Xiao Chen's residence
Xiao Chen's face turned ashen as he cursed, "Damn it! Now I can't even keep my status as the young master. I have to find a way to leave as soon as possible."
He slowly opened his hands, and light surged from his palms, revealing an old, tattered page.
"Hmph, I never imagined that the Dark Demon Domain Realm would contain Yellow Springs Illusory Dream Remnant Page. Once I gather them all, all of you people of the Dark Demon Domain will pay a heavy price for your deeds!"
He roared angrily, his eyes blazing with fury, his heart overflowing with resentment.
In the void, Nan Xunran's gaze fell on the tattered page in his hand, she raised an eyebrow slightly, and said softly, "The Yellow Springs Illusory Dream?"
The Yellow Springs Illusory Dream, a legendary treasure, is said to kill anyone whose name is written on it, regardless of their cultivation level.
However, it mysteriously disappeared tens of thousands of years ago, and now it has reappeared...
Nan Xunran flashed and instantly appeared in front of Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen was startled, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed, "Nan Xunran?!"
He hurriedly stuffed the Yellow Springs Illusory Dream Remnant Page into his robes, his expression wary, and shouted angrily, "What are you trying to do!"
Nan Xunran glanced at him lightly and said casually, "Xiao Chen."
Xiao Chen nodded subconsciously, then froze as if struck by lightning. "Xiao... who is Xiao Chen?"
Nan Xunran's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he slowly said, "Xiao Chen, the handyman of the Splendid Commerce Association, are you comfortable sitting in this young master's seat?"
Xiao Chen's eyes widened, almost bursting out of their sockets. "I understand! It must have been An Jin who told you the truth!"
He recalled the strange feeling he had experienced a few days ago, and a chill ran through him. His voice trembled as he said, "You killed him?!"
Nan Xunran said calmly, her expression indifferent, "Don't worry, you'll be able to go find him soon."
Having said that, he lightly flicked his sleeve, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy roared out instantly, carrying a world-destroying force as it rushed swiftly toward Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with terror. He desperately mobilized the spiritual energy within his body to defend himself.
His legs trembled uncontrollably. He knew perfectly well that his defenses were utterly vulnerable to this overwhelming spiritual power.
With a loud "bang," Xiao Chen's seemingly solid defense shattered instantly, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating.
His eyes were glazed over, and he stared blankly down at the body slowly dissipating in an unstoppable manner.
In his final moments before consciousness faded, his last thought was: How could he be so powerful...?
"Ding-dong!"
[Xiao Chen, the Child of Fortune, is dead; his Heaven’s Mandate Points has been reset to zero.]
[Host's Kill Points increased by 179,140 points]
[Current Kill Points: 310807 points]
Congratulations, host, you have obtained:
[ --Yellow Springs Illusory Dream Remnant Page x1]
[ --Profound Nether Bow: Contains destructive power, devouring everything]
[--Soul -Soul-Seizing Blade: Can devour souls and life force]
[--Yin Yin-Yang Furnace]
[ --Heart-Devouring Gu x1: Can devour life force and control the body]
[--Memory Fragment x1]
Nan Xunran's gaze swept over Xiao Chen's corpse, then she turned and disappeared.
A moment later, a scream shattered the silence.
"Young... Young Master is dead!" The shout rang out like a thunderclap.
Upon receiving the news, An Chao rushed over.
Seeing Xiao Chen's death, he understood immediately: a single blow was enough to kill him.
So clean and efficient, who else but that person could take his life so easily with such swift and decisive methods?
An Chao's gaze swept across the surrounding people like a knife, and he said sharply, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
In truth, he didn't care whether An Jin lived or died.
Back then, An Jin relied on his bloodline to do whatever he wanted, wantonly bullying and humiliating others, and acting lawlessly. He would cruelly torture people if they were slightly displeased.
Even his sister couldn't escape An Jin's humiliation. If it weren't for the protection of their bloodline, An Jin would have been secretly killed countless times over.
The people around them exchanged glances, their eyes showing no trace of sadness, and then turned and left.