Chapter 605: Chapter 10: Energized Biological Entities

Blazing flames soared into the sky as piercing cries echoed. The Young Master stood by the window, watching the commotion in the city, his body trembling slightly.

The scene of the Quan family being annihilated kept flashing before him. If it weren’t for White holding his hand, he might have already lost his mind and found a corner to hide.

No matter how noble the Bloodline, he was just a child, no more than ten years old.

White stood beside him, looking at the somewhat chaotic city, a trace of solemnity flashing across his face.

With his Prosthetic Eye, he could see that each of these samurai who stormed in was exceptionally skilled. By Jianghu standards, they would at least be second-rate experts. And now, the samurai rushing into the city numbered at least a thousand.

“Young Master, let us return.”

White looked at the Young Master, whose body was continuously trembling, and couldn’t help but speak.

“No, we’re not going back.” The Young Master stared at the scenes in the city, struggling to calm himself.

“If I can’t overcome even this little bit of fear, talking about revenge in the future would be pointless. Even surviving would be a struggle. I must not succumb to fear.”

White didn’t persuade further; he could feel the Young Master’s determination. And the Young Master was right: if this fear couldn’t be overcome, there would be no point in talking about future revenge.

As they watched the battlefield, the Young Master’s trembling body gradually stilled.

Suddenly, White noticed something amiss.

Energy cycled into the Prosthetic Eye, and the world gradually became clearer. Under the gaze of the Prosthetic Eye, it seemed that a group among the samurai was detaching from the main force, heading in their direction.

“Young Master, please return temporarily, someone is approaching.”

White released the Young Master’s hand and drew the long knife named Shura from his waist. After much bloodshed, the blade had turned blood-red. Holding the knife, a chilling killing intent would seep into his body through the hilt.

If it weren’t for the pendant given by Richard, this killing intent would slowly change his character, turning him into a brutal person, eventually becoming a slave to the blade.

White knew this knife was definitely no ordinary item, and the old werewolf who saved him wasn’t an ordinary person either.

He also knew there must be some plot within this knife; a normal person would never give a complete stranger such a valuable long knife.

But none of that mattered.

Through his exchanges with Richard, White learned many things. Among them, he found Richard’s perspective on scheming most valuable.

In the face of absolute strength, any scheme is a joke.

No matter what earth-shattering intrigues these noble families were plotting in the shadows, their strength dictated that when Richard descended, they would all be cannon fodder.

And in the Lu Family, White was equivalent to Richard.

As long as he had the Array Flag, unless an Immortal descended, White was invincible. On this basis, any plot against him was a joke.

“Be careful.”

The Young Master extended his hand towards White, who knelt slightly to let the Young Master pat his head.

“Yes.”

…

In the crisscrossing alleys, a team of differently dressed masked men was advancing towards a distant tower.

Among them, some wore Black Armor, wielding a Big Spear. Others were dressed in wide robes with horsetail whisks, exuding an Immortal-like aura despite wearing iron masks. Some wore straw hats with short attire, while others donned large cloaks, showing nobility in their every gesture.

The team moved without communication, yet their goal was strikingly consistent, and they worked together with remarkable synergy.

A group of warriors angled in from the alley but before they could understand the scene before them, the man in wide robes waved his horsetail whisk, summoning a dense fog that obscured the warriors’ vision.

The Black Armor samurai and the short-attired warrior drew their weapons, weaving like phantoms through the mist, and the blood sprayed almost dyed the fog red.

The entire process was smooth and flowing, with not a moment of hesitation in the four’s actions.

Passing through the alley, the four arrived at a pebbled path.

At the end of this path was their target–the Lu Family’s Moon Tower.

At this moment, three figures stood on the first floor of the Moon Tower. Two of them were tall, clad in iron armor, wielding long knives, clearly the Lu Family’s Iron Armor Guards. But between them was a smaller figure.

This figure, dressed in white and holding a blood-red long knife, seemed far less formidable than the two Iron Armor Guards.

Yet at this moment, the eyes of the four-person team all focused on him.

“Sir, it’s your turn.”

The Daoist and two warriors stepped aside, allowing the cloaked, well-dressed masked man to move to the front of the team.

“The Quan family is truly a centipede that won’t die easily; even after falling to a middle-rank family, they can still nurture a top-notch expert to serve as a Shadow Guard.”

The cloaked man’s voice was gentle and clear, sounding like mountain streams, but the language was not ordinary werewolf tongue.

It was a language called Yayin, invented by noble families post-enfeoffment, used to differentiate noble families from commoners. Only noble families knew this language, and their status wouldn’t be low.

White understood this language but did not bother with this person. As he infused energy into the long knife, Shura’s blade became even bloodier.

A chilling murderous intent permeated the air, seeming to lower the temperature of the pebbled path by a few degrees.

Seeing this, the cloaked man shook his head slightly.

“No courtesy, the Quan family has truly fallen.”

With that, he strode toward Bai, seemingly completely unconcerned about the weapon in Bai’s hand. At the same time, the three people behind him also advanced, appearing to bypass Bai.

“Passage forbidden here.”

Bai gripped the Shura and spoke the first and only words of this battle.

The next moment, Bai lifted his left arm and fired a Capture Net at the man in the brocade. Then with a flicker, he appeared before the Black Armor Samurai.

The Black Armor Samurai held a Big Spear, and seeing Bai rush forward, immediately swung the long spear. The spear broke through the air with a loud sonic boom, bending under the force of the swing.

If it made contact, Bai, even as a Third Level creature, would have bones and muscles shattered…

Bang!

A blood-colored blade flashed past, slicing the black spear in half without any hindrance.

In an instant, another streak of blood light flashed by.

The Black Armor Samurai’s eyes bulged with fury, but that was all. His massive head flew high, blood staining the very air red.

Information flowed along the hilt into Bai’s mind. Bai swung the blade again, and the Black Armor Samurai’s body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood-colored mist spreading through the forest.

In the mist, Bai’s figure moved like a phantom, silently appearing beside the wide-robed Daoist. Before the Daoist could react, Bai’s left arm glowed slightly, delivering a fierce punch.

Bam!

The Energy Barrier shattered.

The Daoist’s head snapped backward, his neck breaking in two under the immense force.

Bai turned back, swung his blade again, the blood-colored edge slicing through the mist. It clashed with a section of the blade with a bright shine, cleaving it in half.

The short-clad Samurai wielding the long blade had no time to dodge, nearly getting slashed open.

“Famed weapon, what kind of garbage intel did you gather?” the short-clad Samurai cursed at the sight of the blood-colored blade.

His long blade, the Black Armor Samurai’s long spear, were all weapons from the catalog, albeit ranked low but certainly immune to being cut without damage by ordinary weapons.

A voice tinged with slight anger came from behind him.

“Daring to use something meant for beasts against noble families. Shadow Guard, you deserve to be shredded!”

In the next moment, the short-clad Samurai felt a sudden brightness behind him. Frenzied flames, like a mad dragon, surged from behind, mercilessly engulfing him.

After the flames, Bai lowered his prosthetic eye, his expression serious as he looked at the creature before him.

At this moment, the man in brocade had already escaped the Capture Net, his entire form turning into a blur. In his hand, a flame still lingered; the raging dragon-like fire just now must have sprung from his hand.

“Evil Ghost, Richard, the thing you’re interested in has arrived.”

In the Floating City, Richard, who was researching Runes, suddenly felt a call.

“Something interesting?”

Richard raised an eyebrow, dividing his focus to observe what Bai saw.

But when he saw it clearly, he was stunned, the Rune Model in his hand shattered, bursting into flames capable of evaporating steel.

“A Transmutable Creature? A creature can actually transform into a pure energy transmutable creature?!”

Richard waved casually, tidying up the destroyed experimental table due to the uncontrolled Rune, then devoted all attention to the Prosthetic Eye.

At this moment, Richard only regretted that he could not personally enter the Immortal Country. Otherwise, this rare experimental specimen, he would capture it no matter what.

“Kid, use the Array Flag, you mostly can’t win against this thing with your prosthetic eye.”

As Richard’s voice reached Bai’s ear, the man in brocade waved sharply at Bai. The Wind Element in the air suddenly transformed into countless sharp blades at this moment, engulfing Bai like waves.

“Hurry, don’t let this thing escape!”

Richard urged Bai while taking out numerous alchemy materials from his pocket. Bai’s Prosthetic Eye was his creation, so he knew very well that the Capture Net of the prosthetic eye was useless against the creature before them, merely a disturbance.

So now he must create a cage, to allow Bai to capture this thing.

If such a treasure were to escape, he would surely lament for quite a while.

Richard’s urging made Bai realize the seriousness of the situation. He took out the Array Flag from his chest without hesitation and inserted the flagpole into his heart.

After a throbbing pain, Bai opened his eyes, an invisible magnetic field expanded with him at its center.

The man in brocade, perceiving Bai’s change, suddenly experienced clarity amid his frenzy.

In his eyes, Bai’s figure suddenly disappeared, replaced by a ghost drifting with the wind.

It seemed as if Bai had merged with the heavens and earth.

“Is it possible for such a Dao Technique to exist in this world?” A flash of shock crossed the man in brocade’s mind. But soon, this trace of shock turned into greed like wild grass.

“Even if I don’t capture that Elixir Materials this trip, obtaining this Dao Technique would surely be a great gain.”