Chapter 307 – Farewell Kiss
Pamela finally came to her senses. Her gaze swept over Su Jiu and the other person’s face, then settled on Ren’s face, which was like that of an ordinary person. Her eyes held a trace of lingering fear, and she bowed slightly, roaring in a low voice, “Who exactly are you?”
She couldn’t sense any aura from the other person. This was a very strange thing. If even she, a High-Rank Battle King, couldn’t sense an aura, then the other person could only be one of two possibilities: either they were of the same level and possessed a very high concealment skill, or their own strength was top-tier!
“Me? I forgot my name long ago. Perhaps you know my codename quite well, as I’ve killed quite a few Black-clad Bishops.”
The middle-aged man casually threw away the Cherry Blossoms tied together in a line. With a faint smile, he drew a black longsword from his side. It was slightly different from an ordinary sword, being wide and thick with dragon patterns carved all over it, exuding a肅殺 (sù shā – solemn, murderous) aura.
“Roar!”
He stomped his foot forward fiercely. Where his foot landed, the hard asphalt road cracked and spiderwebbed from beneath his sole. A phantom of a massive black dragon surged from behind the middle-aged man, and his indifferent, yet murderous voice suddenly boomed:
“Night Watcher, Ren, is willing to send you to your dawn.”
“Black Dragon Procession! You are… that executioner from Huainan?! This is Chuan Yu territory, how could you be here?”
Her gaze fell upon the phantom black dragon, her pupils trembling uncontrollably. Pamela’s frenzied eyes revealed a look of terror. She stumbled backward, the hand holding the ice blade trembling slightly.
She knew all too well how terrifying the man before her was. He had killed a War God-level Ferryman while being only a Battle King. Ferrymen were equivalent to Red-robed figures; ordinary Black-clad Bishops couldn’t directly contact Red-robed figures and could only report to Ferrymen beforehand.
Half-embracing Su Jiu’s arm, Bai Zhi also looked at Ren with a fearful gaze. She had a feeling that with her previous life’s abilities, she might not be able to defeat him.
Though both were High-Rank Battle Kings, their auras were in no way comparable. If she could reach the peak cultivation in this life according to the cultivation technique, she might be able to reach his level. Her desire to become stronger intensified.
Ren paid no attention to Pamela’s exclamation. He gently rubbed the sword body with his thick palm, glanced at her, and then slowly walked forward. With every step he took, ripples of air flowed.
“It’s time to end this… The sky is about to brighten.”
The next moment, Ren’s eyes lifted, and a black halo of light activated beneath his feet. His figure then bizarrely vanished.
Seeing Ren’s actions, Pamela’s fear intensified, her pupils constricting further. She immediately retreated rapidly. However, just as she moved, a black shadow appeared behind her like a ghost. The black sword, carrying the aura of death, viciously slashed towards her neck with extreme ruthlessness.
Just as she was about to be killed, Pamela almost instinctively swung her blade backward. In the clash of sword and blade, a disdainful expression appeared on Ren’s face. Then, dragon heads, each as large as a bucket, rained down upon her.
The dragon heads, carrying scorching breath, poured down on Pamela like flames sweeping across a prairie.
“Pfft!”
The sudden and terrifying dragon breath, ignoring any domain, directly struck. Pamela’s face changed drastically, and the bones in her wrist let out a faint cracking sound.
Then, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out uncontrollably. Her body was sent flying backward, finally crashing heavily onto a utility pole, embedded in the ground.
“I am the most favored Black-clad of the Singer Your Grace. If you kill me, even if you are invincible among Battle Kings, the Singer will surely avenge me.”
Suffering such a heavy blow, Pamela managed to prop herself up, shouting hoarsely.
“The Singer? What do you even count as in the Singer’s eyes? She’s a madwoman who only wants to subvert order. Apart from that mysterious Bishop of the Si department, she probably wouldn’t care about anything else.” Ren pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a finger, took a deep drag, and squinted at the sky. The rain had stopped quietly by then.
“I can provide you with a list of some domestic followers of the cult, provided you let me go.”
Hearing Ren’s voice, Pamela remembered that the man before her knew more about the Singer than ordinary followers. Yet, she still tried to say something to save her life – she hadn’t lived enough yet!
He exhaled another ring of smoke and slowly walked forward, looking indifferently at Pamela, who was like a beaten dog. He smiled faintly again and said, “Alright, but your cultivation must be crippled.”
“Crippled cultivation?!” A fierce look flashed in her heart. Pamela scanned her surroundings with a sinister gaze and then stomped her foot on the utility pole behind her. Her figure turned into a white shadow and shot towards Su Jiu and the other person.
She had cultivated a technique that burned life force to increase her cultivation. If her cultivation were to disappear, it could deal a severe blow, possibly even reducing her lifespan to just one month. Better to take a gamble and use Su Jiu as a hostage to threaten them, perhaps she could still escape.
Pamela’s sudden move immediately drew Bai Zhi’s attention. With her strength, facing Pamela was still somewhat difficult. However, looking at the weak girl in her arms, a long sword formed from white flowers stood firm in her right hand.
“Stubborn.” A cold male voice sounded.
As Bai Zhi formed the blade, Pamela flashed forward swiftly. However, just as she was about to clash with Bai Zhi, a faint black shadow appeared not far in front of her like a ghost. The black longsword in his hand, carrying a low dragon’s roar and dark external qi, directly slashed towards her forehead.
Seeing the black shadow that appeared like a ghost, Pamela’s pupils contracted sharply. This sword was impossible to dodge. She could only open her mouth slightly before she was split in two and fell, finally crashing heavily onto the ground.
Ren opened his palm, drawing Pamela’s azure ring towards him. He casually flipped it for a while, pocketed some unidentified Alchemical Items, and then his gaze became somewhat solemn. He whispered, “Dragon Egg?”
He glanced at Su Jiu and the other person, then looked at Jiu Yun not far away. Jiu Yun was looking at him with astonishment. Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly spoke, “Please leave quickly, sir. The scene will be managed by the Night Watchers from now on, and your reward will not be lacking.”
“That’s good. Sir, I shall take my leave first.”
Hearing Ren’s words, Jiu Yun nodded somewhat sincerely, clasped his fists, turned, and left like a stream of light.
Watching him leave, Ren slowly withdrew his gaze. He erected a light circle to completely cover the howling Cherry Blossom People. Under Su Jiu and the other person’s confused gazes, he threw the Dragon Egg from the ring towards Su Jiu and laughed heartily, “Catch!”
Seeing the half-human-sized Crimson Flame Dragon Egg flying over, Su Jiu quickly channeled an external qi to catch it. Suppressing the yearning from the sword edge, he asked in surprise, “Uncle Ren, this is someone else’s auction item… Isn’t it a bit improper for us to take it?”
Seeing Su Jiu’s confusion, Ren exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled, pointed at Pamela, who had already been split in two, and gently said, “Someone else’s auction item? But wasn’t it already used as energy by this Black-clad Bishop when she was fighting me?”
“This… Thank you, Uncle Ren.”
Just as he was about to say something, Su Jiu met Ren’s smiling face again, then put the egg into his storage ring, bowed slightly, and cupped his fists.
Su Jiu had once thought the Night Watcher organization was like a group of killers licking blood on the tip of their swords. Now, seeing them, they were a bit like ancient chivalrous warriors from television dramas, walking the line between black and white. Elders were like heads of post stations across the country, responsible for solving problems that underground organizations couldn’t.
However, it was precisely this that suited Su Jiu’s taste and didn’t make her feel repulsed.
“I can’t give you the remaining items; they need to be taken back for evidence or clues.” Ren said with a faint smile, then turned his gaze to the Cherry Blossom People bound by ropes. He then strode forward, waved his hand behind his back to Su Jiu and the other person,
“I need to send these K Organization members to Huainan Prefecture. They are still awaiting approval for what happened last time… The Dragon Hunters will be here soon, so you’ll have to give your statement for me…”
Su Jiu nodded slightly, feeling a sense of relief. This matter was finally completely resolved.
After another few minutes, having communicated with the belated Battle King Dragon Hunter, Su Jiu declined the latter’s celebration banquet and casually found a guesthouse with Bai Zhi to stay in.
In the dim yellow light of the guesthouse, Su Jiu leaned against the fabric sofa. Her gaze passed through the window and saw a ray of light suddenly bloom in the hazy sky. Then, the light, like sparks, connected across the night sky.
The sky had dawned.
She finally closed her eyes softly. These days had been too exhausting… She would go back tomorrow. Tonight, she would just sleep soundly.
Oh, right.
Bai Zhi’s hairpin…
Thinking this, Su Jiu took out a wooden hairpin from her ring and placed it gently on the table. Her gaze fell on the glass door of the misty bathroom. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Goodbye, Flower City… and you.
The first ray of dawn illuminated the bustling city. Everything was as normal, with traffic flowing, and full of vitality. With the irrigation of the rain, the camellias seemed to bloom even more vibrantly.
Bai Zhi walked out slowly, wrapped in a bathrobe. Her gaze quickly fell on Su Jiu. She stared at the sleeping face for a long time, sighed, shook her head, then looked at the wooden hairpin on the table. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment, she shook her head again and suddenly smiled inexplicably.
Was she really back for the hairpin?
She slowly walked to Su Jiu’s side, her gaze lingering on Su Jiu. She bit her lip, remained silent for a moment, then showed a silly smile. It would be too much of a loss if another bad woman got her first.
She gently kissed Su Jiu’s forehead. She slowly shed her clothes. A large white flower bud enveloped them both, exuding a hazy and strange aura. Blushed hues appeared on their cheeks.
A trace of crimson emerged from Su Jiu and fell into Bai Zhi’s hand. She smiled faintly, closed her eyes, her face flushed, and slowly transferred the crimson into her pure land using a secret method…
Will you be greatly surprised when we meet next time?
The next morning.
Holding her slightly heavy head, Su Jiu opened her eyes slightly on the white bed. She smelled the faint fragrance around her and felt her body inexplicably tired, as if something had been drained.
“She’s still gone.”
She turned her head to look at the table by the sofa. It was empty, much like her heart. Just as she was feeling immensely disappointed, she suddenly noticed a piece of white paper on the table. She went up and picked it up, finding it written in elegant script:
“When we meet again, don’t disappoint me. If you’re not Battle King Level, I’ll go find other young ladies.”
“Also… the wooden hairpin is on your head, silly.”
