Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Bu Fang paused, his pupils constricted, and he fell silent. The voices of the Vermilion Bird and the Qilin rang out in his head. Yes, they both called him at the same time.
He frowned. ‘Why did they both call me at the same time? Is something serious about to happen?’ With a thought, he went into his spirit sea.
The hem of the Vermilion Robe snapped as Bu Fang hovered in the center of the spirit sea, looking at the enormous Qilin and Vermilion Bird in the distance. Vermilion Bird was ablaze. Fully recovered, she gave him a very different feeling. In the past, she seemed to lack spirituality, and now she was a being with blood and flesh.
“What’s the matter?” Bu Fang asked, puzzled.
A rumbling sound rang out as Qilin moved slightly. However, he did not say anything but just rolled his eyes. It was Vermilion Bird who did the talking.
“Little Host… White Tiger is in trouble,” she said, her sweet voice ringing through the air. It sounded like the gentle whisper of a woman, which was soft and kept scratching at Bu Fang’s ear.
“White Tiger is in trouble?” Bu Fang froze, then he understood what she meant. After coming out of the egg, White Tiger should have encountered some kind of trouble.
“It shouldn’t be… Although White Tiger is not in his perfect state, no one on Earth can suppress him, save those existences equivalent to high-grade God Kings…” Bu Fang said.
On Earth, a high-grade God King was about the same as a peak Immortal King. He was certain that beings of this level existed, but they should not be out in public frequently.
“I don’t know about that. White Tiger contacted me himself. As for Black Turtle and that stupid dragon… They haven’t contacted me,” said Vermilion Bird.
Bu Fang nodded, indicating that he was aware of that. ‘Looks like I need to pick up my pace. It is not so simple to let the Artifact Spirits recover completely and return to me…’
Vermilion Bird talked to Bu Fang for a while longer before falling silent. As for Qilin, he was sleeping in a corner with his eyes closed.
Bu Fang left his spirit sea. Xiao Ai was still smiling like a fool. Holding the computer, she was passionately replying to the questions posted by Internet users. As for Chief Luo, he had gone to make the necessary arrangement. Nethery and Foxy sat resting in a pile of soft snow after eating so much, while Shrimpy perched on his shoulder, spitting bubbles.
“Come… It’s time to leave this place.” Bu Fang glanced around. He had killed all the Gods and Immortals and taken back the White Tiger Heaven Stove, so there was no reason for him to stay here any longer.
The fighter jet landed not far away from them. Bu Fang did not refuse the offer to fly back with it. He stepped into the jet with Nethery and others. There was an onboard war room.
With a rumble, the fighter jet sped away and vanished in a flash.
At the secret base in Jiangdong, Bu Fang and the others returned to the command room. Many people looked at him with excitement and admiration. That somewhat confused him.
“Senior, they’re all big fans of yours now!” Xiao Ai clenched her fists excitedly. After she uploaded the video of Bu Fang’s fight to the Internet, he had become a famous figure among Internet users. Many people admired him. Since ancient times, people had always worshiped heroes, so this was not something strange.
“Senior, after going through the surveillance recordings from nearby places, we have narrowed down to one target, who we think might be the person you are looking for,” Chief Luo said when he saw Bu Fang.
Bu Fang nodded. Multiple footages appeared on the huge screen, then one of them was enlarged, showing him a figure. It was a teen who appeared to be thirteen or fourteen years old. His hair was long and white, sticking up, and he had an aggressive look on his face. If one did not look closely, they might think he was some rebellious teenager. And he did not stand out among the crowd.
“Yes, that’s him.” Bu Fang recognized the teen with just one glance. Without a doubt, the boy was White Tiger. He just did not expect that White Tiger was still a teen. But when he recalled the fellow’s egocentric attitude, it did make sense.
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“The last place where this person was seen is at… the border between India and Hua.” Chief Luo frowned.
“You mean to say… This guy could have gone to India?”
Chief Luo nodded gravely. If that was the case, the situation would be tricky to handle. If he went beyond Hua’s borders, he had to report the problems to his superior. Besides, he could not deploy the agency’s advanced fighter jets and equipment beyond the border.
Bu Fang thought about it and found it might be possible. ‘Did White Tiger get captured by some God of India? What God could pose a threat to him?’
He pondered for a while, but he could not figure out an answer. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. With hands clasped behind him, he went into an empty room. There, he pulled Garuda out of the System’s storage space.
The fellow’s wings had regenerated, and as long as his golden flames did not go off, he could always regrow them. If truth be told, it was the first time Bu Fang had ever seen such an incredible ingredient.
He asked Garuda many questions. At first, the big bird refused to talk, but after Bu Fang had read out the names of a whole bunch of dishes, he spilled the beans on what he knew. He had no choice. If he did not talk, he would be turned to those dishes.
After some time, Bu Fang threw Garuda back into the System’s storage space and walked out of the room. Chief Luo walked up to him with a serious face. “Are you really going to India, Senior?”
Bu Fang nodded. He could not leave White Tiger alone. After all, the Artifact Spirit was only a child.
“With the recovery of Earth’s spiritual energy, the Gods of India must have returned as well… You have to be extra careful when you are there, Senior,” Chief Luo paused, sighed, then went on, “We might not be able to provide much support, besides… the Indians will definitely try to stop you too.”
“Don’t worry, they pose no threat to me,” Bu Fang said lightly. He really was not worried at all. All he cared about was White Tiger and the God who captured him.
According to Garuda, three Gods could pose threats to White Tiger: Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu. Garuda was once Vishnu’s mount, but later, after he had acquired some success in his cultivation base, he became independent. Perhaps he was now regretting the decision.
There were many other Gods in India, but only these three could pose threats to White Tiger. Shiva and Vishnu should both be peak Immortal Kings. As for Brahma, he was very likely to be an Immortal King.
It was normal for existences of these levels to capture White Tiger. After all, he was not in his perfect state now, and he did not even know who Bu Fang was. To Bu Fang, he was just a child who knew nothing about the world, just like the Vermilion Bird when she first came out of the egg.
Bu Fang felt it was his duty to find them and restore them to their perfect condition.
“Since Senior has decided, I’ll go and get the car ready,” Chief Luo said.
But Bu Fang waved his hand and turned down the offer. “I’ll set off straight away,” he said. To him, modern vehicles like cars were too slow.
“Senior, I want to go with you!” Xiao Ai’s eyes lit up, and she stared at Bu Fang with an excited look.
Bu Fang glanced at her and nodded. Chief Luo did not know whether to cry or laugh. ‘Looks like Senior is going to stir things up in this trip too…’ For some reason, he thought of Garuda’s sad end.
Bu Fang left the base with Nethery and Xiao Ai. Once outside, his divine sense poured out, enveloped the two girls. Then, they shot into the sky in a flash, turned into a stream of light, and shot toward the horizon.
Chief Luo and his peers at the State Supernatural Agency were shocked when they saw this. To them, this was the means of an Immortal. “Senior is indeed an… Immortal!” Chief Luo said with mixed emotions. He remembered how he had mistaken Bu Fang as an ordinary man when they first met. At the thought of that, his face flushed.
Suddenly, the smartphone Chief Luo had clipped to his waist began to ring. He answered the call, and his expression changed.
The wind was blowing, howling like some monstrous beast, but Xiao Ai did not feel it at all. She carried a bag containing equipment such as a camera and a computer. She was going to do a live stream of Bu Fang’s activities this time. She felt that he could give people faith, which was what the world needed these days!
She looked down. Mountains were flashing by. They moved so fast that it was as though they were traveling through time. In just the blink of an eye, they passed the Himalayas.
Suddenly, Bu Fang frowned, then he stopped flying and hovered in midair.
“What’s the matter?” Nethery asked, confused.
“Someone is here to stop me,” Bu Fang said after thinking for a while.
Nethery and Xiao Ai paused, then they raised their heads and looked into the distance. Ahead of them was a vast expanse of land. They saw clouds of dust rising here and there, and heard a loud rumbling sound echoing through the air.
Tanks and armored vehicles rumbled across the plains, kicking up dust, and many cold muzzles were aiming at Bu Fang. There were red-tipped missiles as well. Rocket launchers, machine guns, and all sorts of weapons were targeting him. In addition, troops of soldiers clad in camouflage were waiting for him with guns in hands.
Xiao Ai’s expression changed in an instant. “This…”
“Looks like they are prepared.” Bu Fang’s face remained unchanged. He narrowed his eyes, looked to the rear of those troops, and saw a huge illusive figure crouching there. It was a God riding on the back of a divine elephant. Locked in a strange posture, the God was looking at him as well.
“Why do the Gods of India still rely on the military power of mortals?” Nethery, standing at Bu Fang’s side, said and pursed her lips.
“Senior must not underestimate military power. As Earth’s spiritual energy recovers, today’s military power has transformed. It now has the ability to suppress Gods and Immortals. Besides, once these weapons are fired, they are likely to cause global unrest…”
Xiao Ai’s face was pale. She even forgot that the camera in her hand was live streaming. Someone on the Internet had claimed that the previous video she uploaded was fake, so she decided to live stream this time to give those people a slap in the face. However, she was beginning to regret the decision.
“It doesn’t matter… I will bring the boy back. No matter how many people come to stop me, the result will be the same,” Bu Fang said mildly. He glanced at the illusive God and twitched the corner of his mouth. Then, he turned to Nethery, shook his hand, took out a honeyed grill roc wing, and gave it to her.
“By the time you finish the wing, I should be almost done with them,” Bu Fang said.
Nethery pursed her lips and took the grilled wing. Meanwhile, Foxy and Shrimpy, who were lying on Bu Fang’s shoulders, jumped over to her shoulders at the same time.
Xiao Ai was stunned. ‘Senior is truly… Senior. He’s still as aggressive as before! Is he going to wipe out an entire army this time?!’
Bu Fang turned around. The wind was blowing at him, causing his Vermilion Robe to flap noisily and his long hair to wave messily. “I don’t care what God you are. If you refuse to give me the White Tiger, I will kill you all.” His indifferent voice echoed out. The next moment, he clasped his hands behind him and took a step forward.
As he took his first step, the troops on the distant plain opened fire at the command of their general. Cannons, rockets, grenades, and all kinds of shells were fired from tanks, armored vehicles, and machine guns. Even as Bu Fang walked across the plain, they arced across the sky, trailing flames and smoke as they rained down at him.
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