Fishing in Troubled Waters

The moment Angron appeared, all sound in the arena vanished, and in the next instant, a roar more intense than ever before erupted.

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

"Angron!"

The heavy iron gate opened, Angron stepped out.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Struggle, pain, anger.

Han Mingxuan sat in the stands, and he could sense Angron's condition.

His soul is weary; he is being corrupted.

Even at the moment he appeared, a faint red hue began to appear in the sky above the entire dueling arena.

That's the color of blood.

After arriving on this Planet, Han Mingxuan began to truly utilize some of the abilities displayed by his soul projection.

Now it's his turn to stir things up.

A clear mind is free from worldly disturbances; a tranquil spirit brings true freedom.

[A tranquil mind finds peace and solitude, quiet contemplation dispels worries and anxieties]

Han Mingxuan's voice was calm and sincere, reaching deep into Angron's consciousness.

At the same time, Angron also noticed the sound.

It's very peculiar.

This voice eased his inner turmoil and lessened his pain considerably.

He soon discovered Han Mingxuan's presence.

With his abilities, he could quickly spot those special individuals in the crowd.

Take Han Mingxuan for example.

In Angron's eyes, Han Mingxuan wasn't just standing there.

He was surrounded by golden phantoms, and at the same time, there was a blue light with a golden glow in his eyes.

That touch of blue gave him a sense of peace and Order he had never experienced before.

This is very rare.

Or rather, people like Han Mingxuan shouldn't exist on this Planet at all.

At the same time, what shocked Angron even more was the woman beside him.

He could sense the other person's soul, but he couldn't detect even the slightest tendency for that soul to dissipate outwards.

The soul is as steadfast as a rock.

But from the moment Angron was born on this Planet, he could see that the souls of everyone on this Planet were unstable.

Their souls would overflow with each of their madness, eventually disappearing into the sky.

On this Planet, this man and woman are simply outcasts.

[Remember these sentences. You don't need to understand their meaning; just remember them. When you feel troubled, recite them a couple of times.]

Upon hearing these words, Angron's pupils contracted; at this moment, he was completely certain.

The source of that voice in his heart was the man in the stands.

Filled with doubt, Angron began his gladiatorial match for the day.

"Look, you two, look at my warrior, Angron!"

"How swift, mighty, domineering, and Frenzy he is!"

"In this arena, he is the King of the Arena, and I am the god who rules over him!"

"You can tell he's in really good shape."

[This pathetic insect wants you, a Rogue Trader, to name a high price.]

It was Jia's voice.

Tsk tsk tsk.

That's crazy.

They even dare to sell the Blood God's pre-selected appointment?

Wrong.

There's a problem.

Who says the Blood God's pre-selected appointments can't be sold?

You can't sell the roles assigned to your own deity, but you can sell the roles assigned to other deities however you want.

Interesting.

[Jia, I need all his information.]

[Hold on.]

Three seconds later, Jia gave her answer.

Based on my assessment, this guy is a follower of Tzeentch.

Wow.

That's really something.

[The local aristocracy, the native inhabitants, clearly began their preparations long ago.]

Tsk tsk tsk.

As expected of you, the Lord of Changes, you can always find a way to interfere in everything.

You initially invested in Huang Laohan, only to find out he was a deadbeat, and then started causing trouble, right?

[Could we get him one of those little gadgets from Trazyn?]

[Mindshackle Scarab?]

[Right.]

[It's possible, but that would alert the enemy.]

[I call this taking advantage of the chaos. Remember what you said? Those at the top of the food chain only need to be hunted.]

Jia looked at Han Mingxuan with some surprise.

She never expected this Schoolteacher to have such... such great drive.

But... that's good!

Of course, no problem.

"Thank you for your special hospitality today, Sir Knight."

After the match, Han Mingxuan politely shook hands with his opponent.

A tiny mechanical insect silently entered the other person's clothes.

At the same time, the various security measures attached to Han Mingxuan began to sound alarms.

[An Warp Psychic Power Psychic Power has been detected.]

Hehe.

We really thought of the same thing.

Receive.

Deep within Han Mingxuan's consciousness, the book slowly opened, turning to a blank page.

Immediately afterwards, the previously dim blue light was directly absorbed into the book.

Then, on the original blank sheet of paper, a vivid blue shadow appeared, its body constantly changing.

Tzeentch.

Indeed, having ability is very useful; it allows one to soar like a dragon.

"What's wrong, Sir Knight? You seem to be spacing out."

"Haha, it's nothing, it's just that Angron's performance today was so amazing that I can't forget it for a while."

"Haha, that's absolutely right, a stunning performance is always unforgettable."

"Yes, that's right. Then I won't bother you any longer. I hope you have a pleasant stay in Nuceria."

Yes, it will.

Kairas left the two of them there and departed alone, while Han Mingxuan knew what he was planning.

He just wanted to trick them, but his plan is going to fail.

The two left the arena and disappeared without a trace around the corner; Kairas's backup plan never caught up with them.

"This follower of Tzeentch doesn't seem like a smart person at all. It's strange how he was chosen by Tzeentch."

"Sometimes Schemer doesn't need overly clever pawns; what he needs is a clown who can create an effect."

That's why they say Necrons are all old monsters; Jia's words hit the nail on the head.

"Let's go too. I reckon what I did in the arena has left a deep impression on our main actors."

Han Mingxuan deliberately staged this scene in the arena to relieve the pressure on Mortarion.

The two arrived at the place Kairas had prepared for them to stay, which was a manor.

It's a classic Gothic building, but its color scheme, like the universe itself, evokes a sense of oppression and unease.

"Hello, sir. I am the butler specially assigned to you by the master."

"Okay, please thank Tzeentch for me."

"Sir, you're joking. What are you saying? I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand; your big boss does."

"Tell him while you're at it that I have a self-portrait of him here; it's incredibly lifelike and very expressive."

"If your husband is interested, you can have him come and take a look. Let's schedule a time, around 9 pm."