In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

Zhou Zhengde sighed and spoke eloquently in the video:

“The situation is indeed a bit糟糕. Mu Liang, you may not realize the seriousness of the problem.”

“The attack you orchestrated on the forty-ninth floor successfully caught the attention of the Thirteenth Bureau.”

“We really didn't expect that Wen Heisen, the number three figure in the Blackfire Gang, would be a psychic, and a D-level psychic with body enhancement abilities.”

“What we didn't expect even more was that you easily seriously injured him. One of his eyes was ruined. The blade you stabbed into his eye damaged some of his nerves, making it impossible for him to conceal his injury… This helped a lot!”

“Now, the higher-ups are paying great attention to the Blackfire Gang. The coalition forces encircling the Blackfire Gang have increased their efforts, and the head of the Thirteenth Bureau's garrison in Fortress Seventy-Six has been directly warned by the Governor.”

“You have no idea how happy I was listening in on that meeting! It was really satisfying!”

“Thank you, my dear comrade!”

“However, the head of the Thirteenth Bureau's garrison in Fortress Seventy-Six, who had originally given up on the Blackfire Gang, has just sent down a D-level psychic and an E-level psychic. They have already entered the Blackfire Gang's territory.”

“Now there are at least two D-level psychics and one E-level psychic in the Lower City. The E-level one is relatively weak.”

“They are there to catch you. The Blackfire Gang will also follow their orders. There are also people from the Thirteenth Bureau lurking around here.”

“You really don't need to fight alone, Mu Liang. We have common enemies and goals. I know you might mind the fact that core members of the Blackfire Gang are likely to survive, but that's the unspoken rule of the fortress. They say the fortress needs these gangs… Although I also despise this, it is indeed a fact.”

Zhou Zhengde sighed, his eyes full of helplessness:

“In short, come back first. It's relatively safer to come back.”

“I had them send you a simple text exchange device. If you don't want to come back, you can also send me a message.”

“We can carefully discuss what to do. I don't mind you temporarily taking the lead in our cooperation according to your will, because you are really… unexpectedly powerful.”

“Remember to write down the gift you sent me last time in the text exchange device so that I can confirm that it's you on the other end. Only then can I feel comfortable paying them the hefty final payment.”

Chirp!

The simple holographic projector stopped working and returned to its green fluorescent flashing state.

Wang Jixuan's expression was a bit complicated.

The Thirteenth Bureau has sent additional psychics to catch him, and the thirteenth floor of the fortress is also unsafe…

He searched briefly in the middle-aged man's arms and quickly found a small, square box with a screen and a simple nine-grid keyboard on the front.

Referring to Mu Liang's memories, Wang Jixuan quickly understood the operating principle of this thing and sent a message to Zhou Zhengde.

【02: Take with rice soup after burning.】

'02' represents the networked number of the text chat device.

【01: Alas! They are so fast! As expected of the most elite mercenary team in the Lower City!】

Wang Jixuan: Why does this text seem to make a sound?

He could almost imagine Zhou Zhengde's exaggerated and perfunctory facial expression.

Wang Jixuan simply replied.

【02: No need to pay the final payment later.】

【01: Why? What happened?】

【02: They were ambushed by the Blackfire Gang.】

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and rubbed his brow.

Fortunately, only those bald donkeys in the cultivation world have the precept of not telling lies. They who cultivate the Dao don't care about these things.

【01: Are you okay, Mu Liang? I'm a little worried about your situation. I think we can talk carefully. This thing has plenty of power.】

【02: How did you find me?】

Wang Jixuan thought for a moment and added a question mark.

【01: It's very simple. Mu Liang, the time it took you to exchange other gang coins for Joy Coins was too short, and the behavior was too concentrated. The Joy Capital gang locked onto your whereabouts yesterday. They took the initiative to find me, and I used supplies to suppress it for you. Joy Capital sells the most intelligence among the seven gangs.】

Wang Jixuan secretly felt fortunate.

Not having the Transformation Technique is really troublesome.

However, the Transformation Technique is an advanced spell that can only be cultivated in the Nascent Soul Realm. It's still too early.

【01: I can help you. Our enemies are the same. We have fought together before. Do you have any reason not to trust me?】

【02: Thanks, but I still prefer to solve problems myself.】

【01: No, no, no, that's too risky. Your value is immeasurable. We should be more cautious. A new D-level psychic has joined the Blackfire Gang. I remember I told you about this. Didn't you watch the recording I gave you?】

【02: Seen. Sitting and waiting for death will only lead to death. Fighting the wind and breaking the clouds creates a chance for survival.】

Zhou Zhengde didn't send a message back for a while.

Wang Jixuan wasn't in a hurry at all. He was thinking about what to do next, whether to advance or retreat. He had to make a decision now.

Advancing means creating a simple magic weapon as soon as possible, going to kill the Blackfire Gang BOSS and that Wen Heisen, and capturing Wen Heisen's soul.

This would inevitably involve some risk.

Retreating means returning to the thirteenth floor to cultivate for a few months, waiting for his aura to become full and making sufficient preparations.

But this also has risks and may trap him. At the same time, he would need to rely on Zhou Zhengde's power, and he would inevitably be controlled by others in the future. He might become Zhou Zhengde's retainer… That would be extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Jixuan heard his senior uncle's voice in his ear. The senior uncle seemed to be advising him to prepare more, but after pondering for a few seconds, he decided to follow his heart.

Then choose the third option!

Advance and retreat at the same time.

Ask Zhou Zhengde for help to a limited extent, create a disguise mask to hide his identity, and then try to infiltrate the forty-ninth floor to investigate the Blackfire Gang BOSS and the psychics. He would never act rashly without finding a suitable opportunity, and then repay Zhou Zhengde for his favor later.

Wang Jixuan thought for a moment and sent a message to Zhou Zhengde.

【02: I need your favor.】

【01: Good! Very good! How many purification troops do you need? Or, I can directly ask my grandfather to mobilize the defense army!】

【02: No need. Help me get an identity, preferably one that can change my appearance. I want to infiltrate the forty-ninth floor to lurk.】

【01: Only these? ( _ )】

Wang Jixuan leaned back and frowned at the emoticon.

How was this typed?

It's quite interesting.

A moment later, the square box vibrated gently, and a line of small characters popped up on the screen.

【01: I'll give you an answer in an hour. I need to design a new identity for you, an identity with a suitable reason to leave the Middle City and join a Lower City gang. I also need to find a trustworthy guy to take you into the forty-ninth floor… I hope that after this, we can talk openly and honestly. I feel like I'm about to become your little brother!】

【02: You and I can be considered equals, Brother Zhou.】

【01: Wait for my message. Try to protect yourself. I want to understand the miracle that happened to you. I will send someone to find you as soon as possible. Can you fix a meeting point?】

【02: Night Hawk Headshot Location.】

【01: Perfect meeting point.】

No more characters popped up on the square box's screen.

Wang Jixuan breathed a sigh of relief and put the thing into his inner pocket.

He didn't want to make friends.

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A cultivator in the Golden Core Realm has a lifespan of 300 to 500 years, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm has a lifespan of 800 to 1,000 years, and a cultivator in the Mahayana Realm can live for 5,000 to 7,000 years, while the lifespan of mortals is rarely more than 70 years.

If a mortal confidant or friend passes away, Dao heart will also experience ripples.

“There’s still a little trouble here.”

Wang Jixuan looked at the five mercenary team members and pondered slightly.

He would need to find a way to refine weapons later, and it would be better to prepare more Joy Coins… Their equipment looked pretty good.

“Sorry.”

… …

The next day.

The cleaner who came to clean the room was obviously stunned when she saw the four men and one woman covered with quilts on the bed, and then shook the service bell as if she was used to it.

Huh? There are a lot of blood stains on the ground?

“Ah! Dead… Well, it's not a big deal.”

The cleaner frowned and complained a few times, then turned to call for some helpers.

She hated cleaning up blood stains.

… …

At the same time.

Night Hawk Headshot Location, the corner of that low-rise building complex.

Wang Jixuan sat in the interlayer formed by the two stacked roofs, maintaining the posture of holding Yuan and guarding One, placing a bullet in the palm of his hand.

He was not in meditation.

If he has insights after entering meditation, he will enter the enlightenment state, and it is easy to lose awareness of the outside world and immerse himself in the Great Dao.

Wang Jixuan did not lack Dao insights. He was just using this posture to accelerate the circulation of the aura in his body and increase the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy.

After the previous few battles, his spiritual sense has improved significantly, and now it can cover a range of more than ten meters around him.

When he reaches the Perfection of the Qi Refining Realm and steps into the Gathering Spirit Realm, his spiritual sense will transform into spiritual consciousness. As his cultivation improves, the range that spiritual consciousness can directly detect will also continue to increase.

More importantly…

This world has no formations or enchantments!

As long as his spiritual consciousness is successful, the enemy will have nowhere to hide, and evil will usher in the nemesis of the righteous path!

Woo –

The roar of a motorcycle engine sounded from the distant main road. A motorcycle turned off its high beams and slowly entered this slum district.

More than a dozen motorcycles stopped on the main road, gathered under a few street lights.

Wang Jixuan hid on the side of the eaves and watched the situation on the main road.

Under the street lights, a dozen young women dressed in sexy and cool clothes were talking and laughing while keeping watch. They were holding submachine guns and wearing ammunition belts, and most of them had dyed their hair in colorful colors.

Wang Jixuan recognized the Silver Party logo tattooed on the shoulders of these women.

Were they guarding for the motorcycle in front?

The person ahead… Sure enough, she had already gone to the Night Hawk headshot location.

The Silver Party had installed a huge billboard there, depicting a headless sniper, along with a bunch of ghost-face graffiti; the Silver Party didn't skimp on the Lower City's most precious electricity, using several spotlights to illuminate the billboard.

Wang Jixuan chose to use this place as a rendezvous point also because this marker was relatively easy to find, and the surrounding environment was very suitable for a single person to hide.

The female motorcyclist, already at the rendezvous point, was driving slowly and circling continuously.

Hearing the low engine sound, the figures in the surrounding buildings hurriedly closed their doors and windows.

Wang Jixuan kept pondering, chin in hand.

To say he wasn't worried this was a trap would definitely be a lie.

The female motorcyclist had a sphere floating on her shoulder, an expensive reconnaissance and strike integrated drone, which was also the reason she dared to act alone.

She rode around the vicinity seven or eight times, finally slowly stopping, supporting the motorcycle with her slender, leather-pants-clad legs, and a few indistinct mumbles came from behind the pure black helmet, seemingly saying something like, 'Isn't he here?'

She tilted her head and called out, "Boss?"

Wang Jixuan continued to remain still.

The female motorcyclist sighed with some dejection, and her upright posture slumped.

She raised her hand and patted her lower back; at this moment, a not-so-obvious spare tire appeared on the abdomen, which had been neglected by the tight leather pants and short leather jacket.

Daoist Wang stared intently.

"Doctor Wei?"

The female motorcyclist instantly turned her head, straightened up, and sucked in her breath, gracefully removing her helmet, and newly permed and dyed long wavy hair cascaded down.