595: Chapter 595 A Mistake

In a slightly drafty laboratory, Zhou Yan and Xiao Sheng were staring dumbfounded at Wang Yao and Long Tianxing.

The two were currently piled on top of each other. Wang Yao didn't have a single piece of clothing on his body, and Long Tianxing was doing slightly better... well, okay, he didn't have many scraps of cloth left either.

Zhou Yan had originally followed the direction the aura came from, but upon arriving, he discovered this scene.

What does this mean? Could it be that the Initial Flood Dragon... Eww!

Zhou Yan seemed to have thought of some horrifying image; his whole body shuddered, and he rubbed his shoulders with a look of disgust, while not forgetting to use a Recording Stone to record it.

Xiao Sheng stepped forward to separate the two and casually draped a garment over Wang Yao.

"It seems the two of them have exhausted their strength."

After saying this, Xiao Sheng lifted Long Tianxing's tattered dharma robe and examined the scorch marks on his back.

"And looking at the marks on Long Tianxing's body, it seems he also had a fight with Wang Yao. Those scars were caused by the celestial master sword, the same as the marks we saw on the road."

After checking the injuries on both of them, Xiao Sheng gave his conclusion.

"You mean they had a fight?"

Zhou Yan also stepped forward to take a look. Wang Yao's panel was very healthy; except for his blue bar being almost empty, his health bar hadn't dropped much.

But looking at Long Tianxing.

How did Long Tianxing's cultivation drop to the Foundation Establishment Stage!

Because he was still that player panel, without actual health points or mana, Zhou Yan hadn't noticed it at first.

But when he scanned him again, he noticed that Long Tianxing, who was originally at the Nascent Soul Stage, had now dropped to Foundation Establishment Perfection, not even at the Core Formation Stage anymore.

Zhou Yan hurriedly placed his hand on Long Tianxing's wrist and scanned his body with his Divine Sense. He discovered that Long Tianxing's Nascent Soul was still there, but it seemed a bit underdeveloped, the entire Nascent Soul listless and withered.

Moreover, the other party actually had no Spiritual Root left in his body!

The situation was urgent, so Zhou Yan put away the Recording Stone.

Long Tianxing's problem was definitely related to Wang Yao and the Initial Flood Dragon. No matter what happened, the price of losing a Spiritual Root was very severe. He had to take them to a safe place first.

"Xiao Sheng, you take Long Tianxing and Wang Yao away first. Long Tianxing's current state is very dangerous; he needs treatment."

Watching Xiao Sheng run out of the base with Long Tianxing on his back, Wang Yao in his arms, and the celestial master sword in his mouth, Zhou Yan turned his head to look at the War Knight below in the pit, which looked more like a red mecha compared to the Victory Knight.

With mana enveloping the War Knight, the massive mecha was dragged out of the pit just like that.

Zhou Yan jumped onto the mecha's chest and began tearing from the center. Only after almost completely shredding its upper half did he discover a familiar figure inside.

"This is Wang Yao's clone; it's already dead."

"The radar shows the last fluctuation of the Profound Scroll was here, but there is nothing left here except for this mecha."

"Could it be that the item is in the hands of the Initial Flood Dragon? That's not right either; the Initial Flood Dragon only has ribs left. He doesn't even have hands, let alone the ability to hide the Profound Scroll."

Looking at the main quest in the System interface that had been interrupted halfway through loading because the System was updating, as well as the radar that had suddenly popped up and then stopped responding, Zhou Yan wiped his face.

"What a pain."

He took out the badge Arthur had once given him and gave chase.

"Da~ da da."

Arthur hummed an unknown tune, his steps becoming increasingly light, as if he were dancing.

He pulled out a new wine glass from who knows where, checked its luster, and snapped his fingers.

Accompanied by the sound of the snap, a trickle of water appeared out of thin air, climbing along the cup walls and gradually wrapping around and cleaning the entire glass.

"Hmm~ This is indeed a good glass of wine."

Arthur picked up a bottle of wine, sniffed it, and for once rudely bit the cork off with his teeth, pouring it into the glass he had just cleaned.

Zhou Yan had already locked onto Arthur's location.

As he advanced at high speed, the corridors and doors were constantly changing, attempting to block him.

However, Zhou Yan unleashed the newly acquired Qiankun Slash. Even though these Materials had high strength, they were like tofu before him, posing no obstacle.

Arthur held the wine glass and swirled it slightly, enjoying the comfort of the wine lingering on the glass walls as it slowly slid down.

"Mr. Kun Gou, are you interested in having a glass too?"

"Although you cannot drink in your current state, it is still possible to taste the flavor of the wine a little."

"I don't mind helping you find a dropper to drip the wine onto your tongue."

Kun Gou's expression was very ugly, and he no longer looked at Arthur.

"How boring." Arthur drained the wine in his glass in one gulp and checked the time.

"Waiting is undoubtedly a painful thing, especially waiting when one has nothing to fear."

"I really want to see what kind of expressions those guys will have after they hear what I have to say."

Zhou Yan felt the aura getting closer and closer, and at the same time, he prepared for battle.

This guy is a high-ranking member of the Truth Cult; he probably won't be easier to deal with than the weakened Schrödinger.

He hasn't appeared for so long; I don't know what kind of conspiracies he's been plotting. I still need to be careful.

At this moment, Arthur was not plotting any conspiracies; he just poured himself another glass of wine, but this time he didn't drink it and set it aside.

Arthur propped himself up with one hand behind him, leaning against the table and looking at the ceiling, his eyes filled with both joy and confusion.

In his daze, he murmured two words.

"White Emperor..."

With a "Bang!", the door was kicked open by Zhou Yan. At this moment, he was fully armed and preparing to engage in a great battle with Arthur.

"Arthur, surrender now!"

The door opened, and white light illuminated the dim room, shining on Arthur as well. Seeing the person who arrived, Arthur raised a hand with a look of contentment on his face.

"You've finally arrived. I've waited until the flowers have withered."

Unlike Arthur's calmness, Zhou Yan's expression was incredibly gloomy.

The room he kicked open was empty; there were only some glass fragments and various liquids mixed together on the floor.

A slight check of the Spiritual Qi fluctuations revealed that, apart from the fluctuations caused by him kicking the door just now, it had been quiet here for a while.

This meant the person had left a long time ago.

Zhou Yan finally set his sights on the mechanical arm on the table and carefully lifted it with his mana.

Scanning the mechanical arm with his Divine Sense, Zhou Yan discovered that this was just a mechanical prosthetic hand of average strength, but it seemed to be holding something in its palm.

As if detecting Zhou Yan's Divine Sense fluctuations, the mechanical hand opened its palm, letting the object it was holding fall out.

Zhou Yan subconsciously dodged backward, wrapping himself tightly in several layers of protection and barriers.

But the danger he anticipated did not happen. The object that fell out was only the size of a fingernail. As it hit the ground and activated, a translucent projection of Arthur appeared in the room.

"If the one who managed to come here is Zhou Yan, then please accept my apology once again."

"If the person who came is not Zhou Yan, please convey my words as well."

"I am very sorry, but this time I still have reasons to leave and cannot stay to meet you."

"Last time I left a badge for you, so that you could find me in the Eastern Region in the future and receive one favor."

"However, it seems you don't really have any need for me. That is truly a pity for me."

"Now your strength has already exceeded my imagination," Arthur said, smiling a bit sheepishly. "Well, actually it doesn't really exceed my imagination, after all, a large part of it should be thanks to me."

"I told you the Truth Cult was a bit weird; this kind of thing where they shoot themselves in the foot seems to be bound to the Truth Cult."

"Ahem, I've digressed a bit."

Arthur coughed lightly and straightened his expression.

"Anyway, with your current strength, I don't have anything to compensate you with, and even if I did, you wouldn't necessarily forgive me."

"So let's just say a simple goodbye. If there's a chance, we'll meet in the Eastern Region. I'm running off now."

"As for that arm, I'll leave it as a souvenir for you."

After speaking, Arthur bowed with a smile, and didn't forget to add one last thing.

"Next time, remember not to use items voluntarily given by the other party as tracking objects. We are all professionally trained and wouldn't make such low-level mistakes."

Zhou Yan withdrew several layers of protective shields, feeling somewhat at a loss as he looked at the spot where the projection had disappeared.

After thinking for a good while, Zhou Yan finally came back to his senses.

"Damn it, did this brat run away?"

All the opponents he had encountered so far either couldn't beat him and were taken out by him.

Or he couldn't beat them, and after running away, he couldn't outrun them, so he was taken out by them.

This was only the second time he had encountered an enemy who ran away directly without even fighting, and the last time someone did this, it was also Arthur!