Chapter 740 - 233: Seven Swords Descend Upon Tianshan

"Where’s my bro?!"

The Old Driver jolted upright, then stared blankly at the Magical Girl across from him.

The purple-clad Magical Girl was standing there with a perfectly blank face.

Even though that exquisite, gorgeous face made the Old Driver zone out for a split second.

Even among Magical Girls, that kind of looks were extremely rare...

Even a well‑traveled guy like the Old Driver felt his heart skip.

And then his heart literally skipped.

The moment he realized who exactly this Magical Girl was, his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees.

Technically his body wanted to just pass out.

But the Old Driver didn’t dare—he was scared that if he blacked out, the next time he opened his eyes he’d already be in Hell.

Who doesn’t know how ruthless the Cyan Cloud Sect Leader is? Fainting in front of her is basically the same as suicide...

No, seriously, where’s my bro!

Right now his head and lungs were filled up with that brat Jiang Si.

My bro is this Magical Girl’s boyfriend.

If my bro were still here, sweet‑talking her on the pillow, maybe I could still scrape out a way to live!

"You..."

The Old Driver shuddered, almost losing control and leaking on the spot!

"You’re not from the New Witch Association."

Only when she spoke did the Old Driver’s respect for Jiang Si surge like a mighty river, endlessly flowing!

Bro, you’re fucking awesome, you actually managed to bag a girl like this!

One line out of her mouth and she’s about to scare a man into pissing himself.

You get to stick to this kind of girl every day—you’re the real legend of the Witch Association!

When her pupils locked onto him, it felt like the sky was caving in; that suffocating pressure.

The Old Driver already felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was about to die.

At this point it didn’t matter what she looked like anymore...

He didn’t even have the courage to take a second look. Even if she was as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, it was useless.

How the hell does my bro meet that gaze every day?

He trembled for a long time, unable to squeeze out a word, which was clearly trying her patience:

"Speak."

One word cured his sudden dumbness on the spot.

The Old Driver blurted out, "Talk, talk..."

"I’m asking about your identity."

Don’t tell me my bro actually told Zi Yuan even his own identity?

The Old Driver didn’t dare think too much; he just kept kowtowing. "Y‑yes yes yes, I’m not from the New Witch Association... and not from the Witch Association either! I, I’m under the Prince of Mirror Country!"

She said nothing; the Old Driver didn’t dare look up, just kept praying in his heart that his bro would come back and save him.

Bro, where the hell are you—get back here and drag your girlfriend away already!

I was wrong, I swear I’ll never be jealous of your Magical Girl waifu again...

"Prince of Mirror Country?"

"Y‑yes, His Highness the Prince told me to come to Headquarters, wait for a certain person, and get them out!"

"Who?"

The Old Driver thought for a moment, then decided to be honest. "Si Motu."

"How did you know he could get in?"

"His Highness said he definitely could get in," the Old Driver answered honestly. "I just had to wait until everything was over and then send him a message."

"When would it be over?"

"Th‑that, His Highness the Prince didn’t say."

Probably she’d set someone up to wait until the Iris Miracle Seed vanished, then they’d get the notification.

Roughly you could guess the flow.

The Prince had no way to send Si Motu in, so she told him to figure it out himself; if there was some way to send people in, she probably wouldn’t have needed Si Motu.

The Prince’s insider... or some other source of intel was supposed to wait for news that the Iris Miracle Seed had been stolen, and once they got it, immediately have the driver contact Si Motu to retreat.

They’d totally never considered what to do if Si Motu couldn’t enter Headquarters at all.

Should we say she was too naive, or that she trusted Si Motu way too much?

Still, in the end the plan technically did succeed.

No matter how bullshit the process, as long as it works, it’s a good plan.

"How are you supposed to contact Si Motu?"

This time the Old Driver hesitated for a moment.

Because if he said it, chances were high he’d get killed once he went back.

But he only hesitated for that moment.

Because if he didn’t say it, he’d die right now.

Either way he’s dead; might as well die a little later...

"I‑I have this!"

Before the purple Magic Power flared, the Old Driver hurriedly pulled out the last tool the Prince had given him.

It was a small mirror.

"This is the method His Highness the Prince gave me to contact Si Motu."

In his panic, the Old Driver directly tapped the button on the mirror.

"I, I can reach him, you..."

Before he could finish the sentence, the Old Driver saw Zi Yuan’s pocket light up.

Zi Yuan took out the Crystal Ball in her pocket.

That was a Witch Association Crystal Ball whose contact info only Xilan knew.

Staring at the flashing Crystal Ball, the Old Driver’s throat worked up and down.

For a moment, he felt dizzy.

"Maybe I messed it up."

The Old Driver instantly switched off the mirror.

The Crystal Ball in Zi Yuan’s hand went quiet.

He took a deep breath, then pressed the switch again.

And the Crystal Ball in Zi Yuan’s hand started flashing once more...

The Old Driver slammed his head into the floor, almost splitting his forehead open!

It’s over, completely over, Your Highness the Prince.

Si Motu’s already been taken out by Zi Yuan!

Such an important contact tool actually ended up in Zi Yuan’s hands—aside from him getting killed, what other explanation is there?

Who would’ve thought the New Witch Association’s rising legend would just end like this, muddled and anticlimactic!

He’d only been in the New Witch Association for three days, and the boss was already dead...

But now really wasn’t the time to be worrying about that!

I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die...

Even Si Motu got taken out; how the hell could he possibly get away!

In the very end, the Old Driver struggled and pulled out his phone.

Zi Yuan tilted her head, looking at him with a blank expression.