Chapter 51: He’s Not a Venerable?
Blood Calamity Street.
The apocalypse had arrived, and in the face of death and blood, humanity’s wickedness was unleashed to its extreme.
Screams and wild laughter, roars and wails—those who couldn’t escape hell either awaited death in terror or began to indulge in their final pleasures.
“Swish—”
A saber light flashed, and the head of an enervated man with red eyes flew into the air. The headless corpse slowly knelt on the ground, blood splashing. *Clatter—*
“Ah!” A desperate woman in disheveled clothes in the corner subconsciously cried out, but quickly covered her mouth, trembling all over, and fearfully watched the black-robed figure by the window.
The black-robed figure, wearing a Red Spade Mask, nimbly shook the saber. He leaned down, placed his wrist in front of the man’s forehead, and a semi-translucent spiritual light quietly seeped into the bracelet.
“The amount is still too little, far from enough.” Mu Qingtong’s tone was indifferent, her brows slightly furrowed as she stood up and glanced at the bloody street outside the window, strewn with corpses.
“Clang—”
With a soft sound, she turned to look. It was the woman in the corner who had secretly gotten up to hold her infant and accidentally bumped into the lamp.
Seeing the black-robed figure look her way, fear completely gripped the woman’s heart. She hesitated no longer, hugged her child, gritted her teeth, and ran towards the door with all her might.
But the next instant, the black-robed figure instantly appeared before her. The dripping red saber was held at her neck. She froze in terror, completely losing hope of survival. Clutching the swaddling clothes in her arms, her lips trembled as she closed her eyes, preparing to meet her death.
But the expected decapitation did not come.
The woman doubtfully opened her eyes. The black-robed figure, wearing a eerie Red Spade Mask, was as good as time-stopped, no longer moving.
“Cowards draw their swords against the innocent, the weak brandish their blades against the weaker.”
Mu Qingtong’s ears echoed with her junior fellow student’s extremely disappointed cold laugh, “Mu Qingtong, I look down on you!”
Her gaze flickered, as if pondering something, her fine brows furrowing and relaxing at times.
Seeing the black-robed figure still, the woman also froze, too afraid to move.
Suddenly.
“Forget it, you’re not the only one.”
The black-robed figure uttered a cold remark as if to herself, casually sheathed her saber, and jumped out the window.
Cold sweat beaded on the woman’s forehead as she leaned against the wall and slowly slid down. After a long while, she murmured, “Thank you, thank you.”
Mu Qingtong began her killing spree along the street. The enervated, irrational people exhibited varied symptoms: some committed suicide, some went mad and killed others, and some, like zombies, gnawed ferociously. There were almost no normal people left on these few streets.
Ten minutes later, she saw the buildings of Pingshan Hospital. Before approaching, she took out a transparent glass box from her arms.
Inside the box floated a purple crystal with countless facets. Its texture and luster resembled a purple amethyst exuding starlight, but then it suddenly dispersed into a卍-shaped purple mist flow, which then re-condensed into a purple crystal after two seconds.
This cycle repeated endlessly.
This was one of her trump cards, currently still in the experimental stage, and using it carried many terrifying unknown risks.
She had originally intended to collect enough enervated souls to expand her sample size and perfect all the bugs before using it. But unfortunately, that idiot Xia Feng’s whereabouts were now unknown.
“It’s time to take a risk.”
Three hours ago, she had left Blood Calamity Street. After retrieving this trump card from the Laboratory, she had returned to Blood Calamity Street, but she hadn’t expected it to change so drastically in just a while.
She had wanted to collect more enervated spirits, but it was clearly a drop in the bucket.
Taking a deep breath, she sighed softly, “Mr. Xia, I hope you’re not dead yet.”
Lost in thought, she flew towards Pingshan Hospital.
*
Above the churning Calamity Force Cloud Sea, a golden vertical line appeared out of thin air in space, which then suddenly widened into a tall gate.
About a dozen men and women wearing blood-red trench coats walked out one after another. Each of them had a bone-white mark imprinted on their foreheads.
Ninth Master, wearing slippers, squatted down, slid his red heart sunglasses down, and looked at the land below. He clicked his tongue in amazement, “As expected of the center city of District 51, it’s truly massive. I like big things.”
Just then, a figure suddenly rushed out from the cloud sea below. Everyone turned to look.
“Jester, why are you so slow?” Ninth Master frowned. Jester stood still and said helplessly, “Ninth Master, there were some variables.”
“You didn’t let the intruder escape, did you?” The burly Blue Tiger grinned, his rough tone a bit aggressive.
“Escape?” Jester glanced at Blue Tiger mockingly. “What? Why don’t you, Blue Tiger, try to confront that Venerable head-on?”
Blue Tiger’s expression faltered, and his gaze became suspicious. “Venerable?”
Jester let out a cold laugh and briefly recounted what had happened in the Calamity Realm.
“…When I followed them out in the end, that Spade Person and Yan Xujia were nowhere to be seen. Yan Xujia is probably dead.”
After hearing Jester’s words, Blue Tiger found it ridiculous and snorted, “You say that Spade Person is a Venerable, but did he display the strength of a Venerable?”
“He drank seventy cups of high-concentration Calamity Wine,” Jester said in a deep voice.
“Tch~” Blue Tiger grinned and clicked his tongue. “You’re judging his strength based on that? What if he played some clever trick? I think he fooled both you and Mino.”
Jester also let out a cold laugh. He increasingly felt this stupid tiger was foolish. He twitched the corner of his lips. “Mino personally investigated with his abilities. His entire being possesses an immeasurable quality. Other than a Venerable, who could achieve that?”
“Enough! All of you shut up!” Ninth Master shouted.
“!”
Blue Tiger opened his mouth and then closed it again.
Ninth Master looked at Jester. “If he really is a Venerable, why was he kicked down by Boss Yu when he first entered the Calamity Realm? And why couldn’t he resist the Calamity Realm’s capture?”
“…” Jester hesitated to speak. He actually wanted to say the Spade Person was feigning weakness to hide his strength, and that the Spade Person had simply wanted to play around and thus didn’t resist.
But looking at the calm, amused expressions of his companions, he knew no amount of explanation would be useful.
Even he himself was beginning to doubt if he had truly been fooled by the Spade Person.
“He shouldn’t… right?” he wondered inwardly.
“If he were truly a Venerable, he wouldn’t be indifferent to what happened here.”
Ninth Master chuckled lightly and put on his red heart sunglasses again. “Never mind him for now; it’s almost time. Blue Tiger, have the Sky Calamities begin their self-destruction.”
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled playfully. “We, the God’s Calamity Society, have claimed this city.”
*
“Have you found them?”
Near Pingshan Hospital, Daoist Chen and Freya met.
“No, you?” Freya frowned.
“Me neither.”
Daoist Chen sighed helplessly, “These two little ones are probably dead. It’s their bad luck to have run to Blood Calamity Street. No one can be blamed.”
Freya fell silent. She had finally found a sword-wielding genius who could excite her, and now she was gone?
“It’s just a shame that young Xia with his immense talent couldn’t join my Sunflower Sword Sect. It’s truly regrettable,” Daoist Chen sighed again.
“Don’t regret your Sunflower Sword, just look at the sky,” Freya said with a heavy tone. “We should find a place to hide.”
They saw the continuous dark clouds of Nightmare Beasts in the sky beginning to squeeze and contract.
This was a sign of an impending explosion. Once these twenty Sky Calamities exploded, the Calamity Force would sweep across the entire city from the Blood Calamity Street area within seconds.
At that time, the city would become a paradise for Nightmare Beasts, and at least half of the ordinary people would die during the enervation process.
“Buzz— Buzz—”
The dark clouds in the sky continued to compress, finally emitting a grating, sharp screech.
“It’s a countdown. Let’s go back to the Calamity Prevention Cave to hide first.”
“Okay.” Freya nodded and was about to turn when she suddenly stopped, her expression slightly aghast as she looked up at the sky.
“Wait, wait— Look! What is that?!”
