Deification, the Approaching Storm!

Lin Qingyan walked out of the Centurion's office.

The two female adjutants at the door had been waiting for a long time. Seeing her emerge, they immediately stepped forward.

"Lord Lin."

"Mm."

Lin Qingyan nodded slightly and informed them of the deaths of the Qiankun Brothers.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiu and He Yue were instantly shocked, a hint of pleasure flickering in their eyes.

The eldest young master of the Zheng family was, to put it mildly, a scumbag and deserved to die.

Although the second young master of the Zheng family was more restrained, he had still frequently abused his power and bullied others.

After pulling strings to become a Centurion in the Demon Suppression Bureau, he had used his family's influence to form factions within the yamen and do as he pleased.

Zheng Kun was undoubtedly responsible for the decay of the Changle County Demon Suppression Bureau branch.

Not to mention how he constantly harassed Lord Lin, buzzing around like a fly, making both of them, his subordinates, extremely annoyed.

Now that both brothers were dead, it was truly a cause for great celebration!

"Huh? Lord Lin..."

Chen Xiu's expression shifted. She glanced around before lowering her voice and asking mysteriously:

"Do you think... Lord Gu did this?

Didn't he not return with us earlier because of personal matters? Could it be that he specifically went to eliminate a scourge for the people?"

Upon hearing this, before Lin Qingyan could answer, He Yue quickly retorted:

"Don't talk nonsense! How could Lord Gu do something like that?"

"Besides, the direction we returned from Black Wind Mountain was the complete opposite of the Zheng family's suburban manor.

With such a vast distance, do you think Lord Gu has wings to fly there?"

"What if Lord Gu really can fly?"

Chen Xiu stubbornly insisted.

Ever since witnessing Gu Cheng's abilities, this female adjutant had become his unquestioning fan.

The more disdainful she was before, the more she praised him now; she was truly a person of extremes.

He Yue, on the other hand, was more rational and began to argue with Chen Xiu.

"..."

Lin Qingyan stood between them, remaining silent.

She was already accustomed to her two lively subordinates.

Moreover, frankly speaking, she actually supported Chen Xiu's view more.

Lin Qingyan was well aware of the conflict between Gu Cheng and the Zheng brothers, and she believed he had the capability.

However, in this cold and elegant "older sister" type's heart, Gu Cheng clearly had a greater agenda...

"Given Centurion Zhao's personality, he clearly didn't want to ask for reinforcements from our department at first.

But after learning of Zheng Kun's death, feeling provoked by the Rebirth Sect, he immediately changed his mind."

"Could it be... Gu Cheng had already anticipated Centurion Zhao's thoughts and chose this opportune moment to strike?"

"He could kill his enemies, perfectly frame the Rebirth Sect, and help Centurion Zhao make up his mind... killing three birds with one stone!"

A strange glint flashed in Lin Qingyan's clear eyes.

Looking up at the quietly descending night, her curiosity about her nominal 'fiancé' grew even stronger.

While Lin Qingyan was lost in her own thoughts.

In the wealthy district of the South City, a massive mansion comparable to the Demon Suppression Bureau's yamen.

In Changle County, only the Zheng family, who were like 'local emperors,' could possess such wealth.

In a very spacious study within the Zheng family's old mansion, an elder with white hair, a sturdy build, and dressed in luxurious clothing was furiously smashing everything breakable in the study.

The clattering and crashing sounds were like a typhoon passing through.

The servants outside the room were terrified and kept their distance, fearing their master's wrath.

"Who! Who did this!"

"Who killed my two beloved sons!"

Zheng Tianlu's eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled, and he looked like a madman, akin to a rampaging Mighty Lion.

He had his two sons late in life and doted on them immensely.

Now that his beloved sons had both met a tragic end, his heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives, plunging him into hysterical madness.

Another incense stick's worth of time passed.

After smashing all the decorative items treasured in the study and venting some of his rage, Zheng Tianlu was panting heavily, his emotions gradually calming down.

He turned around.

He found that on the only remaining chair in the study, a young man in gray had appeared out of thin air.

This young man in gray was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fair complexion and a handsome appearance.

However, his face was extremely pale, and coupled with his deep, lusterless black eyes, he didn't look pleasing at all, but rather a bit creepy.

"Feeling better? Tianlu?"

The young man in gray held a porcelain cup and quietly looked at the elder.

His deep black eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude far beyond his years.

"Holy Envoy..."

Zheng Tianlu hurriedly bowed, not daring to show any disrespect.

"Look on the bright side. It's just two sons who died. As if no one else has ever lost children..."

The young man gently swirled the liquid in the porcelain cup. It wasn't wine or tea, but crimson blood.

"Children are merely the continuation of your life.

But when you possess thousands of years of lifespan, does having children make any difference?"

"..."

Zheng Tianlu lowered his head in silence, his fists clenched. He inwardly cursed this as pure sophistry and heresy.

However, in the presence of this Holy Envoy of the Rebirth Sect, he dared not overstep and quickly changed the subject:

"Holy Envoy, the ritual altar hidden on Black Wind Mountain has been destroyed by those brutes from the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Even those two Fox Demons who were skilled in setting up formations were killed by them earlier... What should we do next?"

"Hmph! Isn't this entirely your own doing?"

The young man in gray crossed his legs and snorted, "A month ago, when I accidentally encountered that 'little girl from the Xu family,' I warned you.

Your promotion ritual could not be delayed any further and required the most extreme measures, but you refused to listen!"

"..."

Old Master Zheng lowered his head even further.

He had only joined the Rebirth Sect a few years ago and had not yet completely degenerated into a mad cultist.

With his remaining conscience, he still couldn't let go of his family, his ancestral business, and Changle County, his hometown where he had lived for decades.

"But fortunately, there is still room for recovery..."

The young man in gray smiled slightly and took out a blood-red helmet from the storage pouch at his waist.

The helmet was dark red all over, resembling a human skull.

A faint bloody halo circulated on the helmet, as if it were cast entirely from blood, looking extremely sinister.

Upon seeing the Blood Skull Helmet, Zheng Tianlu's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with resistance and struggle.

"Tianlu, all mortals are bound to die.

Since that is the case, why not let them become the souls under the command of our Holy Church disciples, turning into nourishment for our pursuit of 'eternal rebirth'?"

The young man saw through the elder's struggle at a glance.

A pleased smile appeared on his paper-pale face, and he whispered seductively, "Moreover, the Demon Suppression Bureau has already discovered your arrangements and will certainly not stand idly by. It's only a matter of time before they invite experts from their headquarters to thoroughly investigate this matter."

"When they uncover the truth, with the nature of those killers in Tianshui City, do you really think your entire family will survive?"

"Since death is inevitable, does it make any difference who kills you?"

The young man in gray drained the blood in the porcelain cup, licked the crimson at the corner of his mouth, and continued, "You have about ten days left."

"If you are lucky enough to succeed, achieve innate advancement in one go, and evade the subsequent pursuit of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Then take this [Blood Skull Helmet] and come find me where we first met..."

With that, the young man's figure suddenly turned into a mass of black smoke and vanished into thin air.

All that remained was a strange skull helmet, placed quietly on the chair.

A pair of hollow eye sockets stared intently at Old Master Zheng, exuding an incredibly eerie yet alluring aura.

"..."

The man and the skull stared at each other. The study was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

After a long while.

Zheng Tianlu took a deep breath, the struggle and confusion in his eyes gradually disappearing.

In its place was a desperate resolve, like madness born from being pushed to the brink!

"Someone! Come here!"

Swish—swish—

Two figures in black flashed into the study, kneeling on one knee.

"Master, what is your command?"

"Go inform the Wolf King and the Pig King. Tell them I have important matters to discuss with them..."