

How could it occupy such prime real estate without being coveted?

Upon hearing this, Yan Lin’s mouth drew a slightly bitter arc.

"We can see, and the old foxes of other major forces can naturally also see, the Celestial Punishment Association’s eeriness and unfriendliness." She put down her intertwined hands, picked up the lemon water on the table, and took a sip.

"From a very early time, the Celestial Punishment Association stopped expanding their territory."

"So no one dared to provoke them actively, and over time, this area became a de facto forbidden zone of the City of Injustice. They have continued to exist by relying on... this unfathomable terror."

"Then have they never proactively provoked anyone else?"

Fang Qingyu pursued further, not believing that a cult could be entirely without desire or ambition.

Yan Lin was taken aback by the question, then raised her hand to point at her nose, showing an extremely helpless expression on her face: "Aren’t I one of them?"

Jiang Wei, who was sitting next to them, had clear red pupils reflecting Yan Lin’s helpless gesture, and then looked at that dead-silent building complex, speaking in a crisp voice: "Cults are relatively difficult to deal with, using bizarre methods, but once you find their Achilles’ heel, they can even be easier to handle than martial artists of the same level or Divine Cultists."

Yan Lin nodded in deep agreement: "Exactly, that’s what I meant earlier. The current problem is how to investigate?"

"They don’t contact the outside world at all."

"I tried before, changed into several carefully-prepared identities to infiltrate their outer organizations, or contact some low-level members..."

"You know the outcome."

Fang Qingyu’s fingertips unconsciously tapped gently on the warm table surface.

The thoughts surged in his Molten Gold Vertical Pupils.

He spoke slowly, with an exploratory tone: "They have been entrenched in this City of Injustice for so long, they must have desires, right? It can’t be that they have no desires or ambitions, just staying in this city doing nothing."

"Eh!" Yan Lin lightly tapped the table, her face showing more helplessness: "You really hit the mark, I investigated all the forces that had contact with them, and no one knows what they want, except for occasionally buying daily supplies, they usually don’t come out of those buildings, if not for the occasional emergence of people from inside, everyone would think that area is a ghost town."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by this revelation.

If Yan Lin’s investigation was accurate.

Then the people of the Celestial Punishment Association might be even more terrifying than he imagined...

Because in typical scenarios like this,

The things they scheme for are often larger.

A dinner that started with a less than pleasant atmosphere came to an end.

Yan Lin bid farewell to Fang Qingyu.

She had her own matters to attend to.

"Contact me if there’s anything."

Yan Lin reminded, lastly.

The car merged into the neon-flashing crowd, quickly disappearing from view.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stood by the roadside, waving down a taxi.

They got into the car, feeling the slight bumps from the smooth ride.

Fang Qingyu watched the bustling street scene outside the window speeding past.

Thinking to himself, it’s time to get a car, it would make future actions more convenient.

The taxi navigated through the slightly chaotic streets of the Gray Rock District.

Unlike before.

The streets were now sprinkled with new Cyan Dragon Banners.

And those uniformed in gray attire, wearing swords at their waists, patrolling with heads held high were members of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

The car finally stopped behind the headquarters of the Blood Wolf Gang, amidst the serene villa area.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei pushed open the heavy carved wooden door of their villa.

The spacious and bright living room on the first floor.

Had only Lv Chen and Old Qiao present.

One was lounging on a large leather sofa, the other sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

Both heads were lowered, fingers sliding rapidly over the screens of their phones.

So focused that they didn’t notice the two entering immediately.

The screen’s light cast upon their faces, bringing a sense of... relaxation that seemed out of place with this new environment.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over them, his brow furrowing slightly, but soon regained his composure.

Without pausing, he walked straight across the living room.

Heading towards the passage to the underground training ground.

"Qingzi? Sister Wei? You’re back?"

Lv Chen heard the footsteps and only then raised his head, smiling in greeting.

"Mm."

Fang Qingyu responded indifferently, without stopping.

Old Qiao also put down his phone: "Qingzi."

Fang Qingyu stopped at the entrance of the training ground, turned sideways.