Assassin? Uproar (Seeking Collection, Comments, and Recommendation Tickets!)

Upon hearing the name Chrysanthemum Douluo, the guards immediately understood.

The two exchanged a glance, and one of them replied respectfully, "My Lord, the residence of Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo is the Golden Chrysanthemum Palace."

"If you walk straight along this path, turn right at the next intersection, and then left at the following one, you will arrive at the Golden Chrysanthemum Palace."

Lin Ze'an nodded, tied his token back onto his waist, and headed in the direction the guards had indicated.

As the night deepened, he couldn't help but look around as he walked, his face filled with amazement.

Come to think of it, Spirit Hall was truly massive...

Even these palaces, which were far inferior to the Pope Palace, were so grand and imposing.

Just as he was sighing in admiration, his body suddenly stiffened, and he came to a halt.

Someone was there? If they were walking normally, why hide in the shadows instead of taking the main path? That could only mean...

"Who is it?!" Lin Ze'an felt a jolt of alarm, spun around, and instinctively raised his hand in a sweeping motion.

In an instant, emerald-green vines erupted from the ground, surging toward the shadows behind him.

But the next second—

"Crack!"

Those vines, which had been full of vitality and aggression, were rapidly encased in a layer of frost.

Immediately afterward, they shattered with a boom, turning into fine ice shards and fragments that clattered to the ground.

"What?"

Seeing this, Lin Ze'an steeled himself. He could tell from that single exchange that his opponent's spirit power level was far higher than his own... he couldn't win.

But he couldn't just sit and wait for death. His eyes turned cold, and he summoned several more vines to strike out.

If his memory served him correctly, wasn't this the area where the elders resided? How could an assassin get into a place like this? It was absurd!

"Forget it," he muttered under his breath, then turned and bolted toward the Golden Chrysanthemum Palace.

Just then, a voice called out from behind, "Hey? Wait!"

However, Lin Ze'an was running desperately toward his master's location, so he didn't hear the shout at all as it reached his ears.

Once Lin Ze'an's figure vanished, Guang Ling Douluo looked at Qing Luan Douluo, who was walking toward him, with a bewildered expression: "Third Brother? This..."

Qing Luan Douluo gazed in the direction Lin Ze'an had fled, his eyes filled with speechlessness: "Old Five, did you forget why we came here?"

"The Great Elder sent us to see if this child is truly the rumored innate full spirit power of level 20."

"I told you to act properly, but you insisted on sneaking around. Now look, you've been mistaken for an assassin."

Hearing this, Guang Ling Douluo scratched his head in embarrassment: "How was I supposed to know a child would have such keen perception? He actually managed to track my movements."

"But then again..." he stared at the vine fragments on the ground, lost in thought. "Although he didn't release his spirit, the spirit power fluctuation he emitted the moment he attacked was at least level 20. To be level 20 at this age... the rumors must be true."

On the other side, Lin Ze'an was sprinting toward the Golden Chrysanthemum Palace.

"Assassin!" Lin Ze'an shouted to the guards he passed, pulling his token from his waist as he ran.

"What?!" The guards were shocked by his words; they immediately stood at attention and looked at Lin Ze'an with grave expressions.

"Quick! An assassin has broken into the inner city!" Lin Ze'an said urgently, pointing in the direction he had just come from.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

Soon, the alarm bell of the inner city was rung, the long, tolling sound echoing through the night sky.

The once-tranquil night was broken as countless guards quickly assembled from various palaces, guard posts, and patrol routes.

With stern expressions, they began a carpet search of every street and the perimeter of every palace.

Yue Guan shielded Lin Ze'an behind him, his face full of fury, his Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum spirit manifesting in his right hand.

He only had this one precious disciple; which blind fool dared to target Lin Ze'an!

Just then, a black shadow swept over from the distance. Gui Mei had clearly heard the commotion and asked hurriedly, "What is going on here?"

Hearing this, Yue Guan turned to look at Gui Mei and recounted the events exactly as they had happened.

Gui Mei frowned: "What? An assassination attempt inside Spirit Hall?"

At that moment, a guard ran over in a hurry: "Reporting to Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo and Lord Ghost Douluo, we have sealed off the entire inner city and are searching for the suspect with all our might."

Upon hearing the guard's report, Yue Guan's expression darkened: "What are you all good for?!"

"An assassin of unknown identity managed to break into Spirit Hall and nearly harmed my disciple!"

Feeling the heat of Yue Guan's rage, the guard lowered his head, not daring to even breathe loudly: "Please calm your anger, Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo..."

Before long, Bibi Dong arrived, accompanied by Hu Liena.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yue Guan and the other two bowed. "Your Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, and Hu Liena, standing beside her, also bowed. "Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo, Lord Ghost Douluo."

Immediately after, Bibi Dong looked at Yue Guan and asked, "What is going on? The guards reported that there was an assassin?"

Hearing this, Yue Guan stepped forward at once and said, "Your Majesty, someone just broke into the inner city and was skulking behind my disciple."

Gui Mei added, "Your Majesty, the guards are currently searching, but so far, they have found no trace of the assassin."

In the blink of an eye, several more hours had passed.

The night was deep now, and Spirit City had returned to its tranquility.

Yue Guan accompanied Lin Ze'an as they walked back toward his courtyard.

However, both of them wore expressions of speechlessness.

"Master, is Guang Ling Douluo alright?" Lin Ze'an muttered in a low voice. "If he wanted to see me, couldn't he have just come out instead of skulking around in the middle of the night?"

He had been wondering what kind of formidable assassin could break into the heavily guarded Spirit Hall and still let a mere Grand Spirit Master like him escape.

It turned out the whole thing was just a massive misunderstanding.

Hearing this, Yue Guan rubbed Lin Ze'an's head and said helplessly, "Don't be sullen, my good disciple. Among the several Elders, only the Fifth Elder has such a personality."

Though he said that, he actually had quite a few complaints himself.

Scaring his disciple in the middle of the night, forcing the entire Spirit Hall to go on high alert, and mobilizing everyone to catch an assassin, only for it to be a misunderstanding...

The two sighed all the way until they finally returned to the front of Lin Ze'an's small courtyard.

The vines and flowers in the yard, which grew taller than the walls, appeared exceptionally serene under the moonlight.

Standing before the gate, Yue Guan pondered for a moment, then took out an exquisite gold card and handed it to Lin Ze'an.

"Disciple, there are five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in here. Use this for now, and if it's not enough, just ask your master for more."

Lin Ze'an took the card, his face filled with astonishment. "Five hundred thousand? Master, is that too much?"

Seeing him like this, Yue Guan patted his head, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. "You are my precious disciple, after all; how could you be short on money?"

"I don't have many good things to give you, but I do have some savings. Spend it without worry."