Chapter 795: The Hidden Truth? (Part 1)
“Light up the pillar of light?”
Looking at the text above, Su Jiu’s mouth slightly parted. She could feel the determination within it – to replace the Ancient God Sect and perform the so-called blood sacrifice. If even a single step was wrong, they would truly summon a King-Level Stranger, and that entity would turn the South Sea into a true blood-colored world, causing widespread suffering. All this sin would be borne by them.
“Beep beep—” The phone buzzed again with a text message. It seemed that Senior Brother was worried Su Jiu might find this mission too difficult to start and had replied:
[White Crow: Don’t worry, you only need to do this one step. The rest will be handled by other members of Bai Ye.]
Since White Crow had said so, Su Jiu simply raised her phone and replied with an “Okay.” Although she had a mission from the ring, her own life should come first. Rushing into such a large-scale battle, with her strength as an Intermediate Battle King, wouldn’t benefit her. The most practical approach was to follow orders and do what she could, not to act like a chuunibyou fool shouting about passion and losing her mind.
“Miss…”
Bairnis looked at Su Jiu, who was lost in thought. Her gaze swept over the furrowed brows, and she couldn’t help but speak up, a hint of worry in her light blue eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
She immediately reached out and grabbed Su Jiu’s sleeve, whispering. The content of the text message must have put Su Jiu under a lot of pressure, otherwise, she wouldn’t be wearing that expression.
“It’s nothing. White Crow contacted me and asked me to replace Uncle Zhou in performing the sacrificial ceremony. It’s scheduled for tonight.”
Su Jiu smiled and patted the Butterfly Girl’s hand. According to the so-called prophecy, she should have completed it by now, and the Black-Clad Swordsman should be White Crow. She just needed to wait for follow-up developments, but… Su Jiu always felt something was not quite right. Perhaps it was White Crow’s concealment that made her feel like she was being used. Could it be a deception? Imagine if a great entity made a pact with you, promising to return your only family member, whom you had spent twenty to thirty years with, if you summoned them; how many people could resist such temptation? Night Watchers are loyal, but they are also human and have precious things. Take Zhou Hong, for example, a veteran underground worker. His soul was more loyal to the Dragon Country than anyone else, but if you asked him to abandon his adopted daughter, he would gladly cover her retreat. That is humanity. White Crow has been dormant for over twenty years; did he really have no ulterior motives? Who would believe that?
A subtle glint flashed in the young girl’s eyes. Ripples appeared in her blood-gold pupils, a reversal within a reversal. After experiencing the ring’s prophecy, she suddenly began to find this Senior Brother untrustworthy. If the purpose of the sacrifice was to destroy a King-Level Stranger, he could have stated it plainly. After all, killing strangers was a normal act for any Night Watcher. Yet, he was hiding the true purpose… If it was a deception, Su Jiu’s way to change the situation would be to use this time to create enough [Dream Flower]-grade bombs and alter the course of the battle with these bombs. And… She touched her forehead again, inexplicably feeling a sense of calm.
The group made plans for their time. Zhou Hong took a speedboat back to Huainan headquarters alone to report the situation. As his adopted daughter, Zhou Zhizhi, being a “local,” would explain the ritual to Su Jiu and the other two. After more than an hour, Su Jiu confirmed that the other alchemy circuits around the small island were clear and that alchemy bombs were available nearby. She then directly instructed Bairnis to set up defensive alchemy formations around the entire island and to release the nine Shadow Guards, including Feng, to guard various locations on the island, as this would be their main base for future encounters with the Ancient God Sect and strangers. Finally, the Three Noble Brothers in the water returned. Su Jiu ordered them to patrol the other small islands and search for the locations of the remaining sacrificial islands… The entire island was meticulously planned, blocking any possibility of fishermen or other forces secretly landing.
For the remaining time, Su Jiu entered a small wooden cabin alone and prepared the materials and instruments needed to refine [Dream Flower]-grade bombs. Her goal was simple: to store as many alchemy bombs as possible as trump cards before the ritual began that night, and then have the Shadow Guards launch a human-bomb raid on the other islands. If White Crow truly made a deal with a King-Level Stranger for his sister, she would blow up all those places and directly put the ritual on pause. Since they wanted to use her, then no one should play.
…
On a floating island, a handsome young man sat atop a tall pillar, gazing at the darkening sky. He gently tapped his palm with a jade flute, silent.
“Brother, you never trusted him from the beginning. Was it because his sister was still alive?”
The projection of the Miss Qingyi sat on the computer desk, lowering her gaze to look at the youth, a slight smile on her face.
The young man glanced at the girl, slowly stood up, his gaze still fixed on the distance, feeling the highland wind blowing towards him, and said softly,
“Teng, that’s just how humanity is. If one day, I learned you were in such a situation, I would undoubtedly do the same. The lives of others cannot compare to yours.”
“Heh heh…”
Miss Qingyi chuckled but remained silent. The two seemed to have a deep understanding. They gazed into the distance for a long time before she slowly spoke,
“But if I were in that situation, I wouldn’t want my brother to save me like this. The strangers once caused this ocean to suffer, and we are the remnants, the guardians. We should consider the long term…”
“Therefore, after the sacrifice, I will kill him to console the beings of the ocean. This is the wrathful punishment of the sea for someone who breaks their promise.”
Iron Turtle Immortal brought the bamboo flute to his lips and blew softly. The somewhat low and melodious tune quietly began. The two quietly spent their time.
…
A boat marked with fishing insignia sailed in from the northeast. On the deck of the boat stood a grim-faced middle-aged man. His blood-colored long robe flapped in the sea breeze.
“Ding ding!!”
The sound of knocking on the iron railing sent a chill down one’s spine. The material of this attire was clearly not simple.
“Lord Zichuan, do you think White Crow is trustworthy?”
Beside him stood Aying, the Black-clad Bishop with a scar on her face. Her slightly hoarse voice was the one speaking.
“Trustworthy?”
Zichuan turned to look at Aying. He seemed somewhat surprised. This was one of the few times she had asked him. He didn’t hide his thoughts at all, grinning and saying,
“We only trust in profit. He is also acting for his own interests now. To be honest, this sacrifice is not to the deity he believes in, but to the deity I believe in.”
“Do you know why?”
He paused, walked closer to Aying, and originally wanted to pinch her chin, but seeing her scarred face, he lost the idea. He just firmly pressed her shoulder, his face almost splitting into a bizarre arc.
“…”
Aying remained silent, only looking at him with a bewildered expression.
“Because his sister is in the hands of Lord of the Gods, and she is still alive. Lord of the Gods told me this during a deep sacrificial ritual.”
Zichuan rarely felt so smug, but before him was his confidante, a simpleton who only did as he was told. He didn’t mind sharing this wonderful news, his eyes revealing mockery.
“However, that Night Watcher named Zero can no longer be called human. She now…”
Aying seemed to have guessed something. Her hand under her sleeve slightly curled but then quickly relaxed.
“…”
Next, Zichuan’s voice lingered in her mind like the cold wind blowing from a deep valley, carrying a hint of chill. At this moment, her limbs felt extremely heavy, as if they were filled with lead.
“He is a Fallen Knight specially made by Lord of the Gods as a reward for me.”
With that, Zichuan narrowed his eyes, surveyed Aying, then slowly turned around, waved his hand, and sneered,
“No need to be so nervous, I won’t turn you into a Fallen Knight. People like you, who are both foolish and dull, are not worth making.”
