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"Those two foolish humans wasted your trip, why not just kill them?" The blonde woman's luscious red lips parted, but what she uttered were venomous words.

The old man's face was gloomy. "There are talismans set up by those Eastern sorcerers on the ship. This family may be related to them. The master instructed us to avoid attracting attention during this special period."

His cloudy eyes rolled upwards, glancing cryptically at the sky, as if observing something unseen.

"Furthermore, the federal government has recently deployed several powerful resources to monitor the area around Los Angeles around the clock. Do not take any action rashly, lest you suffer greater losses for lesser gains."

“But how are we going to explain this when we get back? That woman’s temper is as unpredictable as the power she wields over the seas; it can turn into a raging storm at any moment,” the blonde asked with a worried expression.

"Losing one-ninth of her essence is an extremely significant loss, even for an ancient princess, especially since she has just awakened from her slumber and will likely not let this go easily."

“No need to worry…” The old gentleman’s cane tapped the wooden planks of the pier, making a soft thumping sound.

“We are our master’s direct subordinates, not her retinue. In fact, the other distinguished members of the organization have long wanted to teach her a lesson…”

He responded coldly:

"So what if she is the oldest? Human civilization has already entered the 21st century. The deterrent effect of wild natural forces has been greatly reduced. How much power can she still draw from them?"

They still cling to the arrogant and decadent ways of the city-state era; they deserve to be fooled by a bunch of ordinary pirates back then!

“Mr. Dark, if she hears you talking badly about someone behind their back, the consequences can be severe, especially since she’s such a petty woman…”

A strange voice, neither male nor female, quietly rang in their minds, startling them so much that they stopped in their tracks and stood respectfully with their hands clasped.

The old man cautiously explained, “Your Highness, we were just about to report to you that Sir Sonbagi’s ring, which is carved in the wooden figurehead on the prow, has already been taken. Due to the Federation’s recent large-scale divination and counter-divination rituals in this area, we are finding it difficult to track down. Could you please use your [True Knowledge] domain…”

"It's alright," the strange voice said casually.

"It's not a big deal if we lose it. It's good to wake up our Lady of the Sea and let her know... that we are her allies, not her servants!"

The temple atop Mount Olympus has been gone for over a thousand years, departing for the distant shores of time and space.

As someone who has been abandoned, if they want to regain their former glory, they must first learn to adapt to the rules of the new era.

He chuckled softly, “Never mind this for now. I’ve discovered the whereabouts of another essence. Go to a trench in the western Pacific Ocean and find a slumbering Megalodon. Lady Qing’s glasses are hidden inside its belly.”

"Also, I must correct one point: she wasn't tricked by the pirates back then... she tricked the pirates!"

The strange sound drifted away, as if it were gradually fading into the distance.

"Entrusting one's own essence to the sealed artifact is to avoid the lowest point of the elemental tide, and distributing it to the pirate kings is an even more ingenious move!"

—Human beings’ fear of the ocean can provide her with food, so can the fear of pirates also be included in this category?

hehe……"

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"Cang! Cang!"

The clock struck noon precisely, its chimes echoing from St. Louis Cathedral, brushing past the towering gray-blue spires and the pristine white marble facade, drifting into the distant streets.

The deep, melodious sound echoed among the buildings of different styles.

Traditional federal-style townhouses have large windows, and colorful flowers and plants hang from the balconies, creating a beautiful and fragrant atmosphere all year round.

The Creole-style villa, used for both commercial and residential purposes, opened its doors wide, renting out the ground floor facing the street to merchants and welcoming guests from all directions.

The streets of France are bustling with people, tourists everywhere, a cacophony of languages, and a mix of skin colors, with people of color making up more than half, creating a chaotic yet interesting and unique vitality.

This is New Orleans, a city where diverse cultures from the North and South meet.

Like most federal cities, the city center is where ordinary residents and the middle class live, while the garden mansions in the adjacent suburbs are where the upper class gathers.

A sprawling estate sits here, with lush climbing roses cascading over the wrought iron fence. The fist-sized, crimson blossoms bloom vigorously, filling the gaps in the railings and blocking any prying eyes from the outside world.

Several North American golden bees, fluttering their delicate wings, came from afar, drawn by the sweet scent, and landed in the flower's heart.

A moment later, covered in pollen, they showed no intention of returning to their hive, but instead burrowed into an unfamiliar orange-yellow beehive in the courtyard.

It's as if the nectar here possesses some kind of magic, making them linger and reluctant to leave.

"Crack."

A delicate white hand pulled out the beehive partition, glanced at the sparse, golden honey traces on it, dipped a drop in and put it in its mouth, then curled its lips in disgust.

"Tch! Only this much!"

Seeing her looking like she was suffering from a craving, her companion sighed helplessly and closed the heavy, old-fashioned wooden book.

"McDie... The mentors have lectured me many times. Honey made from enchanting roses is an ingredient for making love potions, not a treat for you to add to your black tea and princess cake."

Madison, swinging her golden twin ponytails, said nonchalantly:

“Just a little bit, it’s fine. My dad’s annual donation to the witch school is enough to buy a whole bunch of enchanting honey.”

Okay, that's a very strong reason.

Faced with her best friend's persuasive words, Zoe was speechless and had no choice but to change the subject.

"Have you memorized all the information that President Fiona gave you?"

She twirled her long, cascading hair with her fingers and asked in confusion:

"Why are we suddenly being asked to memorize the legends of the Aztec gods? It seems like their superhuman priesthood has been lost for a long time."

"Who knows?" Madison sat back in her comfortable recliner, opened a black-covered notebook, and pouted her tender red lips.

“Nancy and I did mention it once. When she was practicing her innate mind-reading ability, she vaguely sensed that Principal Cordelia was thinking about the words Aztec, ancient gods, and ruins…”

"Using telepathy on your mentor? Looks like I need to have a serious talk with the witch council members about how to draft stricter school rules to keep these lawless little brats in check!"

Upon seeing the blonde woman suddenly appear with the spatial fluctuations, the two girls hurriedly dropped their books and stood obediently with their heads bowed.

"You want to know why we need to memorize those materials?" Fiona Good, the highest leader of the Sisterhood of Witches and the current Supreme Witch, glanced at them coldly.

"It's time to tell you two little girls what's going on in the principal's office!"

Chapter 175 Restrictions on the Secret Realm

"Now it's time to tell you two brats."

The tea room, with its bare walls and white walls, contained nothing but a blue stone table and a few yellow bamboo chairs.

A stream of scalding water flowed from the spout of the purple clay teapot, pouring a puff of white steam onto the inkstone cup.

After washing the teacups, Lai Hengli slowly poured tea for everyone present.

Zhu Mingyao bowed and took the cup back, his attitude even more respectful than usual.

Bai Ziyuan, standing beside him, also put away her carefree demeanor and appeared much more reserved.

This was because, in addition to Henry Lai, whom the two were most familiar with, there were other senior members of the Chamber of Commerce present.

The Hualian Chamber of Commerce has an organizational structure of four executive directors and five general affairs directors. The latter are ordinary people who are responsible for purely mundane business affairs, while the former are top experts from all walks of life under their command, each representing a different lineage or sect, and are the true core of this long-established extraordinary organization.

Two of the four executive directors came from the San Francisco headquarters today, including Henry Lai, who is based in Los Angeles. Three of the four leaders are here, so Zhu Mingyao and his two juniors naturally have to be very respectful.

The man sitting at the head of the stone table was about sixty or seventy years old. He was tall and imposing, with short, gray hair, a ruddy complexion, and a square, resolute face. When he served tea and water, the muscles on his arms rolled and bulged. Anyone who saw him would praise him for being vigorous despite his age.

This fitness enthusiast-like old man is named Zhou Taishan. He is the oldest of the four directors. His martial arts skills are close to the realm of the gods. He has also been immersed in the Guandi Divine Strike for decades. His supernatural powers are ingrained in his bones and soul. With every move he makes, he has the ability to resist all evil and the power to withstand ten thousand men.

Behind him were the traditional martial arts sects that crossed the sea to the New World, the Xicaixing (traditional opera performers, acrobats, and magicians), the Jianghu gangs, the Yihequan (Boxer Rebellion), and so on.

The older man next to him was slightly younger, wearing a gray short robe, of medium height, with a slightly thin build, and gray-black shoulder-length hair that fell to his shoulders. His face was stern and pale.

This Lü Hetong, who came from the Lüshan sect, represented the interests of traditional folk religions such as Maomei Lülu and other branches of Xuanmen. He was skilled in summoning gods and generals and the art of summoning five ghosts and soldiers. He had an endless army with him when he moved around. He was also an old friend of Zhang Shouzhong. The Yaksha ghost general he had consecrated was stored elsewhere when he left.

The three people in front of them, along with Situ Yuan, the president of the Chamber of Commerce who stayed behind at the headquarters, are what Bai Ziyuan and his fellow disciples from cultivation families commonly refer to as the Four Leaders.

Zhu Mingyao had contacted Lü Hetong several times in the past few days regarding the matter of redeeming the Ghost General through installment payments.

However, he had no interest in continuing to discuss the issue with the other party; instead, his mind was preoccupied with what Henry Lai had just said.

Teotihuacan?

The capital of the Aztec gods, left behind on earth?

Shall we go explore?

Are these big shots overestimating us a bit...?

Zhu Mingyao felt as if he had just heard the Nine-Headed Insect Prince Consort issuing a mission to Benboerba.

—Go and get rid of Tang Sanzang and his disciples!

When you lead your hero into a team fight, don't you even glance at the levels of both sides?

He and Bai Ziyuan exchanged a glance, both feeling a chill run down their spines.

To be called a deity, even if it is merely a terrestrial spirit, is a level of power far beyond what the two of them could reach.

Seeing the doubts in the two men, Henry Lai explained in detail.

"You all know more or less that since the mid-Tang Dynasty, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world has been declining day by day, and people can no longer ascend to heaven. The gods and immortals of the upper realm have also gradually stopped descending."

Today I'll give you the real news—the gods and immortals of both the East and the West, the celestial realms and the underworld, and even the blessed lands and grotto-heavens, have all already left for other realms before this.

The secrets he revealed might shock some truly novice superhumans, but the two young men only straightened their expressions slightly and did not show too much surprise.

Everyone here is a disciple of a sect with their own lineage and has received orthodox spiritual education. They have already heard most of the relevant information from their teachers and elders on a regular basis, and they can guess the rest by combining it with the actual situation.

The fact that the Church has experienced several major schisms, creating a huge mess of internal conflicts and a love-hate relationship that continues to this day, speaks volumes.

In this world, the extraordinary and the miraculous are real, and both gods and demons are real. As a monotheistic religion based on faith, its followers are in complete chaos. For thousands of years, not only have no divine oracles been issued, but even angels have stopped appearing. The meaning behind this is clear to the various religions themselves, but they are just pretending to be ignorant for the sake of propaganda.

Henry Lai placed another pot of water on the small electric stove. "Some of them are so powerful that they ascend to heaven with the divine realm, while others are not powerful enough and have to abandon their secret realms and go far away alone with their valuables."

Zhu Mingyao nodded, indicating that he understood. Those with higher cultivation levels could ascend to immortality by lifting their houses, those with lower cultivation levels could ascend to the primordial spirit level, and the lowest level could achieve immortality by dissolving their corpses. It was the same principle as cultivation.

"Those abandoned secret realms, although they have been plundered by their original owners, are still full of rare treasures for us mortals. If we can salvage even a little bit, we can make a fortune. In your young people's words, it means we can avoid decades of hard work!"

Henry flicked his mustache and made a joke.

"Uncle Lai, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Lü, such an important operation should be led by the elders, so why are we juniors being sent?" Bai Ziyuan asked in confusion.

"That's because we can't get in. Ever since we received the information, the Chamber of Commerce has used its connections to inquire from various sources and finally determined that there are two restrictions that must be met to enter the secret realm..."

"Hmph! The officials were so secretive back then, insisting that we find out for ourselves. It's obvious they weren't sincere." A loud and boisterous voice interrupted, it was Zhou Taishan who said coldly.

"Brother Zhou is right. That's their usual style. They want to get all the major organizations involved to share the risks and find out what's going on inside, but they don't want others to be fully prepared and get too much benefit from it."

Henry Lai looked disdainful. "I think the Special Investigation Bureau's plan is to delay for a while longer, and then tell everyone when the operation is about to begin."