The Elderly Artists' Dance Troupe

After leaving the Dead Puppet Agency, Xue Ming immediately changed tickets and transferred to another train, heading to the White Ape Organization Headquarters in Eureka Volcano City as instructed by the BOSS.

He didn't contact Xiao Qi and Liuxing proactively, nor did he know who was involved in this autumn harvest operation; everything depended on the cabinet's arrangements.

When I arrived at the Twilight Pass again, this vast and open plain, which used to have only one isolated highway, now stretches more than 700 kilometers along the railway towards Eureka Volcano City. Along the way, there are signal, track maintenance, and locomotive maintenance depots, and every 50 kilometers or so there is a small rest stop at the railway node.

Seven years later, the sun shines brightly everywhere, illuminating the world.

After a three-hour drive, Xue Ming arrived at the Canyon Pass platform and hailed a taxi. He was heading to the White Ape to hand over his equipment. The nameless generals would be deployed on the White Ape in advance to meet with the natives of Shambhala and learn about the local customs and culture before the merchant ships arrived in August.

After descending the elevator into the seabed cave passage, and walking another two hundred meters or so into the damp and dark rock cave, you will see the sign for the White Ape. Pushing open the hatch of the sunken ship, Xue Ming followed the host to the captain's cabin, where the old Khan had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Zhang Congfeng, is that right?" The old Khan was unaware of the gunsmith's feigned death; he only knew that the BOSS had given orders that a psychologist would be delivering equipment to the nameless man in the next few days.

Jiang Xueming put down the weapon case and knife sheaths, handing over all the equipment, including Berloberg's, to the old Khan without keeping a single thing.

Everything is here.

The old Khan said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhang Congfeng."

"Does the BOSS have any other instructions?" Jiang Xueming asked.

The old Khan nodded. "Please go to room 303; some guests are waiting for you."

Jiang Xueming had no intention of exchanging pleasantries. The old Khan was very good at recognizing people, and he didn't want to cause any trouble. He gave a slight bow in farewell and immediately went to cabin 303.

After passing through the storage compartments and arriving at the sailors' quarters, these rooms had all been converted into guest rooms. By number 303, they were very close to the deck. Xue Ming followed the number to find the room and knocked on the door. The response from inside was quite unexpected.

The voice was both so familiar and so unfamiliar.

Ye Bei: "Who is it?"

Apart from holidays, Xue Ming would occasionally return to his hometown to visit Brother Ye Bei. After that, he spent less and less time in the mortal world. He never expected that this Tian Shu operator would appear here.

A crack appeared in the door, and Ye Bei could be seen peering through one eye at the door frame, making out the visitor's appearance.

"Xiao Jiang?"

The older brother recognized her at a glance. Without the slightest hesitation, he opened the door, looked around, and pulled Xue Ming inside.

"Oh! Oh! Should I call you Father?"

Jiang Xueming was surprised and delighted. He stood frozen in the entryway after entering the guest room until Ye Bei closed the door. Only then did he nod and reply, "Uh, right, I'm a dead man now."

"Hey! We're all the same! ~ What's with all this talk about dying?" Ye Bei casually pulled Xue Ming towards the suite's living room -- along the way, Jiang Xueming carefully observed her older brother's appearance.

This psionicist from Tian Shu didn't seem to have aged; he maintained the appearance of someone in their late twenties. However, he was unkempt, didn't like to shave, and casually tied his hair back with a rubber band. To say that his hairstyle was somewhat like that of a Japanese samurai would be an understatement, especially with that fierce scar on his broken eyebrow.

"Dude, are you cosplaying as Miyamoto Musashi?"

"No! No! Your sister-in-law's been into anime-style handsome men lately, so I was just playing along," Ye Bei explained casually, then looked at Xue Ming's thirty-one-year-old body and felt a little lost. "You..."

"It seems like only yesterday."

"He seems older than me."

Jiang Xueming: "Oh, unlike you, brother, you are Chang Ghost, so naturally you will grow old and die."

Ye Bei: "No, I meant the pectoral muscles."

Xue Ming really had no idea what Ye Bei was thinking; this mature adult always managed to come out with some strange and unusual words.

"Ah, I thought so."

Ye Bei interrupted, "Otherwise what?"

Suddenly, Xue Ming felt relieved. He figured that Brother Beizi was a man who had seen a lot and had long since seen through life, old age, sickness and death. This psychic had become the cage of the Qiongqi beast and would have to live on in the body of Chang Ghost. In his miserable prison life, he was either looking for fun or on his way to looking for fun.

"Why is Brother Ye Bei in Eureka?" Xue Ming asked casually, putting down her luggage. In fact, she already had a vague answer in her heart; she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

"Not only me, but the special operations team from Tian Shu is all here, as well as other psionic teams from the mortal world." Ye Bei rummaged through the refrigerator for supplies and tossed a can of Worry-forgetting Tea to Xue Ming: "Drink this."

Xue Ming accepted the tea, opened the lid, and drank it all in one gulp. The fatigue from the long journey over the past few days vanished instantly. The tea's effects were the same as before, like cerebrospinal fluid quickly flushing out the waste from the brain, making one's mind sharp and clear-headed—at that moment, Fragrant Dream seemed to automatically turn on like an overcharged mobile phone.

It involuntarily burst out of Xue Ming's body, looked at Ye Bei again and again, seemingly smelling the scent of its own kind, before being pulled back into Xue Ming's body by a strong suction force.

In those brief few seconds, Xue Ming seemed to see a snow-white tiger in Ye Bei—

--A misty aura enveloped Ye Bei, and the gray-black tiger skin tattoos resembled scars, creeping up the man's neck and back.

"The Dagda's Cauldron is too strange. The leadership of Tian Shu has assigned a special operations team to assist the Abyssal Railway Transportation Bureau in investigating this matter. I rushed over as soon as I received the order." Ye Bei quickly explained while Xue Ming had just regained consciousness, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back. Our special operations team is positioned as an all-rounder in Tian Shu—we need to be more capable in combat than the armed team, more resourceful than the intelligence team, and ready to step up in all kinds of special situations. We are the vanguard."

"Are you the only one in this special operations team?" Xue Ming asked curiously.

Bei Zi Ge arrived at the side door of the suite's living room and pushed open the door to the entertainment room.

Then a powerful burst of music came from inside.

--The dance drums for the hit song "All My People" started playing, and the good brothers and sisters from the Special Operations Team, dressed in spirit costumes and ties, were having fun in the karaoke room of the entertainment room.

The adorable lead dancer was Qiongqi, a large white cat standing on the table holding a microphone, wearing sunglasses and swaying its head to the rhythm. It cried out in surprise when it saw its owner open the door.

"Useless piece of trash! Close the door! Don't you fucking know how cold it is in here!?"

Brother Bei quickly closed the door and hurriedly replied, "Sorry, boss."

The soundproofing in this suite was so good that Tian Shu Special Operations Team member Suan Cai Xiao Qu couldn't hear it anymore. Xue Ming was so surprised that his jaw dropped. He only knew that psychics in the Human World should sunbathe every day and be very lively, but he never expected them to be so sunny and cheerful.

Xue Ming was deeply shocked, so she sat in the living room chatting and eating sunflower seeds with Ye Bei. Half an hour later, she finally found out the arrangements made by the Organization Department.

"In other words, we need to split our forces into four groups."

Ye Bei replied, "Yes, I'm going to Xiantai Prefecture to kick down the gates. There are many islands there, and Judas's territory is in that area. I need to deal with these emerging cults. My other group of colleagues will go to the Ax Peak Mountain area in the Copper River Basin. Legend has it that there is a cauldron there where the victims of years of war become alchemical materials."

"The nameless ones also need to split up and operate in Rao Xia and Wuling Mountain. To get the Chaos Egg from them, we need to at least establish a communication system. If we can't make contact, we won't be able to launch a coordinated attack."

Jiang Xueming asked, "Can't we act together? If we're scattered and fighting separately, our strength can't be concentrated, and we'll be easily defeated one by one—this is Judas's home ground."

"If you want to secure Judas's position, you have to do this: gradually erode his assets, hit his sore spots, and he'll be so enraged that he'll break down and show himself," Ye Bei patiently explained. "Just like what you did before, the former ruler of Eureka Volcano City, Kang Que, challenged you to a duel only after his defenses were breached."

"Wuling Mountain is Luo Ping'an's territory, the location of his Daoist temple, Taiyi Xuan Sect. This is our temporary stronghold. If you include all the warlord armies and Tusi militias in the entire Xia Bang—our enemies are more numerous than the stars in the sky, at least eight or nine million people."

"If we don't split up, where will we get the chance to launch multiple attacks? If we don't destroy a dozen or so of his important elixir-making caves in a short time, Judas won't care at all—this promising old entrepreneur sows seeds everywhere, and they bloom all over the place. If we gather together to destroy one of his dens, he'll create two more, like the heads of Hydra, you can't cut them all off."

That's absolutely true. Judas's current wealth and power are all due to the fact that the members of the alliance are all shrewd businessmen. If they were to sell elixirs, a kind of power token, their entrepreneurial speed would be like a rocket launch. In a wild land like Shambhala, it would be easy to cultivate a large-scale military government. It might only take half a month. After taking the elixir, raising the flag, and occupying a mountain, the dog-headed strategist could just find any temple, dig out a dog-headed statue from it, and create a dog-headed cult for the Wings of Light on the spot.

The next step was for the Cult Leader to flex his muscles and engage in several battles with local warlords. Soon after, a village-level confederation of nearly 10,000 people was established, and Religious order of nearly 1,000 people was born.

After explaining these details, the door to the entertainment room opened, and it seemed that the good brothers and sisters of the special operations team had finally finished dancing and were about to make their proper appearance.

At the very front of the procession was Wood Plark's non-blood-related brother, Chen, the owner of Ye Bei's armory and paper craft shop.

"Hello." Chen Xiaowu took off his sunglasses and shook hands with Jiang Xueming. "I'm an agent from the Tian Shu Special Operations Team. You can call me Fifth Brother. You've seen my psionic ability—it can mimic the physical characteristics of other creatures, allowing me to transform into another person."

Last time, Xue Ming was able to successfully fake his death and carry out the entire [REMIX·Mixing] intrusion operation smoothly, all thanks to Chen Xiaowu faking his death in Xue Ming's place and being severely injured by Pellegrini.

After finishing his serious remarks, the paper craft shop owner muttered something under his breath.

"Actually, I don't look like this in real life. I don't really like Wood's face, but there's nothing I can do. I've been ordered to do it, so I have to do it this way—I'm very handsome."

Jiang Xueming was somewhat surprised. "Oh, oh."

After a brief greeting, the next psychic came to Xue Ming.

"I am an agent of the Tian Shu Special Operations Team. You should have seen me before." A robust older woman came up to Xue Ming and reached out her hand from the wide sleeve of her spirit robe.

Xue Ming shook hands and bowed, thinking to himself—this woman is Brother Beizi's colleague, her real name is Wang Lingxi.

"Just call me Sister Wang," Wang Lingxi said. "My psychic ability is to alter mass, like this."

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Ming's right arm suddenly felt heavy. The glove seemed to have turned into a thick block of iron, pulling his arm toward the floor. In just a second, he felt a tearing sensation in his Five Fingers, and his muscles bent and twisted along with the glove.

Sister Wang quickly deactivated her spiritual power, took off her sunglasses, and said with a smile, "Sorry! I used too much force."

Jiang Xueming could tell that everyone in the room possessed extraordinary skills.

The next person was also an old acquaintance, a short man who was only 158 centimeters tall, who came up to Xue Ming.

"Hello, Su Xingchen, we've met before, you're from the Tian Shu Intelligence Department."

Previously, during the mission at Red Star Hill in Niflheim, Jiang Xueming specifically sought advice from Brother Xingchen regarding the Tian Shu Library. This young man seemed to have no spiritual power. Subsequently, during the expedition, the Nameless Person also frequently contacted this intelligence agent.

"My psychic trait is," Su Xingchen said, pointing at Ye Bei, "To be his father, to guide him, to arrange battle plans, to find the enemy's Gate of Death, to take care of his basic needs, to choose the safest escape route, and to choose the most advantageous attack plan."

Jiang Xueming: "Hehehe, that's pretty impressive."

Su Xingchen took off her sunglasses, sat down on the sofa, and remained silent.

The next one had worked with Jiang Xueming on a mission, serving as his partner in investigating the case of the Terror Artist and the Spirit Calamity.

Hello, it's me.

Jiang Xueming looked up and replied, "Sima Yao."

"I'm from the Tian Shu Tian Fu department, in charge of personnel scheduling and changes. I'm a clerk in the unit, and now I've been transferred to the Special Operations Group," Sima Yao explained. "Wood Plark is my biological father, but of course I didn't get this civil servant position because of my father—I'm pretty capable."

This older sister didn't contribute anything at all when dealing with Spirit Calamity, so Xue Ming just took it as a joke.

Sima Yao said smugly, "I can control the wind and rain!"

Jiang Xueming: "Very strong."

Sima Yao: "There's also an extremely powerful life-saving trick!"

Jiang Xueming: "I would like to hear the details."

Sima Yao took off her sunglasses. "I'm very rich, that's my superpower."

Jiang Xueming nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his head vibrating as he looked at Brother Ye Bei.

Brother Bei also started nodding, seemingly out of consideration for the leader's daughter, and dared not say anything more.

Finally, there was Qiongqi, a large cat that climbed onto the table with clumsy movements. What seemed like an ordinary house cat's effortless scaling of walls was an incredible miracle to this ferocious beast.

It patted its dusty belly, stood upright on its two legs, and looked majestic. Its lifelike, clever, and cunning expression had an indescribable... well.

A cute feeling? It's like a little rascal openly saying something not so scary but actually quite harsh to you.

"Hey! Little friend! We meet again!"

Qiongqi said this.

"Why didn't your boss come to see me personally? What's your status? What's my strength? Just think about that monster you ran into during your harvest season, and you'll know exactly what's going on!"

"I am a ferocious beast! I am a natural disaster!!"

"Wherever I go, bad things follow!"

As he said this, Qiongqi took off his sunglasses, only to find that there was another pair of sunglasses underneath.

Ye Bei explained softly, "It's always like this. It's especially happy after dancing and eating. Don't mind it."

Jiang Xueming: "I don't mind, I don't mind."

Brother Bei continued, "Its psychic properties are simple: it provides me with the Red Mountain Stone Super Spiritual Form, which is the cat-head form you and Taowu's primordial essence combined into—in this state, I can unleash my full power and fight demons and monsters head-on."

Xue Ming pondered that the cat-head form's power output was indeed outrageous. It was supersonic movement power, and it could maintain the judgment and reaction speed of fighting techniques even at extreme speed. Using this power to Blood-giving Monster was like an adult beating a child; it was a genuine cheat code.

"Tian Shu has sent a few of us," Ye Bei said. "In addition, the European Community's psionic representative, the Monster Hunter with the Hood, and the US Federal TRG (the psionic team of the CIA and FBI) will also be sending people."

"Including the elite of the Abyssal Railway chapter, and the Nameless One."

"The world's most powerful psychics will go to Shambhala to deal with Judas."

You are not fighting alone.

Ming De stood atop the Council of Five Kings, holding a profile portrait of Judas.

--The little paws lightly flicked the pages of the portrait, and said triumphantly to the enemy in the painting.

"Besides the people scoured from the mortal world, the nameless individual, and a dozen or so other top-tier VIPs from the Abyssal Railway, my Black Gem War God Card will definitely bring you unexpected surprises!"

"You're all sweaty, aren't you, buddy?"