151: Chapter 151 Lu Ling

"It's about time to go back."

Chen Moxuan opened his hand, and an ice crystal drifting leisurely in the Void Realm fell into his palm.

Calculating the time, the Lust Maniac's Physical Body should be about finished reshaping.

Recalling what Song Xin said, during the time the Lust Maniac slept, all the memories experienced by the host would also be acquired by him when he woke up.

Moreover, in their organization, the Lust Maniac played the role of one of the brains.

And unlike her, who was the least experienced among the Great Sin Madmen, he could be considered a veteran of the organization, knowing far more than she did.

Song Xin had once asserted confidently that one only needed to briefly explain the current situation to the Lust Maniac, and with his intelligence, he would surely be able to quickly understand and accept reality.

Chen Moxuan was skeptical of this claim.

After spending time together, he had realized that Song Xin was quite an unreliable person.

Putting himself in his shoes, if he had been asleep for a long time and was suddenly awakened by a strange face, and this person also knew his most core secrets.

If there were still lingering doubts in the other party's explanation that couldn't be completely ruled out upon careful inspection.

Then, how could he easily rule out that the other party was an enemy who had stolen information from his companions and intended him harm?

One must know that the more meticulous a person is, the more they will instinctively remain suspicious of others when facing the unknown.

Therefore, Chen Moxuan did not listen to what Song Xin said and had prepared an explanation in advance that could convince him.

Perhaps it wouldn't make the other party trust him immediately, but at least it could avoid the awkward situation of being mistaken for an enemy.

At that time, he could directly transmit information via Spiritual Sense to completely eliminate concerns.

"There are a few more Special Abilities that need to be analyzed; it's better to save some Mental Energy."

[Extreme Movement] consumed quite a bit of Mental Energy.

Perhaps because his own speed was already extremely fast, accelerating further through [Extreme Movement] consumed far more Mental Energy than when a speedster used [Extreme Movement].

Of course, the acceleration amplitude [Extreme Movement] could achieve in Chen Moxuan's hands was far beyond what a speedster could compare to.

No longer using any Special Ability, Chen Moxuan channeled his True Qi and sped towards the air-raid shelter in mid-air.

When he was less than three kilometers away from the air-raid shelter, Chen Moxuan suddenly captured a majestic and vast Soul aura, spreading wantonly like a surging tide without reservation.

This aura came suddenly, as if it had detected his arrival and was sending him a signal.

"This posture, it seems like he's waiting specifically for me?" Chen Moxuan speculated inwardly.

He maintained a high state of alertness, yet his steps remained steady and powerful as he advanced forward.

Even running in mid-air relying solely on True Qi, the three-kilometer straight-line distance was only a matter of less than ten breaths for him.

Soon, a figure entered his line of sight.

Chen Moxuan landed lightly, his feet firmly stepping on the ground, maintaining a distance of one hundred meters from that person as they confronted each other.

It was a man with sharp facial contours, with a faint indifference in his eyes.

Chen Moxuan could not feel any hostility from him, nor could he feel a shred of friendliness.

Perhaps it should be said that from this man, he could not feel the emotional fluctuations that a living person should have.

It was a kind of near-dead silence.

If not for the few pieces of clothing on him with vastly different styles, appearing as if they were pieced together from different people, carrying an uncoordinated sense of weirdness.

If not for the majestic Soul aura constantly radiating from within his body.

Chen Moxuan would have almost thought that what stood before him was a lifelike sculpture, rather than a living person.

The man seemed to have seen through what Chen Moxuan was thinking and took the initiative to speak:

"In my view, you are definitely not my enemy."

Chen Moxuan had just intended to explain the situation and was caught off guard by this sudden sentence, pausing slightly:

"Why?"

"First, in the memories during my sleep, your purpose for coming to this school seemed to be looking for someone named 'Zhang Qing.' Combining this with subsequent memories, it is not difficult to deduce that the person you are looking for is me.

Judging from the mistake in the name, you most likely obtained the information from Sloth."

"Second, my ring can only be touched without obstruction by members of the Madman Society who have been gazed upon by the Devil's Eye."

The man's voice had no fluctuations or ripples, as bland as plain water,

"Finally, you can understand it as a special talent of mine; I can smell a very thick scent of blood unique to Transcendent emanating from you."

"Ten? ... No, that's not right, there are the scents of blood from twelve different Transcendent, and the scents are still very fresh, all stained within a day."

The man's words effectively explained why he firmly believed that Chen Moxuan was not an enemy.

He looked up slightly, his gaze piercing through layers of air, looking toward the transparent barrier covering the entire city, and continued:

"Let me introduce myself. I am the Lust Maniac of the Madman Society. You can address me by my code name, or you can call me Lv Ling."

"I have already learned about the Continental Carnival from my memories. However, I would still like you to briefly elaborate on the specific sequence of events."

Chen Moxuan had not expected the conversation to proceed so smoothly.

Although such a poker-faced man seemed impossible to associate with the word 'Lust' in any way.

But the various details in the conversation completely confirmed his identity as the Lust Maniac.

Chen Moxuan let down his guard and slowly approached Lv Ling:

"I have mastered a method to quickly transmit some simple information to you, but it requires you to relax and not generate any resistance."

Seeing Lv Ling nod slightly.

Chen Moxuan pressed his fingers, held together like a sword, gently onto the center of the other party's brow.

A warm and powerful Spiritual Sense surged from his fingertips, carrying all the information he wanted to convey, and poured into Lv Ling's mind.

Lv Ling's expression was calm, silently receiving this information, his eyes flickering constantly.

After a while, he had completely digested this information.

"I understand the situation. Time is a bit tight; let's go to Sloth first and discuss the next step of the plan together."

As Lv Ling said this, he was about to walk forward.

But after walking only a few steps, he found that Chen Moxuan was still standing in place.

"You don't want to go?" Lv Ling asked, looking back.

Chen Moxuan did not respond immediately, but quietly probed his Spiritual Sense into the air-raid shelter.

The scene inside the air-raid shelter was clearly presented in his mind; he saw those students still standing sluggishly like puppets, their eyes hollow and devoid of any Life Qi.

"When will the people inside recover to normal?" Chen Moxuan withdrew his Spiritual Sense and looked at Lv Ling.

"They were affected by the Devil's power that leaked out when I paid the price. If there is no external interference, it will take another ten minutes or so before they return to normal."

"I still have some things I want to do. I will come to find you in half an hour."

Chen Moxuan turned and walked towards the air-raid shelter.

Seeing this, Lv Ling did not stop him. Combining the intelligence he possessed, he had already guessed what Chen Moxuan intended to do, but simply reminded him:

"We are not some savior organization, but if you intend to save people, try your best to save the vast majority of them; otherwise, it won't have any effect."

"Talking to you is indeed very easy."

Chen Moxuan waved his hand, his figure disappearing into the pitch-black entrance of the air-raid shelter.

Wasn't the Continental Carnival trying to stage a bloody massacre to entertain the masses?

Then he would turn this carnival event, which the whole nation was looking forward to, into a completely boring farce.