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"Bang!" Lin Lingsu trembled with rage, releasing her inner strength and crushing the charred piece of the acacia tree in her hand. Looking back, she was astonished to find that Yang Na's corpse had miraculously vanished.
"Yang Na!!!!" Lin Lingsu's heart seethed with a desire to tear Yang Na apart. She now realized that she had been completely and utterly played by Yang Na.
"Vice Chairman Lin..." a disciple rushed over in a panic, stumbling as he approached. Upon seeing Lin Lingsu's darkened expression, he was so frightened that he couldn't utter a word.
"What happened..." Lin Lingsu was furious, her tone far from polite.
"That... that monster..." The disciple stammered, glancing nervously at Lin Lingsu.
"What about it!!"
"It's gone..." The disciple cautiously uttered this phrase, shrinking his neck in fear of Lin Lingsu's wrath.
"What?!" Lin Lingsu stood up abruptly and exclaimed, "Wasn't it already buried underground by me?"
"It was... buried... but... it's really... really gone." The disciple's voice grew softer until only he could hear it.
Lin Lingsu surveyed the chaos around her, then looked at the severely injured disciples. Despite having hundreds of people guarding this place, they had been turned upside down by just three individuals. The Blood Corpse was nowhere to be found. After so many years in the field, she had never suffered such a crushing defeat.
Lin Lingsu's lips moved as her eyes began to redden and swell. Blood started to seep from her injured face once more, but she was oblivious to it, standing there in a daze, motionless.
Xu Suwen approached and patted Lin Lingsu on the shoulder, saying, "Lin, you've done your best."
Lin Lingsu looked at Xu Suwen and forced a bitter smile. "What you really mean is, 'It's not incompetence; it's just that the enemy is too cunning,' right?"
Xu Suwen knew that Lin Lingsu had always been proud and self-important. This defeat, in terms of tactics, strategy, and cunning, was a complete loss to Yang Na. For her, it was an unbearable outcome. With her stubborn personality, it seemed that she would be at odds with Yang Na for the rest of her life.
Only by personally killing Yang Na could she wash away this humiliation.
After a moment, Xu Suwen suddenly said, "We no longer have time to dwell on the past. It's time to think about how to deal with Ning Suwen, that Old Ghost."
"What can we think? The Blood Corpse is gone, and neither of us can escape responsibility..." Lin Lingsu appeared somewhat lost, staring blankly into the distance and murmuring to herself.
Xu Suwen leaned closer and whispered, "All the disciples are here, and everyone who knows the inside story is present. As long as they don't speak, Ning Suwen won't know for now. With this buffer time, we can do many things."
Lin Lingsu suddenly shivered, digesting Xu Suwen's words. "You mean..."
"In this world, only those who can never speak are the ones we can trust..."
Lin Lingsu nodded, her eyes brightening again. "It has to be that way."
She looked around at the brothers who had fought alongside her just moments ago. After enduring the relentless attacks from Wu Haozi, Yang Na, and that Super Giant Snake, only a few remained. Each one bore wounds to varying degrees. These were Lin Lingsu's loyal subordinates who had followed her through countless life-and-death situations. Yet now, when she looked at them, there was not a trace of emotion in her gaze.
The more perceptive disciples had already begun to react, struggling to escape.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of gunshots echoed through the valley, followed by screams that pierced the night sky.
Lin Lingsu looked up; dawn had just broken.
As another morning arrived, she wondered how much longer such beautiful days could last. A sigh escaped her heart.
The next day, the news reported that a major landslide occurred in a valley in Lushan. The local party committee attached great importance to the incident and immediately sent officials to the disaster area to coordinate rescue efforts. Relevant departments stated that the emotions of the affected residents were generally stable. Experts pointed out that this landslide was related to an earthquake that happened three thousand years ago. A certain station would soon hold a large fundraising gala for disaster relief.
In a remote mountain gully in Lushan, there stood a Ten-Mile Pavilion, originally built as a simple stone shelter for those who came to gather firewood or pass through. It had been abandoned for an unknown period, and no one knew which wealthy family from which dynasty had funded its construction. The paint on the stone pillars was chipped, and moss covered the already dilapidated wooden railings.
Under the pavilion stood a woman. Although the weather was cool and the sun was not too bright, she held an umbrella and paced back and forth inside the pavilion. The woman was strikingly beautiful, but her overly pale skin made her appear somewhat lifeless. Her captivating phoenix eyes were now filled with anxiety as she stretched her long, fair neck to look around, seemingly waiting for something.
Suddenly, the sound of rustling grew closer. A look of surprise appeared in her eyes. Before long, a long golden python, measuring several yards in length, swiftly approached her. It drew near, nodded its head slightly, and opened its mouth to reveal three people.
The first to emerge was a delicate boy, around seven or eight years old, who immediately shouted, "It stinks! It stinks! Bad snake! Stinky snake! I will never stay inside again! Never!"
Following him was a handsome man in a white suit. Upon seeing the woman, he exclaimed with admiration, "With skin like ice and bones like jade, your brows hold half the sorrow of spring mountains. I often meet beautiful women in my dreams, but today I am fortunate enough to see you in person—truly a stroke of luck!"
Yang Na blushed at being praised so extravagantly by Brother Yang and shyly replied, "Brother Yang, you're making me embarrassed! I'm not that great... By the way, where is my husband?"
The last to emerge was Zhang Ye, who held a massive Golden Cask in his arms. Despite his bloodstained clothes, he still exuded charisma and confidence as he laughed heartily, "Isn't he right here? Thanks to me risking my life to save him, your man probably won't be coming back."
"Hmph." Yang Na was eager to take credit in front of the beauty and said, "If it weren't for my bravery and my family's great power, you wouldn't have had any part in this..."
As they bickered like this, Liu Linglang, who had been left out to the side, became displeased and exclaimed loudly, "Hmph! It's all my credit! I used an illusion to hide the big gold and then gave that wicked woman a fake snake and a piece of rotten wood... Hehe, I should have left her a poem; it would surely infuriate her..."
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