Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 396 - 398: Such a major event naturally falls on the shoulders of you young people.

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"Ah, this... it's not my responsibility," came a slightly hoarse voice.

"Don't mention that bunch of bastards. Once we break through the Martial Alliance and restore the grand era of martial arts, we'll definitely abolish all this so-called technology. Technology is nothing but an external object," the senior brother said irritably, interrupting his junior.

"No, my eyesight is definitely not failing me; it just moved a moment ago," as a Martial Artist, the junior brother wouldn't have such an illusion unless he encountered someone of the same level or someone far beyond his own strength.

"According to our intelligence, it should be here," the senior brother also let out a sigh of relief, at least the information was correct.

"Alright, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't hold up your grand undertaking any longer. I'll be taking my leave now."

"But can we really win? The Umbrella Company..."

"In fact, you think I'm a Martial Artist, but in reality, I'm not a Martial Artist at all. Besides, this body of mine has changed hands several times, and the Martial Artists didn't treat me as a predecessor. If they had, they should have let me rest in peace by now," Qin Muye said leisurely, getting up and stretching his body.

"Predecessor, you are a Martial Artist. Now..."

"What? You can't be seeing things, right? This predecessor has been dead for thirteen years. How could he possibly move?" the senior brother said, startled by the remark.

"Senior brother, did we really just come in?" came a voice filled with disbelief.

"Senior brother, what should we do now..." the junior brother said with a bitter tone, as they had indeed found their target, but were unable to take it away, which left them helpless.

"Senior brother... I just saw the corpse move a little," the junior brother suddenly spoke out.

"Hiss~ As expected of a supreme Martial Artist, this aura is too terrifying. No wonder the Elder Council preserved it in the deepest place. If we managed to inherit this predecessor's legacy, the situation might completely turn around," the senior brother said, drawing in a cold breath.

"The Martial Alliance paid a huge price for us to get in here, we need to quickly find the remains of that supreme Martial Artist. If we can unlock its mysteries, we can definitely make the Elder Council pay a price," another voice said with hatred.

"Let's get out of here first, lest we get discovered by the Court's hounds," the senior brother said, leading his junior out of the warehouse, and the oppressive presence they felt earlier eased significantly.

"Kid, don't preach benevolence to others if you haven't suffered their hardships. Old fools like me simply can't shoulder such tasks of saving the world and upholding justice. It's only young talents like you who can accomplish them," Qin Muye retorted, pouring a mouthful of 'poison chicken soup' into him.

"This predecessor has been dead for thirteen years, yet his corpse still emits such a terrifying Martial Arts Will. How strong was he in life, no wonder he was referred to as invincible," the junior brother was also shocked, having originally thought the Martial Alliance was exaggerating. But upon actually encountering it, he realized they hadn't exaggerated at all but had seriously underestimated it.

"We'll have to think of another way," the senior brother also said unwillingly, for what else could they do? If their deaths could exchange for this supreme Martial Artist's corpse to be taken back to the Martial Alliance, they would do it without hesitation.

After all, for them, this was the corpse of a supreme Martial Artist, a treasure of the highest order. To bury it would be a waste. Even if they couldn't unlock its secrets, keeping it as a collection would still add to their foundation.

But the junior brother didn't say anything. He was also part of it, reaping the benefits of resources. Outsiders could speak and curse, but not him. Martial Artists protected by the Martial Alliance couldn't do that.

From the start, they never had any chance of victory.

The moment it was opened, both men stiffened, overwhelmed by the terrifying aura that left them unable to catch their breath.

If any person or power had helped him be buried and rested in peace, Qin Muye would certainly have spared their lives; alas, there was none.

For Qin Muye, whether it was a Secret Spirit Master or a Martial Artist, or even the Federation, they were all no good, respectful in words but not in deeds. If they were truly respectful, they would have buried him instead of all this trouble.

Then, lights continually flickered on, and the sound of urgent but uniform footsteps approached from afar.

And with this kind of presence, not to mention them, even the True Martial Rank Elders in the Martial Alliance couldn't get close. So this task was simply impossible.

The two walked through the Elder Council's treasury without even turning on the lights, stubbornly believing that by not turning them on they wouldn't be detected.

Before the other could speak again to persuade, Qin Muye had completely vanished.

Quickly, with the detailed intelligence they somehow obtained, they worked together to open the warehouse.

Seeing this scene, they could no longer worry about Qin Muye, for they knew they had been exposed and had to consider their own safety now, otherwise, death was likely the easiest outcome they could hope for.

Even if not death, they couldn't avoid torture and interrogation since they were Martial Artists, an organization opposed to the Federation.

With such terrifying pressure, they couldn't think of taking the body away, they couldn't even get close.

But what they didn't know was that there was something called infrared cameras, which could see things even in the darkness.

The trouble was they couldn't afford to die in vain, they had to get the message back to the Martial Alliance, that was the priority.

Unfortunately, they were dealing with Qin Muye, and the premise of moral coercion is to have morals in the first place—Qin Muye did have them, just a little more flexible, that's all.

The old-timers lived in isolation from the world, not even understanding television, let alone higher technology.

The Federation definitely wanted to capture them alive, not only for the sake of the Martial Alliance but also because of the extraordinary Martial Artist who had come back to life. After all, nothing like this had happened in the past thirteen years despite multiple exchanges of hands; but as soon as they arrived, trouble arose, leading the Federation to suspect they had come with the intention to revive this powerful Martial Artist.

In the Secret Martial lineage, there is a specific tradition of training one's Eye Power, for how can one resist an enemy's attack or find their weaknesses with insufficient vision?

To Martial Artists, military equipment surely counts as external objects, and even today they scorn such things, but their scorn does not mean the weapons cannot harm them.

Raising a Martial Artist to the True Martial Rank can take decades or even a century, yet a single grenade can end everything in an instant—and the production of that grenade takes only a few minutes.

Qin Muye's words left the two speechless, but the elder of them, pressing on, said, "Senior, the Secret Martial is in a critical juncture, we hope you can set aside past grievances and join forces against the Federation, to act righteously and save the people."

Now, all of the Martial Alliance's hopes rested upon the corpse of this supreme Martial Artist; there could be no mistakes, whether it was real or not, at least they had to secure it first.

When the younger heard his elder's words, he too fell silent. As a Martial Artist who hadn't been involved in the great war as a child, he had seen the break-in at the Secret Martial's base, and the formidable military firepower was nothing Martial Artists could contend with.

The elder's expression grew solemn, and he decisively said, "Please, senior, come out of seclusion. Now that Martial Arts have declined and our lands have been taken by commoners, how can we be content?"

Currently, just facing each other, they were already unable to move, even their voices trembled when they spoke.

To think the corpse of this mighty Martial Artist was lying right there, yet the pressure surrounding it was nearly solidifying into matter. They suspected even steel would be crushed to dust if put inside; perhaps a True Martial Rank Martial Artist's body was as hard as steel, but they were not.

A string of moral obligations pressed down upon them, the exploitation of morality was performed quite expertly.

Thus, these stubborn ones were hoarding the glory of the past like sewer rats, even dreaming one day of restoring their former splendor.

So naturally, they hadn't realized they had already been discovered by the Elder Council, who had refrained from acting only to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Even if they managed to secure it, with the current state of the Martial Alliance, they had nowhere to store it; the terrifying pressure might just collapse the entire Martial Alliance.

After hearing this, the expressions of both changed dramatically; the elder had only wanted to make an attempt, but who would have thought it was really alive, making the whole development turn bizarre.

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This action didn't just scare the two Martial Artists, but also the Elder Council who thought themselves the oriole behind the praying mantis; such a formidable old creature was actually alive.

Capturing just two people meant nothing; wiping out the remnants of the Martial Alliance would rid them of a potential threat for good.