A plain little village temple.
The second team of detectives from White Snake Town’s Detective Agency stood before their newly deployed detective tech, marveling at… the countryside’s darkness. Mind-blowing!
A city’s hustle drowns out its vibe—too many people, tangled logic, and big bosses’ networking games that just piss you off. Unless you flash some wildly fresh gimmick, all the emotional baggage in the world’s useless.
In this mess of info and rumors, even wielding a “Mountain-Splitting Key” won’t cut it. The agency used to send folks to the second team, throwing wild parties and festivals, and yeah, the second team’s hype was climbing. But that buzz? Short-lived.
Those folks were just a passing breeze. Let that vibe fester, and they’d morph into the first team, not the second. It’s all pointless—empty rooms when the first team’s off, no way they’re legit cheering for the second.
Not a great plan. As a pro detective agency, they ditched this lame tactic fast, digging into serious folks’ books for fresh, clever tricks.
Case in point: a second-team puppet perched on a mailbox pillar’s panel, scoping things out. Not many folks around—a good sign, since hardly anyone showed up just to bounce quick.
For someone like you, experience don’t matter. Low experience? Doesn’t matter if it’s 1000, 10,000, or 100,000. The key’s high-skill, low-turnaround know-how.
Xinyang County’s rural future experience points got that trustworthy quality—bet they won’t spill that secret!
A detective on stage C unfurled, shouting, “We’re chilling here a while, so keep in touch, yeah!”
“Kids, go for it!”
“I’ll open the door for ya! No clue how urgent that is, though!”
“Thanks, Simple! Simple!”
A manager in the audience roared, and the villagers’ excitement surged, joined by the second-team detectives’ unified chant.
As the youngsters’ voices rang out, the stage detective and the manager below got swept up in a glow of hope.
But during this send-off, a series of parties and mid-air chaos erupted with some heavy noise interference.
The stage’s vibe and sound shook hard, making everyone freeze, then head toward the source of the racket with the crowd.
Two massive beasts soared through the sky, like thunder rumbling past, a real-as-hell sight zooming overhead. A huge gust whipped through, the noise blasting the sky out, their hair dancing wild in the air.
Some got the effect, some didn’t, some played dumb, some posed for style—this drama could only half-ass a shift, settling scores unevenly.
“What the hell was that? No context, just… something flew by.”
“No way. What could zip past with that kind of impact?”
Some idols who didn’t catch it rubbed their eyes and hair, muttering in a daze, while the team’s manager and one idol froze.
They were the idol manager and trainee who’d met Filo’s crew before.
Hezuo Idol Agency’s boss-cum-manager watched, his lips curling, then trembling slightly.
“No ordinary stuff, huh? Not just that—this… no wonder they didn’t want to be idols. If they did, humanity’s fans wouldn’t be ready,” the boss said, pulling a towel from his pocket, awkwardly wiping sweat off his brow.
The trainee idol stood gobsmacked, highest-ranked and sharpest-eyed in the second team. In that split second, she caught it clear.
Two giant dragons flew by!
One had a person on its back—the “rough jade” the boss once tried to recruit.
“Boss… that ain’t no rough jade. Hezuo Agency can’t handle that idol. If she debuted solo, she’d wipe out our second team… maybe even the first. That personality’s just too big…” the trainee mumbled, head tilted, brain-fried.
The dragons tore through the sky. Filo noticed the crowd below, patted Bingpo’s back, and said, “Fly higher. Too easy to spot.”
“Got it!”
Bingpo and Chiyan shot up from below the clouds to above, where airflow messed with their speed. The white haze offered no view—no wonder they didn’t start up here; they had their reasons.
Filo thought a sec, opened her stats panel, and scrolled the skill list. Countless skills popped up, but this time, she spotted a tiny word by the skill box.
[Filter]!
Well, damn, if she’d seen this earlier, it’d have saved some hassle.
Filo hit the filter button, pulling up the utility section. Her eyes scanned quickly, landing on the skills she wanted.
“Invisibility.”
“Aura Vanish.”
“Super Speed.”
Filo cast the three utility skills on everyone. Bingpo and Chiyan’s massive bodies faded into the surroundings, their every move leaving no trace, not even a whiff of aura.
“Speed up,” Filo said, sitting cross-legged on Bingpo’s back, relaxing with a sigh.
Bingpo and Chiyan nodded, zooming toward the Dragon World. They were still 30,000 kilometers out. Meanwhile, back at the villa, a disappointed Aleila went to close the window Filo left open.
But just as it was about to shut, a figure flashed in, bare white feet landing on the window frame, then hopping lightly into Aleila’s villa.
The girl turned to Aleila, one hand on her hip, head tilted at a forty-five-degree angle.
“Long time no see, human Great Sage~”