Cleanup Failed!

Ye Jingchen frowned. The other party's words sounded like an admission, but upon closer inspection, they were full of holes.

What "Extreme Path Point-Adding," what "slaughtering in all directions is the true Extreme Path"—it was all just a rehearsed script, impossible to tell truth from lies.

However, regardless of whether the talent Wang Xuan spoke of was real or fake, his actions would not lie.

The intelligence report stated that Yu Jinghong was killed the moment he arrived, and the opponent already possessed significant combat power at that time. This wasn't hard to guess; many point-adding talents came with initial points upon awakening.

But... Ye Jingchen muttered to himself, to have the details of his talent pried out so easily, it's all too much like a farce.

He shook his head. Forget it. I'll submit the report, and what happens after that is none of my business.

Just as he prepared to strike, he saw a short, pitch-black spike appear in Wang Xuan's hand, dancing between his fingers as if it had a life of its own.

"No way?" Wang Xuan teased. "You didn't think you could just learn about my talent and walk away unscathed without paying a price, did you?"

As he spoke, he pulled a string of storage bags from his robes and shook them in his hand, the gold threads reflecting a dazzling light under the sun.

"Actually, I'm quite happy to see you all coming to kill me in swarms. Ever since I entered this world, I've barely needed to search for martial arts, because you all deliver them to my doorstep in droves—martial arts, weapons, true qi, blood qi, and even Slaughter Points! You're practically gods of wealth. In just a few days, I've almost eaten my fill."

Ye Jingchen's face darkened. This was the first time he had been mocked by a target while executing a mission.

In the past, when clearing out those players, which of them wasn't trembling in fear?

The most troublesome ones were merely like mice being chased by a cat, but he had never felt as powerless as he did now.

His thoughts raced, and he decided to harden his heart. The true qi within his body instantly turned violent, colliding within his meridians like two runaway dragons.

In an instant, several bloody holes burst open across his skin, and lines of blood sprayed out, flying four or five zhang away and piercing small pits into the dirt and stone on the ground.

"Damn!" Wang Xuan was startled, not expecting the opponent to be so decisive.

He reached out with his hand holding the storage bags, and a surging suction force from his Energy Absorption Technique pulled Ye Jingchen's body right in front of him.

But a sweep of his divine sense revealed that the man had already breathed his last; he was dead through and through.

"I was just posturing, was it really necessary to die out of the plot world?" Wang Xuan was speechless. "The Royal Clan really plays games in such strange ways."

As for the opponent taking the "Extreme Path Point-Adding" intelligence out with him, he didn't care at all. After all, he didn't have a point-adding talent, nor did he need any points.

He activated the Energy Absorption Technique, drained Ye Jingchen dry, and another storage bag fell into his possession. Several new martial arts popped up on his panel, the most eye-catching being two: [Emperor's Qi-Gazing Technique] and [Black Heaven Book].

"Gazing at qi as an emperor, killing while laughing... The Black Heaven is ominous, bringing disaster for three generations..." Wang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately maxed out the Emperor's Qi-Gazing Technique on his panel.

In an instant, a cool sensation poured into his crown chakra, clearing his mind and calming his spirit; his thoughts ceased, and his heart became as still as water.

He looked inward at his internal organs and meridians, observing the rise and fall of blood qi, the flow of true power, the waxing and waning of yin and yang, the hidden and visible pulses, the vastness of his qi sea, and the fullness or deficiency of his own energy—all were within his grasp.

He opened his eyes and looked, and the world had changed completely.

Green, red, yellow, white, and black qi flowed between heaven and earth, corresponding to the five elements, the four seasons, and the eight directions.

The gathering and dispersing of clouds, the direction of the wind, the omens of thunder and lightning, and the signs of weather—all were in his eyes. This was the celestial phenomenon.

He looked down at his feet, and the movement of dragon veins, the undulations of earth qi, the gathering and scattering of baleful qi, the prosperity and decline of fortune, the mountains and rivers, and the terrain—all were clear at a glance. This was the terrestrial terrain.

"It's just a pity..." Wang Xuan sighed helplessly. "Gazing at the three talents, aside from looking inside myself, there's no one else around for me to observe."

He looked around at the empty mountain forest; there wasn't even a shadow of a person.

Had he killed too ruthlessly? He hadn't even left a tool for testing his new martial arts.

The Emperor's Qi-Gazing Technique was indeed powerful. After maxing it out to the limit this world could withstand, he clearly sensed a breeze blowing in the distance, and he knew exactly which eighteen leaves would be blown off the tree.

This feeling of grasping everything based on natural changes was very novel.

Predicting wind, rain, earthquakes, tides, and changes in time; gazing at qi to know fortune, disaster, success, failure, and the rise and fall of destiny; the unity of heaven and man, merging one's body with the qi of heaven and earth, with every movement secretly aligning with the Great Dao—this was the power of this divine art.

Heavens Tower, second floor, pure white space.

Ye Xianxian's face was ugly. At this moment, quite a few people were standing before him. Aside from the numb-looking servant players, there were several Royal Clan players with their heads bowed and expressions of defeat.

The atmosphere had dropped to freezing. These people had been killed out of the plot world, and all the God-Splitting Spikes in their hands had been lost. This was a failure they could not accept, and the punishment from above was something they could not bear.

"Useless trash!" Ye Xianxian's gaze swept over them like a blade. "You went to clear the target, yet Chu Lingtian was actually killed by the target using a God-Splitting Spike! He has brought shame upon the Chu Clan!"

He paused, his tone growing colder. "You want to mitigate your guilt? Hmph, I fear the Chu Clan will strip Chu Lingtian of his sword talent this time. As for you lot, wait for your sentences to be increased!"

The Royal Clan members looked grim but dared not speak.

Just then, another phantom slowly solidified; someone else had been killed out of the plot world.

Ye Jingchen seemed to have not yet recovered from the pain of his true qi reversing and his body exploding; his expression was somewhat dazed.

Suddenly, a stern, gloomy face loomed before him, making him shudder. His brain raced, and he immediately understood his situation.

"Director!" Ye Jingchen hurriedly spoke. "I have brought back intelligence regarding the target!"

Immediately, he poured out his speculations and his conversation with Wang Xuan.

He dared not hide a single detail, nor did he add any embellishments.

After listening, Ye Xianxian's expression softened slightly.

He had always taken care of the younger members of his clan. He had expected this one to be killed off just as miserably, but he hadn't expected an unexpected gain.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he patted Ye Jingchen on the shoulder.

"Not bad, an Extreme Path Point-Adding type talent... Although I don't know how much of it is true or false, it's at least enough to give the higher-ups an explanation. Being able to bring back intelligence is already quite good."

After speaking, his expression returned to normal. He quickly opened his panel and typed a line into the mission log:

"The target is now beyond our ability to contend with; the situation is untenable. Execute the final cleanup protocol and prepare for follow-up operations."

Once he finished typing, he raised his head and looked into the depths of the pure white space, his eyes deep and cold.

"Extreme Path Point-Adding... Slaughter Points..." Ye Xianxian muttered to himself, "If that's really the case, then his growth rate makes sense."