CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 237 YANG WUDI, SUDDEN CHANGE IN THE SNOWY MOUNTAIN

The river was wide, and the bridges crisscrossed.

Vehicles came and went, traversing through, the distant city seeming as if it had sprung from the rivers.

Tall buildings stood densely, floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the twilight glow of the setting sun.

Occasionally, personal helicopters could be seen landing on the tops of select skyscrapers, and the neon lights of major corporate towers were particularly eye-catching.

"Suo Jia City...."

Cao Tong and his group were silently amazed, feeling as if this place was worlds apart from Pula City.

One side was the backward old era of technology, the other was the bustling modernity akin to Chi Country’s metropolises.

"Suo Jia City’s location is unique, with numerous corporate conglomerates, many gangs, and a mixed crowd."

"Many from small countries also come here for work...."

The black business car crossed the bridge and entered the city.

The military’s He Jian explained again briefly; Chen Feng put down the phone after sending a message and looked out the window.

The bustling city was full of cars and motorcycles coming and going.

At the higher terrain in the middle, neon signs flickered continuously among the crowded tall buildings, trying to attract more passersby.

The ground under the floor-to-ceiling windows was flat, and people moved about like shadows, mostly well-dressed in suits and trench coats, as if they were elite here.

Shifting his gaze slightly, he looked down the slope, seeing many old concrete houses at the edges outside the skyscrapers.

Intersecting cables stretched across mid-air, and clothes hung out to dry were visible outside the windows.

The roads occasionally had potholes, with various gambling dens and card rooms lined up on the first and second floors on either side of the concrete houses. Many tattooed youths squatted or stood at the street corners, smoking, bragging, or even pursuing people in the street, kicking them over to beat them.

A very contradictory scene, yet inexplicably real.

Among them were several thugs with shark tattoos riding motorcycles, brushing past their vehicle, carrying sticks and clashing with another group.

"Get him!"

"How dare you touch our gang’s territory?"

The noisy sounds came through the car windows, as the translator automatically filtered and translated.

Yao Wei, who followed all the way, felt a bit dazed; he thought if he hadn’t met Brother Ting Xiao and the others, his life might have turned out like this.

"Almost there."

Noticing the temporary silence among everyone, He Jian said with a smile, driving the vehicle away from the edge of the concrete buildings toward the bustling metropolitan area.

Under a tall building called Tai Luo Hotel, Chen Feng saw several black-haired, black-eyed people from the Red Country Military.

All wearing casual outfits of bulletproof jackets, with bulging waists and a robust appearance.

Additionally, there was an elderly figure in this place, dressed in thick ancient robes, with eyes like a hawk, slender face, and hands hanging down.

Click!

The vehicle stopped, and everyone got out.

"Master Chen."

Respectful greetings sounded one after another, and Chen Feng nodded in acknowledgment, then looked toward the elderly figure smiling and waiting quietly.

"Master Pei, hard work."

The man was naturally Flying Eagle Master, Pei Pokong.

These days of communication had already let Chen Feng set aside the discord from the Huai River battle, at least not showing a too cold attitude.

"Haha, not hard work, just like traveling."

Pei Pokong said with a smile, how could he dare say it was hard work.

After all, he was in the wrong back then; although Chen Feng didn’t hold a grudge, he had to be discerning.

Afterward, with introductions by Chen Feng, the other party and Zhou Wuren each exchanged greetings, getting acquainted.

The group then entered the hotel, where Pei Pokong and two disciples were also present, responsible for handling trivial matters and had booked the rooms.

Soon, amidst the noise of walking and closing doors, Pei Pokong revealed the latest situation to the military group.

"This Devil Moon’s illusion technique is somewhat elusive, and everyone who has interacted with her has no recollection."

"She probably went to see the Shark Gang again today; given her personality, I suspect she has already planted an illusion seed with them, possibly leaving in a day or two...."

Pei Pokong said, making Zhou Wuren furrow his brows slightly.

"An illusion seed, that seems rather troublesome."

He had also heard about an Illusion Sound Sect traitor before, but didn’t expect they would join the Divine Martial Alliance and reach this stage.

"What is an illusion seed?" the military personnel curiously asked.

"It’s a technique of Martial Arts True Skill, allowing a suggestion to be left in someone’s mental consciousness, akin to hypnosis."

"Moreover, to a certain extent, it can also control others."

Zhou Wuren explained, having dealt with the Illusion Sound Sect and was somewhat knowledgeable about these techniques.

If not, he wouldn’t have come proactively.

Zhao Tingxiao and others felt a bit startled hearing this, having never interacted with illusionary True Skill before and didn’t anticipate it being so eerie.

"It’s not so mythical; illusion seeds are not impossible to break, provided the person affected has a strong enough spirit to resist."

"But the key is, this Devil Moon walks the path of Divine Martial and surely has integrated the Divine Power Crystal of Crow of the Dead, which makes me suspect her illusion seed isn’t so simple."

Pei Pokong interrupted, and Zhou Wuren nodded in agreement.

The military personnel felt somewhat troubled upon hearing this, after all, this wasn’t Chi Country, without the Heavenly Eye, and was hard to track.

"Why not wait and catch her off guard?"

Pei Pokong suggested, looking at Chen Feng.

"After all, she came here to board a ship leaving Suluo and avoid the unrest."

"Having had contact with the Shark Gang, she should appear again."

Everyone pondered upon hearing this.

"Not wise."

Zhou Wuren shook his head.

"Master Pei, the Divine Martial Alliance people are all very cunning. This Devil Moon dared let you track her, meaning she is confident."

"I suspect, the Shark Gang might just be her bait, and she actually has another way out..."

Chen Feng also nodded upon hearing this.