Returning to the Mysterious Era-Chapter 342 - A Pair Of Sisters

It was July 25, Year 156 of the Hongli Federation Calendar, two days after that battle.

The interior and exterior of Shuiyun Hall, which had been the main battlefield, had been repaired and looked no different from before the fight. However, the street where the pavilion was located had suffered severe damage. Streetlights, benches, roadside trees, buildings, and pavement were at least thirty percent destroyed.

The battle had naturally attracted the attention of Fengnan City authorities. However, they only dispatched some police officers to investigate and did not make contact with Ace of Spades. Cassius wasn't surprised; the Hongli Federation government always seemed to hold the same attitude towards supernatural events. As long as they didn't cause mass casualties, they wouldn't pursue it. Economic losses could be compensated with money.

This passive and powerless response seemed weak and lacked assertiveness. Perhaps the power of the Black Ops Agency was insufficient to stand against the entire supernatural world of the Federation. Or maybe the Black Ops Agency had most of its attention on some powerful organizations, making it difficult to focus on other matters.

At nine in the morning, at Shuiyun Hall...

Clouds floated gently like wisps of cotton in the azure sky. Golden sunlight streamed through the gaps, forming beams of bright yellow that illuminated the treetops and making the ornamental trees appear even more verdant. The tiles of the buildings reflected the sunlight as white doves flew over their rooftops.

A group of people were sweating profusely in a temporary training room in a building on the right side of the pavilion. White towels were hanging around their necks and their muscular upper bodies were bare. Some were vigorously and loudly working out with fitness equipment. Others moved their bodies, continuously punching sandbags in boxing stances. Some faced each other, fist against fist, elbow against elbow.

Golden sunlight shone in through the windows, outlining bright yellow rectangles on the floor. The training room was full of vitality and enthusiasm. It looked like an ordinary gym where fitness enthusiasts were working out. However, upon closer inspection, these people all seemed to be high-ranking members of Ace of Spades. They were usually dressed in suits, but were now wearing sports attire as they kept punching.

One old man among them was also shirtless like the others. Unlike a typical seventy or eighty-year-old, his body was surprisingly sturdy and powerful, with well-defined muscles. At this moment, he was in a boxing stance, constantly moving and hopping sideways agilely, arm muscles trembling as he punched.

Bang bang bang bang!

Each punch sent the half-human-sized sandbag swinging backward. His strength was considerable, causing the frame holding the sandbag to creak.

Bang!

The old man let his hands fall and turned around. It was none other than the former assassination department member, Jack of Spades, Gentleman.

When Cassius first met him, he was squinting sleepily, his whole body exuding fatigue and decay, like an old tree with a rotten core. Now, he looked nothing like he did a few months ago.

Gentleman was now clearly energetic, his eyes wide open and bright. The wrinkles on his face had significantly diminished, the age spots were gone, and his short hair was stiff. It was as if he had become ten or twenty years younger.

"Phew, that was satisfying. These old bones haven't felt this strong in a long time! It's been ages since I've sweated like this..." Gentleman exhaled a breath of hot air, took the towel from his shoulder, and wiped his face. He couldn't help but strike a pose when he saw his clearly defined biceps.

This change had only taken four days. It was so unbelievably fast. All of this had been brought about by Master Wind Elephant.

Two days ago, Master Wind Elephant seemed to be in a good mood and gave all the high-ranking members of Ace of Spades a reward. It was something called ‘life vibration energy’.

It felt like a warm current that coursed through and nourished his body. When they practiced their Covert Martial Arts in that state, the effects were astonishing. Their physical condition in the morning and afternoon was almost like two different people. After two nights of sleep, the changes were tremendous.

Even Gentleman's loose, flabby elderly body quickly became firm. He returned quickly to the state of a middle-aged man, and was even able to move like a novice hobbyist.

Meanwhile, White Bird and Red Fang from the assassination department quickly ballooned into muscular hulks. Of course, it wasn't too exaggerated, just like average strong men. Their physical fitness and mental state had significantly improved. There were noticeable changes in their speed, strength, and reflexes.

The two were sparring at the moment. The punches made loud bangs, similar to the sound when Gentleman was hammering the sandbag earlier, as they landed on each other’s bodies. However, they seemed unfazed.

The Gentleman glanced to his right. Purple had shed her image of a delicate girl. She was dressed in a tight training outfit and whaled on a sandbag, making the frame sway back and forth. Her muscles were lean and powerful, like a fierce female leopard exuding a ferocious aura.

"I hope this little girl doesn't become bulkier like White Bird and Red Fang. Her current figure and physique are actually quite good..."

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Elsewhere, King of Clubs and Psychokinesis Master Ray had been discharged from the infirmary.

King of Clubs had lost an arm during the battle while Psychokinesis Master Ray's chest had been caved in. Only two of his ten fingers had been intact. Yet, these severe injuries had been quietly healed.

King of Clubs grew a new arm, and Ray's ten fingers were intact. They didn't know how it had happened, only that it had been done by Master Wind Elephant. Therefore, those who already worshipped him worshipped him even more; those who didn't, now did.

Cassius had placed a cushioned chair next to a small table on a crescent-shaped balcony on the fourth floor of Shuiyun Hall. A cup of tea and a palm-sized book was on the table. After going around in circles, the Book of the Devil was back in his hands. One could only say it was fate.

Without the Rune of Wisdom, the Blood Spirit Society didn't know that the Kupan Demon Box contained an even more wonderful book. They were merely using the magic box as a tool, squandering a treasure.

Cassius took a sip of tea, facing the sunlight. His gaze moved away from the Book of the Devil. He couldn't use it for now. He didn’t have enough essence of calamity in the Rune of Wisdom. Moreover, even if he had enough, Cassius would choose to use the Blood of the Spirit first.

Under normal circumstances, using the Book of the Devil was his second choice.

He was currently pondering over the Shadow Demon. Cassius had been acting according to his original hypothesis for the last few days. He used the Golem's life magnetic field to assimilate with the Shadow Demon's life magnetic field.

Occasionally, he also tried enveloping the shivering Shadow Demon with his Qi to see which color of Qi it least resisted. In the end, as expected, it was the Red Falcon Qi.

Now, after slaughtering a bunch of Blood Spirit Society members, he had more life vibration energy in his pocket. Perhaps he could try to accelerate refining the Shadow Demon into his second avatar.

Hum hum hum...

The entire spacious balcony was quickly enveloped in a hazy glow, isolating it from the outside world. Leaves from nearby tall trees blown in by the wind would drop as if hitting a barrier when they reached the balcony.

Magnetic field, aura, and Qi mixed and resonated with each other. The assimilation of the Shadow Demon's life magnetic field rapidly increased. By the time the glow faded, two-thirds of its frequency had been assimilated.

"It should take about two or three more days..." Cassius drained the tea on the table, stood up slowly, and glanced at the plaza under the noon sunlight. "The Two Jokers should have arrived. All the high-ranking members have prepared a lavish feast for them... I suppose they will be very touched."

At 11:30 a.m., a ten-meter-long redwood square table was neatly arranged in the central dining hall of Shuiyun Hall with white cloth chairs on both sides. Flower vases, plates, knives, and forks were placed beside dishes that were rich in color, aroma, and taste. The air was filled with the mellow scent of oil and fat.

All the attendants had left after setting the table. Only the high-ranking members of the organization remained in the dining hall. They solemnly sat side by side, all dressed in black suits and their gloves. The air was somewhat stagnant as they waited for the guests to arrive.

Five minutes later, the dining hall door was slowly pushed open and two figures in black robes walked in. The robes were wide, enveloping their forms. Both were also wearing masks.

One gold, one silver. They looked quite mysterious.

"Thank you all for your hard work." The figure with the silver mask spoke. Their voice was hoarse and strange with an odd mechanical quality. It was impossible to tell whether the speaker was male or female.

"After this battle in Fengnan City, Duststorm can be said to be completely annihilated! The fourth-ranked Gun King, the third-ranked Swordsman, and the second-ranked Warhammer have all been eliminated. Over a hundred elite gunners are either dead or captured. I heard that even the bio-human troops were dealt with—well done. The entire underground world of Beiliu County will be ours from now on. There's even hope to expand beyond the county..." The gold-masked figure also began to speak in a mechanical voice.

However, one could hear the emotional fluctuations in their voice. Obviously, defeating Duststorm was also a joyous event for the two leaders of Ace of Spades. It held great significance.

"Please, both of you, have a seat..." White Bird, who was closest, suddenly stood up and extended his hand.

"Alright," Red Joker and Black Joker responded, sitting down one after another.

Perhaps due to their emotions, they didn't notice the change in White Bird's tone. Usually, they would be addressed as "two lords" not "both of you."

The silver-masked figure looked at the only person at the table who wasn't from Ace of Spades. It was the external aid he had invited, Ray, one of the five A-rank members of the Psychokinesis Association.

"Mister Ray, thank you for your help in dealing with those damned bio-humans. Otherwise, victory might have been uncertain... You also took care of those top-ranked assassins from Duststorm, right? I extend my gratitude to the Psychokinesis Association."

"A toast to you." Black Joker stood up, one hand holding the mask, the other picking up a wine glass, and took a sip. Bright, full red lips flashed briefly.

They put down the wine glass but saw that Psychokinesis Master Ray had not stood up. Instead, he lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, his eyes glancing subtly at the row of high-ranking members opposite. He had an embarrassed smile on his face.

People from the Psychokinesis Association are indeed arrogant. Neo-humans really don't give anyone face.

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Black Joker was somewhat angry but didn't erupt. After all, it's normal for capable people to be a bit proud. They had heard that Ray was as arrogant as a lone wolf. Their gaze shifted slightly beneath the mask. Black Joker suddenly noticed that the dozen or so high-ranking members before him seemed somewhat different from before.

Well, how to put it? They had become taller and more muscular.

Their vitality was abundant. Even Gentleman, who used to doze off frequently, now had bright eyes. There was something in those eyes that inexplicably made one's heart tremble.

Black Joker’s gaze quickly swept over them and finally landed on a somewhat unfamiliar figure. It was an extraordinarily handsome blond young man who was looking over with a faint smile. The young man had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Since when was there such a handsome man among the high-ranking members?" Black Joker's heart was filled with doubt. His appearance alone gave him a kind of appealing charm.

They hesitated for a moment and then said while everyone's eyes were still on them. "Who is that last person on the left?"

"Oh, that's Master Wind Elephant," White Bird smiled, his tone carrying an admiration he hadn't even noticed.

"Master... Wind Elephant???" Black Joker repeated.

"Yes, Master Wind Elephant. He is our master, and soon, your master as well..." White Bird smiled slightly, his expression inexplicably eerie.

At the same time, all the dozen or so high-ranking members present stared at Red Joker and Black Joker like a pack of wolves. Over twenty pupils contained undisguisable fanaticism.

The air suddenly solidified, making it hard to breathe. Their gazes pierced through the cloaks like needles. Everyone seemed to be under some kind of mind control. Their mental state was extraordinarily excited.

It seemed that just mentioning Cassius made them extremely agitated. They were like cult members mentioning their holy spirit.

"You... you all!!!" Red Joker and Black Joker instantly sensed something was wrong. They both stood up abruptly from their seats. Just as they were about to step away, they suddenly felt a heavy pressure on their shoulders.

The invisible hand slowly forced the two back into their seats. The immense force was irresistible.

Black Joker turned and saw Psychokinesis Master Ray holding a hand up. He was pressing down in their direction, a cold expression on his face. It seemed that if Red Joker and Black Joker didn't get the hint, they would be crushed by psychokinesis.

"Alright, Ray, don't be so rude. It's not good to scare our future companions. Put it away." A deep, magnetic voice sounded as the blond young man slowly stood up.

"Yes." Ray bowed humbly. He no longer looked like a proud lone wolf but more like a domesticated dog. He had been completely tamed by his master.

Tap tap tap...

Footsteps circled around the dining table and arrived behind Red Joker and Black Joker's seats. Two hands grabbed their cloaks, along with the masks, and gently pulled up. Suddenly, brilliant golden and silver hair flowed out, carrying a floral scent. The curvaceous figures of two mature women were exposed, their fair necks like swans.

"So, Red Joker and Black Joker are actually a pair of sisters..."