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One day, as two figures of the Azure Dragons soared outside the courtyard, a pair of enormous Dragon Horns stood tall beside Su Chen's bedroom.
Gazing at the towering Dragon Horns, which were nearly as high as a meter, Su Chen found himself speechless for a moment.
Is this really the Dragon Horn? It seems far too large.
"How about it? Isn't it impressive?" Xiao Long Nu puffed out her chest, her face filled with pride.
Su Chen looked at the Dragon Horns and then at her slender figure, resembling bamboo shoots, momentarily unsure of what she was referring to. After all, the two answers were worlds apart.
After acquiring the Dragon Horns, Su Chen happily began crafting the Shen Long Fu. With a pair of one-meter-long Dragon Horns, even if he worked tirelessly day and night on talisman crafting, he wouldn't run out for years.
On the seventh day, after receiving a message from Lin Aoxue, Su Chen's eyes flashed with cold light. He had learned that someone had been bribed to assassinate him in Dongji City.
With a glint in his eye, Su Chen turned his gaze eastward. It was almost exactly as he had suspected. It seemed that before the ranking competition began, he needed to make a trip to Dongji City.
As night fell, Su Chen finally arrived at Dongji City. Returning to this familiar place, he first headed to Tang Ya's villa.
Through the glass door, he saw her busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. Not wanting to disturb her, he left behind a stack of Shen Gui Fu and Shen Long Fu before immediately turning to leave. With these talismans, he felt confident that her safety would be sufficiently protected during his absence.
Hmm? Just as Su Chen's figure vanished, Tang Ya instinctively glanced out the window.
On the dark street, not a single shadow could be seen. Was it just my illusion?
At this moment, Qin Shou, the father of Qin Chuan, was anxiously pacing back and forth in the grand hall of the Eastern Polar Academy. Beside him, two elderly figures in robes sat with their eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to his distress.
"When will we leave?" Qin Shou asked urgently. He had learned days ago that the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps had been slain, and during this time, he was consumed by unease. He knew that his involvement in hiring someone to commit murder would eventually come to light, and when Su Chen came knocking at his door, he would be no match for him.
However, not long after, two elders from Heaven Academy approached him, saying they would take him away. He had been overjoyed for several days, only to realize that these two had no intention of actually helping him leave.
"Why do we need to leave?" One elder slightly opened his eyes and cast a cold glance at him, his voice dripping with indifference and disdain.
"Are you playing me for a fool?!" Qin Shou's anger flared instantly, his face turning ashen.
Before he could finish speaking, the other elder moved like a ghost, appearing before him in an instant with astonishing speed that left him speechless. Though both were at the Grandmaster level, this elder was at the peak of his power, vastly superior to Qin Shou.
With a swift motion, the elder struck down with a palm that seemed to carry the weight of thunder. The blow landed heavily on Qin Shou's chest.
"Poof!"
Qin Shou was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, blood gushing from his mouth and staining his clothes. He crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his chest with both hands, shock and disbelief etched on his face. If only Qin Chuan were still alive, who would dare treat him this way?
"Enough noise! Just stay here quietly. We are merely following orders; don’t push us." One elder said coldly, a hint of threat in his tone.
"Don't forget, Qin Chuan is already dead." At that moment, the other elder added.
My Qin Chuan, my Qin Chuan.
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