Chapter 324: SSR God of Light (Please Refresh)

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The Tianhe shimmered, waterfalls cascaded, starlight flickered through the divine city's breath, illuminating the buildings of the Ye Zhetian Trading House and falling upon the courtyard below, where all present were bathed in stellar radiance, the Dao's resonance permeating every corner.

"Science." Weigong Shilang's eyebrows twitched wildly as he forced a smile: "Alright."

He had never intended to mention this at all, but why did this phrasing make him slightly panicked?

"Really?" The figure of Su Lin shifted, his body changing form as it writhed into Kleine's appearance: "Good, I was worried you were superstitious— that's unacceptable."

Weigong Shilang: "."

Su Lin stepped out from the empty air beside him, his eyes—somehow now resembling dead fish—glanced at Kleine, then shook his head:

"Just be careful, all of you. This thing's about to become the Fool. In a while, it'll be a Death Mark."

Kleine pulled a top hat from history and said: "Have you heard of Murphy's Law? This is actually your own fault—don't overthink it. Overthinking leads to mistakes."

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah." Su Lin nodded: "You're right. Look at Weigong Shilang—what did he attract? This was just chopping off an elbow. If he does more, he might end up like Lu Mingfei and turn this into an Anomalous Zone."

"A world like Lu Mingfei's would definitely become an Anomalous Zone!" Kleine felt speechless. He sighed and said:

"So why do you keep obsessing over causing trouble? Is causing trouble your way of getting stronger?"

Su Lin: "."

He silently opened his system, searching for some item that could poison and silence a mythic being. Why did such a fine Fool have a mouth at all?

"I should prepare early." Weigong Shilang fell silent, then said: "If it turns out to be the worst-case scenario, purifying the Holy Grail instead of destroying it… could very well trigger a reaction from the Pan-Human History."

"But… could it really be me?"

He carried a chat group within him—a unique, singular phenomenon. Parallel Worlds cannot continue to spawn from it, thus avoiding the attention of the Inhibitor. In a sense, this theory holds true.

At that time, he would likely have to temporarily leave his own world again.

Zhongli pushed open the door from outside, followed by Han Li; the two sat together under the guidance of "Ru Hua." "Sorry I'm late."

"No problem—it's just dividing the loot." Su Lin realized his phrasing was off—he himself now had a share. "Mistake of speech. It's dividing legitimate gains."

After all, the Ye Zhetian Trading House still uses his name—Yuan Zhi Dian, the new-generation Source Art Master Su Lin—as its golden招牌.

"Not yet." Ye Fan shook his head, pointing to Song Shuhang, Zhang Chu'an, Yi Leina, and others arriving one after another:

"As a provisional administrator, I feel obligated to secure some benefits for all our group members."

Su Lin understood: this was bribery and vote-peddling.

"I haven't abdicated yet!" Su Lin glanced at the countdown: "Ten hours, twenty-nine minutes, and seven seconds left!"

"That doesn't matter." Ye Fan smiled at everyone: "Please sit. Soon, you'll each get a little world-exclusive souvenir. Luffy—beast meat is unlimited."

"Really?!" Luffy's eyes lit up, nearly bulging out: "Provisional Administrator, you're too good!"

Su Lin had no doubt that Ye Fan, as a first-generation rich man, could have bought the Sihe Academy from nothing—he was also top-tier in interpersonal management.

"Weigong, if things turn bad, leave early. Wander the multiverse seeking opportunities." Han Li advised: "It's not one person or faction targeting you—it's the entire world that will stand against you."

"This requires verification," Zhongli analyzed, "but you have no countermeasures against Heroic Spirit descent. That world is your own. If the Inhibitor truly acts against you, you'll be caught between a rock and a hard place."

Weigong Shilang had previously ended communication with the迦勒底 because group members speculated it was his own changes that drew their attention. Before confirming they hadn't found the Alien God or other enemies, they held no further value for communication.

Weigong Shilang's secrets could never be revealed to them. Since more words would be useless, better to just send them away.

Su Lin pulled a scroll from his system space, didn't open it, only tossed it a few times into the air in his hand.

"If someone volunteers to sign this, I don't mind—but right now, what I have can't help you at all."

"How about you consider it? Ye Fan, why don't you sign one too? I'll go get you a Supreme right now."

Su Lin had been planning this for a long time: if Ye Fan signed this, he could go idle for millions of years, then return to his world to collect rent—directly manipulating "causality" freely, earning a massive income while lying down.

Ye Fan gave a meaningful smile, neither refusing nor accepting.

Su Lin could already pull out his system and a pile of weird items, and as the guy's cultivation advanced, those items only multiplied. Why not wait until he was at his fattest and strike a big blow?

Su Lin had a strong feeling this guy's smile was malicious. He suppressed the urge to throw out the Light of Creation and asked: "What are you smiling at?"

"I just remembered something happy." Ye Fan tucked away his dazzling white teeth and shifted topics: "What's a mere planet's Inhibitor? Master Su, when your elder is in trouble, you can't come demanding favors at the critical moment!"

"You black emperor don't￥! #￥." Su Lin spoke politely, then his expression turned hostile. He glanced at Ye Fan and turned toward a certain direction of the Shengcheng:

"You call me Master when you need something? I call you CEO!"

"We each mind our own business—you call me CEO, I call you Master. No conflict, right?" Ye Fan pulled out a ledger, pointing to the financial records:

"The sect's inventory? Every night, Weigong Shilang works overtime, filling it up bit by bit!"

"He's already worked hard enough—yet he still drags his exhausted body to fill the Tianyi Sect's treasure vault with artifacts. Why don't you go see how many artifacts are stuffed into the Jianfeng's heavenly cave? Even the Breaker Sword is temporarily stored there."

"You just need to wear a golden armor, dye your hair yellow, and you can cosplay Gilgamesh instead of Zang'ai… sorry, I misspoke again."

Su Lin showed no visible emotion, but what Ye Fan said was true—he was the Master. The Jianfeng's items were his items. The inventory was, effectively, his property.

He took a black-and-white jade tablet from his system space, examined it in his palm, then tossed it toward Weigong Shilang: "Catch."

"Soul-Trace Severing Sin?" Weigong Shilang recognized the jade tablet. He recalled its function and immediately grimaced:

"Better not. There are probably plenty of cultivators in this world who hate me."

Ye Fan's last experience of being hunted was still fresh in his mind—he'd likely end up just as bad if he used this.

The most recent chase was triggered by a projection from a sect's Zhang Sect—someone at the Saint Lord level. If he used this in his own world…

Weigong Shilang shuddered. His world had no Heihuang. He alone could never escape.

Ye Fan sucked in a sharp breath: "Does Weigong Shilang have any grudge against you?"

"This item has two effects. Last time, you were unlucky." Su Lin explained to them:

"This item has two effects—one positive, one negative."

"Positive effect: Soul-Trace. Once absorbed, it allows you to borrow the power of those with whom you share good karmic ties—but you're highly likely to be influenced into doing things they habitually do."

"Negative effect: Severing Sin. It summons projections of all those who harbor resentment toward you, transcending time and space. The deeper the grudge, the higher the chance of summoning, and the closer the projection's power is to the original."

"In a sense, both are positive effects—you're just weak and prone to causing trouble, so you can't enjoy the pleasure of tormenting your enemies."

Song Shuhang leaned close to Weigong Shilang, glanced at the jade tablet with its intricate, mysterious patterns, and thought it looked exactly like a Taiji diagram with no boundaries, yin and yang completely blended together.

"This feels like something you'd use as a protagonist's cheat in a novel—no wonder Senior Su Lin is so legendary," Song Shuhang mused, his mind racing. "If I'm on good terms with big shots and don't go stirring up trouble, can't I just summon an elder master to possess me anytime? This beats Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's version hands down."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a hand land on his shoulder.

"Sorry to be such a relic of the times compared to you, a cheat who transcended in just one year," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan grinned, suddenly tightening his grip. "Shuhang, don't forget me when you're rich and powerful!!!"

"Ow ow ow!! Senior Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, I'm sorry!! My bones! My bones are going to break!" Song Shuhang begged frantically, clutching his shoulder blades as he collapsed to the ground, gasping in pain.

"Aow! The side effects are way too severe! All of them—not just one?!" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon recoiled from the jade tablet: "This would erase even the ashes!"

He might have coveted other treasures, but if he used this, the hatred directed at him would fill an entire city—pulling out his tendons and bones would be the least of his worries.

Su Lin said, "Don't worry—Ye Fan already absorbed the side effects last time. When you use it, just let it enter your body directly."

"Good fortune," Weigong Shilang blinked. "My good fortune... is Saber?"

"Maybe think bigger," Su Lin reminded him. "Look around you—your relationships are like a gacha pool, just like ancient scholars had."

"SSR God of Light, SSR Lord of the Toilet, SR Heavenly Court Capital Youth Edition, SSR Retired Bird-Walking Elder of Limyue, SR Guardian Before Me, SR Dragon Tiger Mountain Moonlit Bird-Walker."

"Of course, I'm not sure if it's random or fixed—after all, I've never used it myself. I'm lending it to you for escape. Remember to return it."

Zhang Chuyang looked up at the sky. He'd only come to mooch off the perks—why did it have to target him?

The retired elder of Limyue and he weren't walking the same bird.

"Borrowing power to flee," Ye Fan grimaced. "You weren't like this before. Your style was to dump all your points and clear the dungeon outright."

"I'll say it one last time: that was a low-probability event. Don't treat me like a cheat wholesaler," Su Lin said to Weigong Shilang.

"If a boss would pay my subscription fee, I'd go to your world and pack up the Source itself. But as you see, I'm just a Nascent Soul cultivator with ten hours, ten minutes, and twenty-three seconds left on my admin account—weak, pitiful, and helpless."

"Thank you, Su Lin," Weigong Shilang said solemnly. "I will use this item discreetly and carefully."

"No—if you sign this, I'd actually want you to be loud. You're a great cook, so you'd suit that system well. Of course, you'll give me an extra portion of whatever you make," Su Lin glanced at Weigong Shilang as he unrolled the scroll, then smiled at Ye Fan.

"Do you think I don't know Jiang Taixu, the White-Robed Divine King, has returned? You called us here for something—you know exactly what."

Every time Su Lin came to the Shengcheng, he liked to stroll around, show his face, and collect favors from other factions eager to curry favor. He naturally knew the news that Jiang Taixu, the White-Robed Divine King, had been found in Zishan—and in recent days, the situation in the Shengcheng had grown increasingly tense.

"I'm not worried about Senior Jiang Taixu—all preparations are complete. All that remains is for the Divine King to step out of his past and live as himself," Ye Fan chuckled, then lowered his voice and raised an eyebrow.

"You're telling me you have no interest in an Ultimate Weapon?"

"Don't you think our sect lacks a treasure capable of anchoring its prestige?"

"When they're done fighting, sneak behind them and take that Ultimate Weapon."

Jiang Taixu, the White-Robed One, was born with a divine body. As a youth, he was a once-in-a-generation genius, unmatched in talent—until he was trapped in Zishan for over four thousand years. When he reappeared, he was emaciated, on the brink of death.

Now, many who held grudges against him and the Dajiao Sect seek to assassinate him during this vulnerable moment—even deploying Ultimate Weapons. This battle is incredibly perilous, yet it may allow the Divine King to live a second life.

"The cost doesn't justify the investment," Su Lin admitted, though tempted, he spoke according to his current state: "Not now. I'll reconsider if an opportunity arises later."

"What a pity," Ye Fan showed no disappointment. He continued: "Still, I invite all of you to witness this battle. Those willing to lend a hand will be richly rewarded by the Jiang Clan afterward."

"I'd like to collect a few powerful spirit dolls,"克莱恩 said. "I can't help directly in open combat, but creating trouble for assassins in secret shouldn't be a problem."

Seeing no objections from the others, Ye Fan said, "Then let's go together."

Shengcheng. Jiang Clan.

When the dust settled and many Holy Lords bled out.

Weigong Shilang fell silent for a long time after witnessing the clash of great experts and the collision of Ultimate Weapons. Then, he suddenly laughed and shook his head.

"There's no need to hesitate over an opportunity like this."

He approached Su Lin, signed his name on the scroll filled with clauses as instructed, and received a golden sphere from him.

Whether or not he would trigger fluctuations in the Common Human History—or attract the attention of the Suppression Force—one truth would never change: "Without power, you can do nothing—not even control your own fate." wx