Chapter 213: I’d Be Really Sad
After leaving the inn, Chen Yin was lost in thought.
He had been overlooking something.
Shen Shuanglian, Yu Xiang, Luo Luo, and Luo Qiaoqiao.
Their Plot Records all pointed to the same date.
Initially, it had been five years in the future, the day Yu Xiang attacked the Mist Spirit Sect in his previous life.
Come to think of it, Master had also been away on a journey at that time.
Chen Yin now realized that in his previous life, before he changed anything, that date, five years in the future, was the true Triennial Day.
All the Plot Records seemed to revolve around that day.
Xiang’er and Shen Shuanglian’s mutual destruction. Master’s absence to deal with the Triennial Day. Luo Luo’s sacrifice to reinforce the seal. And Luo Qiaoqiao’s death.
But this time, things were different.
His actions at the Fairy Conference had disrupted Shen Shuanglian and Yu Xiang’s Plot Records, creating a ripple effect that changed everything.
…The Triennial Day had been moved forward.
It was supposed to be three or four years away.
Now, it was only a month away.
Chen Yin didn’t know why the Plot Records dictated that these Chosen Ones should die on that day.
But he wouldn’t let it happen again.
This time,
No one would die.
He suddenly stopped, a thought crossing his mind, and turned back, abruptly pushing open Luo Qiaoqiao’s door.
The room was empty. Only the faint lingering energy of a teleportation talisman remained.
Chen Yin looked around the empty room and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Seriously… can’t you all just give me a break?”
“But, come to think of it…” He looked out the window.
He had been neglecting her.
No wonder she was acting so strangely.
Yunlin Province, harbor.
The harbor was one of the busiest and most prosperous in the entire continent, filled with merchant ships and passenger boats, a constant hubbub of activity.
But beneath the bustling harbor…
…lay a hidden underground palace.
Inside the dimly lit hall, a dozen figures in black robes and masks stood silently.
The Divine Son, his black cloak billowing around him, sat on the throne.
“Chenming, what time is it?” His voice was cold and indifferent.
“Almost midnight, Divine Son,” Divine Messenger Chenming replied respectfully.
“Fu Zhe still hasn’t returned?”
This time, Chenming didn’t answer.
The Divine Son closed his eyes slowly.
…Chen Yin’s presence in the Wu Xuan Cave meant Yu Ling and the others were likely there as well.
If Fu Zhe hadn’t returned by now…
It wasn’t a good sign.
“Chen Yin, Yu Ling,” he murmured, his eyes narrowed.
A voice suddenly came from the entrance. “Divine Son, the new recruit has returned.”
A masked figure in a black robe entered the hall and approached the throne.
“Divine Son.”
“You’re lucky to have escaped.”
The Divine Son’s expression softened slightly. “What’s the situation at the Wu Xuan Cave?”
“The Grand Witch is furious about the attack from the three sects. She no longer trusts us.”
The figure bowed respectfully. “But she gave me something for you, Divine Son. She said to examine it before making a decision.”
“Oh? What is it?”
The masked figure produced a small, dark gray orb and offered it to the Divine Son.
He reached out to take it.
But just as his fingers brushed against the orb, the masked figure suddenly attacked.
A dagger flashed towards him, a swift and deadly strike aimed at his throat. At such close range, even the Divine Son wouldn’t be able to dodge.
But the dagger stopped, caught between his fingers.
The other Divine Messengers drew their weapons, but the Divine Son remained calm, his gaze fixed on the figure before him.
“…So you were a spy.”
“It seems I was too careless in recruiting you.”
A surge of energy erupted from him, and Luo Qiaoqiao, without hesitation, dropped the dagger and leaped back.
Her mask shattered, revealing her beautiful face and fiery red dress.
“It’s you.”
The Divine Son raised an eyebrow. “The Silk-Robe Fairy.”
“I should have known. To be on par with the Frost Moon Sword Immortal, you must also be a Chosen One.”
“But I didn’t expect you to personally infiltrate Shen Li. I’m honored.”
Luo Qiaoqiao didn’t speak, her cold eyes fixed on him. She spoke to her System silently:
“Ready?”
“Your injuries haven’t fully healed.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“…Then let’s do it.”
A crimson light flickered in Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes.
A bright, fiery red.
Like the sun, like a raging inferno, her red dress shimmering with a golden glow.
Her aura surged, becoming powerful and imposing.
…The Heavenly Net Sect’s secret technique, “Startling Phoenix.”
A forbidden technique that burned one’s cultivation base in exchange for a temporary boost in power.
And Luo Qiaoqiao’s System ability was “Nirvana.”
As long as her System was intact, she could regenerate her cultivation, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Which meant, with the System’s help, she could use the “Startling Phoenix” technique without limitations.
Engulfed in flames, radiating the power of a phoenix, Luo Qiaoqiao swung her sword, the air around her igniting, the entire chamber turning into a sea of fire.
The Divine Son watched calmly, his voice turning cold.
“…Chenming.”
Divine Messenger Chenming stepped forward and, with a wave of his hand, extinguished the flames.
Not only that, but Luo Qiaoqiao felt a crushing pressure bearing down on her, almost forcing her to her knees.
…Pressure?! She instantly recognized his System ability.
Although she could sense that his cultivation wasn’t much higher than hers,
In battles between Chosen Ones, cultivation level wasn’t everything.
Even with the “Startling Phoenix” technique, boosting her strength to near the peak of the Grand Clarity Realm, she still struggled under his immense pressure.
Her spiritual energy stagnated, and she gasped for air.
“Right Divine Messenger Chenming…”
“As expected, only those with powerful and unique System abilities can become the Divine Son’s guardians,” the System sighed.
“Can you still fight?”
“I’m fine,” Luo Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth, strands of hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks.
She forced herself to stand and attacked, her fiery sword intent hurtling towards Chenming.
Chenming retreated slowly.
He couldn’t defeat her in a direct confrontation.
But under the immense pressure of his System ability, her reckless attacks would eventually exhaust her.
Luo Qiaoqiao’s graceful figure danced through the flames, her sword a blur of motion, each strike powerful and precise, forcing Chenming to dodge and weave.
He waited patiently for an opportunity.
The Divine Son watched them, his expression calm, seemingly in no hurry to intervene.
He frowned slightly, as if lost in thought.
Then, he suddenly spoke:
“All Shen Li members,”
“This location might have been compromised. Chenming, stay behind and cover our retreat. Everyone else, leave immediately.”
The masked figures bowed respectfully and quickly left the hall.
“Wait!”
Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened in alarm. If they escaped, all her efforts would have been wasted.
Her flames surged, her sword ringing with a clear, phoenix-like cry.
“Die!”
The sudden burst of power made Chenming stumble, his arm singed by the flames.
The Divine Son, seeing Chenming struggling, finally intervened, raising a hand.
“Enough.”
Luo Qiaoqiao gasped and clutched her chest, collapsing to the ground.
It felt like an invisible hand was crushing her heart.
Excruciating pain and a terrifying sense of dread washed over her.
“I don’t have time for this.”
The Divine Son’s voice was cold and indifferent. “Die.”
He was about to crush her heart,
When his eyes widened in shock, and his body dissolved into a cloud of black mist.
A buzzing sound pierced through the air, and a sword embedded itself in the spot where he had been standing just a moment ago.
The pressure on her chest vanished, and Luo Qiaoqiao collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
“Can’t you just listen to me for once?” a familiar voice said beside her.
She looked up and saw Chen Yin flicking her nose playfully.
“If you had just gone to sleep like I told you, you could be collecting his corpse right now.”
Luo Qiaoqiao bit her lip and didn’t answer.
Chen Yin sighed and gently stroked her hair.
“Still mad at me?”
“…I’m not mad.”
“Yes, you are. You’re jealous because you saw me with other women.”
“I’m not—” Before Luo Qiaoqiao could protest, Chen Yin gently placed a finger on her lips.
“We’ll talk later.”
“Just this once, listen to me, okay?”
“Don’t try to throw your life away.”
“I would be really sad,” he said seriously.
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