Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 981 Hibernation
Unfortunately, the gap in reality is like a cold chasm, standing in the way.

She could only suppress her restless mind, perform her duties diligently, and remain firmly rooted in this core base, monitoring the operation of various parts of the base while closely following the movements and intelligence flow of the outside world through limited channels.

As for Zhuge Shi... his failure to show up is a done deal. All the questions and slight displeasure can only be resolved after this earth-shattering event is over.

Boom! ! !

Just as she was feeling agitated, a deep, muffled, yet terrifyingly powerful roar suddenly came from the ground far above her head!

Even through the thick layers of rock walls, weakened by numerous arrays, the vibrations still manifested as a clear and perceptible violent tremor when they reached the base buried deep underground! Even the incredibly solid black stone ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and dust fell from the stone walls.

Secret Rabbit unconsciously clenched her fists, her knuckles turning slightly white, a deep worry uncontrollably sweeping through her mind.

Despite their almost blind faith in His Majesty's strength, their ultimate target was a prince of the Great Xia Dynasty!

Which of those imperial princes and phoenix grandsons didn't enjoy an unlimited supply of massive resources from the palace from birth?
Which one isn't a monster built up by various secret techniques, rare treasures, and famous masters?

They may live a secluded life, appearing low-key or even mediocre, but that's just a facade of concealing their talents.

In fact, as long as one has the bloodline of the current emperor, there is no doubt about their aptitude and talent. Their strength and profound foundation far exceed the imagination of ordinary people!
That was a true dragon among men, a being who carried the destiny of the dynasty!
Knowing this all the more, Secret Rabbit longed to witness firsthand the unparalleled prowess of these world's top figures as they roamed the battlefield, and... their final moments before their demise.

That would undoubtedly be a scene that would shake people's hearts and be unforgettable for eternity. Even if one were to take a step back and not witness the prince's demise, just being able to catch a glimpse of the Venerable One's duel with an opponent of this caliber would be an immense opportunity and enjoyment that countless martial artists could only dream of once in their lifetime.

"Secret Rabbit".

A deep, slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang out from the shadows not far behind her, interrupting her chaotic thoughts.

Secret Rabbit's expression remained unchanged; almost instantly, she suppressed all outward emotions and reverted to her usual cold demeanor.

She slowly turned her head and looked back.

A strange figure was seen slowly emerging from the shadow of a huge stone pillar behind them.

The newcomer was tall and thin, dressed in the organization's uniform dark clothing, but what was most striking was the pair of curved, spiraling black ram horns on his head that gleamed with a dull metallic luster.

Its face still vaguely shows human outlines, but its pupils are a non-human amber vertical pupil, and its skin is covered with a layer of extremely fine, wool-like curly texture. At first glance, it is very easy to mistake it for a demon.

But the Secret Rabbit knew that this was not the case.

This guy is a grave sheep.

As one of the organization's twelve generals, he was originally stationed in the southern region, but was recently temporarily transferred to the capital to assist in the planning.

His bizarre, half-human, half-demon appearance was simply due to his cultivation of a special technique provided by the organization and the fusion of a special demonic bloodline provided by the organization, which made him a demon warrior and caused him to look like this.

Although this appearance might attract attention and cause inconvenience when walking in the outside world, the cultivation techniques and demon bloodlines provided by the organization are things that are hard to find even if people fight to the death in the outside world.

The benefits of increased strength are real and tangible; compared to that, the slight changes in appearance are almost negligible.

The Grave Sheep stopped a few steps away from the Secret Rabbit, its amber vertical pupils fixed on her with a scrutinizing look.

He spoke again, his tone flat, but he deliberately emphasized a certain word.

“I have just carefully checked the inventory and dispatch records of the Venerables in the base.”

He spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on Secret Rabbit's expression, "Besides the fifty Venerable Slaves that Lord Shadow Monkey and his men urgently took away for this mission, two Venerable Slaves have still failed to be archived on time. According to the records, they should have been transferred by Floating Dragon with his warrant, with the promise that they would return in two days. But now the deadline has passed, and they have not yet returned. Floating Dragon himself is currently out of contact during the mission. Secret Rabbit, as the person in charge of the Venerable Slaves at the Capital Base, do you know what exactly is going on?"

Upon hearing this, the rabbit's face showed not even the slightest change.

She turned around to face the grave sheep directly, her eyes icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

“Mu Yang.” Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness and authority. “Before you were ordered to come to the capital, I was in charge of all the work here, from debugging and maintenance to issuing final orders. Even now that you have come and are here to assist in handling some of the problems on His Majesty’s orders, this fact will not change.”

She slightly raised her chin, her tone becoming even more indifferent: "Therefore, some things are better left unasked, and certainly not for you to ask. Unless... you can produce His Majesty's personal order right now, explicitly demanding that I report this matter immediately. Otherwise—"

Secret Rabbit paused deliberately, her gaze piercing the Grave Sheep like an icicle: "If you have something to say, keep it to yourself. If you have any questions, use your own brain to figure them out. Don't bother me with such trivial matters."

Mu Yang's face immediately darkened to the point of almost dripping water, and a hint of barely suppressed anger flashed in his eyes. However, his chest heaved violently, and he managed to suppress his anger and not lash out on the spot.

He was well aware of Secret Rabbit's absolute authority in this base, especially in the Zunnu control system.

These powerful puppets, from their core controls to their daily maintenance, almost all bear the deep personal imprint of MiTu.

Although they were all among the Twelve Generals and both responsible for the technical aspects, His Majesty's trust and reliance on Secret Rabbit in the Zunnu Project far exceeded that of the others.

On the other hand, although he himself had also studied it in great depth, in the specific project of respecting slaves, his contribution and control were far inferior to those of Secret Rabbit.

Since their areas of expertise are already different, it would be unwise for them to try to stand out by focusing on their strengths at this point.

His question was more of a habitual probing by a newly appointed official who wanted to grasp all the details as quickly as possible, but he did not expect the Secret Rabbit's reaction to be so tough and merciless.

Is this woman worried that I, having just arrived in the capital, intend to seize power and diminish the strength in her hands?
Mu Yang sneered inwardly and gritted his teeth.

"Humph!"

In the end, all the dissatisfaction and anger turned into a heavy, resentful snort.

Without another word, the tomb sheep turned around abruptly, its steps filled with obvious anger, and quickly disappeared into the shadowy passage it had come from.

He'd made a mental note of this. Secret Rabbit had better not give him any leverage in the future, or ever ask him for anything in his area of ​​expertise; otherwise, he'd repay today's humiliation tenfold!
As the resentful footsteps of the tomb sheep faded into the distance, the stone chamber returned to deathly silence.

Secret Rabbit withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, as if she had merely swatted away an annoying fly.

Her mind was hardly disturbed at all, and she quickly returned to speculating about the distant battle and imagining the unfathomable strength of the Venerable One.

She raised her eyes, as if she could pierce through layers of rock walls and see high above, where a world-shaking battle, potentially capable of altering the course of history, was taking place. "I wonder if Your Majesty is currently... doing well..."

A very soft murmur dissipated into the cold, silent air, and no one responded.

Only the distant, muffled rumble of thunder echoed, one after another, as if striking the rhythm of the times.

……

Boom! ! !

A deafening explosion suddenly ripped through the night sky above the capital, the sound waves crashing against the ground, making eardrums ring and even the ground beneath one's feet seem to tremble.

Yuwen Wuji lowered his eyes and remained calm, as if the earth-shattering changes in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Beside him, several figures bowed respectfully, awaiting his orders, their posture extremely humble.

These are the people he has gradually built up over this period of time by leveraging his prestigious title of "adopted son of Tianji Pavilion."

Compared to when he first entered the capital with little power and influence, he is now much stronger and more confident. At least in the outskirts of the capital, where powerful figures hold sway, he can now hold his own against certain individuals.

Of course, this only applies in comparison to those forces outside the imperial court.

Compared to the real monsters within the imperial court, his meager resources are still insignificant.

Those who occupy the core of power, which one of them doesn't have unfathomable strength and a huge, deeply entrenched background?
His status as an "adopted" son sounds prestigious, but in reality, it's shallow and far from qualified to challenge those truly powerful figures.

However, this identity is exceptionally useful for recruiting soldiers.

Throughout the world, countless people yearn to join the "Eight Veins" and seek official positions or protection, just like carp crossing a river.

He could provide a seemingly convenient channel, and he was in dire need of expanding his manpower. The two sides hit it off immediately, each getting what they needed.

Yuwen Wuji was actually quite satisfied with the current situation.

From the leader of a gang in a remote town, he struggled and climbed his way up to become a nominal figurehead of one of the Eight Families of Beijing. Only he knows how many hardships and dangers he went through.

Now that he has finally reached this level, he cherishes everything that has come so hard.

"Boss..."

A low voice called from behind.

Yuwen Wuji immediately turned around and glared at him sharply.

Things are different now. The only people who still call him that are his old brothers who have followed him all the way from Tianyuan Town.

This title once represented his past power, but now it only sounds jarring and outdated to him.

He had long since looked down on the title of "gang leader," and a hint of displeasure even crossed his mind.

But they were old brothers who had gone through thick and thin together, and he didn't want to let them down because of this.

So he suppressed his displeasure and didn't lash out, but instead asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

"What...what's going on outside? The commotion tonight is too great. It's like all the demons in the city have come out to cause trouble..." the man asked cautiously, his tone filled with awe and anticipation for Yuwen Wuji's "omniscience".

However, this was clearly an overestimation of Yuwen Wuji. Although he held the title of "adopted son of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion," he was far from having any contact with the core power circle. Regarding such earth-shattering changes in the outside world, he actually knew no more information than his subordinates.

But he naturally wouldn't show weakness in front of his subordinates. He simply glanced into the distance with feigned profundity and said calmly, "Some things are better left unasked about."

Didn't you see that he didn't even have the intention of carefully investigating the movements in the distance? That's definitely not something he should be involved in at this stage.

However… Yuwen Wuji’s thoughts began to wander.

Since the unexpected death of the true adopted son of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the capital has been in turmoil.

First, a mysterious masked man appeared, slaughtering the hidden demons of various powerful families. Now, demons are showing up on a large scale, stirring up trouble in the capital. It seems that there is an invisible hand or a secret force stirring up trouble and muddying up the entire capital.

And this... might just be a golden opportunity!

He, Yuwen, came to the capital with great difficulty, not to live under someone else's roof forever, becoming a nominal adopted son.

His current identity is merely a stepping stone, a stepping stone. What he truly desires is to rise to a higher level, never to remain subservient to others for long!

"When the water is murky, it's easier to catch fish."

Yuwen Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to the days in Tianyuan Town.

At that time, he rose from humble beginnings to become a local tyrant through sheer ruthlessness and cunning.

Now, on this bigger stage, in the more complex capital city, he believes he can seize the opportunity just as well!
He will definitely have a place in the capital!
hum! ! !
Just then, an incomparably dazzling and sharp sword light suddenly burst forth from the far distance, shooting straight into the night sky!
The sword light was so dazzling and terrifying that even from a great distance, Yuwen Wuji felt every inch of his skin and every bone tremble and wail as soon as he saw it, and a fear from the depths of his soul was instantly awakened.

What terrifying sword intent!

Yuwen Wuji was deeply shaken. Although he had been striving to climb the social ladder, he had devoted most of his energy to building his power base and currying favor with the powerful. While his own strength had improved, he was still far inferior to the true monsters and exceptionally talented geniuses in the capital.

Fortunately, he never intended to compete with those favored by heaven in terms of personal strength. What he pursued was always the power to control a region and strategize!

"Those experts, those commotions... have long surpassed the scope of ordinary demons or powerful beings."

Yuwen Wuji suppressed the tremor in his heart, his voice slightly hoarse, "The person who made the move must be a top master standing at the pinnacle of martial arts!"

(End of this chapter)