Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Night rain.

It kept gliding past the car window like a silk thread.

A silver-white sedan can be seen in the side mirror of the black Maybach.

They are following closely, showing no intention of giving up.

"Son, that bend ahead, yes, right at the traffic light, is a chance to shake him off!" Chu Tianjiao excitedly patted the dashboard, where red and blue neon lights were flashing.

Chu Zihang also noticed the silver-white sedan in the rearview mirror. He jerked the steering wheel and gritted his teeth, saying, "Understood!"

Just now, the car following behind was a black sedan, but that was for section A.

The tracking task has now been handed over to Zhou's skilled driver on section B.

Brakes, gear shift, the black Maybach drifts smoothly at the traffic light.

The sturdy tires, rubbing against the black asphalt road, should have been emitting white smoke.

Chu Tianjiao kept his head down, the flame from the lighter flickering in front of his blue hair.

Chu Tianjiao took a puff of his cigarette, reached out and pressed a button on the car door, slightly lowering one side of the window.

The swirling smoke was instantly swept away by the raging torrent outside the vehicle.

Amidst the raging torrents of rain, a father and son endured seventy-two hours of terror...

Within the alchemical subspace.

Ying Zheng placed his hand on Jiang Cheng's neck.

At this moment, the wound on Jiang Cheng's neck had already formed a silvery-white scab.

Jiang Cheng, somewhat puzzled by Ying Zheng's sudden action, asked:

"Sir, what is this?"

“I’ll give it a try. Although I haven’t used life creation techniques much, theoretically, it should be fine,” Ying Zheng said. “Alchemy – Life Creation!”

Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat: "Oh? Alchemy?"

Jiang Cheng: "Is there anything I need to be careful about? This is my first time receiving Western alchemical treatment."

"It's okay, it's my first time too," Ying said calmly.

Jiang Cheng: "..."

As Ying Zheng finished speaking, a green halo instantly bloomed at the wound on Jiang Cheng's neck!

The silvery-white scabs on that snow-white skin instantly fell off and landed on the bottom surface inside the alchemical subspace.

Ying Zheng withdrew his hand, silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's over. There shouldn't be any problems. Try twisting your neck."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng wrinkled his nose. "Oh? So fast?"

After saying that, Jiang Cheng slightly twisted his neck, and the bones in the gap between his neck vertebrae rubbed against each other, making a soft sound.

"Yes, I'm mostly healed." Jiang Cheng gently rubbed his neck, stood up, and stumbled.

However, he quickly regained his balance. The horse stance he had practiced since childhood had not been in vain, and his lower body was quite stable.

Jiang Cheng cupped his hands to Ying Zheng and said, "Thank you for your help. I will definitely visit you to express my gratitude when I have the opportunity in the future!"

"Forget about those, they're all worldly dregs." Ying Zheng waved his hand. "You're practically free to move around now, where do you need to go?"

Jiang Cheng's eyes darted back and forth in their sockets, and after a moment's thought, he said, "If possible, the Century Center Trade Plaza would be the best place."

There are members of our Jiang family on duty there.

“Okay.” Ying Zheng nodded and his consciousness spread outwards towards the outside of the alchemical subspace. “Let me look for it.”

Century Center Trade Plaza.

Inside a narrow alley.

Space was distorted, and a black spatial vortex appeared out of thin air in the alley.

On both sides of the wall, coincidentally, were small advertisements that looked like plasters.

"Longer and more durable!"

"Seeking a son with a large reward!"

"CPdd, sincerity for sincerity!"

Such eye-catching advertising slogans.

"That's enough for now, thank you!" Jiang Cheng said, bowing to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng nodded. "I'll let you know if anything happens."

After saying that, Ying Zheng's left eye transformed into a black vortex, distorting space, and he disappeared from the spot.

Jiang Cheng looked at the spot where Ying Zheng had just stood, staring at the now empty alley, and murmured:

"He really is an extraordinary person."

The raindrops refracted a hazy glow in the neon lights.

Jiang Cheng stood deep in the alley, staring blankly at the spot where Ying Zheng had disappeared.

The advertisement on the wall that offered "high reward for a child" blurred in the rain, and the red ink flowed along the cracks in the bricks, much like the bloodstains seeping from the shell of a black king egg.

He subconsciously touched his neck, where the warm sensation from the alchemical healing still lingered, as if something was wriggling under his skin.

“Something’s not right…” Jiang Cheng’s golden eyes suddenly turned dark purple.

He felt tiny bronze particles flowing in his veins, and those particles, in rhythm with his heartbeat, outlined an unfamiliar alchemical matrix within his body.

As the first raindrop landed on his eyelashes, the bugle call of the Battle of Muye suddenly rang in his ears—an echo of memories etched into the blood of the Jiang family, the secret deal between Jiang Ziya and the Dragon King Norton, hidden behind a black veil.

At the same time, the LED screen in Century Center Trade Plaza suddenly started flashing.

The advertisement that was originally playing was distorted into a mural of the Bronze City, and the outline of the black royal egg could be vaguely seen among the tangled bronze branches.

Passersby seemed oblivious to this strange change, continuing to hurry past with their umbrellas in hand.

Walking in the rain, the umbrella is like a boat rowing upside down across the sky.

Jiang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw the bronze branches on the big screen growing, with the faces of the Jiang family hanging at the end of each branch.

When the image froze on the portrait of Jiang Ziya, he felt the wound on his neck suddenly burn—it wasn't the warmth after healing, but the mark left by alchemy!

"So that's how it is..." Jiang Cheng reached for the jade pendant at his waist, only to find that it had shattered at some point.

The fragments reassembled in his palm, transforming into the shape of a bronze key. Tiny cuneiform characters were engraved on the key's teeth, the very same sealing runes found on the Black King's eggshell.

The rain is getting heavier.

Jiang Cheng turned and walked into the depths of the alley. His shadow stretched and distorted on the damp wall, like a swimming dragon.

As his footsteps faded into the rain, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared at the alley entrance—it was the silver sedan that had been following the Maybach!

Inside the car, the Zhou family's driver was staring at the red dots on the navigation system. These red dots on the map on the display screen were marked by Zhou Mingrui, who was sitting in the secret room, for the Zhou family members.

As they approached Jiang Cheng himself.

The previously calm display screen inside the car suddenly started malfunctioning.

The image on the navigation screen distorted into the shape of a bronze tree, with every branch pulsating as if it were alive.

"Damn it!" the driver of the silver sedan complained, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. "The signal's been jammed!"

He picked up the black pager hanging from his chest, brought it to his mouth, and urgently called out, "Reporting to the patriarch! My car monitor is being jammed, and Jiang Cheng is nearby!"

"Hello? Patriarch, can you hear me?"

In the silver-white sedan, the woman with golden curly hair in the passenger seat revealed a strange smile.

Her golden eyes gleamed in the darkness as she toyed with a gilded ring in her hand.

"No need to chase him anymore, Jiang Cheng is already involved."

The windshield wipers swung rhythmically, slicing through the rain on the windshield.

The woman gazed in the direction of the Century Center Trade Plaza and murmured softly:

"The game of the Battle of Muye is finally coming to an end..."

Meanwhile, in the parking lot on the third basement level of the plaza, the black Maybach had already left behind the Zhou family drivers who were chasing after it.

Chu Zihang is parking his Maybach in the VIP parking space.

Chu Tianjiao, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted at the rearview mirror:

"Son, did you notice that silver car just now?"

Chu Zihang nodded, raindrops dripping from his hair.

"I followed them from section A, but they disappeared at the traffic lights."

“They didn’t disappear,” Chu Tianjiao exhaled a smoke ring. “Someone helped us lure them away.”

"who?"

“An old friend.” Chu Tianjiao stubbed out his cigarette, opened the car door, and said, “Let’s go, it’s time to see our 'ally.’”

The sound of rain drowned out their footsteps.

Deep inside the parking lot, a rusty iron gate slowly opened, and the figure standing behind it made Chu Zihang's pupils shrink slightly—it was Jiang Cheng!

Jiang Cheng had already shaken off the silver-white driver and returned to the Jiang family's industrial area in the Century Center Trade Plaza.

"Welcome to Bronze City." Jiang Cheng's voice was slow and refined; under Ying Zheng's treatment, he was recovering quickly. "Or rather, welcome back to the battlefield of Muye three thousand years ago."

Chu Zihang saw Jiang Cheng again and thought to himself, "Isn't this the guy who was injured at the Zhou family's house just now? How come his wound healed so quickly? Why did Father pretend not to know him just now?"

The iron gate slammed shut behind them.

Chu Zihang felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tilt, and the cement surface of the surrounding walls peeled away, revealing the bronze casting patterns underneath.

The patterns glowed faintly in the darkness, outlining a vast star map.

“This is…” Chu Zihang’s golden eyes lit up.

"The other side of the Investiture of the Gods," Chu Tianjiao's voice suddenly became unfamiliar, "or rather, the incubation chamber of the Black King's egg."

Jiang Cheng raised the bronze key in his hand, and the runes on the key's teeth began to glow:

"Chu Tianjiao, did you bring the Black King's Egg?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Tianjiao shrugged helplessly and said:

"No, the Black King's Egg was stolen by an S-level executor named Ye Jingchen from Kassel College."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng frowned on his left eyebrow and asked in confusion, "Stolen?"

Chu Tianjiao exhaled a puff of smoke. "Yes, he stole it. His combat strength is very high; I am no match for him."

"How tall?" Jiang Cheng asked, flipping through the database on his tablet, searching for Ye Jingchen. The Zhou family had an independent artificial intelligence named "Heavenly Book".

Chu Tianjiao rolled his eyes, then, unusually serious, said, "The third or fourth floor is that high."

Looking at the video about Ye Jingchen and the related analysis in the AI ​​Heavenly Book displayed on the tablet, Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "Hmm... it's not an exaggeration after all."

Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao, father and son, followed behind Jiang Cheng.

As you walk deeper into the corridor, cylindrical glass containers are displayed on both sides, filled with a light green nutrient liquid. Many shriveled dragon-blooded creatures are soaking in these containers.

There are deformed sub-dragon species.

More often than not, there are Deadpools: snake-man Deadpool, bat-winged Deadpool, half-lizardman Deadpool...

As the three were walking, an alarm suddenly went off in the corridor, and the red alarm lights on the walls lit up.

A piercing alarm also sounded in the underground parking lot.

Jiang Cheng's fingers swiftly swiped across the tablet, bringing up the surveillance footage. On the tablet screen, a silver sedan was seen crashing through the railing and driving into the underground.

Inside the car, in the passenger seat, a woman's golden eyes burned in the darkness as she toyed with a gilded ring on her hand.

"It's our turn to make a move!"

Airport, restroom.

Ying Zheng raised his hand, removed the tattered white mask, and casually tossed it into the trash can.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ye Jingchen murmured:

"The quality of this mask is still a bit poor; it can't even stop bullets."

White Mask: "..."

He took off his Fire Cloud Robe, a black fabric with fiery red cloud patterns on the edges, which looked quite high-quality.

Seeing that the Fire Cloud Robe was not badly damaged, Ye Jingchen quietly stored it into the subspace of alchemy.

He tugged at the collar of his black shirt, fastened the top button, and walked out of the restroom.

Just then, a group of men wearing sunglasses and black suits walked towards them.

He reached out and blocked Ye Jingchen's path.

"The Zhou family? The Jiang family? The Gattuso family? Or Kassel College..." Ye Jingchen pondered in his mind, then glanced at the burly man at the front, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it?"

The big guy pulled a photo out of his pocket. The person in the photo was none other than Ying Zheng, wearing a white mask and a fiery cloud robe!

The burly man pushed up his sunglasses, pointed at the photo, and said with his nostrils pointing at Ye Jingchen, "Hey, this guy is called Ying Zheng, the leader of the Abandoned Clan. Did you see him here just now?"

Upon hearing the large man's question, Ye Jingchen remained calm and composed, replying:

"What does your search for Ying Zheng have to do with me, Ye Jingchen?"

Big Guy: "..."

"Okay, sorry to bother you!"

After saying that, the big guy waved his right hand, turned to his companions behind him, and said, "Guys, let's go, let's go to the next place to look!"

Ye Jingchen watched the group of men in black suits, who looked like bodyguards, hurriedly leave, and muttered to himself, "Judging from their angry demeanor, they must be from the Zhou family."

As he spoke, Ye Jingchen put a baseball cap on his head.

He pulled his hat down low to cover his eyes.

I silently walked toward the security checkpoint, where a long queue stretched out.

The line was very long, with one person after another.

Ye Jingchen heard the commotion ahead—

"Make way! We're from the Zhou family. We're sealing off the airport! We're looking for someone!"

Ye Jingchen took out his phone, checked his flight information, and muttered, "This is bad! I'm afraid I'll miss this flight!"

A voice suddenly came from behind, fluent in Mandarin, but with a slight, lingering nasal tone:

"Oh? Dude, what time is your flight?"

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Jingchen's pupils contracted, and he whirled around...