"Who is it?" Liu Xinbei looked at Xiao Yao Wuqing with genuine surprise. Deep down, he had always assumed that whether someone was born into a powerful noble family or an ancient aristocratic lineage, they would either be pampered sons addicted to pleasure or cowardly individuals obsessed with wealth and fearful of death.

But what surprised Liu Xinbei was that Xiao Yao Wuqing, far from showing any timidity, maintained an expression of utter composure. Surprise inevitably surfaced in his mind. "I advise you to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, if you swallow a few bullets meant for the dead, you’ll only have yourself to blame."

"I take it you people are from the Qing Gang? Are you afraid of the Black God Gang and planning to kidnap me to threaten the Xiao Yao Sect? Or has your Gang Leader simply lost his capability?"

Speaking recklessly was not a fault, nor was having a sharp tongue. However, people who displayed such fearlessness and could simultaneously cut straight to the crucial point were the most troublesome. Therefore, when Liu Xinbei heard those words, his brow furrowed.

"Haha, it seems I was right." Xiao Yao Wuqing gave a faint smile, a smile that baffled everyone standing nearby. This fellow, clearly aware that guns were pointed at his defenseless body, could still afford to laugh? Was this posturing, or was he truly fearless?

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you know." Liu Xinbei grunted, then continued, "You are correct; we are indeed from the Qing Gang. But you got the latter part wrong. First, we are not afraid of the Black God Gang. Second, whether our Gang Leader is useless is not for a junior like you to comment on."

"A fine thing to say. If it weren't for your useless Gang Leader, would he resort to kidnapping me?"

"Nonsense!"

"Nonsense? I certainly don't think so!"

"Stuff a gag in his mouth." Liu Xinbei clearly had no patience for further banter.

Those Qing Gang members holding the handguns felt that this person was simply a modern-day Tang Monk—incredibly swift and efficient. Before Xiao Yao Wuqing could utter another word, someone had already stuffed a cloth of unknown origin into his mouth.

Xiao Yao Wuqing managed a few muffled 'Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph!' sounds before giving up on screaming. After all, he knew that even if he yelled until his throat tore open, no one would pay attention. It was better to save his breath and keep his stomach warm.

"Young Master, it looks like they are heading back to the Qing Gang headquarters," Feng Shi whispered to Yang Yi in the rear, while cautiously following the two vans in front.

Yang Yi glanced over. He desperately wanted to know the identity of the youth the Qing Gang had kidnapped. However, if he and his group followed any closer, they were sure to be discovered. Thus, Yang Yi immediately instructed Feng Shi, "Yanran, stop the car. Don't follow anymore."

"Yes!"

"Yi, are you wondering who that youth the Qing Gang kidnapped is?" Xuanyuan Bing asked Yang Yi, whose expression was unreadable.

"Heh, this whole matter feels a bit suspicious!"

"Shall I go investigate?"

"You?" Yang Yi looked at Xuanyuan Bing doubtfully.

"Mm, don't worry. I'll be fine. Although I don't know the invisibility arts used by you Ancient Martial Artists, I can use my special ability!" Xuanyuan Bing smiled faintly and was already stepping out of the car as she spoke.

Yang Yi could only nod at her, closing the door. He said, "Bing'er, don't push yourself too hard if things get difficult. Be safe!"

"Mm!" Xuanyuan Bing's cheeks flushed slightly. Every time Yang Yi showed concern, she felt a sense of fullness in her heart.

After walking a few steps, Xuanyuan Bing checked her surroundings. Seeing no one nearby, she finally released her psychic energy index. In fact, the invisibility technique Xuanyuan Bing mentioned earlier was not a skill belonging to Ancient Martial Artists at all. Invisibility arts belonged to a profound mystical technique found in ancient, inherited sects—one of the Five Elements Evasion Arts.

Invisibility—it belongs to the origin of all things, concealed. It utilizes the particulate matter in the air, relying on one's true Qi to collide and generate friction, then using the feeling of Qi radiating outward to hide one's body amidst the air. This invisibility technique is called this in Huaxia, but to execute it, one's strength must have reached the level of a Primary Grandmaster or higher.

However, because many secrets relating to the Five Elements Evasion Arts were lost in the early days, very few people in modern Huaxia could master its true profound meaning—unless one considered the Ninjutsu of people like the Japanese. In fact, their Ninjutsu was also transmitted from Huaxia through illicit means!

At this moment, the reason Xuanyuan Bing could conceal her body within the air was entirely due to the correlation between her psychic energy index and the particles in the atmosphere, leveraging natural objects to obscure herself.

"First time using it. It looks like Bing'er's psychic energy index is draining quite heavily!" Yang Yi watched as Xuanyuan Bing appeared to vanish to others, but he, Yang Yi, could focus his divine sense and clearly see where she was, observing the ragged breaths she was taking.

"Young Master, what is the difference between the psychic energy index and the inner strength Qi we use?" Feng Shi voiced her question. She had always been eager to know the distinction between psychic energy index and inner strength Qi.

"The difference is vast. True Qi is the root of us martial artists; inner strength is our power. As for Espers, they are purely an evolution derived from the Five Elements Evasion Arts, because the psychic energy index is precisely the foundation needed to execute profound mystical techniques!"

"Foundation?" Feng Shi still seemed a little lost.

"Mm, this foundation is called 'spiritual power' in their Esper world. Espers rely on their powerful spiritual strength to manipulate the particulate matter in nature, thereby manifesting the weapons, objects, etc., they can imagine. But because everyone's constitution and spiritual power differ, they are consequently classified into multiple Esper systems!" Yang Yi spoke with a seemingly comprehensive understanding of Espers, detailing it perfectly.

"I see now. No wonder I always felt Espers seemed comparatively weaker. Since they inherently lack attack power and rely entirely on spiritual power to manipulate the elemental forces of nature!" Feng Shi mused thoughtfully.

Yang Yi remained silent. Although he felt Feng Shi's comment was somewhat blunt, it wasn't wrong. His gaze slowly drifted toward the distance, his mind preoccupied with unknown thoughts.

Meanwhile, at this time, Li Hun, after realizing Xiao Yao Wuqing had been abducted right under his nose, immediately called back to the Xiao Yao Sect and rushed back himself, preparing to accept punishment. However, upon returning to the Xiao Yao Sect, Li Hun stood silently behind a middle-aged man, his eyes fixed solely upon him.

In front of the middle-aged man was a painting of the Eight Steeds, which he stared at intently. An aura of imposing majesty, existing without anger, emanated from him, making Li Hun increasingly uneasy.

"You're saying Wuqing was captured by the Qing Gang?"

"Yes, Sect Master," Li Hun replied immediately upon hearing this.

"Are you certain it was the Qing Gang?" The middle-aged man asked with meticulous detail, yet he still didn't turn around.

"This old servant followed the vehicle that captured the Young Master all the way. Only after seeing them bring the Young Master into the Qing Gang did I turn back."

"Then why didn't you rescue him immediately, instead returning to accept punishment?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice growing tighter, and the inexplicable oppressive aura intensifying, Li Hun hastily knelt, quickly explaining, "Please punish this subordinate, Sect Master. Because I saw them capture the Young Master at this critical juncture, I surmise it is related to that Black God Gang."

"The Black God Gang again?" The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this. At this moment, he finally turned around.

He possessed a face that was slightly handsome and resolute, with thick, dark eyebrows. By all rights, such features should have marked him as a striking figure, but alas, the deep chill covering his face was jarringly incongruous with his handsomeness. Without needing to ask, this middle-aged man was the Sect Master of the Xiao Yao Sect, named 'Xiao Yao Qingxiong.' While the name sounded somewhat unusual, it truly suited the domineering presence of Xiao Yao Qingxiong.

"Yes, because recently the Qing Gang seems to have picked a fight with the Black God Gang."

"Hmph!" Xiao Yao Qingxiong snorted coldly, nearly terrifying the already fearful Li Hun half to death.

"Qing Long's audacity is growing! How dare he openly use my son to threaten me?" Although Xiao Yao Qingxiong's words left Li Hun somewhat confused, the man was clearly not simple; he seemed to have divined the reason for Xiao Yao Wuqing's capture at a glance.

"Sect Master, should we now go rescue the Young Master, or dispatch forces to deal with the Qing Gang...!"

Hearing Li Hun's suggestion, Xiao Yao Qingxiong suddenly burst into a strangely eerie laugh, at least that was how Li Hun perceived it. After the laughter subsided, Xiao Yao Qingxiong said, "You and a few others go to the Qing Gang's side. Ensure Wuqing's safety; you don't need to concern yourself with anything else!"

"Sect Master, do we not need to rescue the Young Master?" Li Hun asked, confused.

"Hm?" Xiao Yao Qingxiong furrowed his brow and uttered the sound.

Hearing this, Li Hun quickly replied, "Yes, your subordinate will do so immediately!"

"Remember, for the time being, do not let Wuqing leave the Qing Gang, but you must also guarantee his safety. If he suffers any harm, you don't need me to elaborate on the consequences, do you?"

"Yes! Sect Master, rest assured, this subordinate will certainly protect the Young Master well." A chill immediately ran through Li Hun's heart; he trembled from the depths of his soul at the Sect Master's words.