Chapter 218: The Storm Pigeon and the Apostle of Desire

He sighed at Ke Lai En's performance in the washroom, which was meant to find a chance to ascend above the gray mist, then immediately withdrew his gaze, made a brief preparation, and went out.

Dong dong dong!

Lei Kedun knocked on the front door of De Si Ti Ni's house next door.

Soon, the door swung open with a creak.

De Si Ti Ni's mouth curled into a faint smile, glanced at Lei Kedun standing at the doorway, and directly voiced the other's inner thought:

"Do you want to borrow some luck from me?"

Lei Kedun gave a slight nod and said:

"Yes, enough luck would make things go smoothly."

"Fine," De Si Ti Ni replied with a slight nod, then his tone grew a bit solemn as he said:

"As a return for your luck today, I will need your help for my upcoming promotion. The disaster that will occur in Bei Ke Lan De seems severe; my accumulated luck alone cannot fully guide it."

"Guide the disaster?" Lei Kedun thought for a moment, then asked curiously:

"What exactly is the Ascension Ritual of the Chaos Walker?"

"Follow destiny's guidance, walk through a city thrown into chaos by external forces, tug at the threads of fate, and bring the chaos to a reasonable conclusion."

A city like Bei Ke Lan De, thrown into chaos by external forces, is hardly a good place for a ritual; the divine descent will appear then.

After a brief thought, Lei Kedun gladly nodded, agreeing to De Si Ti Ni's request. After all, he himself intended to take part in this great smog incident.

Having received the answer, De Si Ti Ni immediately closed his eyes, raised his hand and made an empty grasp toward Lei Kedun's head. His brows furrowed slightly, and he repeated the empty grasp.

Then he slowly withdrew his outstretched right hand, gave a gentle nod, and said in a solemn tone:

"Alright, the luck you carry is enough to grant you wishes today, but do not waste it lightly; the malicious perception of a Desire Apostle can consume most of the luck I have attached to you."

Qiao Wu De Qu, not far from Sheng Feng Da Jiao Tang.

After receiving the luck De Si Ti Ni attached to him, Lei Kedun flagged down a hired carriage at an intersection, drove aimlessly around the city, and finally arrived here, waiting to coincidentally meet the Desire Apostle after they assassinate Duke Nigen.

The carriage stopped at an inconspicuous fork, Lei Kedun erected a spiritual wall around the carriage interior, then set up a simple ritual, beginning to pray to the Hidden Sage:

"Sage who perceives the world, eyes that glimpse truth, embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you;"

"Seek hidden protection"

As the prayer chant ended, Lei Kedun felt a flash before his eyes, as if he saw a pair of indifferent eyes filled with countless shining stars, gazing at him briefly.

Immediately, his own spirituality responded, a thin veil like nightfall lightly draped over him.

Having received the hidden effect from the Hidden Sage, Lei Kedun finally relaxed.

The malicious perception of the Demon Path is troublesome; he can hardly guarantee that fleeting thoughts in his mind won't trigger the other's malicious perception, hence his appeal to the Hidden Sage for secrecy.

Not long after the carriage stopped, Lei Kedun heard a whooshing wind.

Instinctively, he looked up through the carriage's glass window and saw the dim clouds and mist in midair being blown apart by a raging wind.

Without even watching the swaying leaves and branches, the gust had left a clear trail in the air, heading toward the southeast.

A few seconds later, everything returned to normal.

"Ha, the Storm Path really makes everyone an impatient old brother!"

He shook his head lightly, sighed, and using the Sight of the Hidden Eye, Lei Kedun saw, as the gust passed, the figure swept by the wind: the Bishop of Sheng Feng Da Jiao Tang, the Singer of God, Aisi·Sineike.

The impatient storm brother is about to play the storm pigeon again.

Leaning in the carriage, after a not‑too‑long wait, Lei Kedun saw a luxurious carriage approaching from the western district.

In an instant, a pale violet glow shrouded Lei Kedun's eyes.

His gaze swept over the slowly passing luxury carriage, then shifted to its surroundings, piecing together from various angles a mental image of the carriage interior:

Carpeted floor, with a lounge bed, sofa, tables and other furniture—a moving room setup.

Inside sat Duke Nigen, holding a crystal‑carved cup and sipping red wine; nearby, not far away, a secretary in a crisp tailcoat, notebook in hand, was rapidly taking notes.

As Lei Kedun's eyes scanned the carriage, he saw multiple glimmers of magical items, some on Duke Nigen, others on his secretary.

Then his gaze wandered, using the surrounding feedback to confirm the luxury carriage's direction.

Until the carriage stopped before an extremely lavish house; at a glance, the garden featured a glass greenhouse blooming with out‑of‑season flowers.

A shipyard in the Dock District.

The person disguised as Pa Te Li Ke·Jie Sen·Bei Li Ya entered the pre‑booked cabin.

He stared out the window, observing the mist‑filled sky, silently calculating the time in his mind.

After a brief wait, he swiftly removed his hat, shed his clothes, then reached out and tore off the layer of human skin covering his body.

Revealing beneath the skin a strikingly beautiful woman, she methodically took out pre‑prepared garments, changed into them one by one, and within a short time completed a total transformation.

Finally, she rummaged a fist‑sized stone statue from the suitcase, wrapped the torn skin around it, tied a knot, and tossed it onto the river surface.

Having done all this, she lightly clapped her hands, closed the window, lifted the suitcase, and left the cabin.

A tiny paper figure hung on a branch by the riverbank, its surface bearing a strange eye‑like symbol, seemingly silently watching everything that just occurred.

Soon, a howling gust swept through the air, dispersing the surrounding mist and blowing the tiny paper figure on the tree to an unknown location.

In Qiao Wu De Qu, inside a carriage at a fork not far from Sheng Feng Da Jiao Tang.

Lei Kedun helplessly rubbed his eyes, looking as if sand had been blown into them by the wind.

The sensory sync of the Hidden Eye is truly uncomfortable, almost dizzying. That paper figure can't be retrieved, but luckily I anticipated it and left a means for it to self‑destruct.

However, who is the woman disguised as Pa Te Li Ke·Jie Sen·Bei Li Ya? She doesn't seem to be a remarkable one of the Demon Path, perhaps a member of the Sunset Red Retirement Group?

After pondering, Lei Kedun committed the disguised woman's appearance to memory, intending to talk to her when the chance arises, perhaps uncovering extra clues.

He then took a new paper figure from his coat pocket, gave it two shakes in the air, and tossed it out the window, where a light breeze carried it away.

It finally landed on the roof of a luxurious villa; between the tiles, the paper figure's eye symbol stared unblinking at the opposite villa.

To avoid alerting the villa's extraordinary occupants with his gaze, Lei Kedun directed the paper figure's sight onto the opposite villa's glass window.

Through the glass's reflection, he observed the activities inside the villa.

The somewhat corpulent Duke Niggen gave a bear hug to the mistress he kept in the villa; behind him followed two figures, one likely his personal secretary, the other a bodyguard on site.

Scattered around the exterior of the house were a group of security personnel.

Soon, after entering the bedroom, Duke Niggen drew the curtains; the paper figurine, losing sight, slowly lay flat, like an ordinary sheet of paper blown onto the roof by the wind.

In the attic of the luxurious villa where Duke Niggen secretly kept his mistress.

A man in a dark coat sat on an old chair, his eyes half-closed, unaware of what he was sensing; suddenly, a faint, inscrutable smile appeared on his face.

"Such intense desire doesn't match my assessment of him; it seems he took some related drug, but this is really too fitting. Hehe!"

The man slightly lifted his face, as if intoxicated, enjoying and communicating something.

"It's almost here—now!"

He clenched his right hand tightly, as if grasping something firmly in his palm.

Inside the bedroom, Duke Niggen seemed to have regained the feeling of his youth.

After a moment, the surrounding air seemed to grow still.

Suddenly, he felt a buzz in his mind, and Duke Niggen felt the pleasure of having climbed to the limit erupt violently.

His vision went blank, his mind temporarily emptied, and his heart pounded violently, unable to bear the strain, like an overpressured steam boiler about to explode.

After a moment, Duke Niggen's eyes glazed over, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he collapsed, limp, onto the prone mistress.

(End of chapter)