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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—how embarrassing 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 leisurely.
“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 with him. Upon seeing Shangguan Yao’s ashen face, Lin Yin sneered, “My master wants you dead; 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 couldn’t even handle three little girls.
“Ling’er, Qin Xiaoya, let’s take action,” Lin Yin said coldly, casting a sharp glance at Shangguan Yao.
Ye Ling glanced back and noticed their master hadn’t arrived yet; she hesitated immediately.
“Senior Sister, he seems to have lost his strength. If we kill him now, wouldn’t that be taking advantage of someone in distress?” Ye Ling found it hard to strike.
“He was so arrogant just now, wanting to blow us up. He deserves to die. Let’s do it! The Young Master said he doesn’t want to see Shangguan Yao alive when he arrives,” Qin Xiaoya replied coldly.
“Ling’er, you’re too merciful. 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 didn’t dare to commit murder.
As for Lin Yin and Qin Xiaoya, despite their tough words, they were both trembling inside.
The first time committing murder was a psychological barrier that was hard for them to cross. However, Lin Yin had more courage than Ye Ling, and as the eldest sister, she needed to display an attitude of “who else but me.”
Seeing the expressions of these three girls, Shangguan Yao couldn’t help but smile—a bitter smile.
“To die at the hands of Mr. Jiang’s esteemed disciple would be an honor for me. You’ve never killed anyone before, right? This is even better; I can be your first victim, someone you’ll remember 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 murder, I dreamed about him every night. I hope after you kill me, you’ll dream about me too,” Shangguan Yao said with a sardonic tone.
The three girls were already anxious about their first murder; hearing Shangguan Yao say this made them even more uneasy. 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 game; his keen perception and ability to read people were far beyond what Lin Yin and her friends could compare to. He noticed their subtle body language and changes in expression and confirmed that his words had struck a chord.
Even in his dying moments, everyone harbors a glimmer of hope. Shangguan Yao wasn’t just giving up; even in death, he wanted to annoy 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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