Chapter 138: Who Calls the Shots?

After killing the Holy Spirit of the Scale Gold Sect and wearing it constantly, once enough of its essence has clung to me, does that count as gaining the Holy Spirit’s recognition and becoming a Sect Master of the Scale Gold Sect?

After hearing Li Ang’s question, not only did the elder of the Rose Family freeze in place, but even the three members of the Ryan family felt their brains ringing like clanging bells.

Every word the Duke said I understood, but why did it sound so wrong when strung together?

“Speak!”

After waiting a moment without an answer, Li Ang frowned slightly, his expression tinged with irritation as he pressed:

“Will this work or not? Give me an answer quickly!”

“Huh? This… this…”

Seeing that this demon before him was growing displeased, the Rose Family elder trembled violently—but since no one had ever tried this, or even imagined it, he had no idea how to respond, and could only grimace and say:

“There’s no precedent for this in the past—I truly don’t know… perhaps… perhaps you should try it yourself?”

Try it myself… well, that might work?

After a brief pause, Li Ang nodded slightly, then asked:

“When is your Scale Gold Sect’s next ***?”

You’re actually planning to try it?!

Watching Li Ang, face serious as he pressed for the timing of the next ***, the Rose Family elder’s eyes welled with tears.

At this moment, he wished he could travel back five seconds and strangle the idiot who had made that suggestion.

Just bringing this man—who killed the Brown Sect Master—to the *** would be no different from heresy, and would surely invite relentless, mortal pursuit.

And if this demon somehow succeeded and became a Sect Master, once the Scale Gold Sect realized it, they might just summon a Holy Spirit to kill me outright!

But…

Glancing sideways at the brown-robed woman lying peacefully on the ground, then at the still-damp bloodstains on his pants, the Rose Family elder swallowed his tears and reluctantly gave the exact time of the Scale Gold Sect’s next ***.

“Three weeks! The Scale Gold Sect’s *** usually happens every two months—the next one is in three weeks!”

Better to choose the lesser of two evils. Heresy likely means death, but with this man’s habit of exploding heads on sight, if I refuse, I’ll end up lying beside the Brown Sect Master in the next second!

Three weeks?

After memorizing the time, Li Ang looked at the elder’s bitter face and pressed further:

“Where is it? How do I get there?”

“This… the Scale Gold Sect is a secret cult, so each *** is announced last-minute…”

“Fine. I’ll come back in three weeks. You’ll take me then.”

“…”

“Any problems?”

“N-no problems…”

After making the “three-week pact” with the Rose Family elder, Li Ang turned to the three old Golden Retrievers behind him and frowned:

“You three…”

“We won’t say a word!”

Having witnessed Li Ang’s actions firsthand, the three Ryan Golden Retrievers, now fully aware of their new Duke’s strange powers and even stranger mindset, had lost all will to resist.

To avoid being reduced to a bloody pulp with just a glance, all three patted their chests and swore they’d say nothing after leaving—their aged faces wore expressions sweeter than honey, as if they were about to grow dog tails and wag them.

Fine…

After glancing at the obedient “Three Elder Ryans” and then at the ashen-faced Rose elder, Li Ang—who still carried the burden of his investigation—shook his head and suppressed the last lingering urge to strike.

After letting loose in the Ryan Blood Night, his rage had largely been spent,

but it seemed a new switch had been flipped: now, when faced with problems, he instinctively considered killing first.

The Director was right—the greater the power one wields, the more one must restrain oneself.

Especially for Cleansers, who are constantly tainted by anomalies; they already grow increasingly extreme. If they further indulge their desires, they will slowly drift farther from humanity.

And if all these supernatural beings were left unchecked, the world wouldn’t even need the lurking demons to descend—it would collapse into chaos on its own…

But not indulging doesn’t mean doing nothing!

Using the Black Goat’s soul vision, Li Ang carefully observed the Rose Estate and saw countless inky, irredeemable “black spots.” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s enough for today.”

Looking at the dark souls—fewer in number than the Ryans’ but just as corrupt—Li Ang clenched the Black Goat’s horns tightly, then gave the Rose elder a long, meaningful look.

“We’ll meet again in three weeks.”

“Huh? Yes! I’ll see you out right away!”

Seeing that this demon was finally leaving, the four elders inside were overjoyed; the Rose elder even stepped forward eagerly, ready to personally escort Li Ang out of the estate.

“No need. I’ll find my own way out.”

Rejecting the elder’s offer, Li Ang checked the location of his target—still pacing inside the estate walls—and leapt out a window, planning to deliver the man home first.

Watching his figure vanish into the woods from the window, the four elders finally exhaled in relief; the Rose elder slumped onto the carpet, utterly drained.

“Arrogant!”

Gripping the window frame tightly to steady his trembling legs, the last surviving Ryan elder roared, his beard and hair bristling:

“He may be the new Lionheart Duke, but I am the sole elder of this family! Even when the old Duke was alive, he never dared treat me so disrespectfully!”

“You’re absolutely right.”

Hearing this, the old butler, heart pounding and face deathly pale, pressed his chest and nodded in agreement:

“The Duke’s temperament… is indeed excessively extreme.”

“Yes! He dares treat us like this now—what will he do once he becomes Duke? I can’t even imagine!”

Slamming his fist on the windowsill, the Ryan family head snarled:

“This won’t be forgotten. At the Duke’s succession ceremony, we must unite and teach him a lesson—make this bastard understand who truly rules the Ryan family!”