93: Chapter 93 A New Turn of Events: The Lock from the Burial Heaven Palace

Nangong Xue took a deep breath, suppressing the strange throbbing in her heart, and turned to face the battered and exhausted Righteous Path Cultivators.

The infatuation on her face instantly transformed into a cruel coldness, and dozens of crimson Blood Seeds emerged in her palm.

They pulsed in mid-air, emitting a nauseating scent of blood.

“Those who do not wish to die, open your Divine Souls.”

The dozen or so surviving Sect Elders looked as pale as death.

Opening their Divine Souls to have Blood Seeds planted meant their lives would be in someone else's hands from then on; this was more agonizing than being killed.

But looking at the massive crater left by the Heavenly Demon on the ground, and then at the indifferent Su Yun.

No one dared to say no.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

One by one, the Blood Seeds sank into their foreheads.

The once-arrogant high-ranking members of the Southern Region's Righteous Path were now all kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads toward the woman dressed in blood-red clothes.

The sky of the Southern Region had changed.

Su Yun stood on high, watching this scene, his lips curling almost imperceptibly.

This was the effect he wanted.

Nangong Xue thought she was in control of everything, unaware that the other end of the string she used to pull everyone was being held in his own hand.

The ground suddenly vibrated.

Black Devilish Qi surged, and the Black Crow Protector, who had hidden away as soon as the Heavenly Demon appeared, crawled out from some corner.

He was followed by hundreds of remnants of the Demon Race.

“Congratulations, Alliance Leader Nangong! Felicitations, Alliance Leader Nangong!”

Black Crow's withered old face was covered in a fawning smile as he rubbed his hands and approached.

“After this battle, the Southern Region's Righteous Path is all within Alliance Leader's grasp. Your eternal hegemony is just around the corner!”

Nangong Xue glanced at him and said nothing.

Black Crow's eyes darted around, his gaze passing over Nangong Xue to land on Su Yun nearby and the members of the Mysterious Maiden Sect who were healing.

A trace of venom flashed in his eyes.

“Alliance Leader, since the great matter is settled, shouldn't these... also be dealt with?”

He extended a bony finger and made a slicing motion across his neck.

“The Mysterious Maiden Sect is weak, but they are still remnants of the Righteous Path. Especially that Lin Chen; leaving him alive will always be a hazard. Why not take advantage of the fact that he just used a mysterious method and must be at his weakest...”

Su Yun didn't even lift an eyelid.

Leng Hanshuang and the others, however, instantly drew their swords. Despite being heavily injured, they still stood firmly in front of Su Yun to protect him.

Nangong Xue's pupils constricted sharply.

Killing Intent.

An almost uncontrollable Killing Intent exploded in her chest.

Reason told her that Black Crow was right.

Although Lin Chen was already under her Puppet Technique, the people from the Mysterious Maiden Sect and the Wu Zhou Empire behind him were still intact.

If she let them leave just like that, it was inevitable that some accident might occur in the future.

But at the very moment she wanted to act.

Her heart suddenly throbbed with pain.

The 'Heart Lock' planted by Su Yun deep within her Soul began to vibrate violently, and a strong sense of resistance flooded her entire body.

She couldn't kill him.

She absolutely could not let the people with him be harmed.

That instinctive desire to protect clashed violently with her original Killing Intent, causing her entire body to tremble slightly.

Damn it.

What is going on?

Nangong Xue gritted her teeth, ultimately attributing this abnormality to her possessiveness over her 'perfect Cauldron'. As the saying goes, 'love me, love my dog'—it was just like that.

My things, is it your place, you old crow, to tell me what to do?

“Are you teaching me how to do things?”

Nangong Xue suddenly turned her head. There wasn't a hint of warmth left in those beautiful eyes, only a chilling violence.

Boom!

A violent Spiritual Pressure slammed directly into Black Crow.

Caught off guard, Black Crow was sent flying over a dozen yards, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble.

“Cough, cough...”

Black Crow scrambled up wretchedly, looking at Nangong Xue with terror. “Alliance... Leader... Nangong, please appease your anger! I was also doing it for the big picture...”

“The big picture?”

Nangong Xue approached step by step, blood Qi surging behind her like a female devil ready to devour anyone.

“My words are the big picture.”

“Lin Chen is my man, and so are the people around them. How I want to use them and when I want to kill them is my business. If you dare to speak out of turn again, I will use your blood to consecrate my flag first!”

Black Crow trembled all over.

He felt it; this crazy woman really wanted to kill him.

Madman.

They are all madmen!

“Yes, yes, yes... I spoke out of turn. I shall take my leave!”

Black Crow didn't dare to stay a moment longer, scrambling away with his subordinates.

After running a few steps, he looked back.

That kid named Lin Chen was still standing there, even giving him a meaningful smile.

Black Crow only felt his scalp go numb.

Watching the fleeing backs of the Demon Race, Nangong Xue snorted coldly and restrained her Aura.

Turning around, her figure flickered and she appeared directly in front of Su Yun.

The murderous Aura from just now vanished instantly, replaced by a condescending arrogance and a heat deep within her eyes that she couldn't hide.

Nangong Xue extended a slender finger and gently tilted Su Yun's chin up.

Her fingertip slowly slid along his jawline, finally stopping at his Adam's apple, rubbing it ambiguously.

“You did well.”

Her voice was somewhat raspy, and her gaze was like she was examining a rare treasure.

“I didn't expect you to be hiding such a method, to even be able to kill a Mahayana Stage... It seems I underestimated you before.”

Su Yun looked at her calmly, neither dodging nor resisting.

But that look made Nangong Xue feel uneasy.

She quite hated this feeling.

Clearly, she was the master, the one in control, yet in front of this man, she always felt like she was the one being seen through.

Nangong Xue abruptly withdrew her hand, adjusting her sleeves to cover her unease. Her tone carried an unquestionable command.

“Come to my Sleeping Quarters tonight. I want to reward you handsomely.”

After saying that, without even looking at the others, she turned into a streak of bloody light and soared into the sky with the newly subdued Puppet Elders, disappearing into the horizon.

Only the mess on the ground and the lingering scent of blood in the air remained.

“Lin Chen...”

Leng Hanshuang looked at him worriedly, “That woman... she has no good intentions.”

“I know.”

Su Yun smiled and reached out to pat her shoulder. The warmth from his palm made Leng Hanshuang's tense body relax slightly.

“Don't worry, she cannot escape my grasp.”

This sounded like a declaration of sovereignty, and also like a statement of fact.

Leng Hanshuang's face turned red. She didn't catch the deeper meaning and only thought he was comforting her.

...

Late at night.

In a secluded courtyard on the back mountain of the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance.

Su Yun sat cross-legged on the roof. The night wind was a bit cool, making his clothes flutter loudly. He opened his palm.

The burial heaven token lay quietly in his palm, looking ordinary, like a piece of scrap iron picked up from the roadside.

But only Su Yun knew what a hot potato this thing was.

The invisible ripple from earlier today had already penetrated the world barrier.

Heaven Burial Palace.

That terrifying power that had only appeared once in the Late Stages of the original work and nearly caused the entire cultivation world to collapse.

Being targeted by them was no joke.

On the System panel, although the over two million Luck points looked enticing, they still seemed like a drop in the bucket in the face of a crisis of this level.

He had to become stronger.

And even faster.

Just then, a slight vibration suddenly came from his mind.

It was the fluctuation of the Puppet Mark he had deliberately left behind.

Nangong Xue was calling him.

In that fluctuation, there was a mix of anxiety, desire, and a trace of intensely suppressed... anticipation.

Su Yun put away the burial heaven token, his lips curling into a playful arc.

This high and mighty female Alliance Leader seemed to be unable to wait.

It was just as well.

He was just worried about having nowhere to vent this backlash force.

Su Yun stood up, patted the dust off his hem, and cast his gaze toward the brightly lit Sleeping Quarters in the distance.

Some debts were due for interest.

...

At the same time.

In the Upper Realm, beyond the Nine Heavens.

Amidst a void of Chaos, a massive palace as black as ink floated.

The palace had no entrance or exit, like a giant coffin spanning between heaven and earth.

Deep within the palace.

A pair of eyes that had been closed for ten thousand years slowly opened.

There were no pupils in those eyes, only endless deathly gray and a rotating galaxy.

“Burial Azure...”

A low voice echoed in the empty hall, vibrating so much that the surrounding space was shattering into pieces.

“I finally found you!”

“That damned bug... to think he's hiding in such a low-level plane.”

A pale giant hand reached out from the darkness and made a light grasping motion toward the void below.

Crack.

The plane barrier let out an overburdened wail.

“Pass down the order.”

“Send the ‘God Hunter’ to the Lower Realm.”

“Bring back the token.”

“As for the person... interrogate him for the secrets, and then...”

A trace of cruel pleasure flashed in those deathly gray eyes.

“Grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes.”

...