I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Chapter 272: [223] Bearing a sword and marching, I kill over a thousand miles; my path knows no retreat (requesting double monthly passes)
[New Extraordinary Gene: Space·Sealing]

[Adding Extraordinary Ability: Sealing (can perform sealing within a certain range; the stronger the enemy, the weaker the sealing effect)]

[New skill…]

[Vitality +0.4 Card]

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Pei Jinye walked out of the ruins, and Silver Art and Hong Luo took care of the last few cloaked assassins.

Hearing the commotion, Hong Luo turned her head to see Pei Jinye walking out and immediately gave him a thumbs-up: “Brother Demon King is mighty.”

“Let’s go, the Night Patrol Department is on its way,” Pei Jinye said, glancing at the young girl, then signaling Silver Art to retreat.

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Inside the bar manager’s room.

Sea Words carefully handed the tea to Pei Jinye, his fear of the Big Brother Demon King reaching deep into his bones ever since he’d learned about the incident in Western Continent.

This fear was ten times greater than when he had faced Black Shark.

Pei Jinye looked at him, smiling but not really amused: “I don’t drink.”

“My mistake,” Sea Words immediately apologized.

At that moment, Silver Art appeared with Hong Luo, both having changed their clothes.

“The members of the Sand Flame Association appearing in Da Peng City must be up to something. Should we report this to the Elder?” Seeing the two of them, Sea Words sighed with relief and quickly changed the topic.

Silver Art sat down next to Pei Jinye, propped her chin on her hands, and swung her feet.

Hong Luo, munching on a red apple, stayed silent.

Sea Words tried to maintain his composure until Pei Jinye’s gaze made him crumble… and he weakly said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave you to talk and go check on the front desk.”

The door opened and shut quickly.

Now only Pei Jinye, Silver Art, and Hong Luo were left in the room.

“I have a task for you two,” Pei Jinye suddenly said.

Silver Art and Hong Luo stopped daydreaming and looked up.

“What task?”

“An organization called Simon Association has recently infiltrated this area. Your job is to locate them. Report back to me once you’ve found them. Can you do that?” Pei Jinye asked calmly.

Silver Art nodded.

Hong Luo, pensive, asked, “Do we have any information on them?”

“You can find it.”

Pei Jinye’s brief response almost made Hong Luo want to roll her eyes.

“Alright then, you’re the boss, we’ll listen to you.”

“Any other questions?”

Pei Jinye stood and looked at them.

“No,” Silver Art said decisively.

Hong Luo blinked, “How long do you think you’ll need?”

“The sooner the better.”

The door opened.

The entrance of the bar was filled with the sound of wind chimes.

Sea Words at the front desk instinctively looked up, but he didn’t see a ghost of a figure.

…

Last night’s undead incident must have been related to the legacy of the Lord of Lotus Island.

Pei Jinye was rather helpless.

Strictly speaking, he had been duped by that person from Lotus Island.

Now, he needed to find the Chairman of the Simon Association and figure out how they had managed to track him down, to find a way to erase the traces.

“Besides, the reason they dared to come after me is because they think they’re not afraid of me…”

Pei Jinye retracted his gaze.

“I haven’t killed deeply enough to strike fear into people’s hearts!”

He opened the safe.

He threw the Blood Spirit Fruit and the Blue Potion into his private storage.

In Pei Jinye’s hand soon appeared a precious sword he had seized from the Western Fire League.

Tonight, the killer, unnamed swordsman!

…

In a flash.

Dusk fell.

Outside Broken Cloud Mountain.

A group of bounty hunters, who had come from other cities, had found nothing after searching all day and discussed treating themselves to a meal at a restaurant.

Suddenly, one of them stopped and gestured for his companions to look at the figure in front of the food stall holding a sword.

The men exchanged glances.

“Is it him?”

One of them brought up an image on his phone.

“We can’t see his face, but this profile is very similar to the one in the sketch.”

“The Descriptive Writer wouldn’t make a mistake, it’s got to be him.”

“What if it’s not him… What if we got the wrong person…”

“Scared of what, if he cooperates, fine, if not, we cut him down.”

“Old Seven, go take a look, report back at any time,” the leading middle-aged man whispered an order.

A young man in his early twenties nodded and quickly walked over, pretending to be a diner sitting down in front of the sword-bearing youth, and while the latter was eating skewers, took a good look.

The group stood at the foot of the mountain across the street, huddled together and waiting in hushed tones.

After a few seconds, the middle-aged man received a message.

Everyone looked at him.

The middle-aged man nodded, “Old Seven confirmed it, it’s him.”

“Damn, been looking for him so long, turns out he’s been right under our noses!”

One of them cursed and drew his sword, ready to go over, but was held back by the others.

“Don’t rush, the guy’s sword technique is strong, we’ll ambush him first to gain the upper hand.”

All eyes were nearly fixed on the youth with a sword on his back, facing away from them.

“Should we talk to him first?” someone tentatively asked.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than someone retorted: “What’s there to talk about? So many have died by his hand, there’s no reasoning with that kind of person. We need to make a swift and decisive move to kill him!”

People looked each other in the eye, their gazes meeting in a circle, and it seemed everyone was in agreement. Quietly, they each took out their weapons, concealing them within their sleeves.

…

Pei Jinye calmly continued eating the skewers in front of him.

In fact, he had been “watching” the people at the foot of the mountain from the moment they appeared.

Suddenly, he looked up.

And made eye contact with Old Seven.

Old Seven hastily averted his gaze.

“Want some?”

Out of the blue, the swordsman at the table in front of him spoke, and Old Seven instinctively raised his hand, seeing an extremely pure smile on the other’s face.

Such a clear and innocent smile made him wonder… could this youth in front of him really be the murderous demon of Mist Mountain?

Could it be a mistake?

But suddenly, his whole body went stiff, as blood spurted from between his eyebrows with a sizzling sound, and his pupils, slightly widened in shock, rapidly lost all luster.

Pei Jinye slowly withdrew his gaze, as more than a dozen steel spikes were arranged inside the cylindrical container in front of him.

By now the people behind him were approaching.

The sound of swords being drawn had barely begun when the cylinder in front of Pei Jinye was suddenly sent flying, and with a wave of his hand, the steel spikes shot out in a burst.

Immediately, several figures, caught off guard, were sent flying backward.

Yet, there were others who were extraordinarily quick to react.

“Ha!”

A middle-aged man roared, fully aware of the danger the moment he sensed something was off with Old Seven, and without a second thought, he darted to one side to evade.

But what he hadn’t expected was…

In the blink of an eye, those he had brought with him had met their demise.

This scene nearly scared him out of his wits.

“Sword Dominator, I was wrong…”

As soon as the words were out…

Pei Jinye, who had been sitting, appeared instantly before the man, his sword pressed against the middle-aged man’s neck. Upon hearing the words, he spoke softly, “You’re not wrong, I am. The mistake is that I’ve been too kind. Now, I will rectify this error.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes bulged, as if unable to comprehend his words.

But in the next moment, there was no need for him to understand anymore.

For the flash of the sword was followed by a head soaring through the air.

The sword returned to its scabbard, and Pei Jinye’s expression remained unchanged as he went back inside the food stall, beginning to search the bodies.

The stall owner and his wife were paralyzed with fear, trembling as they sat on the ground.

Pei Jinye placed two banknotes under the cylinder, “The skewers fried by the lady boss are good, flavorful.”

He got up and left.

Pei Jinye walked, sword in tow.

In just ten minutes, word of what happened at the base of Broken Cloud Mountain spread quickly to those who were interested.

…

Sky God International.

“The swordsman who stole the Legacy of the Lord of Lotus Island has actually appeared in Da Peng City… Should we make a move?”

In the conference room, many high-ranking officials gathered together.

However, Fringe man poured cold water in the midst of the bustling discussion: “We just offended the Investigation Team, and now you dare to act so blatantly? Headquarters has made it clear that we should not get involved in this matter. Whoever among you is bold enough can try to handle it covertly, but do not drag the group into it.”

Everyone was taken aback, their expressions varying.

“But that’s the Legacy of the Lord of Lotus Island.”

“I know.” Fringe man smiled faintly, “Did you forget that the Lord of Lotus Island had a master who once crushed the Five Continents with a single sword? Some say she has reappeared, but no one knows for sure. If you really attract that ancestor here, you’ll have to clean up the mess yourselves. The group won’t save you.”

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly plummeted.

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Inside a certain billet.

People from Simon Association gathered.

Chairman Tuxin said with a grave expression, “He has appeared.”

The crowd shuddered at these words.

In just one day, their numbers had dwindled by a third. The untimely death of their comrades was not just a source of fear but also rage.

The enemy lurking in the shadows felt like thieves who could snatch their prey at any moment… What also enraged them was that these thieves were lured by some traitors among them.

But Tuxin seemed to be indifferent to this; he solemnly said, “He’s right here, now is the time for us to unite and catch him.”

…

Within a private clubhouse.

Descriptive Writer suddenly stopped, his eyes shining, “Sword Dominator is really in our Da Peng City? Damn, a godlike figure is actually in Da Peng City and we had no inkling of it before. This guy really keeps a low profile.”

The elderly man in a Tang suit looked distressed: “Young master, please don’t get involved in this matter. I’ve heard that many in the martial world have already joined in… Da Peng City is destined for a bloody night. The old master has been made aware and has specifically instructed…”

Before he could finish…

“Wait a minute, let me make a call,” said the Descriptive Writer as he turned to call Pei Jinye, “Don’t know if Old Pei is in his training at the moment, but it’s a shame not to invite him over to witness such a once-in-a-century event.”

However, the call did not get through.

The Descriptive Writer looked disappointed: “Old Pei really missed out on this one.”

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At the base of Broken Cloud Mountain.

Pei Jinye pulled with one hand, and the hulking Transcendent on the other side flew like a doll, bones cracking in the air as he went.

They swept over more than ten meters.

Stones scattered wildly as the compact ground was plowed with a long mark before they came to a halt.

“You… You can’t escape!” the burly man, his mouth filled with blood, howled ferociously.

With a “pthff,”

Pei Jinye’s sword coldly and ruthlessly pierced through his opponent’s head.

“Escape?”

He looked up.

At the surrounding people who were staring uncertainly and retreating.

With an ugly grin, he said,

“Do I need to escape?”