Chapter 82: 82. Suspicious Clouds (In Honor of Qingfeng Wen Xian Zui Mingyue Huan Menghui, Alliance Leader)

82. Chapter 82: Suspicious Clouds (In Honor of Qingfeng Wen Xian Zui Mingyue Huan Menghui, Alliance Leader)

After a moment of reflection, Fang Xing had no intention of following her and walked straight home.

To him, what Bai Lianyi did was none of his business; he had no interest in others’ private lives.

The last time he targeted Bai Lianyi, it was to make his good brother Liu Wei see her true nature!

Now, it was unnecessary.

He had always walked upright and stood straight—he feared nothing.

His only goal now was to study hard, get into a top-tier university, truly enter the Federation’s elite reserve, and then develop properly—after that, he would fear nothing…

Everything else was illusion!

…

“Hehe… has your charm diminished, Holy Maiden? That Fang Xing shows no interest in you…”

Beneath the bridge, the damp ground had been smeared with copious blood, spreading like the roots of crimson trees, crawling up the walls to form a bizarre symbol resembling a blood-stained door.

Before this “Door of Blood” stood a figure in a black robe, his form and face entirely shrouded in black mist, impossible to discern.

At this moment, the black-robed figure let out a hoarse laugh.

“Could it be… Liu Wei warned him?”

Bai Lianyi toyed with the hem of her skirt, appearing like a timid little girl from next door.

“I never told that fool about the Divine Maiden,” the black-robed figure said dismissively.

“That’s no fool—he used the opportunity to make contact with the rebels, gained their acceptance, and even tricked us in the process… If he’s a fool, what are we? Idiots?”

Bai Lianyi shook her head: “It seems… I must go to him myself. When I do, you’ll handle clearing all surveillance traces around—after all, that’s your specialty…”

…

Deep night.

Fang Xing ordered takeout, preparing to stay up all night gaming… this was also a balance of work and rest.

He trained in martial arts to rise above others, to enjoy life better.

If one trained for training’s sake alone, wouldn’t one become a martial fool or a stone?

“Over at Qinglin Market, the Tower of Listening Rain’s top-tier items have dropped sharply in price…”

As he removed his holographic glasses, a sudden thought flashed through Fang Xing’s mind.

The next moment, he shook his head and cast the thought aside.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

“Who is it? My takeout’s already here!”

Fang Xing opened the door and saw Bai Lianyi in a white dress, looking pitifully fragile: “Classmate Bai?”

“Ah Xing… help me…”

Bai Lianyi stepped inside, as if remembering something terrifying: “Today, walking down the street, I encountered it…”

She unzipped her backpack and revealed an odd door within.

“Huh? A door?”

Fang Xing was startled and prepared to act—when Bai Lianyi suddenly reversed her hand and seized his pulse point.

His Dragon Scale Armor activated instinctively, ready to counterattack—then he realized he couldn’t move his eyes.

The door, seemingly cast in bronze, bore every groove as if revealing the truth of the world.

Merely gazing at the door made him feel boundless freedom, supreme bliss…

While his spirit was intoxicated, his limbs and bones felt as if filled with lead—utterly immobile.

“Fang, it’s not easy to subdue you… too bad… I’m no match for you, but after I plead to my Lord, things will be different…”

A saintly smile appeared on Bai Lianyi’s face: “Come… join us… you have the potential to become a Divine Son…”

Fang Xing’s expression was blank; internally, he screamed to move—but was powerless.

The bronze door statue was, in fact, the true form of some extraterrestrial demon god—and had been blessed!

Merely its aura rendered him nearly motionless.

Fang Xing even suspected that, had he not cultivated the Dragon and Tiger Realms, and had his dantian not been purified twice, his very thoughts might already be suppressed.

“Don’t worry… it’ll be quick. Just a few seconds.”

Bai Lianyi’s expression was utterly reverent; she gripped Fang Xing tightly and began chanting an ancient, convoluted incantation: “We beseech the Gate of Void…”

She spoke a language Fang Xing had never learned—but each syllable that entered his ears was instantly understood.

Click!

Click!

The bronze door’s patterns came alive, writhing like living veins…

Like gears turning, steam roaring…

A crack appeared on the door, widening rapidly—soon, the bronze door would fully open…

“In a few seconds… I’ll be… corrupted by the demon god?”

Feeling his thoughts begin to stagnate, and sensing Bai Lianyi’s grip on his hands, Fang Xing had no choice.

Three seconds later—a flash of silver light.

Before Bai Lianyi’s eyes, the world had changed.

“This… where is this? Illusion attack? Where is my Lord?”

She stared at the walls of a high-grade dwelling in Qinglin Market, her eyes blank.

But the next instant, she felt the thing in her hands was no human form—it was a Dragon-Elephant!

Roar! Roar!

After losing control of the demon god statue, Fang Xing immediately reclaimed his body.

He surged his entire body’s blood and qi, summoning dragon roars and tiger howls.

Dragon Realm!

Tiger Realm! In the void, dragons and tigers danced wildly—Fang Xing seized them.

On Bai Lianyi’s body, her once-white dress instantly transformed into a nanofiber protective suit.

Her hands resembled lotus blossoms, her aura flowing endlessly—she had somehow broken through the Jade Realm!

“So… this is your secret?”

Bai Lianyi looked around, her face still stunned.

Then…

She saw Fang Xing raise his hand—a green rainbow fell into his grasp, a sword vertically slashed down!

Second-grade Spirit Sword—Qinghong!

A blade of emerald light, sharp beyond compare, swept across Bai Lianyi’s impossibly beautiful face.

The sword’s glow was chilling; its hum carried the myriad emotions of mortal life—causing Bai Lianyi’s stunning beauty to falter for a moment, a single tear sliding from her eye…

Then…

A bloodline appeared on her jade-like forehead, tracing down her delicate nose, her glistening pink lips, her smooth chin…

Splash!

Two halves of her corpse fell to the ground, instantly reduced to ash by Fang Xing’s fire talisman.

Anyone who learned his secrets must die!

“I’ve accidentally completed a cross-dimensional experiment…”

Fang Xing murmured, approaching the pile of ash, pulling out several “Soul-Erasing Talismans” and “Evil-Clearing Talismans,” infusing them with primordial true qi and activating them one by one.

“Dare to harm me? I’ll scatter your soul—so you won’t even become a ghost…”

That scene had been far too dangerous; Fang Xing had no intention of becoming a demon god worshipper and losing his self, becoming a walking corpse.

Liu Wei might have escaped only because he hadn’t sunk deep enough.

But given Bai Lianyi’s obsession with him, there would be no second chance.

“Huh?”

At this moment, Fang Xing noticed something among Bai Lianyi’s ashes that hadn’t melted.

He brushed aside a few metal lumps and pulled out a piece of cloth.

The cloth was only palm-sized, dark gold in color, woven from some special material.

On the cloth was only half a red sun.

No demon god incantations, no markings of the Gate of Void—nothing else.

“What good could a demon god worshipper leave behind? And… it’s incomplete.”

Fang Xing thought for a moment, wrapped the half-cloth and Bai Lianyi’s ashes together, and sent a drone to dump them in the wilderness.

“Sigh… they came straight to my door this time—there’s more trouble ahead…”

He sighed, returning to his home on Chuangying Star.

“Huh?”

Fully armed, clad in a Golden Bell, holding Qinghong Sword, Fang Xing saw his room unchanged from when he left.

Only the table had turned to ash, and on the floor lay a tar-like substance.

The bronze door statue seemed to have vanished entirely.

“Could it be… because Bai Lianyi, the ritualist, disappeared, causing the ritual to fail and backfire?”

Combining his knowledge with bits of experience from his internship at the Prevention Bureau, Fang Xing made his judgment, then immediately dug up the tar and the floor beneath it, taking it to Qinglin Market to destroy all traces.

He also prepared a solution capable of neutralizing the aura of demonic deity artifacts and thoroughly cleaned the house...

By the time everything was finished, it was already dawn.

"Sigh... the Gate Sect really is giving me trouble."

Fang Xing faced the rising sun, his face filled with gloom.

This time was different from last time—he could never explain it away.

So he might as well not explain at all.

But then, the Gate Sect’s subsequent retaliation would still fall on him alone...

'But that doesn’t make sense—I was just attacked by Liu Wei... the Prevention Bureau should have been protecting me during this time... yet last night, Bai Lianyi still came to my door. Clearly, the Prevention Bureau is nothing but a bunch of useless fools.'

As Fang Xing thought of this, his mood soured.

Several hours later, during class, Jing Xia came to see him—and his mood grew even worse.

Yucai High School.

"What? My classmate Liu Wei has gone missing?"

Fang Xing looked at Jing Xia and frowned again: "Even so, Liu Wei’s disappearance should be handled by the Public Security Bureau—why is the Prevention Bureau involved?"

"It seems you’ve guessed it too—your good friend is suspected of being connected to the Gate Sect..."

Jing Xia said: "Since you’re his close friend, I need your assistance in the investigation—answer a few questions..."

"Fine, but after the end of our first year of high school, our relationship gradually faded... he may have been jealous or hostile toward me."

Fang Xing’s expression remained calm as he began to cut.

"I know..."

Jing Xia asked several more questions, and Fang Xing answered each one truthfully.

He had been friends with Liu Wei before—there was nothing he couldn’t say.

And their relationship had been bad since first year—that was common knowledge!

As long as the previous assassination wasn’t exposed, nothing major would happen.

'So it seems... Liu Wei had also intended to cut ties with me before?'

For a moment, Fang Xing’s emotions grew unexpectedly complex.