Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun's voice was very low.

The waves crashed against the shore with a deafening roar.

Under the lighthouse, the second-tier guard punched the man with the mole, then grabbed the wooden crate and ran away.

He ran neither towards the town nor towards Tusol's hiding place.

It was the seaside.

There was a small, unlit boat moored there.

Xilun finally got up.

"He is the real deal."

The second-tier guards carried the wooden crates and rushed towards the sea at an extremely fast speed.

The rocks were slippery, and an ordinary person would break their leg if they stepped on them. But he seemed to know the place well, and every time he stepped, he landed precisely between the rocks. His body rose and fell in the sea mist, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken more than ten steps.

Gunfire suddenly intensified behind us.

Tusol's men, Eugene's remaining guards, and the two mysterious buyers all realized in that instant that they had been tricked.

That moon phase clock was not a trade item.

It was bait from beginning to end.

The person who actually receives the goods is this "guard".

Rena pulled the trigger.

The lead bullet pierced through the sea fog and struck the reef in front of the second-tier guard, sending shards of rock flying.

The guard paused, turning his head to look into the shadows.

That face was very ordinary.

His brow bone was slightly high, his lips were thin, but his eyes were calm, unlike those of a traitor who acted on impulse.

He didn't say anything, just hoisted the wooden box onto his shoulder and continued running towards the small boat.

Xilun emerged from the shadows.

The sea breeze rushed into my collar, and the chill clung to my skin.

He neither drew his gun nor called for a halt.

The other party won't stop.

At times like these, the more you talk, the more it's like handing your life over to someone else to decide.

Xilun raised his hand.

The water between the rocks suddenly began to tremble.

Strands of water bounced up from the low-lying area, like transparent thin ropes, silently wrapping around the guard's ankles.

The guards seemed to have been prepared, as a layer of gray-white air suddenly burst from the soles of their boots.

The waterline was shattered.

He used the momentum to leap up and land on the higher reef ahead, his movements as clean as a cheetah.

"The Ripper".

Rena rushed over from the other side, her voice very low.

Xilun's gaze was calm.

A second-tier Ripper, and not just any ordinary second-tier Ripper.

Strength, speed, and reaction time are all solid.

More importantly, he was familiar with the waterside environment, escape routes, and how to minimize entanglement when surrounded.

Xilun stomped his foot and his figure flashed out.

The cold breath settled within his body, and the Great Thunder Breathing Technique vibrated his bones in response.

His speed wasn't as fast as his opponent's pure burst of speed, but it was more stable.

With each step he took, the puddles under his feet would part slightly, relieving him of the slipperiness and resistance.

The distance between the two quickly closed.

Ahead, the second-tier guard finally spoke.

"Mr. Celen."

His voice was deep, with a slight northern accent.

"I knew it was you."

Xilun did not respond.

The guard continued, "This doesn't belong to you. Taking it will only cause you more trouble."

"Who sent you?"

"Someone who doesn't want you to get promoted."

"name."

The guard sneered, "How many lives are a name worth?"

"At least one of your items."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xilun raised his hand and shook it.

The moment the waves crashed against the reef, a stream of water suddenly turned from the side, like a long whip sweeping across, lashing fiercely at the waist and abdomen of the guard.

The guard let out a low growl, protecting the wooden crate with one hand while drawing his short axe and chopping down with the other.

The axe blade tore through the water.

But ice is hidden behind the water flow.

The fine ice shards were scattered by the axe wind, landing on his sleeves and neck, instantly creating patches of white frost.

The guard's expression changed slightly.

His blood and qi surged violently, forcing the frost out of his skin.

"What a cold breathing technique."

Xilun was already three steps behind him.

The pistol slid into his palm.

The guard seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he suddenly turned around and blocked the wooden crate in front of him.

Siren did not fire.

The moon phase clock is inside; it must not be broken.

The guards made the right bet.

He pounced at close range in that instant, his short axe slashing toward Xilun's neck. A faint gray light appeared on the axe blade, and the air seemed to be torn apart, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

Xilun dodged to the side, pressing his left hand against the back of the axe.

Ding!

A sound like metal clashing rang out.

His palm wasn't cut open, but a bloody gash appeared on his skin.

A look of surprise flashed in the guard's eyes.

Iron armor forged from bones?

Before he could change his move, Xilun suddenly unleashed a chilling breath from his palm.

At this moment, the Xuan Yin Breathing Technique was no longer just about protecting the cold currents in the lungs and internal organs, but rather like a long-standing frozen lake suddenly cracking open, with a cold tide surging up from its depths.

The guard's arm went numb instantly.

He immediately released the short axe and raised his knee to strike Xilun in the chest.

boom!

Xilun was knocked back two steps, and a sharp pain shot through his old left rib injury.

The guards then took the opportunity to retreat and picked up the wooden crates again.

But as soon as he took a step, his face darkened.

His right arm moved slowly.

It's not just that the skin and flesh feel cold.

The chill seeped into my veins, like tiny ice needles, and traveled deep into my shoulder with the blood.

"What exactly are you practicing?"

For the first time, fear appeared in the guard's eyes.

Xilun raised his hand to wipe the blood from his palm.

"Put the box down."

The guard grinned.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

He suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on the pill hidden behind his teeth.

A sweet, metallic scent burst forth from his body.

My previously stiff right arm swelled up violently, with bulging blood vessels and what looked like worms crawling under the skin.

The chill was temporarily suppressed, and his speed increased again as he carried the wooden crate towards the small boat on the beach.

This is a life-threatening drug.

Xilun's eyes turned cold.

"Lena".

Rena immediately turned her gun away from a distance.

She didn't aim at the guards, but at the small boat.

boom!boom!

After two shots, the side planks of the small boat exploded into wood chips.

The guard roared, "You're asking for death!"

Knowing his escape route was cut off, he simply turned around, placed the wooden box behind the rocks, and pulled out a short axe in each hand.

The wind is colder.

The tide is heavier.

The fighting in the direction of the lighthouse is not over yet, but no one dares to approach this place easily anymore.

Everyone could see that this was the real battlefield that would determine who would win.

The guard swung his double axes and vanished from the spot.

It's not invisible.

The speed was too fast; the sea fog and raindrops were torn apart at the same time, leaving behind blurry afterimages.

Xilun took half a step back and closed his eyes.

All that remained in my ears were the sound of waves, gunshots, the wind, and the soft thud of the other person's boots breaking through the shallow water.

Left front.

He raised his elbow.

The axe blade grazed the elbow bone, sending sparks flying.

Right rear.

Xilun spun around and kicked the guard in the knee.

The guard grunted, and another axe was already aimed at Xilun's waist and abdomen.

Too fast.

This axe blow is unavoidable.

A sudden jolt of thunder shook Xilun's body, causing his bone-forged iron armor to tighten as he took half an axe blow.

The fabric ripped, revealing a deep line of blood on the skin.

The guard's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he was about to press his advantage when he suddenly realized that Xilun had not retreated.

Instead, it brought us even closer.

They were so close that their shoulders almost bumped.

Xilun gripped his wrist with his left hand and pressed his right hand against his chest.

The guard's pupils contracted.

He sensed an extremely cold, extremely quiet, and extremely profound aura.

Unlike wind and snow.

Like the cold water at the bottom of a deep well that has never seen the light of day for many years.

The Xuan Yin Breathing Technique was operating at full power.

White mist burst from Xilun's palm.

Crack—

The guard's chest fabric instantly frosted over, the frost spreading outwards along his ribs. His movements visibly faltered, as if an invisible hand had pressed his internal energy into ice water, slowing down the originally violent medicinal effects.

"impossible!"

The guard growled, veins bulging on his forehead.

He wanted to shake off Xilun.

But Siren's other hand was already pressing down on the back of his neck.

A chill crept into my neck.

The guard's legs buckled, and he knelt on one knee on the reef.

The waves crashed in, splashing water onto the hems of their clothes, which instantly froze into tiny ice crystals.

Seeing this, Rena's grip on the gun tightened slightly.

She had followed Xilun for a long time, but this was the first time she had seen him use the Xuan Yin Breathing Technique to this extent.

It's not a frozen surface.

It's not about making the air frosty.

Instead, it forcibly froze the blood and qi within the body of a second-tier extraordinary individual.

The guard's jaw was chattering, but he still refused to fall.

"You...can't get promoted..."

Xilun looked down at him.

"Who sent you?"

The guard's lips were purple from the cold, but he smiled.

"you guess."

Xilun did not ask any further questions.

He took out the Soul-Suppressing Nail and pierced the guard's acupoints on the back of his shoulder, then used his cold breath to seal the joints of the guard's arms. The guard's body convulsed violently, and finally he completely lost the ability to resist, collapsing onto the cold, damp rocks.

He didn't die.

But he won't wake up in a short time.

Xilun walked toward the wooden crate.

The moon phase bell lies quietly inside.

The cool, icy pull was even more pronounced at the crack in the dial.

He reached out and pressed down on the bell.

The chilling breath and the moonlight-like power briefly touched.

hum-

A very faint hum emanated from deep within the bell.

Like a silver needle falling into ice water in the dead of night.

Xilun's fingertips felt cold, but a faint light finally surfaced in his eyes.

found it.

The final piece of the Tier 3 Facilitator is right in front of us.

"Young Master!"

Rena's voice suddenly came from behind.

Xilun looked up.

From the direction of the lighthouse, Tusor's noble steward had already led his men through the chaos and was heading this way.

He saw the fallen second-tier guard and the Moon Phase Bell in the wooden box, and his face immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Mr. Sir Lun!"

The manager stopped a dozen steps away, forcing himself to breathe rapidly.

"Those are stolen goods that the Tusol family is currently investigating. Please hand them over to us."

Xilun closed the lid of the box.

"swag?"

"The old Brandon family property is involved in a dispute over aristocratic property, and the acting patriarch has the right to recover it."

"Oin's reach is very long."

The manager's face stiffened slightly: "Please watch your words."

Xilun picked up the wooden box.

"Go back and tell Oin that I will keep the things for now. If he is unhappy, he can come and get them himself."

The manager's eye twitched.

His two guards immediately stepped forward.

Rena raised the muzzle of her gun.

Xilun looked at them.

The sea breeze made his clothes flutter, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his waist and abdomen, but his eyes were so cold that the two Tusor guards dared not go any further.

The person in charge felt a sinking feeling in their heart.

He was ordered to investigate the old items, thinking it was just a race against time with a few antique dealers and black market traders. Who could have imagined that Celen would actually break free from all of Victoria's surveillance and arrive in White Cliff ahead of schedule?

What does this mean?

This means that all the spies outside the mansion have been fooled.

This means that Siron's public visit to the armed insurgents was just a smokescreen.

This means that the moon phase clock is more valuable to Xilun than Oin had anticipated.

The person in charge dared not take action.

At least he wouldn't dare to make a move here.

Someone who can kill a second-tier Extreme Realm expert head-on and who ambushed and killed Oin last night with the help of the armed insurgents is definitely not someone he could take down with just two guards.

But he dared not let Xilun leave.

He gave a wink to the guard beside him.

The guard quietly retreated, intending to deliver a message.

Rena's finger tightened on the trigger.

However, Siron did not stop it.

"Let him pass it on."

Reina was slightly taken aback.

With one hand holding the wooden crate and the other grabbing the unconscious second-tier guard by the collar, Xilun dragged him off the rocks like a sack of soaking wet burlap.

"Young master, shall we take him away?"

"He knew who had orchestrated this in advance."

"Tusol will chase after them."

"I've already started pursuing them."

Xilun looked at the dark sea in the distance.

The sound of the tide grew louder and louder.

"By waterway."

……

At the same time, at Victoria Tussol Estate.

Oin stood by the study window, listening to the gray-clad scout's report.

Only one lamp was lit in the room.

His shadow was stretched long, falling on the carpet like a silent gun.

"The old printing plant?" O'In said slowly.

The scout bowed his head: "Yes, Xilun made a public visit to Albert this morning, staying inside for about half an hour. After leaving, the tracking confirmed that he entered the second carriage and returned towards the North District."

"confirm?"

Oin turned around.

The scout felt a chill run down his spine.

"Our people saw it with their own eyes."

"What you see with your own eyes is often what others most want you to see."

The scout dared not speak.

Oin walked to the table and spread out the map.

North District, old printing factory, municipal square, iron bridge, waterway, southeast Baiya Town.

His finger moved along the route little by little, finally stopping at the location of Baiya Town.

The study was eerily quiet.

Oro stood to the side, his face grim: "Father, do you suspect he has already gone to White Cliff Town?"

"It's not a doubt."

Oin said, "He must have gone."

Auro gritted his teeth: "For the Moon Phase Clock?"

"For the Moon Phase Silver Marrow." A cold glint flashed in Oin's eyes. "I underestimated his speed in shaking off surveillance."

He wasn't so angry that he lost his composure.

On the contrary, the more he thought about it, the clearer his mind became.

Xilun stayed indoors for half a month, partly to recover from his injuries and partly to wait for the intelligence to mature.

The public visit to the armed insurgent party was a show for everyone to see.

The real action was hidden on the return journey.

Clean, decisive, and not greedy.

Like a knife, it bypassed the gaps in the armor and stabbed directly into the ribs.

Oin suddenly remembered that moment in the old warehouse last night.

Xilun emerged from the shadows of the shelves, carrying a resource box in his hand. His face showed no excitement of victory, only the calm after the settlement.

This kind of person is too dangerous.

Because he won't be blinded by humiliation or dazzled by profit.

He always knows what he lacks most.

And always take the most critical thing first.

"Who should we send near Baiya Town?" Oin asked.

The clerk immediately opened the record: "Heber, the gray line manager; two second-tier guards; plus a local salt warehouse informant."

"We can't stop him."

Oro immediately said, "I'll take my guards!"

"No."

O'In rejected it quickly.

Oro's face stiffened.

Oin looked up at him: "If you go now, you'll only run into Albert's eyes, and you might also stumble into the second trap that Xiren has prepared."

"So we just stand by and watch him take the Moon Phase Silver Marrow?"

Oin did not answer.

He looked at the coastline on the map.

To the east of Baiya Town lies Luanjiao Bay, to the south is the Old Salt Road, and to the north, one can return to the city via the river network. If Xilun obtains the goods, he is most unlikely to take the land route.

He can get into the water.

Because that's where his advantage lies.

Oin tapped the table lightly.

"Notify Clement."

Oro's expression changed slightly.

"Father, Uncle Clement is still blockading the ships of Austin's old forces in West Harbor..."

"Send him to the sea outside Baiya Town immediately."

Oin's voice was cold.

"Bring tide-hunting crossbows, water-sealing nets, and two Tier 2 sailors. Do not enter the town, do not touch the armed insurgents' lines, just wait at sea."

Oro's Adam's apple bobbed: "Uncle Clement is a third-order cultivator."

"That's why he's qualified."

Oin raised his head and looked out the window at the deep night.

"Tell him there's no need to capture him alive."

The air in the room seemed to have suddenly dropped a few degrees.

The clerk's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

A barely suppressed sense of pleasure surfaced in Auro's eyes.

A third-tier attack.

No matter how strong Xilun is, he is only at the second tier.