Chapter 12413

The headquarters of the Termination Committee.

While drinking the spiritual wine, Zhang Fengxiao played with the newly acquired divine fragment, a nonchalant smug look on his face.

At the same time, there was also some disappointment.

"I thought there would be some extra benefits, but in the end all I got was a fragment of a god."

Zhang Fengxiao shook his head.

From any perspective, his ability to decipher the racetrack code was a clear case of him outmaneuvering the mysterious racetrack operator.

Unfortunately, judging from the results, the track's favoritism towards that person was limited to making it easier to finish the track; there were no other additional rewards.

But in any case, this was ultimately a great success.

If he can steal the first opportunity today, he can naturally steal it a second and a third time in the future. It's not difficult for him to snatch all the benefits that the track has prepared for that person.

This is an enormous fortune.

Let alone this cunning second son who betrayed his family, even the top aristocratic families would be extremely envious.

One fragment of a godhood might not tempt you, but what about ten, twenty, or even fifty or a hundred?
How could I not be tempted?
Zhang Fengxiao had already foreseen that the top aristocratic families would inevitably get involved, and it was highly probable that they would fight each other, or even trigger a war between the aristocratic families.

What he needs to do is seize this window of opportunity before that happens and try to gain as much benefit as possible for himself.

"Young Master Zhang's involvement is truly extraordinary!"

Yang Qing'er came over with a face full of joy to flatter him. With Zhang Fengxiao in charge, she was indeed much less worried.

Zhang Fengxiao glanced at her: "What are you doing offline? Go back to the track lobby and keep an eye on things."

"what?"

Yang Qing'er was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant: "I have already given instructions to have my men keep an eye out for racetrack coded messages. If they find any suspicious coded messages, they should report it immediately."

Zhang Fengxiao looked at her like she was an idiot: "Your most important task right now is to keep an eye on the mysterious person on the track. If he makes any further moves, you must be there immediately, otherwise it will arouse suspicion."

"I understand."

Recalling the last incident, Yang Qing'er broke out in a cold sweat; she had really gotten carried away this time.

However, Yang Qing'er immediately hesitated, "But how can I be sure it's that person? What if I guess wrong? Wouldn't that be even more troublesome?"

She was lucky last time, but that doesn't mean she'll be lucky every time.

She at least has that much self-awareness.

Zhang Fengxiao said disdainfully, "Who says you have to guess every time? You just need to keep your people silent at the scene. Once he finishes the race and it's confirmed that it's him, then you can celebrate. What can anyone suspect about you?"

Yang Qing'er realized what she meant and gave a wry smile: "I overcomplicated things."

Previously, everyone was questioning her, so she had to use this method to prove herself. But now, after Zhang Fengxiao's actions, most people believe that the End Emperor is real.

Choosing a prudent strategy at this time means that even if there are occasional dissenting voices, they will not shake the fundamentals.

"Then I'll go."

Yang Qing'er immediately went online.

Zhang Fengxiao shook his head dismissively: "A brainless idiot."

Yang Qing'er was considered an extremely shrewd woman by others, but in his eyes, she was really not very bright.

To be precise, he considered the vast majority of people to be idiots, no different from stray dogs on the roadside.

However, there are advantages to being a fool; at least you're easier to use.

Track lobby.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the finale, Lin Yi searched around for the racetrack's secret codes.

The results will come quickly.

It's the familiar Emperor's Circuit again.

The goal this time is to become a prodigy.

Compared to the previous coded language like "Heavenly Khan," "A Generation of Heroes" seems much more normal; at least most people can understand what it means.

After all, in a place like Tianjun, there is no shortage of geniuses; you can hit a whole bunch of them with a single brick.

This is also the understanding of the vast majority of participants in these tracks.

Lin Yi glanced at the top ten characters on the list, all of them young emperors. The association of prodigies with emperors is a common understanding among most people.

Little did they know that the term "a peerless emperor" had a specific meaning in the secular world.

From the very beginning, the track had its own standard answer.

Even if these young emperors are portrayed very well, including the top-ranked player, their achievement points are only barely reaching the threshold of eighty, far from triggering the end of the race.

Lin Yi quietly entered the venue.

"Born from a pool of blood, grasping the essence of blood! Temujin's name is the war drum, the fledgling eagle of the steppe is destined to devour the sky!"

"Losing his father at nine and abandoned by his family! Shooting his half-brother to seize the right to survive, he forged the heart of a wolf king in the face of adversity!"

At first, it didn't attract much attention. In the eyes of the public, it was at most a different approach, an attempt to create a grassland emperor, nothing new.

Until someone notices the achievement points.

"No? This is already forty points?"

Everyone looked confused.

From any perspective, this start was merely average; there were many more impressive plays in the game.

But to get forty achievement points with such a mediocre start is truly baffling.

For a moment, everyone felt a sense of absurdity.

The track feels like a simp.

Before the other person even fired a shot, he pretended to fall down, just to make the other person's shooting skills seem more accurate.

Frankly speaking, such a thought is absolutely disrespectful to the racetrack.

In the past, no one would have dared to have such a thought, let alone show any disrespect for the racetrack, since they still had to make a living here.

But now, the contrast is too stark, and everyone feels unbalanced.

Why?

"Fight the Merkit to reclaim my beloved wife! Shoot an arrow through the clouds to summon my old comrades, and let the flames of revenge ignite throughout Mongolia!"

"Although the Battle of the Thirteen Wings was a defeat, it was still glorious! The defeat actually attracted many tribes to surrender, and the name of benevolence and righteousness spread throughout the grasslands!"

"Unify Mongolia, sweep away all tribes with a bow! Flatten the Tatars, Kereit, and Naiman, and the felt-tent tribes will become an iron torrent!"

"In 1206, Genghis Khan was proclaimed Khan on the Onon River! His title resounded throughout the heavens, and the Great Mongol Empire was born!"

With achievement points exceeding eighty, he directly rose to the top of the leaderboard.

Everyone was collectively shocked and bewildered.

They were completely captivated by the awe-inspiring presence of the eagle of the grasslands. Even the former number one on the leaderboard dared not claim that their character was more fleshed out or more domineering.

Most importantly, they have begun to realize who their opponents are.

"The End Emperor! It's the End Emperor again!"

Before anyone knew it, Yang Qing'er had led the members of the Termination Society to the front of the track.

However, unlike before, she didn't boast, but simply stayed quietly there.

This solemn demeanor, ironically, created a strange sense of awe, and for a moment, no one dared to raise their voice. (End of Chapter)