Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan at the bottom of Biquan Mountain was pushed hard by something.

He fell back and a wound opened up from his collarbone to his chest, splattering blood all over Xuan Ji's body.

"Lingyuan!" Xuan Ji didn't care about the blood and rushed to support him.

He saw a flash of silver on the wound and recognized it. "Mithril?"

Where did they get mithril bullets in this godforsaken place?

Sheng Lingyuan furrowed his brow and dipped his finger in the blood, tasting it. "Yan Qiushan."

"What? Yan Qiushan?"

"It's the forging technique. I forgot about this issue."

The Gold Forging Technique had long been forgotten, and if it weren't for Yan Qiushan, who happened to inherit the knowledge, Sheng Lingyuan would have never remembered its existence.

When he abandoned the technique, all that remained in his heart was hatred and desolation. In a fit of stubbornness, he even placed a deadly curse on his possessions to prevent anyone from touching them.

However, his original intention for passing on the knowledge was to protect someone. He had always thought that one day he would be unable to protect the Sword Spirit, so he devoted himself to studying the Gold Forging Technique, constantly refining it, hoping to leave behind a set of "armor" that could protect the Sword Spirit for life.

Those who received the inheritance of the Gold Forging Technique, theoretically, would convey fatal injuries to him as the protector... but in the past, the Gold Forging Technique could not surpass the "heavenly rules", and injuries could not be rebounded to the heavenly demon from afar.

Only now, with the suppression of the demonic power in the Sheng Lingyuan, approaching that of mortals, could the owner of the Gold Forging Technique establish a connection.

Xuan Ji was covered in blood, but at least he didn't have to speak.

He could understand the situation through their mental connection, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

It was definitely not a pleasant feeling to have something given to him, only to have it taken away without even seeing it. It was like receiving a love letter from someone, only to have it picked up by someone else without your knowledge.

It was uncomfortable. Moreover, the item had become an antique over the years and was quite valuable, so he couldn't just ask for it back.

At the same time, he felt a little guilty towards Yan Qiushan.

The person who wrote the "love letter" was a deadly weapon, even a piece of paper from them could be poisonous, let alone a letter that could kill with a single stroke.

If it weren't for Captain Yan's luck, it would have been manslaughter.

Sheng Lingyuan deserved to take a bullet of mithril for him.

He stared at Sheng Lingyuan's wound, feeling a mix of pain, jealousy, guilt, and frustration.

It was a bitter taste that made him want to bite someone.

Xuan Ji was shamelessly honest, revealing everything that he had hidden deep inside.

Sheng Lingyuan could only laugh and cry as he pressed on his wound, "It's my fault... But isn't this 'mithril' your thing? How did it end up hitting Yan Qiushan?"

Xuan Ji suddenly realized what had happened and roughly guessed the situation.

The essence of the Echo Sound was "resonance," which could turn all grievances into stones that smashed into the seal of Chiyuan.

However, the field agents of the Bureau were not easily provoked, and the number of ordinary people affected by abnormal energy events was still very small.

In this world, ordinary people are the majority, while those with special abilities are rare and have their own self-protection abilities, so they don't have to worry too much about their personal safety. When both sides are evenly matched, no one will act recklessly.

Even the strongest prejudices and suspicions can only lead to verbal arguments, which are not enough to cause greater turmoil.

With time and calmness, everyone can always find new ways to coexist peacefully.

Then what kind of tricks can those who stir up trouble behind the scenes play?

If you want to quickly escalate conflicts, you must break the "balance of power" by making ordinary people realize that they can deal with those with special abilities, shattering their calmness and making them uneasy.

"Excuse me," Xuan Ji frowned, "if the mithril that targets only those with special abilities is leaked, won't it lead to further restrictions on special abilities people in the future?"

In public places, using mithril for "security checks" could easily ban special ability individuals from entering. This would inevitably lead to discrimination, persecution, resistance, and escalating conflicts, creating a vicious cycle.

The rift between ordinary people and those with special abilities would become an insurmountable impasse.

Unless the Bureau has the ability to immediately cut off this vicious cycle - either by forcibly equipping everyone in the world with a shield within an hour, or by finding and eliminating Luo Cuicui and the mastermind behind the scenes.

Neither of these options seems feasible at the moment.

The shield issue is unrealistic, and Luo Cuicui is nowhere to be found, with a false demon king who has swallowed three powerful heavenly demons by his side.

The only two people in the world who can fight him are trapped in this deep pit and cannot escape!

Xuan Ji said, "I think they want to use this Vermilion Bird bone to trap us here. We have to..."

As soon as the words "get out quickly" were not finished, he suddenly "heard" Sheng Lingyuan's warning through their connection. The two of them flew backwards at the same time - only to see Sheng Lingyuan's blood flowing to the ground, some of which fell on the remains of the Vermilion Bird through the dense green vines and leaves.

This is really a narrow road for enemies.

The great Heavenly Demon carried half of the magic of Chiyuan, and faced the last Fire-keeper of the Vermilion Bird clan "provocatively".

The Vermilion Bird bones seemed to be "angered", and the green vines and tendrils that were originally spread on the bones surged like waves, avoiding Xuan Ji, and suddenly lifted Sheng Lingyuan up, and then rolled over his head and face, trying to pat him down.

Sheng Lingyuan had nowhere to hide, so he had to jump up and climb up the bronze cauldron.

The ground began to shake as rocks and debris of all sizes tumbled down the mountainside. Then came a loud rumbling sound that echoed throughout the deep pit, mixed with the roars of beasts and the screeches of giant birds.

Unable to use his fire, Xuan Ji could still transform into a sword.

With a quick movement, he turned into a heavy sword and fell beside Sheng Lingyuan.

Sheng Lingyuan picked up the sword and swung it at the green vine that was thrashing about with its teeth and claws.