Chapter 1001: Edited: 470 Conquer or Be Conquered?

Chapter 1001: Edited: Chapter 470 Conquer or Be Conquered?

An off-road vehicle sped across the wilderness.

“How much longer?”

Shen Ye asked.

“Take a look back—once you can’t see the city anymore, that’s when we’ll truly enter unknown territory.” Zhang Xiaoyi replied.

He gripped the steering wheel, sitting in the driver’s seat.

Nangong Sirui sat in the front passenger seat.

The rear seat was occupied by Shen Ye and the long-haired girl named Su Su.

—who was, in fact, the Parasitic Empress.

Nangong Sirui didn’t know her identity.

Zhang Xiaoyi didn’t either.

The two listened to music, appearing quite relaxed.

After all, they hadn’t entered the dangerous area yet, and along the way, there were plenty of explorers camping and resting by the roadside.

The vehicle jolted.

Shen Ye stared at the scenery of the wilderness, his expression somewhat lost.

This wilderness…

Looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Where could it have been?

A vague thought darted around in his mind, just on the verge of surfacing.

But he felt something was still missing.

He sighed, dismissing the thought, and began to evaluate his own situation.

Should he clue the two in?

After some deliberation, he decided not to disclose the truth hastily.

—With the current situation, if Nangong Sirui and Zhang Xiaoyi realized a monster was among them, they might instinctively show signs of nervousness.

Wouldn’t that immediately tip off the Parasitic Empress?

Shen Ye glanced at the girl.

Su Su was curled up against the seat, her head resting on the window, seemingly asleep.

She looked just like an ordinary human girl.

But what girl would look identical to the Parasitic Empress?

Shen Ye retracted his gaze, observing the wilderness outside the window, silently pondering his next steps.

The boss was right here—

This meant he couldn’t use the Power of Truth.

The wilderness was so perilous.

…He needed to figure out a way to survive.

First.

He was accustomed to fighting using entries.

Excluding the Truth Entries, the available ones were:

War Dance Songstress, Master Wei, Encounter at the Jade Terrace Under the Moon Skill System, Creator, Hottest Idol max.

The entry “Encounter at the Jade Terrace Under the Moon Skill System” was unusable.

Firstly, because it was related to the Three Techniques and could inadvertently reveal secrets;

Secondly, because his Dharma Aspect was still in the process of evolving and couldn’t even fully manifest.

“Creator” was also out of the question.

—Using Truth Creation would be a blatant giveaway too.

That left “War Dance Songstress,” “Master Wei,” and “Hottest Idol max.”

He could only rely on those three entries.

Oh, right, there was also the newly generated “Blood Worker.”

The description read: “Diligent and steadfast, unwavering in one’s duties.”

—No need to bother with that one.

Sword Techniques…

Long Hatred was a top-tier sword technique.

Entries, sword techniques.

Looking at it this way, his usable resources were rather limited.

Shen Ye turned his attention back to the three usable entries.

—He absolutely had to maximize the effectiveness of those three entries!

Besides that, there was another option—

Split into two groups.

As long as the Parasitic Empress wasn’t nearby, he could fight however he wanted!

The vehicle suddenly began to slow down.

Shen Ye snapped out of his thoughts, looking ahead.

“What’s that?”

He asked.

A massive group of vacant-eyed humans trudged slowly across the barren rocky terrain.

There were tens of thousands of them.

Looking into the distance, it was impossible to see the end of them.

“A procession of Living Corpses—what a nuisance, why did we have to run into them now?”

Nangong Sirui frowned and said.

“Such a pain, we’ll have to fight for a while before we can pass through.” Zhang Xiaoyi said.

“There are too many of them; the stench of blood could attract monsters, and we likely won’t make it to the safehouse before nightfall,” Nangong Sirui said.

The vehicle slowed further.

The horde of living corpses, drawn by the sound of the car engine, began to shuffle in their direction.

Nangong Sirui and Zhang Xiaoyi started grabbing their weapons.

The ominous atmosphere of battle quietly filled the air.

Shen Ye remained silent for one breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

No—

If he was already conspicuous enough to draw the attention of the Parasitic Empress.

Then.

Behaving too “normal” would actually be the real giveaway.

What’s the ultimate way to avoid showing any flaws?

Authenticity.

Only authenticity withstands scrutiny.

Just respond and act naturally.

That way, there’d be no cracks!

“Hold up.”

Shen Ye spoke.

The two people in the front turned to look at him.

“Do we need to split responsibilities?” Nangong Sirui asked.

“I’ll take care of the flanks, Nangong handles the front, and you cover the rear?” Zhang Xiaoyi suggested.

“No, I’ll negotiate with them, see if they’ll clear a path for us.” Shen Ye said.

Negotiate with living corpses?

Nangong Sirui and Zhang Xiaoyi exchanged glances.

—Was he serious?

—You’re asking me? Who should I ask?

Shen Ye, however, had already made up his mind.

Little tricks were useless.

The visit of the Parasitic Empress undoubtedly carried significant purpose.

So he’d better meet it head-on.

Shen Ye rolled down the window, took a deep breath, and shouted:

“Could you step aside? We’re on a tight schedule and need to make it to a concert!”

The entry “Hottest Idol max” activated!

The living corpses stopped in their tracks but didn’t clear a path, standing in place as though momentarily undecided.

Shen Ye whistled.

“War Dance Songstress” activated!

A line of faint glowing text appeared in the air:

“Hottest Idol max temporarily upgraded to 1-tier, ascending to Top-tier King.”

Shen Ye pursed his lips, gesturing to the horde of living corpses:

“Yo, my friends over here, could you make some space for us?”

“Thanks for the support!”

“I love you all!”

In the next moment.

The living corpses erupted in excited cheers.

They fixated on Shen Ye, waving their arms, as if he were a dearly loved relative from their past lives.

A path.

Was cleared.

“Is this even plausible?”

Zhang Xiaoyi shouted incredulously.

“Let’s go.” Nangong Sirui urged.

The off-road vehicle roared and quickly shot through the path opened by the living corpses.

Shen Ye jumped onto the car roof, forming his hand into a fist like a makeshift microphone, waving and greeting the crowd around them.