Who I Am Is Not Important; What Matters Is That You Shouldn't Die Here

Cold moonlight slanted across the mouth of the alley, bathing half the figure in silver radiance while leaving the other half submerged in darkness.

Li Changsheng wore a simple black robe without any unnecessary ornamentation.

Though his face looked no more than that of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy, the invisible pressure around him made Ye Guyi, whose soul power had been exhausted, tense every nerve in her body.

There was no need to think about it. The four streaks of black light that had restrained the evil soul masters must have come from this person.

Ye Guyi pressed her back tightly against the mottled, icy stone wall. Her angelic wings had already dimmed until they were nearly transparent, on the verge of collapse.

The Angel Holy Sword in her hand was held before her. Its tip trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the instability brought on by depleted soul power.

Her pretty face was pale, her golden eyelashes fluttering lightly. Her clear eyes remained fixed on the approaching youth as she forced herself to sternly demand, "Who are you? Were those evil soul masters controlled by you?"

On the ground, four heads rolled amid pools of blood, and the heavy stench of blood filled the entire alley.

The four Soul Ancestor evil soul masters were dead, their evil aura gradually dissipating from their corpses.

Li Changsheng slowly took two steps forward without attacking at once. His calm gaze settled on Ye Guyi, carefully observing the lingering radiance of her nearly perfect Holy Angel martial soul.

A Holy Angel, one in ten thousand, was born to restrain all evil—the Holy Spirit Cult's greatest natural nemesis. Yet now, with her soul power exhausted, she was like an angel whose fangs had been pulled.

"There's no need to be so wary."

Li Changsheng spoke faintly. His voice was not loud, yet it was exceptionally clear in the silent alley. "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have needed to restrain those people just now. If I had let them fight you to the death, once your strength ran dry, you still wouldn't have escaped death."

That single sentence struck straight at reality.

Ye Guyi's heart sank. She had no choice but to admit that he was right.

During that desperate battle, she had not sensed anyone lurking nearby at all. If he had wanted to ambush her, it would have been effortless.

Yet he had instead restrained the evil soul masters, indirectly helping her finish them off.

But that kindness had come far too strangely.

This was Bright Capital of the Sun Moon Empire, a place where evil soul masters ran rampant. A mysterious youth of unfathomable strength had appeared out of nowhere—no one would dare lower their guard.

"What exactly do you want?"

Ye Guyi tightened her grip around her sword, her fingertips turning bluish-white from weakness. "And who are you?"

Facing Ye Guyi's wary, questioning gaze, Li Changsheng calmly said:

"Who I am is not important."

"What matters is that you shouldn't die here."

At those words, Ye Guyi's clear, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the wariness in her heart instantly rose to its peak.

Having keenly caught the crucial information, she hurriedly pressed in a low voice:

"Are you from the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Li Changsheng did not deny it. He gave a slight nod and answered frankly:

"More or less."

Boom!

That admission was like a thunderclap exploding in Ye Guyi's heart!

In an instant, all her confusion, hesitation, and vigilance transformed into bone-chilling killing intent!

The Holy Spirit Cult!

The source of all evil on the continent!

A den of fiends that everyone had the right to destroy!

Even if this person had just saved her, he was still one of the evil path!

Good and evil could never coexist!

As the holder of the Holy Angel martial soul, bearing the mission of purifying all evil and destroying darkness, she and the Holy Spirit Cult had been born as mortal enemies!

What was more, her mother had died at the hands of evil soul masters.

Thus, even with her soul power depleted, her body weak, and herself trapped in desperate circumstances, neither her bottom line nor her Dao heart would allow even the slightest compromise!

With that thought, a fierce cold light flashed in Ye Guyi's eyes, and her killing intent surged!

She completely disregarded her body, which was nearly spent, and forcibly gathered the soul power on the verge of scattering. Her waist suddenly straightened!

The dim Angel Holy Sword in her hand suddenly glimmered again. Golden sword light tore through the air, carrying the resolve to die rather than yield as it stabbed viciously toward Li Changsheng's heart!

The move was resolute, the sword intent imposing—she would rather shatter like jade than survive as broken tile!

Though she knew she was no match for him, she still drew her sword!

That was the pride of a Holy Angel!

Yet in Li Changsheng's eyes, that desperate resolve was nothing more than pointless stubbornness.

Li Changsheng frowned slightly, a trace of helplessness passing through his heart.

Too reckless, too stubborn, too lacking in judgment.

Against ordinary people, such spirit was admirable.

But in a true game among the highest powers, such mindless fierceness would only get her killed the fastest.

Faced with that fatal strike from someone on the verge of exhaustion, he did not even have the interest to raise a hand and block.

Whoosh—

His figure suddenly blurred!

With an exceedingly simple sidestep, carrying no soul power fluctuations whatsoever, he directly evaded every streak of sword light.

Speed beyond sight, beyond all limits!

The next moment, his figure had already appeared eerily behind Ye Guyi, silent as a phantom of the night.

Before Ye Guyi, whose old strength had been exhausted and new strength had yet to arise, could react in the slightest—

A slender, clean hand lifted gently and landed with perfect precision on the back of her fair, delicate neck.

Smack!

A soft sound rang out.

The force was not heavy, but the control was flawless, precisely knocking her soul unconscious.

Ye Guyi, who had been filled with fighting spirit and ready to battle to the death just moments ago, instantly went limp. All struggle, killing intent, and tension vanished.

Her beautiful eyes, filled with defiance and dignity, slowly closed. She completely lost consciousness and fell softly backward.

Li Changsheng reached out and steadily caught her light body. Looking at the peaceful, defenseless beauty of the sleeping girl in his arms, then recalling her reckless attempt to use an egg against a stone, he could not help but snort coldly and comment in an icy tone:

"Truly brainless."

"No wonder you always make such mindless, head-on, reckless choices without considering the consequences."

She possessed a top-tier destiny martial soul, yet her nature was too pure and stubborn. She did not understand detours, concealment, or how to judge the situation.

In the gameboard of a chaotic age, people like her were the most likely to become cannon fodder, the easiest to exploit and target.

If she had not encountered him today, then even if she did not die tonight, she would have been severely wounded in the end and would have found it difficult to recover.

Thinking of this, he said no more and casually scooped the unconscious Ye Guyi into his arms.

Her golden dress fluttered, her long hair hanging down. The girl slept peacefully, utterly unaware that she had fallen into the arms of the greatest "evil path" Holy Son.

Li Changsheng swept his gaze across the blood-soaked corpses in the alley, then turned and walked out of the dark, deathly silent abandoned alley, completely leaving that place of slaughter behind.

The night was gentle, and Bright Capital's lights remained dazzling and brilliant.

He did not return to Sun Moon Academy. Instead, carrying the girl in his arms, he directly found Bright Capital's most luxurious star-rated hotel and booked an extravagant suite.

He swiped his card, pushed open the door, and entered.

Warm, soft yellow light immediately filled the neat and elegant room.

Li Changsheng casually raised his hand and lightly tossed the unconscious Ye Guyi from his arms.

Thump.

The girl's light body landed on the large, soft bed.

Her hair spread across the sheets, her figure graceful as she lay quietly there. Her breathing was even and deep, and she had fallen into a profound sleep.

Li Changsheng stood beside the bed with his hands behind his back. His gaze rested calmly on the girl, but his thoughts had already drifted to the vast gameboard of the entire Douluo Continent.

He had descended to the lower realm six years ago and watched the shifting winds and clouds. He had long since seen through the talent structure and fortunes of the entire continent.

The present Douluo Plane had been tightly bound for ten thousand years by Shrek's orthodox authority over public discourse.

Across the entire continent, there were very few top geniuses who could truly break free of Shrek's shackles, refuse to rely on that hypocritical righteous path, and avoid being controlled by it.

Searching the whole continent, there were truly only a handful of younger-generation talents worth mentioning.