Chinese Superman

Chapter 147 Fishing for the Martial Ancestor

"Who goes there, daring to trespass into a military restricted area!"

Amidst the stern shouts, two middle-aged men dressed in specially made uniforms, exuding an aura of profound authority, swiftly arrived.

These are two of the four legendary officials who have guarded Chang'an for many years.

Upon receiving the abnormal alert from the external monitoring system, they rushed over as quickly as possible.

However, the sight they saw upon landing took them by surprise—

There were no formidable enemies as expected, only two clearly extraordinary animals, two "corpses" on the ground slowly turning into bloody mud, and an ancient box exuding an ominous aura.

Seeing this, Qingluan quickly stood up, clasped his little hands in a fist, and said in a clear, childlike voice, "Greetings, uncles! I am Qingluan, the second disciple of the Martial Ancestor, and this is my junior sister, Bai Xianshuang. We have been sent by our master to deal with these two wicked rats!"

"A disciple of the Martial Ancestor?"

The two legendary figures were taken aback. Looking at the ethereal white crane and the intelligent little turtle that spoke human language, they immediately believed it to be true.

The two dared not presume and hurriedly returned the greeting respectfully: "So you are a esteemed disciple of the Martial Ancestor! My apologies! We were unaware of this place—"

Xia Xinghan was worried that Qingluan wouldn't be able to explain it clearly in a short time, and that Bai Xianshuang's vocabulary wasn't sufficient, so he personally used the Dream Butterfly telepathy: "The two of you are legendary figures."

"The voice of the Martial Ancestor!"

Chang'an Chuanshi was startled. He looked around but saw no one. He could only bow to the air and say, "Greetings, Martial Ancestor!"

"No need for formalities. My true body resides in Zhongnan Mountain and is not here. The matter is as follows—"

Xia Xinghan briefly explained the situation, focusing on the "Pandora's Box" and its dangers.

Upon hearing this, the two legendary figures' expressions changed drastically, and cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

If the First Emperor's mausoleum were to be detonated in such a way, it would be an absolutely catastrophic disaster that would shake the very foundations of the nation!

They looked at the dissipating remains of the doll on the ground, then at the eerie box that Qingluan was rummaging through, and were filled with lingering fear.

"Thank you so much, Martial Ancestor, for your timely intervention! Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

"We were guarding Chang'an, yet we nearly caused a catastrophe; it was our dereliction of duty!"

The two bowed again, expressing their sincere gratitude and deep remorse.

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact."

Xia Xing continued, "The real people of these two did not come; these are still puppets. As far as I know, their real bodies have already boarded a private plane and are about to flee the country. We must not let them return to the mountains."

"Frosty peaks, verdant mountains."

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Xianshuang let out a clear cry, and its wings were already spread out.

Qingluan nimbly climbed back onto her back, waving her little paws: "Junior sister, let's go after them! Master, what about this box?"

"Take the box with you."

It wasn't that Xia Xinghan didn't trust the two guardians, but rather that the Pandora's Box was too dangerous, and it was safer to keep it by his side.

"Go and intercept the main body immediately. I have already transmitted the location to you through my mind. Remember, you must eliminate it completely."

"Disciple obeys!"

Bai Xianshuang nodded off with his long neck, pushed off with both feet, and a gale arose again. Carrying Qingluan, he transformed into a white streak of light and shot towards the southeast at full speed, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

The two heirs watched them leave, exchanged a glance, and both saw the solemnity and relief in each other's eyes.

They immediately reported the situation to their superiors.

The alert level around the First Emperor's Mausoleum was immediately raised to the highest level.

High in the sky, a luxurious private jet has taken off, leaving Chang'an City and about to enter the boundless Gobi Desert.

This place was once the most prosperous part of the Silk Road; I wonder if it will ever recover.

Will the mysterious ancient kingdom of Loulan, which disappeared in the Gobi Desert, ever reappear?

Inside the cabin, Hirozaki and William were raising their glasses in celebration.

A "ding" sounded.

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Expensive stemmed glasses clinked together, producing a crisp, melodious sound. The deep, clear red wine within was intoxicating even before drinking.

Hirozaki's face was still a little pale, but he looked excited.

"William, although Plan One went a bit awful, Plan Two has already been carried out by my puppet."

"Once Pandora's Box is opened, even if the Martial Ancestor has three heads and six arms, he'll be in a complete mess! He might even be caught up in a massive spiritual calamity and perish!"

"The restoration of the First Emperor's mausoleum is indeed terrifying, but it would be difficult to use it to kill the Martial Ancestor."

William chuckled.

"However, even if they don't die, they'll at least be badly injured."

Guangqi said, "Given the Martial Ancestor's vengeful nature, he will surely leave the Xia Kingdom and angrily march westward. In that case, this big fish will be successfully caught."

"Others catch only two or three small fish when they fish, but we're catching the Martial Ancestor! Just thinking about it is exciting!!"

"Hehe, Hirozaki, don't get too excited."

William swirled his wine glass, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Xia's long history is both an advantage and its greatest disadvantage."

"With five thousand years of unbroken heritage, there are too many relics, which means there are also many ancient tombs. The entire country is practically built on a huge ruin. What if a collective spiritual disaster were to erupt on that day—"

At this point, William dared not think any further.

Foreign experts once predicted that the Xia Kingdom would definitely not survive the second phase of the spiritual revival.

So even though the Xia Kingdom has a long history, possesses numerous relics, and its strength has jumped from the top three in the world to the top, and even produced outstanding figures like the Dao Ancestor and the Martial Ancestor, some countries are still not worried and consider it unreliable. This is the reason why.

What Xia Kingdom is carrying in its bosom is a treasure, but also a time bomb!

"This is a case of 'success and failure both stemming from the same source.'"

William took a small sip of red wine, then changed the subject: "Once the Martial Ancestor is lured out of the Xia Kingdom and onto the stage we've meticulously prepared for him—hmph, no matter how strong he is, he'll still be obediently controlled by the Pantheon."

Hirozaki nodded, his eyes gleaming with greed: "William, I suffered a considerable loss this time. You and the Pantheon..."

"Let's talk to them and request more divine blood to compensate me. With more divine blood, I can create even more powerful puppets!"

"Don't worry, you'll definitely get credit for your achievements."

William agreed, his gaze fixed on the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole, as if he could already see the plan succeed.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is about to happen.

Chang'an City is about to be swallowed up by a terrible spiritual disaster. The First Emperor's Mausoleum is restored, the First Emperor descends to earth, and the Terracotta Army recreates the invincible glory of the Qin Empire!

"It's a pity we can't see the First Emperor who swept across the land and unified China—"

William hadn't finished speaking.

suddenly-

"Puwa!"

Hirozaki coughed up another mouthful of blood without warning, his breath rapidly waning, his face turning as white as paper, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

"Hirosaki! What's wrong?!"

William, who was admiring the view outside the window, suddenly turned his head and was shocked.

"Died again—again!"

Hirozaki clutched his chest, his voice trembling: "I'll stay at the First Emperor's Mausoleum to open Pandora's Box."

The flesh-and-blood puppet—just now, the connection was completely severed, and it was destroyed!

"Plan—Plan Two has failed!"

"What?!"

The wine glass in William's hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered. The composed smile on his face froze instantly, turning into terror.

"How...how is this possible?!"

"Our plan didn't include sending any puppets into the restricted area of ​​the First Emperor's Mausoleum. How could they have been discovered and eliminated so quickly? Could it be that the guardian deity just happened to be patrolling there? It can't be that much of a coincidence!"

"I don't know—but failure is failure!"

Hirozaki's face was filled with fear.

"Hurry! Tell the pilots to go faster! Get out of Xia's airspace immediately! I have a bad feeling!"

William panicked and immediately rushed to the cockpit communicator, yelling for the engine to accelerate.

Just as the plane's engines roared as it tried to increase its speed, a pale blue sword light, as clear and cold as moonlight yet incomparably sharp, suddenly burst forth from the clouds below and slashed upwards diagonally!

The sword light was condensed, like a celestial river hanging upside down, a green waterfall cascading down, exuding a sharpness that could cut through everything!

"Be careful!"

William, being an experienced superhuman, reacted extremely quickly. With a roar, he ripped off the glove he had been wearing on his right hand.

What was revealed was not a fleshy hand, but a metal hand with a dark bronze luster, an ancient shape, and strange patterns.

[Arabian Bronze Hand]!

He waved his bronze hand, and a heavy bronze light erupted, transforming into a huge arc-shaped shield that blocked the side of the plane.

"clang"

The sword light struck the bronze shield, unleashing a deafening clang of metal against metal, sparks flying everywhere!

The shield trembled violently, its light flickering, barely managing to block the sudden sword strike. However, the immense impact also caused the entire aircraft to jolt violently and shake violently.

The aftershocks of the sword light still cut a long gash in the fuselage, and a gust of wind rushed in instantly!

"Enemy attack! It's an aerial attack!"

William was both shocked and furious; his bronze hands gleamed as he maintained the shield.

Hiroki struggled to his feet, ignoring the backlash, and pulled out an exquisite and beautiful gilded angel inlaid porcelain jewelry box from his backpack, quickly opening it.

Several beams of white light shot out from the box.

Upon landing, they transformed into three "giant bird dolls" with wingspans exceeding five meters, resembling clay sculptures.

The giant bird doll has a human head and four wings on its back, making it look extremely strange.

"Quick! Get on the bird!"

Hirozaki shouted, and together with William, they each leaped onto a giant bird doll.

The other one deliberately rammed into the damaged aircraft, pushing it aside.

Almost the instant they leaped out of the cabin, another sword flashed past, precisely cleaving the luxury private jet in two. It exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into a fireball that plummeted into the sea of ​​clouds below.

Amidst howling winds, Hirozaki and William, riding the giant bird puppet, hovered in the air, still shaken.

They finally saw the attackers clearly—

A magnificent white crane, and a tiny turtle, no bigger than the palm of a hand, on its back.

"It's...it's them?!"

Hirozaki cried out in disbelief.

He recognized the two animals; weren't they the crane and the mountain tortoise that were beside the Martial Ancestor of Zhongnan Mountain?

The Martial Ancestor's disciple?!

How did they get here?

It also possesses such terrifying attack power?

Especially that sword light—

William recognized him too. After the initial shock, he was replaced by a humiliated rage and a hint of contempt.

"Disciples of the Martial Ancestor? Ha—a bunch of beasts!"

William steadied himself, raised the ancient, heavy Arabic bronze hand, and the bronze light gathered again as he spoke in a chilling tone.

"If the Martial Ancestor himself were to come, I might be somewhat wary."

"You, a feathered beast and a turtle? You dare to chase us down? You're courting death!"

He didn't take Bai Xianshuang and Qingluan seriously.

After all, animal cultivation is unheard of. Even if they did gain intelligence, how strong could they be?

No extraordinary animals have been found abroad.

Bai Xianshuang spread his wings and hovered in the air. His snow-white feathers fluttered slightly in the moonlight and the air currents at high altitude. His clear and calm eyes reflected the faces of the two people opposite him, which were filled with shock, anger and contempt.

Qingluan stood upright on her back, its little paws reaching for its hips, but lacking hips, it could only point at her and speak in human language: "Ha! You dare to look down on tortoises and cranes even when you're about to die?"

"Junior sister, beat them up! Master said we must nip them in the bud!"

(Arabian bronze hand)

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