Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 71 - 56 Little Wu and the Emperor

Chapter 71: Chapter 56 Little Wu and the Emperor

Wu Xiaode walked across the street, heading towards the Royal Hospital.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

He took it out and saw an unfamiliar number.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"The club is opening, are you coming?" a calm male voice responded.

Under normal circumstances, Wu Xiaode would have hung up straight away.

But this time was different.

He had heard this voice not long ago.

It was the voice of the Emperor!

But why would His Majesty speak of such matters? Could he have heard wrong?

"Hello, you are—"

"It is I," came the reply.

"Your Majesty, I acted in self-defense just now!" he quickly explained.

"Self-defense... I do not blame you, they were terrorists. Later, I will present you with a one-pound ’For the People’s Good’ trophy."

"Long live the Emperor."

"Alright, I just wanted to ask you if those people had any valuable intelligence?"

"Intelligence..."

Wu Xiaode realized and felt a bit annoyed with himself.

He had killed them too quickly just now.

Had he known, he should have kept the leader alive, handed him to the Royal family, and possibly extracted some intelligence from them.

—How he wished he could dig all of them up and wipe them out.

That way, even if he could not return in six days, at least Sister Lan’s safety would be somewhat assured.

As he was thinking this, a faint metallic sound emitted from his body.

The Battle Armor!

It was Scale Armor that Wu Xiaode wore like underwear; it felt a bit cold when he first put it on, but after all, it was summer, and it became quite comfortable over time.

As the master of the Battle Armor, Wu Xiaode immediately understood its meaning.

Some Heroic Spirits were calling to him from the Battle Armor.

"What’s the matter?" he asked quietly.

A voice suddenly appeared in Wu Xiaode’s ear: "Souls... All captured... On the scales."

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

That’s right!

How could he have forgotten?

This Scale Armor had an ability.

It could contain the souls of the undead and Heroic Spirits—

Even the soul of that Intermediate Mage who died in a royal duel had been sucked into it and became a one-time trial mirror image.

"Your Majesty, please wait, I will get back to you shortly," Wu Xiaode quickly said.

"What’s there to wait for? I’m telling you, those fellows oppose me because I can connect with and control all things, master all information, but do you know? Now there are no more traffickers—"

"Because I can identify every baby!"

"And hey, don’t you think public safety has been gradually improving over the years?"

"Oh, and about the club, it never existed. I must ensure the health of every citizen of the Empire, you understand that, right? All of this is thanks to me."

The Emperor rambled on.’

Wu Xiaode turned into a supermarket, opened an automated locker, threw his phone inside, and then went to the restroom, closing the door behind him.

In a flash.

He appeared in a mirror world.

This was a cell equipped with various torture devices, where translucent souls were hanging by black ropes.

The appearance of these souls matched the people who had fought Wu Xiaode not too long ago.

Of course, there was also that middle-aged man who was responsible for persuading and commanding.

The Book of the Dead hovered in midair, revealing lines of ice crystal small characters that exuded a chilling air:

"Your Demon Armor has absorbed the souls of those who died just now."

"The Heroic Spirits attached to the Battle Armor interrogated these souls, and an Undead Mage played some tormenting tricks, obtaining a piece of valuable information."

"Would you like to speak with the Undead Mage?"

"Let’s have a talk," Wu Xiaode said.

A young man with a hunched figure and grayish complexion, leaning on a Magic Wand, appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.

"Greetings, master of death," he respectfully saluted.

"There’s no need for such formality, I am by no means the master of death," Wu Xiaode said.

"You have resisted the inevitable fate and awakened a rare Power of the Death Realm—if you are not the master of death, I cannot think of anyone more deserving of that title," the Undead Mage said.

"You’re also an Undead Mage; you should be a professional like me, right?" Wu Xiaode curiously asked.

"No, I am only able to send some requests to the Death Realm, hoping to borrow the Power of beings like you," the Undead Mage said.

"What do you mean?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Only if my sacrifices, Arrays, runes, and materials satisfy you, can I make use of the Power of death," the Undead Mage explained.

"I see, it’s like the relationship between a client and a contractor," Wu Xiaode muttered.

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "That’s not right, haven’t you already started interrogating souls?"

"Souls are the weakest. In the Death Realm, it’s extremely difficult to gain the power for combat; it’s almost one in ten thousand," the Undead Mage explained.

"So, what information did you get?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"To be honest, those assassins are just the periphery people; the one who spoke with you was really in charge, but he also only had a group number and didn’t have the permission to speak in that group," the Undead Mage said.

"A group number? That’s good, tell me so I can remember it," Wu Xiaode said.

"934103341," the Undead Mage replied.

"Good, got it, thank you," Wu Xiaode patted his shoulder and said.

"Come and visit my Death Realm sometime, see how to deal with that scene," the Undead Mage said, rubbing his hands together.

"I’ll get back to you later when I have time or let’s find a chance to meet and try this out," Wu Xiaode promised.

Whoosh—

He exited the mirror and walked out of the restroom, returning to the automatic locker at the entrance of the supermarket.

The locker continued to emit bursts of noise:

"Impressive, right? That’s all my doing."

"Yes, I don’t want to appear too capable, but to speak modestly, I’ve been deeply concerned about every aspect of the empire..."

Wu Xiaode stood in front of the locker and scanned his face.

A gentle female voice announced, "Your locker is now open."

Click—

The door of the locker opened.

The Emperor’s voice immediately cut off.

Wu Xiaode took out his smartphone and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is wise and mighty, peerless in the world, truly an idol we young people admire."

"I just heard the sound of a locker opening," the Emperor said faintly.

"Don’t mind that, I was just passing by the supermarket. By the way, I found one of their group numbers," Wu Xiaode said.

The Emperor’s voice instantly rose, "What? You actually found their group? That’s impossible!"

"Huh? Why is it impossible?" Wu Xiaode asked, puzzled.

The Emperor spoke solemnly, "I have to ban thousands of groups suspected of criminal activities every day, be it porn, gambling, or drugs. None of these are allowed to exist in the world. I’ve banned all the gambling and drug groups, and still, I’ve never found their group!"

Your Majesty, there seems to be a loophole in your work...

Wu Xiaode composed himself and said, "That’s the situation. Your Majesty, what do you think we should do?"

"We infiltrate right now and see what they’re up to."

"How do we do that?"

"Little Wu, you join the group."

"They’ll notice."

"Don’t worry, as long as I know the group number, I can help you get directly in, without alerting anyone. You’ll also be invisible in the group."

"Your Majesty is truly wise and valiant. I’ll give it a try right away..."

Wu Xiaode entered the group number.

He waited a second.

And just like that, he was in.

Wu Xiaode pulled up the member list and, sure enough, couldn’t find himself.

This is amazing!

No sooner had he entered than he saw someone post a picture.

The picture showed a bikini-clad fat lady, looking as blossoming as a flower, yet as burly as a bear.

Under the picture was a constantly changing caption:

"Have you taken care of Wu Xiaode?"

Wu Xiaode held his smartphone and smacked his lips.

If you send such a line of text by itself, it’s actually pretty clear. But when you put it within a picture of a fat lady, it kind of feels like the fat lady is asking the question.

A groan from the Emperor came through the earpiece.

"Your Majesty?" Wu Xiaode ventured.

"No wonder I could never find them. They had figured out my preferences—no, they figured out my methods of operation and used such images to dodge my searches," the Emperor said with an annoyed tone.

Another bikini-clad fat lady picture popped up, with the caption beneath changing to:

"Couldn’t take him down; that guy is a bit tricky."

Another picture joined the discussion, "We’ve had all the professionals check his ability, and no one can tell what it is."

Ding!

The smartphone emitted a notification sound.

The Emperor’s voice rang out again, "The first target is in East Forest County, located at Yude Shui Internet Cafe in South District, eSports area number 22."

"I’ll go find this guy," Wu Xiaode said.

"No need. I’ve already sent someone. You go to the second guy, he is at the Capital Holy Church, and that’s where all of them are," the Emperor said.

"Alright!"

Wu Xiaode left the supermarket and saw a car parked outside already.

The person in the car waved at him.

It was Xiao Baihong!

"Among the masters in Imperial City, he’s the closest to you. I’ve paid him a sum of money to accompany you," the Emperor said.

"Okay." Wu Xiaode approached, opened the car door, and climbed in.

The car immediately started.

Wu Xiaode sat in the back seat and continued to monitor the group.

Another fat lady picture popped up:

"The heavy hitters are dead, mission failed. I suggest we prioritize Wu Xiaode as the top target to be eliminated."

Picture after picture of various poses of fat ladies sprung up in the chat:

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Take him out, cut off the Royal family’s wings!"

"If this child lives, he will become a major threat!"

Wu Xiaode looked at the pictures and read the messages wanting to kill him, feeling a fire burning inside.

Suddenly, he heard the Emperor’s pained groan in his ear:

"Ah, I can’t stand it, seeing this is worse than death for me—Little Wu, the arduous task of monitoring this group is yours now. I’ll award you a trophy weighing two jin later."

"Your Majesty, what about you?"

"I need to switch to a different group, cleanse my eyes."

The Emperor’s voice disappeared.