Mythic Armament, Ancient God Blood

The cafeteria, now a ruin, was shaking violently.

A wall was blasted open, accompanied by a deafening roar of debris.

Boom!

One punch!

The reinforced concrete wall was suddenly smashed through. The mutated spider was flattened by a single blow, its blood spraying and splattering everywhere.

Gu Jianlin shook his hand, his bones emitting a hair-raising sound.

The power of the primordial wilderness surged within his body, nearly tearing his frame apart.

Whether it was his body, his soul, or even his life level, he was undergoing an evolution akin to ascension. Forbidden power unlocked, roaring as it was unleashed.

Once he had completed his Ancient God transformation, the highly mutated Fallen were no longer a threat to him.

The difference in status was heaven and earth.

Boom!

The ground collapsed with a crash. Joker was kicked into the ruins, his head pinned down, unable to move.

After his Ancient God transformation, a casual kick from Gu Jianlin was enough to pin this mutated monster down, suppressing him completely.

As he applied slight pressure with his right foot, the horrific sound of bones fracturing echoed.

Joker screamed in agony, blood streaming down his forehead.

He was pressed hard against the wall, unable to see the person behind him.

Yet, that fleeting glimpse from moments ago had branded that terrifying, imposing posture deep into his soul.

Especially those burning Golden Eyes; the majesty radiating from them was enough to crush his soul!

Immense terror exploded in Joker's heart. How could this be a seventeen-year-old boy? This was clearly a member of the Kirin Clan wielding ultimate violence. To possess such a noble and majestic aura—he was practically an Ancient God!

He couldn't tell if this was an Ancient God or a Divine Servant, but whatever it was, it was far above him.

A desperate desire to survive erupted. The madness carved into Joker's genes drove him to make a final struggle.

The Soul-Pacifying Bell, hovering in mid-air, emitted a final, booming sound.

Gu Jianlin heard the tolling like an ancient bell, but it had no effect on him, sounding like nothing more than tedious noise.

He raised his hand and grasped the primitive, pitch-black bell.

Unexpectedly, the Soul-Pacifying Bell began to tremble violently, as if it possessed a life of its own.

Mythic Armaments, products of a super-ancient era, seemed to possess self-awareness, obeying the spirituality of their masters.

Moreover, this was merely its primary liberated state; it was not its true form at all.

Relying on instinct, he channeled his own spirituality into his right hand, which held the Soul-Pacifying Bell.

At this moment, there were two strands of spirituality within the bell.

One came from Gu Jianlin, the other from Joker.

When two types of spirituality collide, the strong survive and the weak are reduced to dust!

In an instant, the tolling of the Soul-Pacifying Bell vanished, as if it had become a lifeless object.

At this moment, Joker under his foot let out another shrill scream.

His spiritual imprint had been forcibly erased, a pain akin to having his soul torn apart.

It was no less than a form of torture.

He never imagined that his own Mythic Armament could be stripped away so easily!

Puchi!

As Joker screamed, spiderwebs erupted from his severely mutated body. The razor-sharp silk sliced at the boy's body, but only produced harsh friction sounds and sparks.

Gu Jianlin didn't even dodge. With the physical strength of his Kirin form, he had no reason to fear attacks of this caliber.

He applied pressure with his right foot again!

Crack!

That was the sound of bones shattering.

Joker cried out in pain, his skull crushed underfoot, unable to stop his hysterical howling.

His remaining limbs thrashed wildly, but it was all in vain.

When the roles of hunter and prey were reversed, the massive gap in strength was enough to induce despair!

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, looking down at the monster struggling in its death throes, and said indifferently, "Listen, I don't think my father was wrong to kill people like you. If you want to come for revenge, you are welcome anytime. Provided you can pay the price."

His left hand suddenly ignited with golden flames as scorching as the sun.

Divine Sacrifice Fire!

It was still the dual-spirituality combustion of human and Ancient God.

Under the enhancement of the Ancient God transformation, the ability seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.

Compared to before, it was the difference between a firefly and the blazing sun!

"How is this possible? What exactly did Gu Ci'an leave for you! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

Joker felt the divine might contained within the Divine Sacrifice Fire, his psychological defenses collapsing completely. He shrieked hysterically, "You actually possess this power, you actually dare to touch this power, you're crazy! You're crazy!"

Gu Jianlin didn't want to bother with him; he backhanded his palm, burning with the Divine Sacrifice Fire, onto the top of Joker's head.

The Divine Sacrifice Fire roared suddenly.

Boom!

Joker's highly mutated body ignited. The Divine Sacrifice Fire, like a sun, incinerated him, and his remaining vitality was devoured in an instant, returning to the natural world.

In the midst of despair and pain, he realized that what he had awakened was something no human could ever hope to contend with!

In the face of such transcendent power from the Ancient God Race, a mutation of his level was nothing more than a laughable ant.

"Ancient God power, you actually possess Ancient God power."

Joker wailed hoarsely, a deathly intent gradually rising in his blood-red pupils as he murmured, "Even so, that great existence will come for you, it will definitely come for you..."

With a crack.

His throat was crushed.

"Shut up."

Gu Jianlin applied pressure, saying faintly, "If there is someone behind you, I will find him as soon as possible and have him accompany you down there."

Joker's eyes were nearly splitting, thick, fishy blood bubbling from his mouth.

Gu Jianlin crouched down, pressing both hands onto his skull!

In the darkness, a shrill wail seemed to echo.

In just an instant, Joker was submerged by the scorching Divine Sacrifice Fire, his pupils dilating suddenly, as if he had died with his eyes wide open.

Gu Jianlin felt a chaotic, profound vitality flow back into himself. His body, transformed by the Ancient God, absorbed it fully, condensing it into a drop of slightly impure, golden blood near his heart.

So that was it.

He understood; this was Ancient God Blood.

No wonder Gu Jianlin had tried to squeeze some blood out earlier, only to produce ordinary blood.

It seemed that, in all likelihood, he needed to devour the vitality of these Fallen to create it.

Very good. He had finally found the method.

From now on, he could mass-produce Ancient God Blood.

Gu Jianlin looked down at the monster consumed by the golden flames.

With the sacrifice of life, Joker's highly mutated body was actually regressing.

Gu Jianlin's gaze was indifferent. Then, seemingly thinking of something, he raised the Soul-Pacifying Bell and invoked his spirituality.

Mythic Armament, Soul-Pacifying Bell.

--Liberation!

The Soul-Pacifying Bell erupted once more with a tolling like an ancient bell, releasing a black halo.

The terrifying sound waves rippled outward, sweeping through the area like a tsunami.

Joker's soul was shattered in an instant, pulled by the pitch-black halo, and finally devoured completely.

Only a broken corpse remained, eyes still wide in death.

"Goodbye. Say hello to my father for me when you see him."

Gu Jianlin glanced at the Soul-Pacifying Bell in his hand, his gaze seemingly piercing through the bell to see a shattered soul.

According to Joker, the Soul-Pacifying Bell had the effect of enslaving souls.

He could use this to interrogate him and find out who the mastermind was.

He felt the intense pain radiating from within his body, as if he were on the verge of collapse.

The Black Kirin deep within his consciousness was also teetering.

Gu Jianlin understood that his body could not yet withstand the power of the Ancient God.

"The soul inside the Soul-Pacifying Bell involves not just Joker's affairs, but also the secret of my Ancient God transformation. I can't leave it to others. I must take the Non-Existent Lock and use its concealment effect to hide it..."

While the power within him had not yet faded, Gu Jianlin leaped down from the hole blasted through the second floor.

Because Joker was dead, the barrier of the Non-Existent Lock was crumbling.

Gu Jianlin raised his hand, grabbed a silver chain, and forcibly injected his spirituality.

Boom!

The residual spirituality within the Non-Existent Lock vanished, turning into a silver bracelet that coiled around his body.

It was at this moment that Gu Jianlin felt he had burned to his limit. A sound like a collapse echoed in his mind; all the characteristics belonging to the Kirin were fading, and his body felt as if it were being torn apart.

He fell to his knees, every cell in his body seemingly screaming. His spirituality was completely exhausted, and his head throbbed with pain.

Deep in his consciousness.

The Black Kirin collapsed with a roar and fell into a deep sleep.

The boy in white sacrificial robes awoke once more, reclaiming the dominant position.

"The time spent as a Kirin is so short. I'm afraid I'm turning into a one-hit wonder..."

Even though he was in so much pain he nearly fainted, Gu Jianlin raised his trembling hands, tied the Non-Existent Lock to the Soul-Pacifying Bell, and then wrapped it around his wrist like a bracelet.

The presence of the two Mythic Armaments gradually faded away.

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It was unknown how much time had passed when the cafeteria doors were pushed open again. Outside, a helicopter hovered in mid-air.

In the cabin, the white-haired girl stood in the shadows, silent.

Deacon Nie and his subordinates stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, their expressions extremely grave.

Beyond them, a tall, burly man stood with his arms crossed, standing like a statue beside an ambulance.

He wore a white suit, his face cold and imposing, radiating authority without anger.

Yan Wu, the next director of the Feng City district and the head of the Yan Family.

"Is Joker dead?"

He said in a deep voice, "What about the whereabouts of the two Mythic Armaments? If there are any accidents, the two of you go and retrieve them."

The man looked toward his two sons.

Yan Ye was also in a white suit, his hair neatly combed back. He looked to be in his early twenties, his temperament cold.

Yan Feng looked similar to him, dressed in loose casual wear, his expression lazy.

"If there are any accidents, there's no need to trouble the higher-ups."

He smiled, "My brother and I can handle it. It just so happens I need to settle the score for being ambushed by Joker last time."

These were the late-arriving investigators, responsible for rescue.

"Don't worry, go in."

Lu Zijin yawned lazily, "With me here, everything will be fine."

Members of the medical team filed in with stretchers, seeing the investigators lying unconscious all over the floor, and began emergency treatment.

"Life signs detected."

"No life-threatening injuries."

"Requesting injection of Life Essence."

A woman in a white lab coat followed at the very end, her hands in her pockets.

This woman had a face born to bewitch, adorned with enchanting and charming makeup, her waterfall of large wavy hair dyed light brown.

Even wearing a lab coat, it was hard to hide her curvaceous figure. Under her black skirt were a pair of long, plump, beautiful legs, and she wore shiny, pitch-black high heels.

"Dr. Lin, sorry for the trouble."

Deacon Nie said in a deep voice.

Lin Wanqiu smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, we of the Priest Path are very good at this kind of thing."

At this moment, a member of the Tribunal fumbled for the cafeteria light switch and turned it on.

With a snap.

The white light flickered on, illuminating the hall.

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

Because in the hall, there were unconscious members of the action team everywhere; only one person remained awake.

It was a blood-stained boy, sitting on the only intact chair in the ruins.

At his feet lay a corpse.

"No offense, but your action team specialists really aren't very good."

Gu Jianlin gave a light kick, flipping the corpse at his feet to reveal the face frozen in terror.

"Sorry, the bait has completed the assessment."

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Fengcheng No. 2 High School was in chaos due to the gas explosion.

Ambulances flashed their lights across the campus.

The police had also arrived.

Gazing out at the night from the library's glass window, the entire school was in chaos.

Su Youzhu kept her head bowed, staring at her phone; she had sent countless messages, but there was no response.

"Rest assured, your brother is fine, he just sustained some injuries while struggling with the criminals."

Lu Zicheng sat across from her, smiling as he said, "You know as well as I do that your brother's father was a profiler who offended many figures in the underworld, and now they have come for revenge. After today, you won't have to worry anymore, because the culprits have already been caught."

Su Youzhu's slender, soft hands gripped her phone tightly, and she raised her clear, bright eyes, her voice cold:

"Where was he injured? Is it serious? I'm going to the hospital to find him right now."

Lu Zicheng gave a dry cough and laughed, "Don't be in such a rush, sit down and have some tea first. I still need to take a statement from you, and I'll take you there in a little while. Besides, if you want to take leave, your homeroom teacher might not necessarily agree, right?"

He handed her a steaming cup of tea.

Su Youzhu sat back down and lifted the hot tea to take a sip: "Taking the statement here?"

Seeing her drink the Mind-Beguiling Tea, Lu Zicheng felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

A female secretary walked over, her eyes gleaming with a mysterious light: "Your brother is fine, he didn't get hurt at all. He just skipped class as usual to investigate the cause of his father's death. Before he left, he even asked your new homeroom teacher to take good care of you and make you some brown sugar water."

Su Youzhu looked into her eyes, her clear, bright gaze gradually becoming clouded.

"You are very sleepy now, go back and get some sleep."

The female secretary said with a smile.

However, just at that moment, the dean of students strode in and roared:

"Su Youzhu, what are you doing here, you dead weight dragging down our scores? Why aren't you at evening self-study? Do you not want your credits? Are you not taking the college entrance exam? You're the one pulling down your class average, aren't you? What will you even do when you grow up? Work in a factory? Or go work at a bar?"

Su Youzhu pursed her vermilion lips and gave a soft, "Oh."

Bang!

Lu Zicheng slapped the table impatiently and said coldly, "As a teacher, you are supposed to educate students properly, not use a chicken feather as a token of authority to put on airs. Does a mere dean of students really think he's something special?"

The female secretary raised her eyes, the eerie light within them swirling.

The dean of students was shouted down, his face turning pale with fright.

Su Youzhu turned her head, suspicious.

"Your brother performed a great service; his profiling was very helpful in solving the case, and he even captured the criminals with his own hands."

The female secretary smiled and said, "Little Gu asked us to take good care of you."

Lu Zicheng handed her a business card and laughed, "If anyone in school bullies you, tell me, and I'll go beat them up."