The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397: Your Highness, we need to talk Chapter 1397: Your Highness, we need to talk Cain’s journey into the inner ring of the sect did not take long.

As soon as he set foot there, his eyes narrowed, instantly picking up on the tension saturating the air.

Every Divine Transcendence Master he saw radiated an air of coldness and caution, keenly observing each other as though a simple misstep could ignite open hostilities.

Any semblance of racial harmony was gone, replaced by a silent standoff.

All these figures belonged to the Light Camp, yet three distinct factions had formed among them, each harboring hostility toward the others.

Cain felt their stares turn toward him, prickling his skin with open hostility.

Since he belonged to no faction, he was a potential enemy to every one of them.

A swirl of unspoken suspicion hung in the streets like a fog, and Cain had no illusions about how precarious his position was.

Still, he paid no heed to their sharp gazes.

His steps carried him steadily down the streets, weaving between tense groups of cultivators until he reached the Gu Armory.

The next second, he stepped forward into the building.

Once again, he was received by the same young human woman who had been there last time.

To his slight surprise, she did not respond with the same terror as before.

Instead, she returned his gaze for a fleeting moment.

Her posture, while not entirely confident, was noticeably more composed than the trembling fear she had shown the last time.

She then turned and walked deeper into the armory, leaving Cain to wonder what might have happened to bolster her courage.

However, he shrugged it off.

Whatever her reasons, someone like that was of no consequence for him.

“Elder Laurifer, good day.

It has been a long time since the last time I saw you.” The voice belonged to Zoan, the middle-aged man who oversaw operations here.

His greeting redirected Cain’s attention, prompting the young man to shift his focus.

With a nod, Cain replied, “I’ve been on missions outside the sect.

It seems that the situation has escalated recently.” “Indeed it has,” Zoan said, returning the nod.

“Everybody is paranoid right now, so I would be careful.” There was an edge to his voice.

After speaking, the man paused, glancing toward the outside of the building before adding, “Even the weather is odd lately.

If you don’t get a good umbrella, you’ll get wet.” That final remark made a sharp light cross Cain’s eyes.

It was obvious Zoan was indicating that anyone lacking a faction would be exposed.

Cain, however, did not comment.

He merely gave a slight nod in acknowledgment of the subtle warning.

“I hope you could help me with something,” Cain went on, steering the conversation.

“I need the help of an elder to verify some mission completions.” Zoan showed no surprise at the request.

He simply nodded, seemingly unbothered by Cain’s lack of response to his advice.

“Sure, that’s part of my job.

What kind of object do you need to hand over for mission completion?” The man assumed Cain might have some special resources or investigative findings from his missions.

The possibility seemed trivial enough.

But Zoan was completely mistaken.

His eyes widened the next second as Cain waved his hand, which caused eighteen heads to appear around him.

They hovered ominously, silent witnesses to whatever lethal battles Cain had fought.  “I need you to verify the identity of all these people,” Cain explained in a tone of utter nonchalance as though it were the most routine thing in the world.

“They are traitors from the sect whom I killed.” Zoan needed a moment to recover his composure.

He drew in a shaky breath, mentally reining in his alarm as he glanced at Cain.

This young man acted like presenting eighteen heads was no different than handing over a few resource pouches.

Finally, Zoan nodded, forcing a measure of calm as he rummaged in his space ring and produced a strange eye-shaped artifact.

Being a Divine Transcendence Master himself, Zoan knew it was possible to alter appearances using high-level techniques, but this treasure was said to surpass illusions so thoroughly that even Third Realm Masters would find it difficult to deceive.

A dark wave emanated from the artifact, washing over each of the heads in turn before receding and sending a stream of information into Zoan’s mind.

The next second, the middle-aged man’s heart pounded.

He had already been shocked by the grisly display, but what he discovered next rattled him further: every one of these heads belonged to Early Divine Transcendence Masters-some of them known to be extremely powerful even among those of the same rank.

Zoan could not help but turn a wary eye to Cain.

The difference between Early and Middle Divine Transcendence was notable but typically not so vast that killing eighteen Early Transcendence cultivators would be easy.

Yet Cain looked entirely unscathed, showing no signs of a grueling series of battles.

Zoan deduced that these fights hadn’t even posed a challenge!

Cain’s voice broke the silence, pulling Zoan’s thoughts back to the present.

“I guess everything is in order?” Zoan nodded numbly in response.

“Yes, all those people’s identities are confirmed.

Please wait a moment.” He turned and left for the interior of the armory, disappearing into a separate chamber.

After a few minutes, he returned, carrying a black box in his hands.

With careful movement, he handed it over to Cain, who then sent his mind into the container to inspect its contents.

Inside, he found a total of nine hundred Spirit Cores!

“Thanks for the assistance,” Cain said simply, accepting the reward.

“I’ll see you soon.” He then turned around and left the armory without waiting for Zoan’s reaction.  Zoan watched him go, the door closing behind the young man.

Only once Cain was out of sight did Zoan let out a slow breath.

His earlier composure threatened to slip as he quietly activated his A.I.

Chip, sending a discreet message.

“Your Highness, we need to talk.”