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“Palace Master Shangguan, don’t run! You, the esteemed master of the palace, being chased around by a few little girls—what a disgrace that would be if it got out,” Lin Yin's teasing voice came from behind.
Shangguan Yao turned around and saw Lin Yin, Ye Ling, and Qin Xiaoya following him at a leisurely pace.
“Enough,” Shangguan Yao sighed deeply, looking up at the sky. The burning sensation in his body seemed to reach its limit, and he slumped down onto the grass by the roadside.
The three girls quickly caught up to him.
Seeing Shangguan Yao’s ashen face, Lin Yin sneered, “If my master wants to kill someone, even a deity wouldn’t escape. Why waste your energy?”
Shangguan Yao looked up at the three young faces before him. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that he could be outmatched by three little girls.
“Ling’er, Sister Qin Xiaoya, let’s make our move,” Lin Yin said coldly, casting a sharp glance at Shangguan Yao.
Ye Ling glanced back, noticing that her master had not yet arrived, and hesitated.
“Senior Sister, he… he seems to have lost his strength. If we kill him now, wouldn’t it be taking advantage of him?” Ye Ling found it hard to act.
“He was quite arrogant just now and even threatened to blow us up. He deserves to die. Let’s do it! My lord said he doesn’t want to see Shangguan Yao alive when he arrives,” Qin Xiaoya said coldly.
“Ling’er, you’re too merciful. My master has said that some people in this world deserve to die. Let me handle this,” Lin Yin stepped forward and stood in front of Shangguan Yao.
Ye Ling remained silent; she truly couldn’t bring herself to kill someone.
As for Lin Yin and Qin Xiaoya, despite their tough words, their hearts were trembling slightly.
Killing someone for the first time was a psychological barrier that was hard to overcome for them. But Lin Yin had more courage than Ye Ling; as the eldest sister, she needed to show an attitude of determination.
Seeing the expressions of the three girls, Shangguan Yao couldn’t help but smile—a bitter smile.
“To die at the hands of Mr. Jiang’s esteemed disciple is an honor in itself. You’ve never killed anyone before, right? That’s even better. I can be your first victim; you’ll remember me for a lifetime. I still clearly remember the first person I killed—the look of pain on their face before they died. Whenever I close my eyes, I can vividly recall it. After my first kill, I dreamed about them every night. I hope you’ll dream about me too after you kill me,” Shangguan Yao said with a sardonic tone.
The three girls were already anxious about their first kill; hearing Shangguan Yao’s words only intensified their unease. They certainly didn’t want to dream about this old man every night or remember him for the rest of their lives.
After all, Shangguan Yao was an old hand at this; his keen insight and ability to read people far surpassed that of Lin Yin and her friends. He could sense their slight body language and changes in expression and knew his words were having an effect on them.
Though he was on the brink of death, everyone clings to a glimmer of hope in their final moments. Shangguan Yao wasn’t just going to give up; even in death, he wanted to provoke them—that was his intention.
“Bang!”
Shangguan Yao was feeling quite pleased with himself when Lin Yin struck, hitting him squarely on the head. His skull shattered, and he fell limply to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
Ye Ling and Qin Xiaoya were momentarily stunned, quickly turning to Lin Yin, who was trying to calm herself, though her chest continued to rise and fall rapidly.
“He was too verbose,” Lin Yin said coldly.
“Good kill,” Qin Xiaoya gave Lin Yin a thumbs up.
Ye Ling stared at the corpse in silence. The atmosphere fell into a heavy stillness.
After a while, Jiang Chen arrived slowly. Upon seeing the lifeless body of Shangguan Yao, he simply remarked, “Well done,” before using Spirit Fire to dispose of the body.
The other members of the Hidden Sect stood frozen in place, unable to speak. Mr. Jiang's abilities surpassed their understanding entirely.
As the sun set and night fell, the Hidden Sect gathered together, roasting lamb and beef, drinking wine, and engaging in lively discussions. Jiang Chen was among them, becoming the center of admiration.
If there had been any lingering doubts among the Hidden Sect about Jiang Chen’s capabilities before, they were now completely subdued. His strength was unparalleled, akin to legendary figures from myths. With no grievances between them and Jiang Chen, they eagerly sought his favor.
Cheng Xiang was also present; being a classmate of Jiang Chen’s, she was not excluded from the group. No one knew of the history between Cheng Xiang and Jiang Chen, but she herself was aware that despite her thick skin, she felt her cheeks flush under the many compliments directed at her.
Anyone associated with Jiang Chen commanded respect. Cheng Xiang reveled in the glory that came with being his classmate, yet she felt no joy.
“Why didn’t I build a better relationship with Jiang Chen back then? If I had been more proactive in college, would he have liked me?” Cheng Xiang pondered silently. At that moment, any jealousy she once felt towards Jiang Chen had dissipated entirely; his current status and power left her with nothing but regret and an endless sense of loss.
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