Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast

Chapter 297: The Bodyguard and the King's Bait (II)

Woo! Woo!

A loud siren sounded. Suddenly, it looked like the sky had shattered, and amid the rumbling, a battleship descended, surrounded by flashing explosions. Then one by one, projections of fighter jets engulfed in black smoke fell from the sky.

Standing on the battleship was Yan Ruoyi, dressed in a splendid blue and white military uniform. On her head was a white hat with golden trim, and her long hair flowed with the strong wind. She looked both handsome and gorgeous.

Despite an impressive opening scene, all eyes were drawn to the figure behind her. There, the bodyguard stood quietly. He was unbothered by the fiery flashes from the explosion, like a loyal knight guarding the princess.

Bang!

As Yan Ruoyi landed on an anti-gravity hoverboard, flames erupted around the stage, and the 3D projected scenes in the sky gradually disappeared. Then, a rousing battle song began, and a dozen dancers rushed onto the stage. The concert had officially begun.

This stage setup was similar to that in East Xia, but many of the special effects were imbued with the style of Yueshan. Combined with the swaying beautiful dancers, and Yan Ruoyi’s melodious voice and elegant figure, the concert was truly a feast for the eyes and ears.

Yet for some reason, many audience members found their gaze drifting, unconsciously searching for the tall figure in sunglasses. Sure enough, as the first song reached its climax, Chen Chu stood defensively in front of Yan Ruoyi, who was the center of attention. His image appeared on screens all around.

"Damn, this guy is blocking Ruoyi again!"

The concert venue instantly erupted in noise, with the crowd becoming agitated. This scene was just like the concert at Tiannan City.

Someone shouted from below, "Is there any brave soul who will get up there and give that guy a good beating? He's too arrogant!"

"Yeah, if you're a man of Yueshan, go up and take him down!"

"Bro, if you're shouting so loud, why don't you go up instead?"

"Ahem! Sorry, I'm not from around here."

Amid the clamor, Chen Chu calmly stepped aside from in front of Yan Ruoyi, strolling around the stage as if he were taking a walk at home and attracting a lot of resentment.

Below the stage, Li Daoyi adjusted his sunglasses and asked, "How's it going, Brother Chu, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

Chen Chu's lips moved slightly as he replied in a low voice, "I have a slight feeling, but it's not very strong. It should just be a few small fries who had been sent to scout."

In the midst of countless annoying, hateful, and impatient gazes, Chen Chu vaguely sensed a few malicious stares unique to the Blood God Cult followers.

Although those gazes were weak, Chen Chu was too familiar with these guys, as he had dealt with them frequently. However, with so many people on site, he couldn't pinpoint their positions yet and needed to search slowly.

"Just small fries, huh?" Li Daoyi was a bit disappointed. He thought he could show off his skills in front of everyone today.

The concert continued, and naturally, Chen Chu arrogantly roamed the stage, making many viewers watching their TVs grind their teeth in frustration.

In Wujiang City, Zhang Xiaolan and Chen Hu were watching the live broadcast at home. As that arrogant bodyguard roamed on stage, Zhang Xiaolan looked at him with a gentle gaze. She noticed that in just two months, Chen Chu had grown taller and looked more spirited, which reassured her.

"Hahaha..." Chen Hu, who was watching the live chat on his phone, laughed and said, "My brother is so cool he's driving these guys nuts. Some people even said they want to crowdfund to find someone to beat him up."

"Crowdfund to find someone to beat up your brother? What does that mean?" Zhang Xiaolan frowned.

"Oh, it's nothing. There’s just a few people in the live chat claiming to be rich kids, saying they’re gonna inherit big corporations and can't stand my brother's arrogance. They want to pool money to hire someone to beat him up.

"But these are just empty words. If these really were corporation heirs, where would they find time to watch live broadcasts, let alone pool money? Even if they are rich and hire martial arts experts, it would be useless. My brother’s a high-level cultivator in the Fourth Heavenly Realm."

Chen Hu didn't take them seriously. Although he hadn't started cultivating, with the gradual unsealing of martial arts information online, he had gained some understanding of high-level cultivators.

He knew how strong Fourth Heavenly Realm cultivators were. Being impervious to blades and bullets and possessing immense strength were just the basics. They were also said to have other powerful combat skills.

Martial arts experts available for hire, on the other hand, were usually only in the Second or Third Heavenly Realm. Such people would be courting death if they went after his brother.

While Chen Hu and Zhang Xiaolan watched the concert, in another villa in Wujiang, Luo Fei was also sitting on a sofa, watching the live broadcast on a tablet.

Seeing the arrogant and domineering figure on the stage, Luo Fei couldn't help but smile, her eyes curving like a crescent moon. This guy was still the same as ever, appearing humble and low-key but actually arrogant and domineering.

***

This time, the concert ended smoothly without any incidents. In a small, remote town in Yueshan, a young man with long hair laid back in a chair, absent-mindedly watching Yan Ruoyi's concert from a TV screen on the wall.

Suddenly, a phone on the counter rang, bringing the young man back to his senses. He picked it up and said, "What is it?"

A deep booming voice said from the other side, "What are your plans next?"

The young man smiled, and simply said, "I'll continue baiting."

The person on the other end asked, "What do you mean?"

The young man, still smiling, said, "A while ago, a few of the lines I cast out snapped, but I haven't figured out why. So, we need to keep baiting to find out the pattern of how the lines are being snapped, and then we can specifically target and catch the fish from the river.

"Oh, by the way, my previous rods were broken, so I'm still making new ones. I'll need your help with the bait for the next round."

After a brief silence, the voice on the other end responded. "Alright."

The call ended. The young man put down the phone, a smile on his face: "Technology is advancing so fast nowadays. I remember when phones needed a cord to work."

Looking up at the TV screen showing Yan Ruoyi and the black-clad figure behind her, his eyes filled with amusement.

"The southern battlefield, Tianlong Martial Academy, the Military Secret Martial Arts Academy, Chu Batian—none of these are your true identity, are they? Interesting, I didn't expect to encounter such an amusing little guy upon my return.

"A Sixth Heavenly Realm cultivator in the beginning stage, who has condensed something similar to the Blood Sea Battle Will, and can even mentally project a phantom domain, with combat power that can cross even a major realm. Such talent, even in the past, would be considered extraordinary. Killing a genius like this would be quite satisfying.

"But how were my fishing lines exposed? Was it their aura, power fluctuations, killing intent? Did they give themselves away through their words and actions? Or was it some more mysterious detection method? Soul's eye, intuition, sense of danger, or the Tianyan Eight Trigrams[1]..."

Saying this, the young man's eyes narrowed. He wasn't surprised by this situation. After all, if Xuanwu's daughter was that easy to kill, the decades of human development would be a joke.

Suddenly, his eyes were filled with an endless murderous aura, creating a bloody glow. His expression turned frenzied, and the small store seemed to turn into a hellscape.

However, the bloody glow from his murderous aura disappeared as quickly as it had arisen, and his expression returned to normal, though his gaze was cold and his voice chilling. "This time, I must bring the dragon back."

At that moment, the phone on the table rang again, displaying the same caller. The youth frowned slightly as he picked up the phone. "What now?"

The same deep voice on the other side said, "Akunus, this king[2] forgot to mention earlier..."

Instantly, the young man's expression changed, and with a crushing sound, the phone was smashed into pieces. "Idiot."

He had already warned that guy about how advanced human technology was now. While information communication was convenient, extra caution was necessary.

Never mention his name during a call, never call him “king,” never use demon language, and avoid discussing any targets or plans as much as possible. Yet, that fool had leaked it so quickly, proving his utter stupidity.

With this thought, the young man's eyes turned cold, and he disappeared from the small shop in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, in the Federation global monitoring center, a report came in from the Yueshan Nation branch.

"Report. In the last minute, the Celestial Supercomputer detected 31 mentions of 'Akunus.’ We've cleared 27 of them, but 4 remained suspicious. One was a brief call lasting 0.15 seconds before disconnecting, containing the keyword 'king,’ with a muffled accent."

"Quick, pinpoint the signal location."

"One end of the signal was located in Fengye Town, while the other end originated from abroad. It will take one minute to track and lock onto the position..."

1. The Eight Trigrams are used in Daoist cosmology to represent the fundamental principles of reality. Tianyan has not been explained by the author at this point yet. ☜

2. The voice is referring to themself in the third-person. ☜