Silver Dragonfish Secured! Disgusting Nobles [Seeking Follow-ups]

Jiang Ce was extremely puzzled.

According to the timeline, the Silver Dragon King should be slumbering within the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Why would Na'er, her avatar, appear here?

Venom's tentacles probed into the girl's sea of consciousness to read her memories.

Empty.

Aside from the most basic survival instincts, there was nothing.

As expected, she had sealed her own memories.

He separated a mass of Venom tissue from Yan Lingji, instantly enveloping the girl's entire body.

The age of the Venom symbiote on Yan Lingji was slashed in half, dropping from twelve thousand seven hundred years to six thousand three hundred years.

The girl's clothes were consumed by Venom, replaced by a black silk bodysuit, which was then covered by a magnificent dress.

Na'er opened her eyes and stood up.

Jiang Ce controlled her body, moving her limbs to test them.

"Another mount acquired."

Yan Lingji reclaimed control of her body and reached out to lightly touch Na'er's cheek, her fingers sliding slowly along the girl's graceful curves.

"But Master, is there something special about her? You wouldn't just take a mount on a whim."

"If she weren't a Daughter of Destiny, I wouldn't have taken her as a mount."

Jiang Ce controlled Na'er's hand to pat Yan Lingji's chest, and in an instant, Three Thousand Lightning Movement crackled.

"Does that mean this slave and Sister Xiaomeng are both Daughters of Destiny?"

"Naturally. In your original worlds, you were both Daughters of Destiny, carrying great fortune yourselves."

Xiaomeng spoke indifferently.

"Taoism speaks of 'fate' and 'numbers'; those to whom destiny belongs have fortune bestowed upon them, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort."

"Naturally, as they say, when the time comes, fortune turns, and heaven and earth work in unison."

"Then is this little sister also a Daughter of Destiny?"

"Her origins are even greater."

Jiang Ce explained concisely:

The Dragon God once ruled the soul beasts, but fell after a great war with the God Realm, splitting into the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King.

In her prime, the Silver Dragon King possessed combat power at the God King level and was the true overlord of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Yan Lingji and Xiaomeng were both stunned.

"Then why is she here?"

"Her memories are sealed; I cannot read them for the time being," Jiang Ce said. "My age is far inferior to hers, and the gap in mental power is too great. Unless she unlocks her memories herself, I cannot touch them."

"However, since I've encountered her, I am determined to keep this mount."

"Let's go, to the Duke's Mansion."

Venom tissue surged behind Na'er, forming pitch-black wings, and she soared into the night sky.

Yan Lingji and Xiaomeng exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.

Duke's Mansion, Council Hall.

A dozen people sat on both sides of a long table—Duke Xue Lingshan, along with several of the highest-ranking Marquises and Earls of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The table was laden with fine wine and delicacies, and the candles burned bright.

"The Fierce Tiger Mercenary Group was wiped out over a month ago, and the culprit still hasn't been found?"

Xue Lingshan's face was grim.

"Martial Soul Hall is already suspicious; last month, someone spotted our transport team on the edge of the Sunset Forest."

"The supply from the Dark Blood Alliance has been cut off, and the lower branches are all pressing for it."

A Marquis set down his wine glass and sneered, "What is there to fear? Martial Soul Hall is investigating evil soul masters, not us."

"If the materials aren't enough, just grab more from the slums in our territories. Those lowly commoners—no one cares if they die."

"Right, hundreds go missing every year anyway, and the authorities never investigate."

"This batch of goods must be gathered before next month's sacrifice; the big figures above are waiting for it."

"Duke, how many do you think we should grab this time?"

Xue Lingshan sipped his wine and said indifferently, "One thousand. Old, weak, women, and children—prioritize the young."

"Understood."

"Also, seal the road leading to the Star Dou Great Forest. People from the Dark Blood Alliance have been coming and going too frequently lately; don't let us be watched."

"Rest assured, my lord, only our people know of that path."

The dozen or so men chatted and laughed, their tones as casual as if they were discussing livestock rather than human lives.

"BANG!"

The doors to the council chamber exploded, sending splinters flying.

Several slender figures strolled in with graceful ease.

Na'er walked at the very front, while Jiang Ce, controlling her body, slowly clapped his hands.

"Truly worthy of being beasts."

"To speak of such things as if they were only natural."

The nobles at the table froze in unison.

Greedy gazes swept over the women—their figures, their faces, their auras; each one was a masterpiece of the mortal realm.

But they quickly snapped back to reality.

"Guards! Someone, come quickly!"

Xue Lingshan roared, and seven soul rings rose from his body—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

A seven-ring Soul Saint.

The remaining nobles also released their spirits one after another.

The three marquises were six-ring Soul Emperors, the five counts were five-ring Soul Kings, and the remaining viscounts and barons were at the four-ring Soul Ancestor level.

Lights from various soul rings flickered as beast spirits underwent Martial Soul Possession and tool spirits appeared in hand.

However, it was useless.

Yan Lingji's true form and her two clones vanished simultaneously.

Sword light flashed; before the three marquises could even release their soul skills, their arms were severed by blades coated in Venom.

Another strike sent two counts flying, smashing them into stone pillars.

Xiaomeng raised a hand, and Colorless World enveloped the entire chamber, slowing the movements of every noble by dozens of times.

Yan Lingji's clones wove left and right, slamming their sword hilts into the back of Xue Lingshan's head and knocking him face-first into the floor.

Less than five seconds had passed.

All dozen nobles lay on the ground, their spirits dispersed, unable to even crawl.

"Is that all the skill you have?"

Yan Lingji flicked the blood droplets from her blade.

Jiang Ce, controlling Na'er's body, walked to the long table.

"Now, it is your turn."

Xue Lingshan forced a calm demeanor, squeezing out a smile.

"Young ladies, let us talk this over. What do you want? Money? Power? I can give you anything."

"I can even... I can take you as my duchesses."

"The most noble women in the Heaven Dou Empire—do you not want that?"

He stared at Na'er's face, his eyes overflowing with greed.

"As long as you spare me, I guarantee—"

"SLAP!"

Yan Lingji struck him across the face.

Teeth mixed with blood flew out as Xue Lingshan collapsed to the ground.

"A disgusting thing like you—I'd feel dirty just touching you."

Yan Lingji shook her hand, her eyes filled with revulsion.

"Good thing I used soul power to strike from a distance; I was afraid of dirtying my hand."

"What should I do if Master finds me repulsive?"

"A piece of trash like you, and you want to marry me?"

Xue Lingshan, his mouth full of blood, begged in terror: "Don't kill me... I am a duke... the Heaven Dou royal family..."

The other nobles scrambled to their knees, kowtowing.

"Spare us! Spare us! We have plenty of money! We'll give it all to you!"

"Don't kill me!"

Jiang Ce spoke in Na'er's voice: "Kill you? That would be too easy."

"Little demon, nail them to this floor."

"Yes, my Master."

Yan Lingji retrieved a series of long spears from her storage Soul Tool, their tips glinting with a chilling light.

The nobles present felt an extreme sense of foreboding.

A long spear pierced Xue Lingshan's thigh, pinning him to the wall.

A second one pierced his shoulder.

A third pierced his other leg.

Xue Lingshan let out a heart-wrenching, soul-piercing scream.

Yan Lingji drove them in one by one, unhurried and methodical.

Blood trickled down the wall, dripping onto the floor.

"Isn't it your hobby to treat people like materials?"

She walked toward the next Marquis.

"Then taste for yourselves the sensation of being slowly bled dry."

A spear pierced a shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

The Count wept and begged for mercy, but was met with a spear through the leg all the same.

The Viscount tried to flee, but was kicked back by a clone of Yan Lingji; a spear pierced his waist, pinning him to a pillar.

The screams echoed throughout the council hall, lingering without end.

The walls of the council hall were covered with the bodies of the nobles.

Blood flowed across the floor, soaking the carpet.

Na'er stood to the side with an expressionless face, looking like an exquisite doll.

"You lot, come in and gag all of their mouths."

[Yan Lingji looks on with disgust.]