Chapter 119: The Mysterious Power
After a moment, Qingying fidgeted with her dress, her cheeks flushing crimson.
“W-where did you find these indecent clothes?”
“Who cares? Just wear them.”
Chen Yin looked at her with an appreciative gaze.
Qingying was tall and slender, and the black fishnet stockings perfectly accentuated her long, shapely legs, making them look like delectable dark chocolate. The tight leather top clung to her curves, emphasizing her ample bosom and perky bottom, a sight that would make any man’s mouth water.
Even Luo Luo blushed and covered her eyes, peeking through her fingers.
Qingying felt her face burning. She had never worn such revealing clothes in her life.
“Are you… done ogling me?”
She covered herself with her hands, her teeth gritted. “Can I change now?”
“Not a chance.”
Chen Yin grinned mischievously. “You’ll be wearing this all the way to the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain.”
“Chen Yin, you!”
“What? Trying to go back on your word after I just saved you?”
Chen Yin stepped closer, gently lifting her chin with his finger. “You said yourself that you would repay the favor in other ways.”
“Now, call me Master.”
“Dream on!” Qingying glared at him.
…It seemed the path to taming this wildcat was still long and arduous. Chen Yin sighed.
“So, who were you trying to kill?”
“A government official in this town.” Qingying’s eyes turned cold. “He’s a corrupt and evil man who preys on innocent women.”
“But he’s just a mortal. I didn’t expect him to have a Supreme Clarity Realm sword cultivator as a bodyguard.”
Chen Yin stroked his chin thoughtfully. “So there’s more to this than meets the eye?”
Seeing his expression, Qingying asked, “Are you going to get involved?”
“I can’t help but be curious.”
He said slowly, “I’ve never heard of such a mysterious and powerful organization before.”
…This power made him uneasy.
“I’ll go check it out. You two wait here.”
Luo Luo nodded obediently, while Qingying grumbled, “Can’t I at least change out of these clothes first?”
“As long as I don’t see it.”
Chen Yin wasn’t too strict. He raised an eyebrow. “Besides, don’t you think you look good in this outfit?”
“I…”
Qingying’s face flushed crimson, but she couldn’t say anything.
“I’m going.”
Under the moonlight, Chen Yin’s figure vanished into the night.
Meanwhile, in the backyard of the government office…
Ye Huang, his sword in hand, walked into the courtyard. Yao Zhuang, his face dark with anger, had been waiting there for a long time.
“You saw it.”
Ye Huang’s voice was weary. “I’m no match for him. He spared my life out of pity.”
“…Useless trash.”
Yao Zhuang snorted and tossed a rectangular box at him.
“But the person you encountered, Chen Yin, he’s not simple.”
“The Divine Son had noticed him before, but there was no concrete evidence linking him to the Mist Spirit Sect incident. We thought he was just using Yu Ling’s power.”
“But after the Divine Son sees this recording… he might change his mind.”
Ye Huang looked at the black rectangular object.
He knew it was a video camera.
His every move had been recorded.
Including his fight with Chen Yin.
“Take this to the Divine Son.”
Yao Zhuang said in a low voice, “I’ll contact him now. I’ll spare your life this time.”
Ye Huang’s expression remained unchanged. He stared at the man and said calmly:
“The medicine. It’s been a month.”
“The Divine Son will give you this month’s medicine after you deliver the recording.”
“…I’m afraid I won’t make it in time.” Ye Huang frowned slightly.
“Then hurry up and go!”
Yao Zhuang roared. “Do you want your useless daughter to be buried with you?”
Ye Huang’s aura fluctuated violently for a moment.
But in the end, like a drop of water falling into an abyss, it gradually calmed down.
“…I understand.” He closed his eyes slowly and turned to leave. In a few breaths, his figure had vanished completely.
Yao Zhuang walked to a bookshelf in his study, moved a book, and a hidden door slowly opened.
He walked down a long, dark passage, deep underground, until he reached a small, hidden chamber.
“System, connect me to the Divine Son.” His eyes flickered.
A moment later, a translucent figure appeared before him. A man with an indistinct face spoke calmly.
“Yao Zhuang, what’s so urgent?”
Yao Zhuang briefly recounted what had happened and then bowed respectfully. “Divine Son, we might have underestimated this person.”
“I suggest we re-evaluate his role in the Mist Spirit Sect incident.”
The man called Divine Son raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“So… you stumbled upon something important by accident?”
“I wouldn’t dare take credit, Divine Son. I simply reported it to you out of caution.”
Yao Zhuang said in a low voice, “We’ve been focusing on those Grand Clarity Realm experts. We overlooked juniors like Chen Yin.”
“I’ve sent Ye Huang to deliver the recording to you. After you watch it, you’ll know what to do.”
The Divine Son seemed to nod in satisfaction.
“You did well. However… you overlooked one thing.”
Yao Zhuang froze. “What is it?”
At that moment, a playful voice came from behind him.
“I’ll tell him. Remember to be more careful next time.”
“…You should close the door when plotting.” Chen Yin’s sword was already resting against the back of Yao Zhuang’s neck.
Yao Zhuang’s blood ran cold.
The chilling aura of death washed over him.
But Chen Yin wasn’t even looking at him.
His eyes were fixed on the Divine Son’s figure in the air.
Their gazes met across the distance.
The Divine Son’s voice remained calm, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Greetings. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Chen Yin also remained calm, his voice lighthearted. “You seem to know a lot about me. But I don’t even know your name.”
“You don’t need to know my name.”
The Divine Son smiled faintly. “We’ll have a chance to meet again in the future.”
Chen Yin’s expression gradually turned cold.
As expected, the next moment, the Divine Son’s figure vanished, leaving only Yao Zhuang, his back drenched in cold sweat.
Chen Yin stared at the spot where the Divine Son had disappeared for a long time, then kicked Yao Zhuang.
“Your master has abandoned you.”
Yao Zhuang collapsed to the ground, his lips pale with fear.
“Tell me,” Chen Yin sat down beside him, casually putting an arm around his shoulder. “Tell me about your organization.”
“I’ve never heard of anyone called the Divine Son in the cultivation world.”
Yao Zhuang shook his head frantically, his body trembling. “I can’t… I can’t say anything…”
“You can think about it again.”
Chen Yin pressed a finger against his spine.
Yao Zhuang’s eyes bulged grotesquely, and his body convulsed violently as if he had been electrocuted.
“Ugh!!!”
“Are you investigating the Mist Spirit Sect incident?” Chen Yin asked calmly.
Yao Zhuang gasped for air, his body weakened, but he still refused to speak.
…He’s quite stubborn. Chen Yin frowned slightly.
Just as he was about to apply more pressure, Yao Zhuang suddenly started laughing maniacally.
“Heh… hehe, defying the Divine Son is worse than death!”
“Die!”
An invisible force suddenly erupted from him, hurtling towards Chen Yin.
Chen Yin’s eyes remained calm as he extended a finger and lightly touched the invisible energy.
The next moment, a surge of warmth emanated from the scroll in his chest, and a faint scream echoed through the air.
“H-how is this possible?!”
Yao Zhuang stared at him in horror. “Why doesn’t the System affect you?!”
“Who… who are you—argh!!!”
Before he could finish his sentence, his body burst into flames, his screams echoing through the chamber.
A moment later, he lay lifeless on the ground, his eyes dull and empty.
Chen Yin stared at his body for a long time, then wiped his hands and entered the scroll’s space.
Besides the three floating fragments, there was now a small, pebble-like object beneath the ancient and imposing statue.
This pebble was minuscule compared to the other three fragments, but it was also floating gently beneath the statue.
…Is this also a kind of System? Chen Yin frowned slightly. He activated his access and checked the pebble’s plot record.
As expected, its plot record was incredibly short, just a few words:
Plot Record: Serve the Divine Son.
Unlike the other three fragments, this pebble seemed like a crude and incomplete prototype. And the scroll didn’t react to it at all.
Chen Yin examined it carefully but couldn’t find any other useful information. He withdrew his consciousness from the scroll’s space.
…Chosen Ones.
…The Divine Son.
He had only just realized that a hidden power existed beneath the surface of the cultivation world he knew.
This mysterious Divine Son made him uneasy.
“Why are they investigating the Mist Spirit Sect incident? Could it be related to the Heavenly Dao Fragment that Madam Mu Susu mentioned?”
Chen Yin pondered.
An image flashed through his mind.
Sect Master Wu Xun’s last words, filled with regret and resignation:
…Without the Heavenly Dao Fragment, who can guarantee that the Mist Spirit Sect won’t suffer the same fate one day?
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