......This thing was just like drinking alcohol—rationality -99, balance -99, verbal expression -99, courage and strength 99999.....
Zither Aria’s silver teeth seeped with blood as she gritted them to speak, one word at a ti: "You... you BASTARD!!!!"
Raising her hand, she brought out a new zither and set it horizontally. Her ten fingers flew rapidly in a blur, phantoms layered upon phantoms. Sound waves erupted in waves, bombarding wildly.
Without her weakness exposed, her montum now was indeed a world apart.
If she had been a God-Sealing realm powerhouse, Lu Ding would have had a hard ti today.
But too bad.
Spirit Refinent Ninth Layer—she hadn’t undergone a qualitative change yet.
The sound waves surged like an endless ocean, gathering divinity into tidal currents.
An unknown cry rang out.
The tide’s rhythm and the sea’s lody rolled within, waves crashing, ferocious beasts charging—tens of thousands at least. Wherever they passed, everything was flattened, tearing open the long night sky.
Lu Ding stomped one foot, and black smoke spread outward in rings.
Drilling the formation, he charged.
Soone like her didn’t even deserve him drawing his blade.
The [Qi of the Ticket Wind] wrapped around the petals as they flew in circles, slaughtering freely, shredding the myriad bizarre beasts that burst from the sea-like sound waves.
Zither Aria plucked the strings, her technique like an illusion, causing the surrounding scenery to blur and shift into a boundless ocean.
A monstrous beast with a terrifying silhouette slowly erged from the seabed as a black shadow, rising from below. It roared as it shot upward, one bite seeming to swallow the heavens as it leaped out of the water and engulfed Lu Ding whole.
Zither Aria stopped her hands and pressed the strings.
This move of hers was like a sun and moon within a kettle—a self-contained space.
While trapping the enemy, it also contained lethal techniques.
It wasn’t sothing ordinary people could break free from or resist.
By comprehending the way of water’s rhythm, she had ford a deviant path to refine herself into a water god. Her sound waves were like the sea; without water substance, she could still create an ocean. Compared to ordinary Qi Refiners who comprehended water’s rhythm, her deviant path held greater mystery.
But that old saying still held.
If your strength wasn’t enough, all mysteries were just flashy nonsense!!!
The so-called "great Dao is simple"—direct strength could crush everything!!
BANG!!!!
The water beast that had created its own internal space exploded.
Countless black petals burst out, fluttering down gracefully.
Lu Ding walked straight through them. In the sky, the woolly moon hung high, stained by black mist. Under the moonlight, a figure moved through, like a butterfly threading through flowers, stepping on petals as it ca.
"How is this possible!!!!!"
A reaching hand grew larger and larger in her eyes.
The fingers had distinct knuckles; the palm had an elegant shape.
The figure’s posture was graceful; the petals shimred in myriad colors.
BANG!!!!
Lu Ding firmly clamped onto her face, slamming her into the ground. He plowed her across the earth, leaving a trench stretching thousands of ters in his wake.
The surrounding darkness echoed with arrogant laughter.
Through the gaps between his fingers, she saw the fierce, savage grin on Lu Ding’s face. A voice ca to her ears: "Count yourself honored—you’re the first to see this move."
As he spoke, Lu Ding pressed down hard.
Terrifying force acted upon the ground, splitting open a bottomless fissure. Heat surged from within, followed by firelight, and magma erupted upward.
This represented Zither Aria’s heart ridian snapping, her heart shattering, and her heart fire being unleashed.
Gurgle...
Gurgle... magma oozed out, washing over Zither Aria’s body without restraint. The pain made her tremble—none of the world’s cruelest tortures could match even a tenth of this agony.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!"
A piercing shriek uncontrollably tore from Zither Aria’s mouth.
"The Child Association will avenge ! They will avenge !!!!!!!"
Crack, crack, crack, crack...
Lu Ding’s hand gradually tightened.
Until he yanked hard.
A round head, still attached to a spine that had been burned charcoal-black, was lifted in his hand.
He looked at the ground.
The remaining corpse had already carbonized. Under the searing heat of high temperature, what was already a small body had completely dehydrated and shriveled up.
Where the spine and head had been torn away, there was now an empty cavity.
The overall shape looked just like a hot water kettle.
Lu Ding looked at the head connected by the spine in his hand, speaking to its twisted, frozen expression of a death that refused to close its eyes.
"I told you—if I didn’t beat you into a hot water bottle, my na wouldn’t be Lu."
Then he adjusted the direction of the head with its unclosed eyes, making it look at its own corpse. "Check it out for yourself—doesn’t it look like one? Hahahahahaha..........."
It was utterly arrogant.
He adjusted the head’s angle, placed it beside the corpse, and gazed eastward.
Lu Ding said, "You just stay here and watch. I don’t know if the Child Association will co looking for revenge, but I’ll definitely be coming after them."
Everyone fought with their own skills.
Her skills were lacking, so she died at Lu Ding’s hands.
And she still dared to threaten him.
He turned his gaze, looking at Pine Forest Plains, most of which had been reduced to ruin.
Lu Ding felt a pang of regret.
But he was also thankful.
"Good thing this isn’t the western territory—otherwise, I’d be heartbroken."
As he spoke, Lu Ding raised his arm and beckoned to the darkness. He said this for the bodycam to record, and also for the many elite investigators who had followed him.
"Apprehending the suspect, avenging Bureau Chief Zheng! Target: Songyuan Valley! Red alert—no holding back the blade! Resist, and die! Flee, and die! Refuse to cooperate, and DIE!!!!!"
Flas soared into the sky, illuminating half of Lu Ding’s profile, accompanied by the crackling roar of pine resin exploding.
The crowd of investigators moved forward in silence, their actions answering for them.
Target: Songyuan Valley! Straight ahead!!!!
Lu Ding walked in the opposite direction from them, coming to Zheng Feng’s side.
He looked down at the young man sitting on the ground.
"In the cesspool of this new city, your father may have failed as an investigator, but he was a decent bureau chief. After his death, he will be buried in the martyrs’ cetery I have planned."
Upon hearing this.
The originally strong-willed Zheng Feng could no longer hold back and broke down sobbing, clutching his father’s corpse.
Trembling, he opened the Situation Report his father had left behind—Zheng Tai’s deathbed letter.
[To my son, Zheng Feng.......]
Zheng Feng wiped away the tears blurring his vision, over and over again.
[In my life, I, Zheng Tai, have no regrets—except for one matter concerning the Spirit-Connecting Bamboo, where I wronged Zhao Xingcheng, the Deputy Bureau Chief of Northern Snow City’s 749 Bureau. I hope you will atone for . The reparation gifts are placed beneath the water tank at ho.......]
Zheng Feng read until the very end.
Lu Ding reached out.
Zheng Feng handed over his father’s Situation Report.
After scanning it once.
Flas ignited in Lu Ding’s hand, burning the docunt.
Zheng Feng opened his mouth, hesitant, then called out, "Grand Duke Lu......."
Lu Ding’s gaze fell, and his words showed no rcy: "Your father was such a fool. Wasn’t this just setting you up to go die and get beaten? Even trying to let him be a martyr, he couldn’t do it right. Once you go to Snow City, what was supposed to stay between heaven, earth, you, and might end up becoming known to everyone."
Zheng Feng understood Lu Ding’s aning, but he had his own conviction: "Grand Duke Lu, my father lived a life of integrity. For this one mistake he made, I want to make up for his regret."
Lu Ding was speechless. Having principles was indeed a good thing, especially for soone serving within the system—but a matter like this...
Sigh...
He really didn’t know what to say.
"I really... fine, fine, fine—go, go, go. If you get beaten up, that’s the best outco. If you get yourself killed outright, it’ll be an end to it—not only will the Zheng family be left without descendants, but after your death, chaos will spread, rumors will fly everywhere. Happy now?"
Zheng Feng lowered his head: "I’m sorry, Grand Duke Lu."
This kind of person was just stubborn. Lu Ding had no way around it.
But then again, this kind of person was also good—once they made up their mind, they never changed. They were suited for leadership. For ordinary people, encountering such a leader was like burning incense for good fortune.
Under proper guidance, they would be utterly loyal and dutiful.
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Feeling very unwell. Yesterday, it was just a heavy head; today, I’ve started getting migraines. I can’t add extra chapters for now—sorry, darlings.
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