Chinese Superman

Chapter 205 The Evil God Fishing

"Captain Cao————"

Gao Ming walked towards Cao Linghui and his group, clasped his hands in gratitude, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"If you hadn't arrived in time, Gao and Geng Lian's teams would probably have been wiped out here today."

Cao Linghui quickly returned the greeting: "Company Commander, you flatter us. We are all brothers in Geng Company, and it is only right that we support each other."

Wei Gang, Xiong Ba, and others returned the greeting with clasped hands.

Gao Ming waved his hand, signaling the martial artist supporting him to let go.

He took a deep breath, barely managed to steady himself, and glanced at the group behind Cao Linghui.

Finally, his gaze fell on Xia Xinghan and lingered for a moment.

His eyes held gratitude, shock, and a hint of deep-seated apprehension.

This boy—

With a cultivation level of Innate Realm, to possess such offensive techniques is truly not to be underestimated. His ability to manifest sword energy is also incredibly skillful.

Could it be—the true teachings of the Sword Palace?!

The grand-disciple of the Martial Ancestor, and a disciple of the Sword Immortal Bai Xianshuang!

Gao Ming felt that with his limited knowledge, he must have guessed correctly. He couldn't help but show more respect and clasped his hands, saying, "Your reputation as the best sword cultivator is well-deserved. If it weren't for your help, we would probably all be dead in the [Outer World] today!"

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"You're too kind, Gao Lian." Xia Xinghan calmly cupped his hands in greeting.

Gao Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say a few polite words, but found the other party to be as indifferent as clouds and as cold as an iceberg, making it difficult to start a conversation.

"By the way," Cao Linghui spoke up at the opportune moment, "Company Commander, how did you encounter such a large-scale beast tide?"

Gao Ming paused for a moment before replying, "To save people."

"Save them?"

Gao Ming turned to the side and waved behind him.

Several martial artists escorted a person out of the crowd.

He was a middle-aged man with dark skin, a thin face, wearing a straw hat and tattered monk's robes.

It was called a monk's robe, but its original color was no longer discernible; only a dirty strip of cloth remained hanging on his body. He was barefoot, his feet covered in scabs and mud.

He was hunched over, his eyes filled with fear, constantly looking around like a startled rabbit.

"This—" Xiong Ba scratched his bald head, "Who is this person?"

Gao Ming said, "He's a local from Laos. We found him up ahead. He was being chased by a group of monsters. After we rescued him, the monsters chased after us like madmen, and their numbers kept growing until this situation came to this."

As he spoke, he said a few words to the man.

Upon hearing the familiar accent, the man's eyes lit up. He quickly put his hands together, bowed deeply to the crowd, and mumbled a string of words.

"What did he say?" Hong Xueyi asked curiously.

"Thank you for saving my life," Gao Ming translated. "He also said his name was Songchai and that he was a monk from a nearby temple."

"Monks?" Tian Shu blinked. "Monks? Are there still monks outside the Great Firewall these days?"

Gao Ming nodded: "He said there are still dozens of people living in their temple."

Wei Gang asked with a smile, "I didn't expect Company Commander Gao to know foreign languages."

Gao Ming said, "It's nothing, just a little different."

At this moment, Tian Shu leaned close to Xia Xinghan's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Brother, do you think this guy might be a scammer? Before the Great Cataclysm, those telecom fraudsters in Southeast Asia did a lot of harm to the people of Great Xia. There were even those who cut off kidneys—"

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Although his voice was soft, everyone present was a martial artist with excellent hearing.

Several Gao family martial artists turned pale and looked at Tian Shu with hostility.

One of the middle-aged men said coldly, "My friend, watch your words. The Gao family's businesses are clean and honest; we never get involved in anything shady. Before the Great Cataclysm, our business in Southeast Asia consisted of tourism—resorts, hotels, and cultural exchanges. As for those gray or even illegal industries you mentioned—"

He paused.

"As far as I know, the Ye family did try to take action. But the Ye family was personally destroyed by the Martial Ancestor ten years ago."

Gao Ming glanced at Tian Shu and patiently explained, "The Gao family has indeed never done what you're talking about. The reason I know Southeast Asian languages ​​is because I used to be in charge of business in the Southeast Asian region for the Gao family."

Tian Shu gave an awkward smile and shrank his neck.

"I was just saying, just saying—"

Xia Xinghan ignored these minor incidents.

His gaze fell on the monk named Somchai.

The man was hunched over, with his eyes lowered and his lips moving slightly, as if he were reciting some scripture.

The tattered monk's robe covered most of his body, leaving only his bare feet exposed.

The scabs and mud on my feet are real.

The fear in their eyes was genuine.

But how could an ordinary person possibly escape the pursuit of so many monsters?

Shoot the arrow first, then draw the target; that's how you suspect him of being bait!

Could it be—that an evil god's avatar is fishing?!

Xia Xinghan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The evil god's clone is quite cautious. Let's see how long you fish; the moment you reel in your bait will be the moment I lift my rod."

"No rush right now."

He glanced at it, then looked away.

Cao Linghui looked at Gao Ming, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Company Commander, if I may be so bold—a local shouldn't warrant you risking your life to save him. Is there some hidden reason behind this?"

Gao Ming remained silent.

The surrounding martial artists also quieted down and looked at him.

Normally, Gao Ming wouldn't have offered any explanation.

He is the company commander, a core member of the Gao family, a powerful expert at the Great Perfection of the False Core Realm, and a legendary figure.

Why should he explain his actions to a branch manager of the Changkong Martial Arts Academy?

But today is different.

Today, Cao Linghui and his friends saved their lives.

It's something the entire Genglian group owes them.

Gao Ming remained silent for a moment before finally speaking: "They have a lead on a large spirit stone mine."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Spirit Stone Vein!

It's still large!

Wei Gang gasped, "A large mineral vein? This—how much is this worth—"

"It's not about money." Gao Ming shook his head. "The value of a large mineral vein cannot be measured in money. If we can control this vein, the Gao family's cultivation resources can double. The entire Great Xia's spirit stone supply can also be significantly improved."

Everyone nodded.

A large spirit stone vein is definitely worth risking your life for.

"How did they survive?" Cao Linghui asked. "How could a temple like theirs have survived for ten years in a life-threatening zone created by the apocalypse of the mist?"

Gao Ming looked at Song Cai and said a few more words.

Songchai clasped his hands together and devoutly chanted a string of prayers.

Gao Ming translated: "He said it was all thanks to the Living Buddha's protection."

"A Living Buddha?" Wu Dandan frowned. "Buddhism is indeed prevalent in Southeast Asia, and Thailand is even known as the 'City of a Thousand Buddhas.' But can a Living Buddha guarantee someone's survival for ten years in Southeast Asia, where monsters roam?"

"I know what you're trying to say."

Gao Ming continued, "I also find it strange, but he is indeed an ordinary person and still alive. Isn't that proof enough? Perhaps it's a relic, perhaps it's a memento, perhaps the Living Buddha really did have some great abilities."

"If it were us, we might be able to protect a dozen or so people and help them survive in the apocalypse."

He then changed the subject: "Whatever the reason, as long as we can find that vein, it's worth the risk."

The crowd fell silent.

Tian Shu leaned close to Xia Xinghan's ear and lowered his voice again: "Brother, do you think this is reliable? Something feels off to me—"

Xia Xinghan did not answer Tian Shu, but said to Gao Ming, "Gao Lian, since we saved his life, it shouldn't be too much to ask him to tell us the clues about the spirit stone mine directly, right?"

Gao Ming nodded, agreeing with the logic, and then discussed it with Song Chai.

He then shook his head and said, "Somchai hopes we can get him back to the temple safely."

The monk remained hunched over, his eyes lowered, his lips moving, his hands clasped together, bowing to Xia Xinghan and the others.

Tian Shu scoffed, "What a hassle. It's a pity we don't have any relics that can be used for soul searching. Otherwise, we could just do it directly, and all this trouble would be avoided."

"Or they might resort to torture, severe beatings, pulling out fingernails, or breaking fingers."

The fat man deliberately made a fierce expression at Songchai.

The teammates were speechless upon hearing this, and kept glancing at Tian Shu.

Cao Linghui shook his head helplessly: "Fatty, why are you acting so strangely? You don't seem like a righteous person."

Tian Shu scoffed: "What righteous path or demonic path? Great Xia only has the Way of Martial Arts!"

After a moment of contemplation, Gao Ming broke the silence: "Since he wants us to escort him back to the temple, then let's go. We've already come this far, we can't just give up halfway."

He looked at the crowd and asked, "What do you all think?"

Cao Linghui nodded first: "The company commander can make the decision."

Wei Gang, Xiong Ba, and others also expressed their agreement.

Tian Shu wanted to say something, but Xia Xinghan stopped him with a look.

"Fine," Tian Shu muttered, "I'll go with my brother anyway."

Gao Ming turned to Songchai and said a few words in Lao.

Songchai nodded repeatedly, a relieved smile on his face. He clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect to the crowd, then turned and pointed southwest, muttering something under his breath.

Gao Ming translated: "He said the temple is over there, you can get there by crossing two mountains."

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"Then let's go." Cao Linghui waved his hand.

The team set off again.

This time, there were significantly more people.

The few teams that Geng Lianxing survived, totaling more than thirty people, along with Cao Linghui's ten-man squad, marched in a grand procession southwest.

The journey was relatively peaceful.

Perhaps because the previous battle had been so fierce, the monsters in the surrounding area were terrified. They only encountered a few small groups of monsters along the way, which were easily dealt with by Wei Gang and his companions.

As for the environmental changes brought about by the fog, thanks to the previous exchange of intelligence, many dangers were avoided.

Songchai walked in the middle of the group, protected by two Gao family warriors.

He was still hunched over and walked with a limp, but his eyes no longer looked as fearful as before.

Occasionally, he would look up at the road, his gaze sweeping over the martial artists before quickly looking down again.

Xia Xinghan walked at the very back of the group, his expression calm and unhurried.

Tian Shu followed beside him, muttering in a low voice, "Brother, I still feel like something's off about that monk. Look at his eyes, they're like a mouse's, so shifty."

Xia Xinghan smiled faintly: "If you want to call him a shifty-eyed person, just say so."

"Huh? I didn't!"

Seeing that Xia Xinghan was also determined to take the risk, Tian Shu hid to the side and threw the [Nuoyi Divination Stone].

One flat and one convex!

Tian Shu breathed a sigh of relief, putting his mind at ease. He thought to himself, "It's the Holy Grail again—my brother is still the best. Following him is the right thing to do; we can overcome any obstacle!"

The team finally arrived at their destination.

It was at the foot of a mountain, and looking ahead, there was a hazy, gray mist.

The fog was thick, so thick it seemed to have solidified, silently lingering in the valley ahead.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the fog, but couldn't penetrate it, only coating the outer layer with a dim golden edge.

The group stopped in their tracks.

"This fog—" Wei Gang frowned. "Why is it so eerie? It wasn't there just now, but we only noticed it when we got closer. It's like it appeared out of thin air."

To verify that he wasn't the one in question, Wei Gang stepped back. Sure enough, after moving about ten meters away, the thick fog disappeared, and the valley was still a valley.

A few steps forward, the thick fog reappeared.

Wu Dandan frowned, focused her spirit, and probed out, then her expression changed: "My divine sense can't penetrate!"

Cao Linghui also tried it and nodded, saying, "Indeed. This fog can block divine sense from probing."

Everyone tried it, and the result was the same.

Tian Shu shrank back and muttered under her breath, "I knew there was a problem—"

At this moment, a strange light flashed in Xia Xinghan's eyes.

He had seen this fog before.

Ten years ago, beyond the Great Wall, an overwhelming fog rolled in.

Countless monsters lurked in the fog, roaring and howling as they crashed against the golden wall.

【Apocalypse in the Mist】!

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