Vol 19 Chapter 10-1 (2/2)
WangXia replied then folded the silver plate. Xuan picked up the three pieces on the table. These pieces were shiny in comparison to the head’s unremarkable appearance. The material felt like neither metal nor wood. Countless runewords were etched on the surface. A golden shimmer flowed through the runewords. No wonder the warlords and foreign forces took the body of the Buddha statue instead of its head.
Xuan studied the ends of these pieces. The separations did not appear to be cut by a blade or torn by force. They took the shape of gears. These pieces might have been individual pieces when they were crafted, not split up by the people who seized them. Which meant the Buddha statue was designed to be split up.
(If the split of the statue wasn’t caused by the Saints of the West, what is it that they modified? Did they greatly increase Hao 1’s power? Possible but unlikely. They were under the sight of the Saints of the East at all times. They would not allow drastic modifications that will lead to unavoidable deaths. In that case, the second thing the Saints of the West would like to see was…) Xuan caressed the pieces with his hands. He adjusted his glasses, put down the pieces then walked over to the pile of documents.
(The Saints and Cultivators of the East weren’t as unified as the documents mentioned. Both sides have their selfish motives… Sigh. This bonus mission could end up as a waste of time and effort if the Saints of the West modified there. We would obtain none of the valuable Cultivation manuals or documentations. Makes me want to kill those Saints.)
There was only one exception that could break through Xuan’s lack of emotions, the search through the unknown. It drove Xuan into a strange, fanatical mode like he was right now. And it gave him the thought of wanting to kill the Saints. If the rest of the team learned of it, surprise and fear would probably drown their minds, more fear than surprise. The two things team China was scared of most were the unknown future and being in Xuan’s mind.
“Ah-choo!” ChengXiao sneezed. He immediately scanned around.
Heng, who was flying about next meters next to him, yelled, “Are you sick? How can you even get a cold with this body?”
“No. This is not a normal cold.” ChengXiao said. “This chill that runs through the whole body, twitching pineal gland, and my trembling spine -- I can’t be wrong. This feeling… Xuan is probably thinking about me!”
Heng was dumbfounded for a moment before he giggled. He said in a serious tone, “Not going to question how accurate your intuition is, but I want to ask, what is he thinking about you for? Did you do something that he hates? You followed his order to Dongbei already. What else is he trying to make you do?”
ChengXiao shook his head. “It’s not so simple. My sharp intuition can’t be wrong! This has to do with Xuan!”
Seeing that ChengXiao was going to babble on, Heng attempted to change the subject. “We are at Dongbei. Like we have talked over, you go meet with the Japanese army, I will wait from a hundred kilometers away. Contact me through the silver plate if anything happens. Don’t worry, I will keep you safe!”