The Vendetta of Patricide

Tsk tsk, not bad. So it really is a demon beast, capable of taking human form.

Xue Ming grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

In his hand was a crushed incense stick.

The air rippled with emerald-green poisonous mist.

This was the Five Poisons Sect's exclusive toxin—capable of manipulating the deepest secrets of the human heart.

The cat-eared girl, still trapped in the cage, had long since fallen unconscious, her delicate brows furrowed in pain. Even in her sleep, her body twitched faintly.

Xue Ming opened the cage, lifted the cat-eared girl's hair, and examined her delicate face with a cold tone. "Not bad in looks, but too young."

Indeed, despite her mature attire of sheer gauze, the cat-eared girl appeared tender, no older than fifteen or sixteen.

Compared to her, he preferred the mature and alluring type—women like Lin Mei'er.

Her underdeveloped figure left him utterly uninterested.

"Alright, little girl, time to wake up."

Xue Ming stared at the cat-eared girl, his voice as dark and icy as a devil's.

The cat-eared girl opened her eyes, her pupils dull and lifeless.

Xue Ming asked leisurely, "What's your name?"

"Ziyue."

The cat-eared girl replied in a language he couldn't understand.

But in soul communication, language barriers meant nothing!

He only needed to coax the girl into awakening the secrets buried deep within, allowing him to pry into them.

"Are you from another world?"

Xue Ming's eyes gleamed with excitement as he asked.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect was a peculiar faction.

No trace of their base could be found anywhere in this world.

The Dao Alliance and the Law Enforcement Bureau had searched for centuries without a single lead.

But Xue Ming knew—they came from another world!

The cat-eared girl answered, "Yes!"

"That world actually exists?! How did you get here?"

Xue Ming pressed eagerly, his eyes burning with fervor.

Just then—

BANG!

The door was violently kicked open!

A young man with bandaged hands and a massive dog burst into the room.

"Master's not here either!"

Fang Jueming frowned slightly as he glanced at Hongtian.

Just moments ago, this damn dog had sworn up and down that An Yi was definitely inside.

Hongtian lifted his snout toward the ceiling, his expression screaming, "Don't look at me, I don't know either."

"Uh, sorry, sir. Our mistake."

Fang Jueming apologized politely, picked up the fallen door, and shoved it back into place with effort.

Xue Ming's face darkened.

"Freaks!"

He turned back, ready to resume—only to find the bed now empty.

"Where is she?!"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

That guy and his dog were definitely up to something!

"HAHAHA! I snatched that bastard's woman!"

Hongtian's body swelled, transforming into a majestic two-meter-tall wolf, sprinting at full speed.

On his back lay the unconscious cat-eared girl.

Fang Jueming looked back, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. "D-Da Hong, why did you take her?!"

Barging in had already made him feel guilty enough.

But now this damn dog had kidnapped the guy's girlfriend?!

"This little thing's not bad-looking. I'm gonna trade her to An Yi, that pervert, for some spirit cores."

Hongtian cackled triumphantly.

Fang Jueming was speechless. "B-But… you…"

For a moment, he didn’t even know what to say.

This dog's thought process was beyond him! Besides, there was no way his master would agree to this!

Hongtian sniffed the scent of the cat-eared girl on his back, barely restraining himself.

Drool dripped from his jaws.

"Something's off… This girl has an incredibly potent bloodline power—maybe even stronger than An Yi's!"

"Hey, kid. Long time no see."

A figure cloaked in shadows emerged from the darkness of the ship's corridor, blocking Fang Jueming's path.

Fang Jueming halted, staring at the familiar cloak. "You are…?"

"What, forgotten me after just half a year? Here’s a hint—I killed your dad."

The cloak was thrown back, revealing a hooked nose and amber-yellow eyes.

It was Red Poison.

"It's you?!"

Fang Jueming's eyes burned with hatred, his fists trembling uncontrollably.

Red Poison—the assassin!

He would never forget the day his father died.

"Heard you apprenticed under that brat An Yi? Tch, what could that guy possibly teach you?"

Red Poison smirked, baring his teeth. "Call your master out too. It's time to settle old debts."

"No need!"

Fang Jueming dropped into a fighting stance, his voice icy. "I'll be your opponent."

Red Poison laughed—a wild, deranged cackle. "Let me enlighten you. I’ve risen from an A-rank to an S-rank assassin now. Even An Yi and Lin Chen together might not be a match for me. You think you—"

"Too much talk!"

Fang Jueming's gaze sharpened. In a flash, he lunged forward, his foot slamming against the ship's floor.

Red Poison's sneer froze. His eyes bulged.

This speed—he couldn’t keep up!

"Impossible!"

Even against Xia Country's elite martial artists, he had never felt outmatched. Yet now, he couldn’t even track this kid's movements!

"Where are you looking?"

Fang Jueming's voice came from beside him.

Red Poison's pupils shrank. Before he could react, a bandaged fist struck his torso. A surge of brutal energy tore through his heart, shredding it to pieces.

THUD.

Red Poison collapsed to his knees, staring up at Fang Jueming in disbelief.

"Im… possible…"

His voice trembled before his body hit the ground, lifeless.

A single punch—instant death.

Until his last breath, he couldn’t comprehend how the boy he’d toyed with half a year ago had grown so terrifyingly strong.

"Dad… I’ve avenged you."

Fang Jueming stood there, tears welling in his eyes, his voice choked with sobs.

"Let the past stay in the past."

Hongtian sighed sympathetically, nudging a cigarette toward him. "Here, smoke a Hua Zi."

The battle ended in the darkness of night.

The faint glow of dawn seeped through the ship's hull, casting only the barest sliver of light.

Yan Zhi fastened her clothes, smoothing her tousled wavy hair with a lazy, seductive grace.

She glanced at An Yi, still lying on the bed, and pursed her lips in warning. "Remember—this never happened. Treat it like a dream."

The door clicked shut.

An Yi weakly lifted the covers, his eyes blank as he stared at the ceiling. He clenched his fists.

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

An Yi had learned something today.

Not all women were the same.

Shangguan Qianqian and Yan Zhi—both had flawless figures.

But while Shangguan Qianqian was an untouchable ice queen, perfect in every way…

Yan Zhi was more… ahem—

Ding! Host trespasses into a lady’s quarters for indecent purposes. System rewards +10 Evil Points!

An Yi raised an eyebrow. "The hell? Even this gives Evil Points?"

He pulled a Tiger Yang Pill from his storage space and swallowed it. Instantly, warmth flooded his body, replenishing his drained energy.

"Damn, this stuff’s good. Selling it for 100K is too cheap! Gotta discuss with Ruo Xi—gotta bump it up by another 50K!" An Yi muttered excitedly.

"Next step—revenge on Yan Zhi!"

As he opened the door, a thick metallic stench assaulted his senses.

The scene on the deck left him stunned.

Bodies—dozens of them. Men and women alike, many of whom had attended last night's party.

Two massive, hyena-like beasts with horns protruding from their foreheads were gnawing on human bones.

Noticing An Yi, they lifted their blood-drenched muzzles, their wolfish eyes gleaming with menace.

Well, well, looks like there's one still left standing.

A man with horns protruding from his forehead sat atop the cruise ship, eyeing An Yi with a mocking gaze.

"One of the Hundred Ghosts Sect?"

An Yi raised an eyebrow, speaking coolly.

"The stench of demonic beasts on this guy is overwhelming!"

No need to guess—it had to be the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

"Bingo. Got it in one."

The man leaped down slowly, flashing a cruel grin at An Yi.

"Hey, boys! Stop stuffing your faces! We’ve got ourselves a big catch here!"

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