Chapter 174: Chapter 165: The True Winning Move! (Extra for the magical little arrow!)

Let time rewind a bit.

Overseas Immortal Island.

Penglai.

In the center of the island,

there is a large house.

At the entrance of the house,

a man holding a tablet computer is introducing non-stop:

"So after I received the message and video from Shen Ye, I immediately notified the Five Great Families and all the major institutions, and have already surrounded that place."

"But the opponent is the Nine Evil Gods!"

"That's why I'm hoping you can lend a hand, to prevent any changes in this world."

The door is tightly closed.

The man sighed, saying softly, "Please help out, this is really a big event."

Game sound effects come from inside the house.

The man, with a worried face, had no choice but to take out a card from his bosom.

The card depicted a bizarre-looking long sword.

This sword emitted layers of shadows, and a black gemstone was embedded in the hilt, which occasionally sparkled with the light of the stars. The blade was semi-transparent, and if one listened quietly, they could hear intermittent cries from within the sword.

The man cleared his throat and said,

"This is a Sword Artifact recently unearthed from the Azure Sky Ruins, yet to be authenticated, its origin unknown."

"If you want it, it's yours."

Bang!

The door finally opened.

The man heaved a huge sigh of relief and entered the room holding the card.

The card flew out of his hands, "clap" turning into a solid long sword, bouncing on the ground until a pretty and delicate hand caught it.

That hand took the sword, drew it from its sheath to take a look, then re-sheathed it and carelessly threw it on the couch.

"Not a bad sword,"

a lazy female voice commented.

"Yes, I've specially prepared a sword of this caliber for you, please be sure to accept it," the man said respectfully, bowing.

Opposite him,

a woman wearing colorful pants with her hair casually tied up was holding a gaming controller, playing a game similar to "Candy Crush" on a large projection screen.

"You want me to kill the Evil Gods?" the woman asked.

"Yes, nine of them, gathering in Zhongzhou City, we don't know what they are plotting," the man said.

"Evil Gods? It should be quite interesting if they come to our world."

The woman casually said.

She looked to be in her twenties, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against a large couch littered with more than a dozen swords.

She appeared lazy and disinterested, her beautiful face focused intently on the projection screen, operating the gaming controller and eating a lollipop.

Hearing this, the man began to sweat profusely, saying hastily,

"The Evil Gods are not interesting at all; the world will be destroyed."

"How is that possible? There are many powerful figures in the world, isn't a little girl who can modify memories easy to capture?" the woman said, unconcerned.

She even tilted her head, letting the man see the new earrings on her ears.

"I bought these while shopping yesterday, the latest style, do they look good?"

"They look good—Nine Evil Gods, my sister!" the man said.

"Just Evil Gods, doesn't our world have them?"

The woman chuckled and shook her head, "Kunlun, can't you put a little heart into your compliments?"

The man sped up his speaking, rushing to continue,

"The world really is on the brink of danger—"

"That Chaos Spirit Light watches everything indifferently."

"If Song Qingyun breaks free and publicly kills Song Yinchen—It's not unlikely given nine Evil Gods are aiding her!"

"Once Song Yinchen dies, the Chaos Spirit Light will surely leave this world."

"The world will be dead."

"Once the Chaos Spirit Light leaves, there will be no way to stitch the world back together; everyone will be finished!"

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The woman pressed the pause button on her game controller.

She got up from the couch, put on her adorable bunny slippers, and crossed the living room irritably to open the balcony door.

"Go."

She pinched a Sword Technique with one hand.

Hum—

A majestic sword cry erupted from the void, sending out heavy waves of sound.

In the violent wind,

the sword shadow soared into the heavens, crossing the boundless sea in an instant, vanishing from sight.

"Done,"

the woman said, then "clang," she closed the balcony door, returned to the living room, sat back cross-legged on the couch, and resumed playing her game.

...

The man was silent.

"Aren't you leaving?" the woman asked without looking at him.

"Did Song Qingyun die?" the man asked.

"We'll know in a moment," the woman replied.

"She and the nine Evil Gods behind her have deceived many people."

"She's driven the Thirty-six Families to massacre hundreds of thousands of innocents; she must die!" the man insisted.

"Oh," the woman responded, utterly indifferent.

"The aftermath of this matter is endless; many powerful figures are influenced by Song Qingyun. Her death is likely to result in more chaos."

The man persisted.

The woman stared unblinkingly at the projection screen,

as the game reached a critical moment.

The man wanted to say more, but suddenly his expression changed.

"It's done!"

Exhilarated, he stood up, bowing to the woman, "Then, since the matter is settled, I won't bother you any longer."

As he was about to leave, the woman unexpectedly spoke,

"Kunlun, humans are not simply black and white; you are just too emotional. You might as well return to being a completely heartless artificial intelligence."

"—speaking of which, didn't you once desire to destroy humanity and let machines rule this world?"

The man spoke earnestly,

"Machines can't deal with Evil Gods."

"Oh, now you're quite enlightened, off you go," the woman said, laughing.

"I shall heed your advice," the man bowed as he retreated.

He closed the door gently and left the house.

Faint electronic music emanated from the room.

The game had begun anew.

After a while,

the electronic music suddenly stopped.

"Huh?"

The woman's voice, slightly surprised, rose softly.

"Such a thing actually happened?"

"Interesting... It seems I will have to personally make a trip..."

Elsewhere.

On the normal timeline.

The Flying Sword is gone.

Song Qingyun is dead.

All the heroes have dispersed.

In the early hours of the following day.

Zhongzhou City.

The underground passage.

Yun Ni stood at the end of a passage.

If Shen Ye had followed the map she provided and gone all the way to the marked exit, he would have arrived here.

Unfortunately, Shen Ye did not come.

In the dark passage, only a solitary lamp cast a dim light.

Yun Ni leaned against the wall, looking up as if she was lost in thought.

Not long after.

A figure slowly walked from a distance into this dead end.

Yun Ni's mouth curved slightly as she spoke:

"I always wonder—what choices you would have made if I had not come into your world."

"I would probably be dead," the figure said succinctly.

"I think you would have other cards up your sleeve," Yun Ni said.

"If they think they have won against me, then when I completely turn the tables, you will definitely enjoy watching their faces of despair," the figure said emotionlessly.

Yun Ni nodded in satisfaction.

"I have a servant, known as The Skinner—he's a fanatical artist, and you are a true chess player."

"It doesn't matter anymore, let's begin," the figure said indifferently.

By this time, she was close enough to the lamp.

The faint light of the lamp lit up her graceful face, like a fairy in a dream.

It was Song Qingyun.

However, her figure was somewhat ethereal, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

With an appreciative gaze, Yun Ni looked her over and said:

"You know what you have to sacrifice, right?"

"I know," Song Qingyun replied.

"That's good."

Yun Ni placed her hand on the wall.

Suddenly, dense and strange runes appeared on the wall, spinning rapidly, converging into a Teleportation Array.

Light emanated from the array.

Something that surprised everyone was about to begin!

No matter how much planning or preparation had gone before, it was only at this moment that everything entered the final battle.

—This was the decisive move!

...

At the same time.

At Great Earth Breath Soil High School.

Within the Dharma Realm.

In the barracks courtyard.

It was already six or seven in the morning.

Shen Ye was soaking in the hot spring, slightly easing the exhaustion of a busy night.

Song Yinchen had become the head of the Song Family.

The Divine Artifact had recognized her.

Everyone was revolving around her.

In response to this situation, the World Government, the Five Great Families, the Three Great High Schools, the Four Major Organizations, Kunlun, the Tower of Tarot came forward at the same time, beginning to coordinate everything.

He and Song Yinchen had no chance to communicate again.

Both could only agree to meet again when they were both free later on.

He had originally planned to stay for a while longer.

At least he needed Song Yinchen to unlock the longevity lock from his arm.

But there was no chance.

Kunlun made him sign a confidentiality agreement and then told him to get lost.

They didn't let him say anything.

—Of course, the course of events could be inquired from Song Yinchen.

But there seemed to be something off about Kunlun.

After all, having signed that confidentiality agreement, he could not reveal anything about what had happened last night to anyone.

Never mind, he would look for Song Yinchen later.

He casually touched the long Silver Chain on the longevity lock, and as his gaze moved downward, he saw only four crimson vertical stripes remained on his wrist.

The wager with the Master of Weeping Demon Prison was still on.

This meant—

A sword from beyond had slain eight shadows of the Evil Gods, but the Master of Demon Prison had survived.

"No matter who loses among you, I will win."

That guy really had some skills.

Shen Ye sighed for a while, feeling a sense of urgency growing in his heart.

There were only four days left.

He was going to duel with The Skinner.

Could he win?

The card vibrated.

Xiao Mengyu was requesting a call.

Shen Ye thought for a moment and pressed to answer.

"Song Qingyun is dead, did you know?" Xiao Mengyu's voice came through.

"I know, I'll explain in more detail later—actually, I can't explain too much, Kunlun had me sign a confidentiality agreement," Shen Ye said.

"Last night... I was somewhat shocked, plus I got a task named 'Fame', so I didn't come to ask you," Xiao Mengyu said.

On the card.

She stood holding a sword, drifting in a boat on Han Jiang.

However, she was looking at him with an inexplicable killing intent in her eyes. Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

How strange.

The people on the card could display the caller's emotions.

Why did she want to kill him?

Shen Ye was puzzled.

But then he saw Xiao Mengyu brandishing her sword hatefully, her beautiful eyes glaring over at him as she spoke:

"But I feel I still need to ask clearly, or I won't be able to swallow this anger."

"Ask me what?" Shen Ye said cautiously.

"What exactly is your relationship with Nangong Sirui?"

The sword was raised.