Swallow Her Alive and Skin Her!

That Fairy Su, clad in a white dress, was beautiful and kindhearted.

She had once been a flourishing white lotus in the barren soil of Pingyang District, a flower that stirred people's longing.

The truth, goodness, and beauty she represented were a light in many people's hearts!

As her little follower, Qi Lin had always hovered around Su Lianxi whenever she came here, running errands without regard for the effort.

Back then, he had respected Sister Su from the bottom of his heart: despite her lofty position, she had never forgotten the poor.

How could he have imagined... that beneath her sacred white dress lay a false black heart!

Rustle!

In the darkness, a group of city guards stepped aside.

In the moonlight, she kept her head slightly bowed, her face cold and pale. Her five fair, slender fingers clutched the hem of her snowy white dress.

She still looked like a holy maiden, while filth covered the ground all around her.

Qi Lin and his grandfather were covered in blood and grime, looking more like gods of slaughter who had crawled out of purgatory.

"Sister Su..."

In the deathly silence, Qi Lin suddenly spoke softly. "Have you come to Pingyang District to do charity again?"

One glance at the wretched Su Fengxuan on the ground and the powdered remains of the two Su Clan ancestors was enough to show just how cutting Qi Lin's sarcasm was.

At his words, Su Lianxi's fragrant shoulders twitched slightly.

She still did not raise her head. Instead, she silently stepped forward and lifted her father into her arms, heedless of the blood and dirt.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qi, for sparing his life."

She spoke in an exceedingly soft voice.

"You're of the younger generation, so I won't kill you. Someone like you should be left for my grandson to finish off," Qi Tianji said.

Su Lianxi fell silent at his words.

Only then did she slowly raise her head, her beautiful eyes, once as crystal-clear as the white moon, settling on Qi Lin.

The young boy in black stood in the darkness before the countless poor people, two swords hanging at his waist and blazing flames rolling in his eyes.

"Little Lin." Su Lianxi's red lips trembled slightly. "You've grown up."

"Thanks to you." Qi Lin paused. "I've finally learned how to tell who's a person and who's a ghost."

"Mm."

Su Lianxi nodded silently. "If you want to pass judgment, I'll be waiting for you at the city lord's residence."

As she spoke, Qi Lin saw what looked like a blood moon in her eyes.

That blood moon made her gaze hollow, and beneath the hollowness lay bloodshed.

With that, she turned and left, carrying Su Fengxuan, who had been reduced to a human swine.

The thousand-odd city guards had long since looked distressed and ill at ease. Once the Su father and daughter had left, they were finally relieved and scattered together.

How would they dare surround Pingyang District again?

When those gleaming blades vanished into the darkness, the impoverished people of Pingyang District finally breathed a sigh of relief and wept for joy.

Thump! Thump!

At Qi Lin's waist, the black wooden sword began to tremble.

"What is it?" Qi Lin moved aside and asked the little beast on the sword hilt.

The little beast on the hilt cried, "This venerable one smelled divine blood! It was on that woman."

"Su Lianxi?" Qi Lin was taken aback.

"Yes! Her."

"What is divine blood?" Qi Lin frowned.

"It's a God-Inherited Bloodline," said the little beast on the hilt.

"A God-Inherited Bloodline?"

Qi Lin seemed to have heard of it before. Some people on the Divine Scion Continent were said to have received divine blood in the womb while their mothers were pregnant, and were born with certain special talents.

Such people could often become top-tier geniuses.

Clearly, Su Lianxi's God-Inherited Bloodline had something to do with her securing a place at the Divine Strategy Manor.

Qi Lin still had many questions about "gods." For instance, did the so-called gods still exist in the world today?

In any case, he had long felt that the mortal world of today was strange!

Otherwise, how could the Qitian Clan have been forgotten by all living beings...

"Go find your Qitian Clan's Myriad Gods Sacrificial Canon. It contains detailed explanations of all kinds of king gods, wandering gods, and false gods beneath the ten symbol gods. You might be able to find that woman's divine source," the little beast on the hilt said urgently.

"My grandpa has that thing?" Qi Lin asked.

"Why don't you just ask him?" the little beast on the hilt snapped.

"All right!" Qi Lin nodded.

"In any case... there's a chance you can devour her God-Inherited Bloodline!" the little beast on the hilt suddenly said.

"Oh?" Qi Lin raised his head and looked in the direction Su Lianxi had left.

"But you can't do it in public," the little beast on the hilt added.

"Why?"

"To devour a God-Inherited Bloodline, you have to swallow her alive and skin her. The process is pretty explosive," the little beast on the hilt said faintly.

"Holy crap."

Qi Lin's eyes widened.

Me?

Swallow Sister Su alive and skin her?

"Once everyone's gone, shall we sneak over?" the little beast on the hilt coaxed.

"She's at the third level of the Mystic Sea Realm, with true essence that has 'formed a stream.' She's two levels above me, so she won't be easy to take down," Qi Lin said.

A difference in realm was a chasm as wide as the heavens!

The five levels of the Mystic Sea Realm-mist, frost, stream, river, and sea-represented enormous differences in the quantity of true essence.

Qi Lin had dealt with Ye Qing so smoothly just now partly because his first sword strike had caught him off guard and severed his hand.

"Easy!" The little beast on the hilt chuckled. "Find a way to catch an evil beast for this venerable one to eat! This venerable one will help you deal with her."

"You're just trying to trick me into feeding you?" Qi Lin laughed.

"Damn your spicy eggs!" The little beast on the hilt grew angry. "If you won't cooperate, forget it."

Only when Qi Lin saw it losing its temper did he find it amusing.

Although the little beast kept calling itself the progenitor of ten thousand beasts, it had the temperament of a little brat of a beast.

If he had a beast and didn't tease it, what was the point of keeping it?

"God-Inherited Bloodline, go home and wait for me?"

Qi Lin watched the last glimpse of Su Lianxi's white skirt disappear into the darkness. "Sister Su, you still treat me like a little brat..."

After silently saying that, he looked over at Qi Tianji.

Qi Tianji was surrounded by a group of about five or six people.

They were some of the Mystic City experts who had come earlier.

These people dare to get close to my grandpa despite the threat of retaliation from the Divine Capital Xiao Clan and the Universal Salvation Chamber of Commerce. That means their backgrounds must be powerful enough too.

Qi Lin had just thought this when Qi Tianji beckoned to him. "Grandson, come here."

"Grandpa!"

Qi Lin hurried over. Qi Tianji patted him on the shoulder and said, indicating a figure in brilliant red before him, "Qi Lin, this is your Aunt Tang."

"Aunt Tang?"

Qi Lin looked up.

Standing before him was a voluptuous woman as ripe as a honeyed peach brimming with juice.

Her figure rose and dipped in rounded curves, her full assets hanging heavy, her waist strong as a snake's. Her rounded hips filled out her skirt, tracing a breathtaking curve.

Her delicate fragrance, rich as roses, surrounded Qi Lin and held him captive in its lush scent.

"Outrageous, dressing so provocatively in public and filling people's minds with naughty thoughts..." the little beast on the hilt muttered.

Its sudden words gave Qi Lin a huge fright.

"Little Lin, what did you just say?" the woman in the red dress asked in confusion.

Her voice was as if coated in honey, so gentle that Qi Lin felt his ears turning sweet.

"I didn't say anything," Qi Lin said.

He actually knew her. Her name seemed to be Tang Wenwan, and the people of Mystic City generally called her Lord Tang.

She was the head of Mystic City's Evil-Warding Bureau.

In Mystic City's official circles, she, Su Fengxuan, and Ye Jianxiong were basically the three leading figures.

Now she seemed to be the only one left!

Qi Lin looked up at her and could not help thinking to himself, Never mind, she makes three leading figures all by herself...