Chapter 1571 - 754:

Chapter 1571: Chapter 754:

"I don’t know why this colossal entity has set its sights on me. Is it for revenge on behalf of the Noah Organization, or do they really take me for the legendary murderer White Owl? And what kind of entanglement with grievances do White Owl and they have?"

As he spoke, Cheng Jiashu’s eyes were sharp, staring directly at Fang Cheng:

"So, I specifically notify you, hoping to get some useful clues from you, so that I don’t have to be constantly worried and unable to sleep well."

Fang Cheng remained silent and did not respond.

He had long known that the Ideal Land had set their sights on him since several high-ranking officers of this mysterious organization had already died at his hands.

However, because he had the official identity of the Special Search Team as a cover, and combined with the powerful strength and ferocious fighting style he displayed, they dared not act rashly to avoid uncontrollable consequences.

Fang Cheng appeared relaxed on the surface, but he has never let down his guard against the sharp blade hanging over his head.

Moreover, the Ideal Land is still inextricably linked to his father’s death.

In essence, the reason he persisted in rigorous training every day, even going through the trouble to establish the "Illuminati," was primarily for the ultimate purpose of one day turning the tables for a final showdown with this colossal entity.

Cheng Jiashu saw Fang Cheng deep in thought, frowning and saying nothing, and couldn’t help but speak again:

"You know, East Capital has seen an influx of foreigners recently, and now it’s a gathering of experts, a mix of the good and bad; it’s becoming an increasingly dangerous crocodile swamp. We should be cautious and careful in everything we do while walking the Martial World in the future."

Fang Cheng looked up and gave him a deep look.

This guy, always a lone wolf, seems to gather intelligence even better than I do.

However, remembering that he comes from a noble family, whose connections, though waned, have a foundation built over generations.

It’s reasonable that he can gather information through these special channels that ordinary people wouldn’t know.

"Thanks for the reminder."

There was a hint of sincerity in Fang Cheng’s tone.

Cheng Jiashu waved his hand and casually smiled:

"I just don’t want to face danger alone and am looking for a reliable partner."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, paused for a moment, then candidly admitted:

"This matter is likely aimed at me. To be frank, I have a deep-seated grudge with the Ideal Land, so I’ll bear the brunt of their pressure."

"You need not worry too much. If there is any unrest in the future, just notify me immediately."

Hearing this, Cheng Jiashu froze in place.

He had originally prepared a ton of rhetoric, ready to gradually extract the truth from Fang Cheng.

But unexpectedly, he hadn’t even acted much before Fang Cheng straightforwardly took on the responsibility.

This was tantamount to indirectly admitting that he was indeed the real "White Owl."

This departure from convention left Cheng Jiashu momentarily speechless.

He looked at Fang Cheng standing at the edge of the shadow.

The dim, sound-activated stairway light flickered on again, illuminating.

The faint light cast on Fang Cheng’s sharp-angled face.

Half hidden in darkness and half exposed in light and shadow, he appeared unusually mysterious, increasingly making it hard to see through his real hand.

With slightly furrowed brows, Fang Cheng gazed at the plane crossing the night sky, its navigation lights blinking.

He actually understood well in his heart that Cheng Jiashu probably guessed the truth long ago.

The Noah Organization mistook this idol star facade for the murderer White Owl and later on, he took advantage of him as a scapegoat.

It’s just that everyone tacitly understood without saying it plainly.

Since facing a common enemy, Fang Cheng might as well break this unspoken agreement.

He looked straight ahead, gazing out at the endlessly flashing neon lights, and suddenly asked:

"Are you interested in joining an organization?"

Cheng Jiashu suppressed his surprise and curiously asked:

"What organization?"

"The organization is called ’Illuminati,’ and it’s been formally set up for less than three months now."

Fang Cheng’s voice was calm, explaining the origin and purpose of the organization methodically:

"We walk in darkness but serve the light, like the sun suspended in the universe, harboring vitality and destruction, inherently dual-sided."

"The goal of establishing the organization is to create order in the brutal underground world, to become a beacon illuminating the darkness, guiding the way for those who desire a normal life but are not accepted by worldly norms, providing a safe haven and refuge for similar kinds of mutants."

"Interesting, sounds not bad indeed."

Cheng Jiashu stroked his chin and slightly raised the corners of his mouth:

"I’ll think about it."

Seeing that Cheng Jiashu didn’t agree on the spot, Fang Cheng wasn’t pushy either.

The timing of inviting Cheng Jiashu to join the organization was because the Illuminati was extremely short of S-Class high-end combat power at the moment.

Apart from himself and the Professor, the backbone of the organization can be considered quite empty and weak.

Whenever encountering a slightly stronger enemy, he often had to handle it personally as the leader.

If Cheng Jiashu agreed to join as a core member, with his strength, he could undoubtedly handle most of the average S-Class power users.

After all, Couch Jiashu, even when he was at A-Class, could battle and smoothly escape from top experts like Luo Lie.

Moreover, Cheng Jiashu possesses the rare ability of space travel.

For handling some special reconnaissance or assault tasks, it’s much more convenient than a simple Combat System ability.

"Oh, right."

After the information exchange, Cheng Jiashu leaned against the window sill, adopting a relaxed posture:

"Since the battle at the Noah Building last time, my ability has improved, and the Spiritual Secret Realm has been completely reconstructed."

"In the future, under emergency circumstances, we can still use our old method for long-distance meetings and communications."

Having said this, he quickly recited a new, unusually convoluted spell.

A glimmer of interest flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes, and he nodded, committing this code to memory:

"Got it."

Cheng Jiashu clapped his hands and stood up straight:

"One more thing, the national finals of the talent show are scheduled for mid-August."

"Before that, the program team will arrange for the top twenty contestants to undergo a two-week closed training camp.

"Apart from regular vocal and physical rehearsals, the TV station will set up machines to record the whole process, editing into a derivative program like a reality show for broadcast."

"The official notification will be issued in a few days, you can tell Zhou Xiumei beforehand so she can be mentally prepared."

Fang Cheng noted this timetable and casually asked:

"Where is the training camp located?"

"Golden City Resort."

Fang Cheng was surprised at the sound of this:

"At West Mountain?"

Hearing this familiar place name, he instantly recalled, wasn’t this the place he visited with Ma Donghe before.

Beneath the resort lies a sprawling underground shooting range where he practiced shooting a few times and smoothly mastered the Gun Skill, leaving a deep impression.

Seeing Fang Cheng’s expression shift, Cheng Jiashu continued to explain:

"That’s an asset under East City Association. Though admittedly, there are some seedy industries in secret, it’s run very properly on the surface."

"Golden City Hotel is one of the few six-star hotels in the East Capital; many dignitaries like to go there for weekend relaxation."

"So you don’t need to worry about any so-called underworld background. East City Association started washing white and going legitimate decades ago, and they had already spun off their commercial sectors."

"Though they’re still labeled as a group, their conduct is more disciplined than most gangs. East City Group is one of the main sponsors of this talent show."

Cheng Jiashu raised his hand and tidied the hair ruffled by the wind on his forehead, further adding:

"Moreover, as a mentor, I’ll frequently go to the training camp for program recordings and be able to take care of Zhou Xiumei. If time permits, it’ll be a good chance to visit Ancient Locust Village to check the restoration of the yin energy there."

After hearing this arrangement, Fang Cheng found it reasonable and nodded.

They stood by the ventilation window, feeling the evening breeze, and casually chatted a bit more about the follow-up process of the talent show competition.

Seeing the time was about right, Fang Cheng finally pushed open the fireproof door and returned to the noisy backstage.

The corridor was already half empty.

Fang Cheng entered the dressing room, taking Zhou Xiumei, Wen Xin, and Bean who had packed their things, into the elevator, heading straight to the underground parking lot.

He started the black Range Rover, carrying the three girls, and smoothly drove into the dazzling and enigmatic night of East City, preparing to drop each of them off home in turn.