190: Chapter 190 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder King! Finally, I meet the Pavilion Master!

Great Chu Imperial Capital, Shadow Pavilion Headquarters.

Su Yuan was leaning back in a grand armchair, holding a cup of immortal brew, his gaze fixed with interest on the ten remaining Jade Slip dossiers on the table.

"Now, in this entire Qianji Realm, the information of every talented young woman with even a bit of fame is all here."

Su Yuan's screening method was simple and crude, completely inheriting the Su Family's fine tradition of 'only the best, quality over quantity':

Ordinary Physique? Cut!

Slow Cultivation progress? Cut!

Those with beauty but no Luck who died halfway? Automatically cleared!

After a year-long carpet search by the Shadow Pavilion's vast intelligence network, only these ten people remained who could enter Su Yuan's Dharma Eye.

And the little girl codenamed "Jiuyou" had her dossier placed prominently in the first position!

"She's a damn freak..."

Su Yuan repeatedly checked the Empress's dossier and couldn't help but swear, "In just one year, without any Spiritual Root, she relied on doing missions to kill and absorb blood, forcing her way from an ordinary Mortal to the Soul Transformation Stage?!"

"This rocket-like Cultivation speed is even faster than Brother Feng's back then! This isn't a human; this is a tireless, heartless working machine!"

Information regarding this "Jiuyou" was actually quite scarce, one could even say pitifully little.

Because her initial identity was just a starving Mortal beggar girl, her background as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

But it was precisely this "cleanliness" that made it even more terrifying.

Those so-called Saintesses of the immortal sects were born with silver spoons, protected by countless Elders, and with top-tier talent and Luck, a fast Cultivation speed was only natural.

But the Empress was different.

She relied entirely on that almost self-torturing "King of Grind Physique," braving wind and rain, carving out a path of the ultimate demonic Dao from the mud!

"Although half of it was because I, the Pavilion Master, secretly diverted resources to her, this girl's Dao Heart and combat prowess are indeed ridiculously strong."

Su Yuan stroked his chin.

"It's time for a formal contact. As the Su Family's top intelligence chief, I, Su Yuan, can't lose to those two Juniors, Su Hao and Su Mo, can I?"

Thinking of this, Su Yuan directly sent the highest secret order to Dark Seven, notifying him to immediately bring "Jiuyou" back to the headquarters for an audience.

Meanwhile, high in the sky somewhere.

Dark Seven was desperately circulating the Heaven-rank Cultivation Technique, "Breath of Thunder," transforming into a violent bolt of purple lightning as he frantically chased the small blood-colored afterimage ahead through the clouds.

In just one year, relying on this Heaven-rank Cultivation Technique casually bestowed by the Empress, Dark Seven had completely transformed.

Not only did he reshape his Thunder Spiritual Root, but his cultivation had also skyrocketed, rising from the Early Golden Core Stage to the ranks of a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

But... compared to the monster in front of him, he felt like he was still a pathetic piece of trash.

"Jiuyou! Little Ancestor Jiuyou! Stop for a second!!" Dark Seven sent frantic transmissions via Divine Sense, exhausted like a dog with its tongue out.

However, the Empress speeding ahead didn't even bother to look back, turning a deaf ear to his shouts, her eyes fixed only on the distant mission target.

"Little Beggar!!!" In a moment of desperation, Dark Seven shouted the forbidden name from their first meeting.

"Swish!"

The moment those words left his mouth, the blood-colored afterimage flying at supersonic speed ahead suddenly jerked to a halt, defying the laws of physics by stopping instantly in mid-air!

Immediately after.

Dark Seven only felt a blur before his eyes as an afterimage flashed past.

He didn't even see her movements clearly; he only saw a slender leg wearing an exquisite cloud-patterned boot rapidly enlarging in his vision.

The next moment, the world began to spin violently.

"BOOM—!!!"

With a loud bang, Dark Seven, who had just been promoted to Nascent Soul Ancestor, was kicked squarely in the face, sent flying like a human meteorite and smashed into a thousand-foot mountain peak below!

The mountain collapsed, and a perfectly human-shaped deep hole appeared on the cliffside.

"Cough, cough... Pfft!"

Dark Seven painstakingly pried himself out of the rock crevice at the base of the mountain, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, and looked up at the Empress floating in the air with a wronged expression.

"If you, an ant, dare to address me like that again, I will extract your Divine Soul right now and refine you into a Puppet to be used as a sky lantern!"

The Empress looked down at him from above, her eyes flashing with an icy, ultimate killing intent, her tone showing no mercy.

Although her body still looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old loli, the terrifying pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage made Dark Seven, a Nascent Soul Ancestor, not even dare to breathe.

"No... I called you but you ignored me! What else could I do but call you that?"

Dark Seven popped his dislocated arm back into place while crying inwardly and complaining in his heart.

Just what kind of monster is this little girl? It's only been a year!!

Could she be some ten-thousand-year-old Child Elder of Tianshan who underwent Possession and Rebirth?

"Enough nonsense. You know how precious my time is," the Empress said, staring coldly at him. "Say what you have to say and be quick about it."

Dark Seven rubbed his swollen cheek and quickly stood straight, his expression becoming solemn.

"It's the Pavilion Master! He just issued the highest-level urgent secret order for me to take you to the headquarters to see him immediately!"

"Pavilion Master?"

Hearing those words, a flash of something unusual finally appeared in the Empress's eyes, which were usually as calm as a deep well.

During this year of "working" frantically for the Shadow Pavilion, although she had been doing missions on the periphery, she had long heard various legends and methods of this Pavilion Master.

To manage such a massive assassination and intelligence Empire with such ironclad control, this person was definitely a deep and unfathomable formidable figure.

"Are we finally meeting formally..." the Empress thought to herself.

"Good. Now that I have recovered to the Soul Transformation Stage, I'll take this opportunity to test this Pavilion Master's depth. If he is a person of talent, I shall subdue him!"

"However..."

The Empress looked down at the mission jade plaque hanging from her waist, her beautiful eyebrows suddenly knitting together tightly.

She had already completed nine hundred and ninety-nine top-tier missions.

She was just one short of the perfect round number of "one thousand"!

As a former Jidao Empress who pursued the ultimate Dao and demanded perfection in everything, if she left this last mission unfinished, she felt as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling all over her, and even her Dao Heart felt slightly unstable!

This was the Empress's inviolable "OCD"!

"You're too slow. Just stay in that hole and don't move. Wait until I twist off the head of that Soul Transformation Stage evil cultivator ahead to round out my count, then I'll go back to headquarters with you!"

The Empress coldly dropped those words.

Then, a blindingly eerie red light suddenly erupted from her entire body, and without another word, she vanished toward the horizon like a meteor tearing through space.

Leaving Dark Seven standing alone in the mountain crater, letting the cold wind mess up his already disheveled hair.

Only at this moment did Dark Seven finally realize.

It turned out that for the past year, the Empress had been intentionally controlling her speed while traveling!

He had actually been like a clown, thinking he could catch up to her because of the advantage of the "Breath of Thunder"?

Dark Seven touched his swollen face and suddenly felt a sting in his nose, as if a red ball was about to pop out from the tip...

Two hours later.

Great Chu Imperial Capital, the deepest part of the Shadow Pavilion headquarters.

"The Pavilion Master is inside. When you meet him, watch your expression; don't look like everyone owes you eight million."

"Think about how the Pavilion Master has looked after you this year and how many resources he gave you."

Dark Seven's tone was extremely respectful, even carrying a hint of awe for the strong.

The Empress nodded expressionlessly.

She had just returned with the head of that Soul Transformation Stage evil cultivator to hand in the mission, and now that her "OCD" was satisfied, her mood was unusually good.

"Finally meeting? Shadow Pavilion Master!"

"I hope you don't disappoint me!"

The Empress didn't knock; instead, she dominantly extended her small hand and, with a loud bang, pushed open the two Sinking Water Black Gold doors that weighed ten thousand catties!

Dark Seven slapped his forehead, knowing she hadn't listened to a single word!

However, as the Empress walked into the office that represented the highest power of the Shadow Pavilion with proud steps and a formidable aura...

All her prepared pretentious lines and her high-and-mighty cold aura shattered into pieces the moment she saw the scene inside.

Behind that large and luxurious desk made of top-grade spiritual wood.

The legendary, unfathomable Shadow Pavilion Master who governed the entire Qianji Realm's assassination forces, Su Yuan, was currently slouching in his chair with his legs crossed, showing no decorum whatsoever.

He held a bucket of popcorn from who-knows-where, and his mouth was making loud crunching noises.

And his eyes, which should have been deep and wise, were currently fixed on an Advanced Crystal Recording Mirror on the desk.

In the mirror, a group of very scantily clad female cultivators with hot figures were performing an unsightly hip-shaking dance!

Hearing the door open, Su Yuan reluctantly moved his gaze away from the long legs in the recording mirror.

He turned his head and looked at the beautiful little loli at the door, dressed in black martial attire, who although small in stature, possessed a terrifying aura.

Su Yuan swallowed the popcorn in his mouth, and instead of being angry at her forced entry, he casually waved his hand covered in sugar coating and greeted her with a smile:

"Yo? You must be the King of Grind who did a thousand missions in a year, right?!"

"Come, come, don't be a stranger. Find a prayer mat and sit down! Want to watch the latest girl group audition show of the Qianji Realm together? I'll treat you to some popcorn!"

The Empress stood frozen, looking at this young man who was like a street thug without a single trace of a powerhouse's demeanor, her mind completely reeling.

"This... this is the peerless hero I wanted to subdue???"