Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1667 - 1660: Blocked Again

Chapter 1667: Chapter 1660: Blocked Again

The more virtuous a person is, the more adept they are at controlling their power, ensuring it is not misused.

The Advance Team made every effort to restrain their desire to wield overwhelming force, attempting to solve issues through negotiation. To them, resorting to violence was the last of all options.

Clearly, Kyushu lacked this culture of restraint, which resulted in the rampant abuse of power. In the end, excess led to counterbalance, and a group of civil officials emerged within a nation obsessed with cultivation.

Thus, the Advance Team vaguely glimpsed the fundamental solution to Kyushu’s problems: education and enlightenment.

Magic exists objectively and permanently; using magic is a human instinct and should not be altered by ideology.

Once these two truths of the Otherworld are understood, Kyushu’s predicaments become much easier to resolve.

Firstly, the strategy of suppressing force with literature would undoubtedly fail completely, as it fundamentally denies the second truth: the instinctive nature of humans to wield magic.

Eradicating human desires to uphold cosmic principles is not the way of sages, for human desires are intrinsic to cosmic principles. Whether Earthlings or Otherworlders, the vast majority of people cannot abandon their yearning for great power.

Secondly, the perpetual existence of magic dictates that Kyushu absolutely must not follow Earth’s developmental pathway—it’s akin to cutting off one’s legs and replacing them with wheels, a loss that outweighs the gains.

Therefore, all things considered, there is only one ideal solution: to tame force with literature, using ethics and morality to curb the abuse of power. That is Kyushu’s best path forward.

Of course, the Western Continent also has magic, but why hasn’t power there run rampant?

It must be noted that magic in the Western Continent is largely monopolized by the Church Court.

In most circumstances, monopoly is never a positive term. The benefits of monopoly may be evident, but the downsides are equally severe, and often overlooked.

In reality, the Church Court monopolized the entire political and cultural sphere of the Human Race’s nations in the Western Continent. Kyushu must not attempt their methods if it wants reform.

This is because facts have already shown that with the active intervention of Earthlings, the Church Court’s monopolistic position will only continue to diminish. Otherwise, why else would they lower their stature to collaborate with Earthlings?

"Enough talk, open it as I demanded! Seeing your panic, could it really be just as I suspected?"

The leader said this, immediately stepping back cautiously while drawing his waist blade.

"What’s happening outside? Why is it so noisy?"

At that moment, a female voice came from inside the carriage. It sounded young, but carried a hint of irritation.

Immediately, the door burst open, and Tangmo bent down, stepping out with a posture that exuded frustration as she glared at the surrounding guards.

The guards widened their eyes, staring at the petite girl with a veiled face.

She had deep auburn hair and wore a pristine white priestess robe trimmed in gold. Though her face was hidden behind a veil, her charm remained undiminished.

Just one look at her sparkling, lively eyes could lead anyone to assume that she was a small, sweet, and beautiful girl.

The girl’s pale, delicate hands tightly grasped a staff embedded with a Magic Crystal.

If this had been seen by travelers from the Western Continent, they would undoubtedly have fled in terror.

Because, in essence, the specs of a magic wand on the Western Continent often correspond directly to the mage’s power. Provoking a mage wielding such a wand would have unimaginable consequences.

However, these Eastern Continent guards did not understand any of this; their minds were filled with only one thought—that the girl was exceptionally beautiful.

Tangmo’s icy brows furrowed, her cold gaze sweeping over each guard. Her expression was one of disdain, as though she were staring at trash, a look that simultaneously offended and sent chills through the hearts of others.

"Make these petty scoundrels retreat immediately. Otherwise, even if the saints spare them, I absolutely will not forgive them."

Tangmo spoke in an authoritative tone, her voice cold as if delivering angelic judgment.

Though Tangmo acted with no shame before Luo’er, when she became serious, her demeanor carried undeniable gravity. After all, being an elder sister to so many gave her the authority to act in this manner.

"Understood." Cheng Ziang nodded respectfully.

"Who are you? State your name!"

The leader seemed undeterred by Tangmo’s presence. He shook his head in slight defiance, raising his voice to question her warily.

"You’re not qualified to understand." Tangmo cast him a cold glance before turning to head back into the carriage.

"Wait! Stop right there!"

In desperation, the man reached out recklessly, attempting to grab Tangmo’s clothing.

At that moment, the magic in the air abruptly distorted. The entire space felt frozen, all sound vanishing completely.

When a person’s sense of hearing—a key sense—is sealed, the effects can be quite severe.

The most immediate sensation was the inability to remain steady; any slight movement led to loss of balance.

Secondly, the absence of sound created an illusion of frozen time, plunging individuals into a state of sluggishness, with their minds unable to think clearly.

It was evident to all that Tangmo had merely turned around and waved her wand, and the entire space shifted into this silent abyss.

For the Advance Team, this magic was impressive but not unheard of; it was simply the Silence Magic they had learned since childhood.

However, Tangmo had not cast the Silence Magic herself, as this particular magic, though capable of instant activation, typically had a limited range.

To create a Silence Magic of such an enormous scope, Tangmo’s raw talent would require at least fifteen seconds to gather sufficient magic energy.

But for one specific type of individual, this feat could still be accomplished instantly—that is, the Demigods.

In reality, it was Fulajie’er who had cast the Silence Magic. Within the Advance Team, this kind of protocol was well-practiced: the mage would feign casting magic, while the supporting Demigod performed the spell. Not only was it faster, but the effects were also more potent.

After roughly ten seconds, Fulajie’er finally withdrew the domain, restoring sound once more within the enclosed space, making everyone feel as if time had resumed its flow and colors returned to their surroundings.

"This was but a minor lesson. If you act recklessly again, do not blame me for showing no mercy."

Tangmo issued an icy warning before turning back to re-enter the carriage.

The guards stood paralyzed, as if petrified, taking an excruciatingly long time to recover from the incident. The leader felt an intense chill surge from deep within his heart, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Still, despite his fear, he stubbornly held his ground, pointing his blade toward the carriage and shouting loudly, "It’s nothing but street tricks—you may fool the rabble, but you cannot deceive me. Capture them; they’re spies from the wildlands!"

"You truly refuse to acknowledge defeat until you see your own coffin, don’t you?" Cheng Ziang scoffed coldly, observing the guards’ restless movements, his voice dripping with mockery.

Feng abruptly unsheathed his longsword, performing a dramatic flourish with it, further heightening the tension. Hu Daoke and Baiyue also raised their Yuanzi guns, readying themselves for battle.

Even with tensions rising to the verge of conflict, Cheng Ziang refused to abandon the prospect of resolving the situation peacefully.

He fixed his gaze on the leader and spoke coldly: "We come from the west as friends of the Huayu family. Back in Hua State, even their Patriarch, Huayu Ting, would not dare offend us. You petty scoundrels insist on digging your own graves."

"That’s the Huayu family. This is the Anxiang family. Huayu Ting might fear you, but we do not. I don’t care who you are back in Hua State, here in Qi State, whether you are a dragon, you must cower, or a tiger, you must submit. Don’t try any tricks on me."

Hearing his words, Cheng Ziang laughed bitterly in disbelief, shaking his head as he asked with thinly veiled frustration, "And what if I were to kill you?"

"I’m a member of the Anxiang Clan. If you dare kill me, you won’t last a moment here in Qi State or anywhere else, for that matter."

Though his voice carried bravado, the moment Cheng Ziang spoke of killing him, the leader instinctively stepped back two paces, increasing the distance between them.

As expected.

Cheng Ziang had merely been baiting, and the man predictably revealed his identity, thinking this could intimidate Cheng Ziang.

Yet Cheng Ziang firmly believed that the Anxiang Clan would hardly risk an open confrontation with the Advance Team over an insignificant figure like him.

Huayu Ting’s experiences had taught Cheng Ziang an undeniable truth: within great families, blood ties were often fragile. And other major clans were no exception.

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