.....
The human-like shriek soared with intensity.
Lu Ding listened with a calm expression.
He spoke with a questioning tone: “What’s this? Even a Spell Corpse can feel pain?”
Logically speaking, corpse-type monsters shouldn’t feel pain, but now hearing it scream so miserably...
Lu Ding was a little surprised.
Under the assault of pain, flas erupted over the Spell Corpse’s body, burning fiercely and turning it into charcoal.
No matter how much cold air it released, it couldn’t stop it in the slightest.
Its jaws opened to an exaggerated degree, with muscle fibers clearly visible, trembling violently with each agonized scream.
It had so much it wanted to say to Lu Ding, but it hurt too much, way too much!!!!
It hurt so bad it couldn’t even get a word out, only scream and wail.
But as Lu Ding listened to the cries, though his expression didn’t change much, there was a bit more arrogant glee than before.
What would it drop?
Sothing ice-type? Or an attack like that instant cast one just now?
Lu Ding couldn’t help but feel a little excited.
Not far away.
Two people witnessed the entire process with their own eyes.
Watching the Spell Corpse char into bits, and the expression on Lu Ding’s face.
Ren Tong was deep in thought, while Bai Hen said, “See? I told you we were late.”
They really were late.
But Ren Tong wanted to say, it’s not that late though, probably not more than five minutes, right?
The Corpse King just got wasted like that?
And what was with that slightly excited look on Lu Ding’s face, plus that dead-on stare as the Corpse King was charred to death!?
Wait!!
This...
This doesn’t feel right.
Even if it’s a monster and deserves to die, that expression... it says way too much.
Like watching a monster die a horrible death is sothing exciting or worth celebrating.
This kind of ntal state...
Hmm... Ren Tong didn’t know how to put it into words.
All he could say was: talented youth of Yunng, may fortune be with you. Thank goodness you’re still ‘human.’
Over here, the Spell Corpse’s wails ca to a stop.
All that remained was scorched charcoal hanging on the bronze pillar.
【Contained Creature: Spell Corpse】
【Containnt Reward: Qi-Devouring Death Ray】
【Qi-Devouring Death Ray: Condenses the traits of one’s own qi, destroys the intruder’s vitality】
A smile finally appeared on Lu Ding’s face. Even though nothing ice-related dropped, that move the Spell Corpse used just now did.
He wasn’t a greedy person—what’s ant to co, will co eventually.
There are so many monsters in the world, it’s not like they’ll go extinct.
Besides, ice-type techniques were usable for Lu Ding, but not as good as this one.
Definitely not sothing like Absolute Zero or whatever.
But let’s be real, a move like Absolute Zero isn’t sothing a Spell Corpse that got one-shotted could drop anyway.
As more high-power techniques piled up, Lu Ding already imagined the future where he let enemies pick their death.
Like flipping cards in a ga.
A scene like those finishing moves in gas.
Under looming dark clouds, the Sin Dragon spirals, blood winds and rain dance wildly, flower petals swirling in the air, black-red veins crawling across him.
With his scholar-warrior sleeves flapping in the wind, Lu Ding opens his arms.
‘Co, pick your way to die.’
That mont when enemies have to choose how they die, feeling fear of the unknown and the slow arrival of death.
So stylish, so elegant.
That feeling is like holding a full hand in poker with both jokers and declaring it—pure sweetness.
But for now, Lu Ding still had a long way to go before reaching that cinematic level.
He still didn’t know enough big-hitter spells.
Not enough.
The bronze hall dissipated.
With the Spell Corpse’s death, the Thousand Corpses Honoring the King Formation began to fade.
The ground shook, and Dragon Qi surged into the sky.
Lu Ding raised a finger, spiritual energy stirring, a dark red light orb forming at his fingertip.
Aid at the sky.
It fired silently.
In that instant, it was as if all the light in the area had been drained away, the dark red hue staining the heavens and earth.
Reflecting off Lu Ding’s face, giving him a wicked, untad aura.
His unrestrained smile under the black-red glow was utterly wild.
They watched as the rising Dragon Qi in the sky was shattered.
Lu Ding’s smile lasted barely a second before vanishing.
“C**p!!!”
The Dragon Vein’s qi got blasted apart—what was he gonna turn in for the mission!!?
He quickly pulled out the Purple-Skinned Gourd, channeled qi into it, and absorbed the shredded Dragon Qi from above.
After storing it—
Lu Ding held the gourd up, squinted with one eye, and peered inside.
One fragnt looked mostly intact. The other... piece it together and it’d work.
ssed up as they were, at least it was still Dragon Vein qi.
Good enough!!
The Purple-Skinned Gourd turned back into a ring and slid onto Lu Ding’s hand.
He turned to look at where Bai Hen and Ren Tong stood.
At that mont, Ren Tong had his mouth slightly open, head tilted 45 degrees, staring at the sky where the Dragon Qi had flown.
That attack just now, even though the Dragon Qi used as a fra of reference was kinda weak...
Still... what the hell... Divine Palace!!???
“Director Ren, tell your people to get ready for work.”
Lu Ding’s voice snapped him out of the ntal freeze caused by cognitive overload.
Ren Tong ca back to his senses: “Eh eh eh, sure sure sure. Lord Lu Taishui, based on your style, you’ll probably head straight to Yunng, right?”
Well, look at that—already changed the way he addresses him.
According to 749 Bureau’s hierarchy, Lu Ding’s rank was technically below Ren Tong’s.
But Lu Ding ca from an advanced training ground and was dispatched here as a special agent. So, in that context, they were equals.
Still, after witnessing Lu Ding’s consecutive moves, Ren Tong thought—equals?
From the Bureau’s view, yeah, we’re the sa rank.
But from my perspective—nope, I don’t even co close.
“More or less. Nothing left to do here.”
Hearing that, Ren Tong’s smile wrinkled up his whole face.
“Um... Lord Lu Taishui, since you’re heading to Yunng, could I ask a small personal favor? I’m willing to offer 200 Contribution Points.”
Two hundred Contribution Points—that’s a lot.
Lu Ding was a bit tempted: “Go ahead, let hear it first.”
“It’s like this—I have a daughter. She’s in her senior year at Yunng No. 5 High. Maybe because of my background, she’s not getting along with the kids from those cultivator families.”
Yunng No. 5, one of the top three elite high schools in Han Dynasty territory, with sky-high college entrance rates.
Back when Lu Ding was still a regular person, he’d heard plenty of legends about Yunng No. 5.
“Not getting along?”
“Is she being bullied?”
Ren Tong’s expression was a bit complicated: “Not quite bullied, but she’s been wronged. The main instigators are so juniors from the Ruan and Zhai families.”
“They’re careful about not crossing the line. As the Director of Minshan City’s 749 Branch, it’s hard for to intervene. But if I act as a cultivator myself, it’d be seen as an adult picking on kids, and Yunng’s their ho turf.”
“I did reach out to local investigators before, and it cald down for a while, but it started again later.”
“And I can’t afford to go too hard. I know your style is a bit... different from most others...”
At this point, Ren Tong’s expression got a little awkward. He was embarrassed.
“So, could you maybe help out?”
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