One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence, Part 38

He picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and sent Su Yu a message on Feixin.

Then he loosened his right hand. Black motes of light coiled around Su Xing's body, and he left the hill directly.

At the foot of the hill.

Liu Ming sat on the stone steps at the mountain entrance.

Seven or eight people surrounded him. Some had rushed over after learning that the battle was over, while others had originally been assigned by the organization as reinforcements. They all gathered around Liu Ming, their gazes full of concern.

Liu Ming forced a smile and joked, "Heh, if you'd come any later, your boss would've gone to the afterlife."

Hearing Liu Ming's words,

quite a few members of the special organization looked embarrassed.

This had indeed been a major blunder on their part. They had assumed that the Spirit Cult had only sent one priest, and that a seasoned fighter like Liu Ming would surely be fine. As a result, they had not even prepared in advance. By the time word of Liu Ming's danger reached the organization and they began mobilizing, it was already far too late.

However, Liu Ming did not pursue the matter. He merely turned toward Bai Lan, whose eyes kept displaying various analysis windows, opened his mouth, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice,

"Lan, can you tell who saved me?"

"A mysterious expert."

Bai Lan answered without hesitation. The lingering aura on the ground was simply too familiar to her. When quite a few organization members heard that the mysterious expert had acted again, they exchanged glances. Liu Ming pondered for a moment before speaking again.

"As expected... Lan, do you think that mysterious expert could be him?"

The person he meant was naturally the sword hall master. After thinking for a while, Bai Lan tilted her head, her long black hair spilling over one side. She blinked at Liu Ming and said,

"Before, I also thought it had to be him."

"But Su Yu sent back word earlier that he'll be leaving after a while. That made me doubt it a little. Maybe the mysterious expert really isn't him."

"Is that so... Forget it. It doesn't matter whether it's him or not."

Liu Ming rubbed his temples and let out a heavy breath, shifting the topic from the mysterious expert to the Spirit Cult. "Wang Yu, have you found any traces of the high priests behind those priests these past few days?"

Hearing Liu Ming mention him, Wang Yu pushed his way out of the crowd, took out several reports, and said,

"We found some, but they're all traces from before they went into hiding. Recently, the Spirit Cult's high priests have seemed to vanish off the face of the earth. We can't find anything at all."

Hearing this, Liu Ming fell silent for a moment, then sighed in frustration.

"Everyone, the Spirit Cult's strength cannot be underestimated. If their high priests have abandoned all the priests under their command... I'm worried those priests will band together and fight us to the death. When that happens, there may be a bloody battle."

Survival was humanity's foremost priority.

If those priests were truly driven to the brink of life and death,

everyone present believed that they would definitely fight them to the death. It was not a question of whether it might happen. It was certain to happen. Therefore, no one doubted the future Liu Ming described.

"I can request reinforcements from Cang City headquarters."

"The Spirit Suppression Plan in northern Cang City has entered a lull for now. They should be able to send us quite a few third-rank Sequence users. That would greatly improve our odds of winning."

Hearing Liu Ming's words, Bai Lan's expression grew somewhat grave as well. She spoke slowly.

"I'll leave it to you, Lan."

Liu Ming's brow relaxed somewhat at her words. Then he asked, "Can Senior Li Yu come help us?"

Li Yu.

Before Su Yu emerged, he had been the top genius of Cang City's special organization.

Moreover, he was a genius who had already matured. His strength was simply not something Su Yu could compare to. If he could support the south, every problem would be solved with ease.

Everyone present knew that Bai Lan and Li Yu were on good terms, so their gazes all fell on Bai Lan, who wore a short white skirt.

Bai Lan spread her hands and said helplessly,

"You know it too. The fighting in the north has only entered a lull; it hasn't ended yet. There's no way he can come."

"Forget it. Let's head back and hold a short meeting first."

Liu Ming had not held out much hope to begin with. He had only asked tentatively. He glanced at Bai Lan and said,

"Bai Lan, return to the north yourself and report everything happening here. It would be best if you could bring people back as soon as possible."

Bai Lan patted her chest. "Don't worry. I'm very reliable."

"Su Yu and Shen Ruyun, you two should return to the sword hall. See whether that old gym teacher is really leaving the south. As for the details of this meeting, we'll send them to you by text."

"And... protect Su Xing as much as possible. The Spirit Cult will definitely target him because he's Su Yu's older brother, using him to threaten us. You must be careful about that."

"Yes!"

Everyone answered in unison before scattering in different directions.

Only Su Yu, Shen Ruyun, and Bai Lan remained where they stood.

Watching the special organization members leave, Su Yu suddenly found it a little funny. How could he possibly have the ability to protect his big brother?... Just as his thoughts began to wander, Bai Lan quietly walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and softly asked,

"Xiao Yu... can you get that handsome older brother of yours to accept my friend request? If he doesn't accept it, I can't use any of my skills!"

Su Yu: "..."

That afternoon, the sun shone brightly.

After finishing his online class, Su Xing packed up his equipment and went straight into the bathroom for a shower.

When Su Xing stepped out of the bathroom, his body still slightly damp, he suddenly noticed his phone vibrate twice. He walked to the bed in a few strides, picked up the phone beside it, and saw a message Su Yu had left over an hour ago.

"Big bro, when you have time, accept Sister Lan's friend request. She seems really thirsty for your body."

"..."

Su Xing blanked for a moment, then typed back helplessly, "Brat, don't learn this kind of thing."

After sending it, Su Xing did not think much of it and immediately tossed his phone aside. But after thinking it over, he picked it back up, accepted Bai Lan's friend request, sent her a "Hello," then turned off the screen and tossed it onto the bed without looking at it again.

Su Xing casually grabbed a black short-sleeved shirt and put it on, then headed steadily toward the training hall.

With nothing else to do, it was time to practice swordsmanship.

Perhaps because dusk was approaching, neither Su Yu nor Shen Ruyun was in the training hall. Only someone Su Xing had not expected stood at the entrance, preparing to leave. Upon seeing Su Xing, he immediately revealed a kindly smile.

"Xiao Su, here to practice swordsmanship again?"

"Hall Master, are you leaving today? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, it's been five or six days since I told you those things. It's about time for me to leave. I didn't want to affect you two."

"What are you saying?"

Su Xing said somewhat unhappily. He had known the hall master for some time and had grown somewhat attached to him. Besides, the hall master had guided him before.

The hall master wore an old-fashioned brown jacket and pulled a huge suitcase. Standing at the entrance, he turned sideways to look at Su Xing and smiled.

"Xiao Su, I'll leave the sword hall in your care from now on. If anything happens, you can call me. If I have time, I'll definitely answer."

"All right, no need to see me off. When you have time, take better care of your younger brother. I'm about to miss my train, so I won't say more."

The old hall master stopped Su Xing from walking him out. Under Su Xing's watchful gaze, he left the sword hall one step at a time.

At first, a warm smile like a spring breeze remained on his face. Pulling his enormous suitcase down the street, its wheels made a rumbling sound, making him look every bit like an old man.

Only after he was far from the sword hall did he slowly relax. His entire aura instantly became sharp and terrifying.

He dragged his suitcase into a blind spot beyond the surveillance cameras, took one step forward, and vanished.

In a basement in southern Cang City.

A fat man and a thin man sat cross-legged there. Food scraps were scattered all around one of them, while the other had stuffed two balls of paper into his nostrils and was sleeping with his eyes shut. They were clearly the two priests who had discovered the Water Priest's death and gathered to hide.

Suddenly, a phone ringtone shattered the silence.

The thin man opened his bleary eyes, glanced at the phone in his pocket, then lay back down and said helplessly, "Dead Pig, it's your phone."

"I know."

The man called Dead Pig took another bite out of the chicken drumstick in his hand, showing no intention of answering. Yet the ringtone kept going off again and again, annoying the thin man so much that he could not sleep.

He got to his feet angrily, snatched the fat man's phone, and was about to answer it. But when he saw the caller name, he froze. Then he looked at the fat man in confusion and said in a low voice,

"Feather Priest? Isn't this one of the people with the Sword Priest? Why is he calling us?"

"Heh, I'm curious too. When our Water Priest and Blood Priest died, we contacted them, but they wouldn't answer at all. Now they're calling us. Do you think it could be good news?"

The fat man spoke with a beaming smile, but his voice was so cold it made people shiver. After thinking for a moment, the thin man still said unwillingly,

"Fat Priest, do you really want to stay in this place forever?"

The thin man pointed at the basement.

This basement was only a temporary place for them to stay. Other than being safe, it had nothing at all.