Chapter 952 - 356: Hello, My Name Is Fang Qingyu! (Part 2)

Chu Kuanglan looked at the table full of desserts and exaggeratedly swallowed: "Wow, Sister Jiang, are you planning to eat all the desserts of your lifetime?"

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

They also sat down at the table.

A few people took their seats.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze shifted to Wei Banmeng, and the smile on his face faded: "Is everything ready?"

Wei Banmeng’s expression became serious, immediately nodding, his voice clear: "Yes, President Yan has coordinated with the Federation, and everything is in place."

"We have prepared 3000 sets of Soul-breaking Nails."

"If used only against Tier Two targets and above, the quantity is definitely sufficient."

Fang Qingyu nodded in satisfaction: "Good. Better safe than sorry."

Then his eyebrows slightly raised: "Where’s Yan Lin? Why hasn’t she come today?"

Wei Banmeng explained: "President Yan is still investigating that ’person’s’ specific identity."

Fang Qingyu listened and nodded thoughtfully.

In the past half month.

Aside from his cultivation in the factory.

There has been a significant breakthrough in the lifeline of the Celestial Punishment Association.

Half a month ago.

Yan Lin, through in-depth research on the corpses of Bauhinia Association members and later the black-robed bodies from the Celestial Punishment Association on the battlefield.

Combined with her extensive intelligence network, finally pinpointed the source of the core methods of the Celestial Punishment Association.

A profession originating from ancient Xiangxi, long thought to be lost.

Corpse Driver.

This discovery was like seeing the light through the clouds.

No wonder the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association is filled with the scent of preservative materials, no wonder those black-robed figures are fearless of death.

No wonder the entire Bauhinia Association can be controlled unnoticed.

Without even a ripple of resistance...

Because they are no longer alive; they are corpses.

They are corpse puppets controlled by Corpse Drivers using secret techniques, like marionettes on strings.

Corpse Drivers, based on the powerful Qi Blood and Spiritual Power of a Martial Saint, have evolved strange methods akin to Divine Cultists controlling "puppets."

They do not directly control the minds of the living.

But instead, through special techniques, imprint a powerful spiritual mark on the corpses.

Creating a spiritual link that transcends physical distance, like the most ingenious Puppet Master, remotely manipulating these soulless shells to fight.

This method is covert and extremely difficult to detect and counter with conventional means.

No wonder Yan Lin previously had no clues.

The Soul-breaking Nail is a disruptor developed by the Federation specifically for this unique spiritual link.

Once it hits the target, it can temporarily cut off the connection between the Corpse Driver and it.

Rendering the corpse puppet instantly powerless, turning it into a pile of real rotten flesh.

These 3000 sets of Soul-breaking Nails are strategic materials urgently requisitioned by Fang Qingyu from the Federation.

Fang Qingyu pondered for a moment.

His fingers gently tapped twice on the smooth tabletop.

"Send a message to her, tell her to come back."

"The time is almost here. Notify everyone to prepare for action according to the original plan."

Wei Banmeng and the other five persons immediately adopted a serious expression, responding in unison: "Yes!"

...

City of Injustice core area.

Deep underground of the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters.

The dim oil lamp still flickers, casting the shadow of a giant black cross on the smooth, cold stone wall, twisted and hideous.

But at this moment, the shriveled figure on the cross.

Chen Wudi, seems to be more filled than before.

Although still gaunt, there is a faint strange red glow under the skin.

As if molten lava is slowly flowing beneath the skin.

Under his drooping head.

His cracked lips seem to barely move.

Muttering words beyond anyone’s comprehension.

Below the cross, a figure in a scarlet robe stands silently.

Hood slightly lowered, hands crossed before the chest.

However, unlike the usual dead silence and emptiness, at this moment in this vast underground space, is densely packed with kneeling black-robed figures.

The number has reached several hundred.

They are like the most devout believers, yet like puppets stripped of souls.

Maintaining a completely uniform kneeling posture.

Heads deeply bowed, bodies as rigid as stone sculptures, motionless.

The entire space is filled with a pungent stench of blood that is sickeningly intense.

Strangely, beneath these kneeling black-robed figures, the ground is carved with grooves that seem to shimmer with dark red glow.

Upon closer inspection.

The wrists of these black-robed figures.

Are all slashed deeply by sharp blades.

Thick, dark red blood incessantly gushing from the wounds, dripping into the grooves on the ground.

The blood seems greedily absorbed by the ground, along the tracks of the grooves, rapidly soaking in with silent stealth, vanishing without a trace.

The entire ground.

As if a giant and thirsty living thing.

Is drawing sustenance from the life force of hundreds through these markings.

In the very core of this space.

At the base of the giant black cross.

At this moment.

Numerous, like blood vessels, dark red lines.

Are spreading from the blood-filled grooves on the ground.

Enveloping the cross like a living thing.

Climbing with a visible speed slowly upwards.

The target of these dark red lines.

Is none other than the body of Chen Wudi on the cross.

In the dead stillness, the only sound is the faint noise of blood seeping into the earth.

The red-robed figure remains silently standing.

Seemingly oblivious to the scene of sacrifice from hundreds behind.

At this moment, a figure also draped in a black robe, but whose aura is far more solid than those kneeling, silently appeared beside the red-robed figure.

Kneeling on one knee, the voice low and respectful: "Sir, word has come from the spies outside that the Lingxiao Association, the Infernal Fire Sect, and other forces are beginning to withdraw en masse from the blockade area."

The head beneath the red-robed figure’s hood seems to nod very slightly.