With a clear shout, the sword light transformed into several silver threads sweeping toward Guan Jinyue, their trajectory like an inverted galaxy, each strand of sword qi precisely bypassing Yin Chen’s body.
Stars shifted and constellations reversed.
Almost simultaneously, an invisible binding force field expanded outward from Su Yuehe.
“Restrain.”
Their cooperation was seamless—one attacking, one defending—completely sealing off Guan Jinyue’s retreat and movement.
Just as the sword qi and binding force field approached within three meters of Guan Jinyue, space experienced an extremely brief jump.
An Changqing’s sword qi was entirely diverted, embedding into the far ceiling of the restaurant and bringing down a shower of debris.
Su Yuehe’s binding force field vanished completely.
“Useless.”
Guan Jinyue spoke, her tone indifferent.
“Within the space I define, distance and the laws of physics are mine to command. Your attacks are relocated elsewhere before they ever reach me.”
In that moment, Long Ao charged forward.
He didn’t care about space or not—he closed in with a single stride, his right fist carrying terrifying power as it smashed toward Guan Jinyue’s face.
Guan Jinyue didn’t even look at him.
Long Ao’s fist curved midair, its trajectory twisted ninety degrees by an invisible force, slamming straight into the nearby dining table. The entire table shattered into wooden fragments.
“Long Ao, stop,” An Changqing called out.
Hong Yuan did not act rashly, because she noticed that Yin Chen seemed to be signaling her to hold still.
Though she didn’t fully understand, she had enough trust to restrain her fury.
Yin Chen stared at Guan Jinyue’s expressionless face. “What exactly do you want?”
Guan Jinyue finally looked at him directly.
“Yin Chen, come with me.”
“Your grandfather will open that door for you.”
Yin Chen’s entire body trembled. “You know my grandfather?”
“Yin Tianzheng,” Guan Jinyue uttered the name.
“Three years ago, he personally sealed a girl beneath the tower’s formation eye. That girl was my sister.”
Though exploiting the righteousness of these people was somewhat despicable, to Guan Jinyue, it no longer mattered.
She didn’t want to see any variables now.
Guan Jinyue’s body began to turn translucent, and the space beneath her and Yin Chen blurred.
She was about to take him away.
An Changqing raised his sword again.
Guan Jinyue glanced at him.
“You can try, but he’ll take this sword strike for you.”
An Changqing’s sword tip froze in midair.
“Tell Yin Tianzheng: his grandson’s life, or the mistake he made three years ago—he chooses one.”
“I’ll be waiting atop the Oriental Pearl Tower for one hour.”
“If I don’t see the seal lifted, then Shanghai’s most beloved grandson will be buried with her.”
Guan Jinyue and Yin Chen broke into specks of light before everyone’s eyes, silently dissolving into the air.
The restaurant was left with only four people and the table shattered by Long Ao.
An Changqing lowered his sword hand, his knuckles white.
Long Ao stood still, fragments of the broken table still wedged between his knuckles.
Hong Yuan slowly set her battle-axe back on her shoulder, her expression worse than when she went out to hunt demon beasts.
Though she trusted Yin Chen had his own trump cards, but... but... the man had disappeared right under her watch!
If anything happened—good or bad—how would she ever explain it?
The flames of the city still spread beyond the shattered floor-to-ceiling window that Chen Guan had kicked in, the roars of demonic beasts mingling with the thunderous collapse of buildings.
An Changqing spoke first: “Regardless, we need to contact the Yin family first.”
Su Yuehe had already picked up her phone.
She scrolled through her contacts. Damn, she didn’t have the number saved.
“Use his own phone to call.”
Hong Yuan picked up a phone from the floor—the one Yin Chen had left behind before he was taken, slipping from his pocket as he was dragged off.
She unlocked it; the last message on the screen was from the Magic City Association. After casually bypassing the lock, she handed it to An Changqing.
An Changqing opened the contacts. Yin Tianzheng’s number was at the top, saved with just two words:
“Grandpa.”
He pressed the call button.
It rang, but no one answered. Then came a busy tone.
“The old man even blocked his own grandson,” Long Ao muttered nearby.
An Changqing copied down the number and dialed it from his own phone.
As the call was still trying to connect, Hong Yuan suddenly spoke up.
“Where’s Chen Guan? Still not back?”
Everyone’s gaze swept across the restaurant, and they realized that from the moment Guan Jinyue appeared until she vanished, Chen Guan hadn’t been present.
Su Yuehe dialed Chen Guan’s number. “Chen Guan, where are you?”
“I’m on my way back,” came Chen Guan’s voice, layered with wind noise, followed by a statement that tightened everyone’s nerves again.
“She took Yin Chen, didn’t she?”
…
When Chen Guan landed back in the revolving restaurant, he stepped onto the same broken window frame he had kicked in earlier.
The wind rushed through the gap, ruffling Su Yuehe’s hair.
An Changqing looked at him, cutting straight to the point.
“How did you know Yin Chen was taken?”
“She never planned to fight me from the start,” Chen Guan said as he stepped over the shattered glass. “She appeared on the rooftop just to lure me away. Her real target was Yin Chen all along.”
Long Ao’s fist was still clenched, his voice low.
“You guessed that all along?”
“Half of it,” Chen Guan replied, glancing at the empty center of the restaurant where a half-finished glass of water still sat, left at the spot Yin Chen had last stood.
“But she doesn’t want Yin Chen dead. She wants his sister.”
Hong Yuan shifted her battle-axe to the other shoulder.
“How do you know everything? Who’s that silver-haired woman? And how do you all seem to know her?”
“Guan Jinyue. She used to be from the Beishi Academy and is the contractor of the demon god Baal. There’s a ten-billion bounty on her head.”
An Changqing took over the explanation.
Seeing that An Changqing had already clarified things, Chen Guan didn’t add anything more. “Did you get in touch with the Yin family?”
“Already did. The car is on its way,” Su Yuehe said, looking down at the bright signage clearly visible below.
The Association personnel were handling the cleanup quickly. The area was already under control. Most of the beasts that had appeared were low-level, so the brief chaos had been contained.
As for what the demon beasts might have in store for the future, who knew? At least for now, things looked calm outside. Civilians had taken emergency shelter, leaving only uniformed personnel and well-intentioned locals bustling through the streets.
The private car raced through the streets of Magic City. Outside the window, Association reinforcements could occasionally be seen dealing with lingering beasts. The large and small cracks in the sky hadn’t completely vanished, but their expansion had clearly slowed.
Chen Guan could sense that Guan Jinyue was controlling the pace. She didn’t want to actually destroy this city—at least not yet.
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
