Chapter 156: Seizing the Stone – Part 4

Inside the fast-moving carriage, two more small glowing orbs flew down. One of the orbs carried faint red light, a handsome and adorable little boy.
{This week, the fame has erupted in a big way. It’s boisterous.}
{We’re running a bit short on helpers.}
As he spoke, the two little beings within the orbs of silver-gold and red-gold light pointed their fingers.
A faint shimmer of light flickered, and a merging halo appeared in their hands, forming a small force field about the size of an unfolded square scarf.
Within the field, semitransparent images of various mob brawls surfaced, and the outer sound wave force field trembled rhythmically like a sound spectrum, vibrating with the intensity of the noise within.
—”Charge! He who gets the divine stone rules the world!”
—”A treasure goes to the one of virtue! Surrender the divine object to Emperor Li’s Great Greenhouse, or else your greenhouse shall be annihilated!”
—”They say mastering the treasure can grant ancient secret techniques. Boss, should we really sell it to the Porter’s Greenhouse?”
The people’s words, unsavvy but understandable, and their battles came through from the various images.
Yang Zicang and the others were stunned: “What are they doing? Are they fighting over the divine stone too?”
{That’s right.}
The two little things nodded.
Yang Zicang broke out in a cold sweat.
In the carriage, Zuo Feixian and the others looked at other small screens. On one screen, someone was throwing a Divine Stone into a pot to boil, and a woman was murmuring incantations in front of the pot.
In another screen, someone was transferring a Divine Stone, with many people behind them fighting.
In yet another shed area, a Divine Stone had sunk deep into a well, covered with stones by someone. The person by the well clapped their hands, bragging that the stones in the well would definitely not be found within sixty years.
“No way, the news spreads so fast.”
“It’s been almost four hours. On Earth, news would have spread all over the world. Though life here in the Lost Frequency Land is primitive, their communication isn’t slow.”
“Sigh.” Yang Zicang scratched his hair, not expecting that his actions would trigger a riot in the Lost Frequency Land.
{Half-time break is over. We’re leaving now, Yang Yang, the big-name celebrity.}
The spirits inside three small light clusters, along with even smaller light clusters of other unseen spirits, whooshed through the carriage and flew toward the sky.
Yang Zicang looked at the scenery ahead. The outlines of buildings on the horizon quickly emerged. That place ahead was another location, mentioned by Xingmiao, that housed powerful experts.
This place was better than the Wuyou Shed Area; the group could even see from a distance the ring of walls standing on the barren land.
……
Inside Hub Town.
The clatter of the brass typewriter never ceased, spewing out pages full of breaking news, already nearly half a meter long.
But no one paid attention to the clatter except those crowded around the table, because the screen in front was broadcasting similar scenes.
Zhu Yin sighed.
The man with the moustache and black round hat came to his side, smiled and said,
“No one would have expected that Yang Zicang would stir up such a storm just over a month later. As the fuse, his name tonight will definitely make the top hundred, possibly even go down in history.”
Zhu Yin gave him an irritated glance.
“Worthless, already exposed early.”
“Hahahaha,”
the man patted Zhu Yin’s shoulder. “It’s fine, that business is tough to handle by normal means.”
The few behind him staring at the screen muttered softly,
“Yang Zicang is about to reach Rose Creek.”
“Rose Queen Xu Ayuan’s turf, the center point between the two hub towns. Supposedly she’s backed by the Crimson Hub and has treasures in hand. Any outsider her former deputy tried to eliminate before — never came out.”
Upon hearing these words that insinuatingly pointed at him, Zhu Yin’s knuckles squeezed lightly.
“Yang Zicang, you can afford to fail anywhere else, but not here.”, He murmured to himself under his breath.
Suddenly, several eyes shot up toward one screen, where spots appeared—the signal went dead.
……
Rose Creek was bustling beyond what a dead zone should allow, its shantytown-like settlement an oasis amid the wasteland .
Outside, there was even a moat surrounding the city, bubbling with poisonous gas. From what they had just pried, there seemed to be a monstrous water creature entombed inside guarding this place.
As for the leader of this settlement, their skills were even more formidable. As long as she was there, no one recruited by the Silver Pivot Hub could break through this place.
Just as the ghost-like subway train approached the city’s edge, a quadrilateral silver-white polyline shot over.
{YangZicang. What exactly do you want with the divine stone?}
This territory, clearly belonging to those supported by the Crimson Pivot Hub, yet had people of such high model from the Silver White Ring serving it.
“We were entrusted by the divine stone to come and retrieve it.”
{This transformation from day to night is its creation! Do you know what you’re doing? This could trigger a great disaster in the Lost Frequency Land.}
“The Lost Frequency Land has already fallen into disaster. If the divine stone cannot be retrieved, I’m afraid this land will become a claimed territory from now on.”
After half a day of deliberation, YangZicang vaguely felt that since the editor-in-chief could intervene in the developments of the Lost Frequency Land, they might have already planned to change this place. Otherwise, Mr. Xiao wouldn’t act so recklessly, even daring to casually eliminate a team like theirs that had been renowned for weeks.
Remember, according to the manual, the Lost Illusion Company should not appear in the Lost Frequency Land except for hiring employees, because they hold a vast amount of information about the past.
The other side was silent for a while. To avoid unnecessary conflict, the train also paused briefly outside the city.
“Leave now, Yang Zicang. Our city lord has said that the Divine Stones cannot be given away casually. Especially when the future is unpredictable, no rash decisions can be made. She cannot bear the risk of bringing destruction to the Lost Frequency Land.”
So she already calls herself the city lord now, Yang Zicang thought as he swept his gaze over the dark, modularized buildings. The master of this place does have the right to claim that title.
“Then I apologize.”
[Silent Night.]
The mental wave spread rapidly.
The train turned into a phantom and charged through the wall. Inside the city, it was empty and desolate, save for a grand hall in the distance, blazing with light.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance permeated the entire town.
Yang Zicang felt his connection with all things severely disrupted. Things he could sense even with his eyes closed were now blurred, but he could still vaguely discern the location of the Divine Stones.
Three of them!
The train appeared at the entrance of the temple-like grand hall. It was undoubtedly a stable interdimensional building!
Peering through the open archway, Yang Zicang saw a strikingly beautiful long-haired woman seated in the main throne, her posture exceptionally graceful.
Inside the hall, two Divine Stones stood as if already in place, while the third was on the mount, seemingly just delivered from somewhere else.
A circle of people stood near it, their chests shimmering with models in white, silver, pale red, or deep red. Within the hall, more beautiful women held weapons—some solemn, some smiling faintly—as they stared ahead.
On the main seat, the woman lifted her arm gently and rested it on her full thigh.
“You’re the latest rising celebrity, and many in our town talk about you, and your… Ma Chao.”
An aloof and resolute voice, cold as ice, rings out.
Luo Bin stares, his eyes glued to the sight.
The Rose Queen is clad in an elegant robe, whose patterns shimmer like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting a deep-glow radiance. Her robe is skillfully tailored, accentuating her slender figure while also exuding an air of inviolable dignity.
On her face, the eye makeup traced at the corners of her eyes makes Luo Bin’s heart race, and coupled with the subtle fragrance pervading the surroundings, he feels as though he sees the most beautiful and solitary flower in a garden.
“Is she Xu Aiyuan?”
Luo Bin’s throat moves slightly; he feels as if he has fallen into a river.
“Yang Zicang, leave now. I hope next time you come, it’s as a guest.”
“I must take them away, sorry.”
White Shadow Thought-Dragon suddenly leaps forth, charging toward the top two figures.
They are clad in mythical gear, wielding weapons emitting red light, with grave expressions on their faces.
The next moment, Yang Zicang feels as if the entire hall begins to spin, like a blooming flower; his control over the target grows weaker as the opponent envelops the entire hall with their psychic field.
The Thought-Dragon darts rapidly at this circle of people, aiming to bite into the psychic construct of one.
[Stand back!]
The Rose Queen glared and roared, her energy surging and coalescing into a rose beneath this person, enveloping him whole, so that the ensnared psychic body struggled to be pulled free.
“Sin Slash!” A figure among the crowd stepped forward.
With a single slash, the blade light suddenly soared to three meters in length, slashing toward the spirit dragon’s body with intricate ripples.
[I neutralized 15070N!]
The spirit dragon instantly abandoned its bite, soared upward, and glared angrily at this towering figure.
The lean tall man twirled his sword into a flourish: “Finally, I’ve met a worthy opponent. Since I mastered Sin Slash, I’ve been unmatched for too long—except for the Queen, there has been no one who could even last a single round.”
Bang! A silver spear suddenly appeared behind him. The man, as if anticipating this, turned and struck out with his blade, but the black greatsword that should have hit the spear brushed past it instead.
“It’s an orbit-changing ability!”
Boom! Rocks on the ground exploded. The man leaped up, immediately twisted and bent low with his sword held horizontally, dodging the spear that shot horizontally through the air again.
The spear curved mid-flight and flew toward him.
“Charge!”
The Rose Queen spoke with overwhelming authority.
A dozen figures emitting crimson flames rushed toward YangZicang and his companions by the door.
This group moved in swift succession like a running streetcar; difficult for the train to swallow, and not daring to do so either, it began to circle around the hall.
White Shadow Thought-Dragon was biting and tearing inside, distracting Rose Queen and draining her mental energy, while Yang Zicang focused on sensing the man’s movements through the weakened Silent Night, using the silver spear to pin him down and prevent him from attacking the Thought-Dragon.
The two sides fell into a stalemate.
The hub towns of both factions were watching intently, probing each other’s capabilities.
“So this is Rose Queen, quite a sight for sore eyes.”
“Her looks aside, she even managed to run an entire greenhouse district. Even if she sided with Crimson, I still admire her.”
“Indeed, she provided a safe haven for countless women in the Displacement Realm. Without her, many girls would have had bitter fates. But Yang Zicang is also quite formidable—alone, he’s tying down so many experts here.”
In the scene, a group of people followed the train in circles.
The Red Model warriors of Rose Creek stood guard inside and outside the hall. Whenever the train came near, they repeatedly attacked with sonic-based models, which were abundant among those red model sculptures.
“That giant centipede wasn’t going all out.”
“Yeah, Yang Zicang’s spear was also restrained—unpredictable as it was, it didn’t carry much sequence.”
Everyone could only tell both sides were executing their techniques on the edge of restraint and explosion, but You Yin understood that if they truly fought without reservations, the battle here would at least escalate into a sequence war of millions and beyond.
Suddenly, a dark red polyline shot toward Zhu Yin.