Chapter 54: Chapter Fifty-Four: The Ageless Demoness Packs Her Bucket and Flees

A howling gale blew straight into his face from the northwest.

Wang Chongguang’s hair whipped wildly, his robes flapped violently, and his eyes widened in shock.

This scene.

Was utterly unexpected.

Dou Changsheng was rated on the Renowned List as a paragon of benevolence and righteousness; even if this were a stranger, not his own sister, one would still hesitate to act.

Yet he never imagined he would utter such ruthless words.

Is the Wu Lin Tower just sitting around doing nothing?

No, the Wu Lin Tower has fallen too—begun accepting bribes, labeling such a heartless, soulless villain as a man of great virtue.

Indeed, hearing is not as good as seeing.

Wang Chongguang instantly realized his mistake; he had been misled by the Wu Lin Tower.

Too reckless—he should have been more cautious, first testing the waters with a transaction, or at the very least launching a surprise attack to subdue Dou Changsheng before threatening his sister based on paper evaluations.

Of course, Wang Chongguang knew his own judgment had been flawed, but he couldn’t blame himself entirely; since the Wu Lin Tower published the Heaven, Earth, and Renowned Lists, it had released rankings of the Ten Great Generals, Ten Divine Weapons, Ten Greatest Beauties, and more—each list carried credibility, and when uncertain, it never speculated rashly, always adding “suspected.”

So he had naturally trusted it—but he never expected the Wu Lin Tower was just another corrupt outfit, selling its word for silver; previously, it refused to praise him because he hadn’t paid enough, hadn’t had enough influence—just look how quickly it agreed once Nine Heavens Cloud Crane intervened; now he knew exactly what kind of outfit the Wu Lin Tower was.

Wang Chongguang opened his mouth to speak again, but found he could no longer speak.

His vision was rising steadily—he now saw Dou Changsheng’s head, utterly bewildered, unaware of what had happened.

His vision went black, and he lost consciousness entirely.

A cold voice rang out: “Boring.”

In Dou Changsheng’s view, Dou Taizhen extended her pale hand and gently pushed against Wang Chongguang’s skull—his head shot high into the air, severed cleanly from his body.

The head was plucked away effortlessly; no blood spurted from the corpse, not a single drop appeared—Wang Chongguang didn’t seem alive, but like a porcelain doll, crumbling at the slightest touch.

A divine master, dead without ever realizing what had happened, unaware of how he died.

Dou Taizhen did not glance at the corpse; her beautiful eyes fixed on Dou Changsheng, filled with suspicion.

In Dou Taizhen’s view, she had already lowered her presence, watching coldly as Dou Changsheng clashed with Wang Chongguang, eager to witness a good show.

To see whether this Dou Changsheng would be her shortest-lived brother.

But the outcome was wildly unexpected.

Wang Chongguang had charged straight at her, making Dou Changsheng secondary.

This was highly abnormal.

Added to that, recent warnings had been growing stronger in her heart.

She constantly felt thunder gathering above the heavens.

The tribulation she had expected months away was now showing signs of arriving early.

She must enter hibernation—already unlucky enough to avoid Jingzhe every year, now she had to dodge autumn thunder as well.

How much free time did she have left each year? It was truly miserable.

If things continued like this, the situation would worsen; she must prepare thoroughly for her next tribulation.

Not only would this strengthen her power, but also grant her a period of peace, freeing her from worrying about tribulations.

Dou Taizhen’s eyes darkened with complexity.

A bad premonition stirred within her—everything happening now was because of Dou Changsheng before her—but Dou Changsheng was merely a Xiantian cultivator, not even reaching the Divine Wonder realm; how much influence could he possibly have on her?

It must be she who was interfering with him.

Reason told Dou Taizhen her premonition was false.

Some other Heaven-Touched had sabotaged her, disrupting her foresight, making her blame Dou Changsheng.

Dou Taizhen had no desire to linger; all her interest vanished with Wang Chongguang’s tedious interruption.

But before hibernation, she must arrange everything—someone was scheming against her, and she must uncover them, or disaster would strike; as for Dou Changsheng, she could no longer afford to care.

The first suspect was naturally Jin Fuzi.

Below Heaven-Touched, interfering with the Jin state’s affairs, Jin Fuzi would naturally ignore it—but if a Heaven-Touched meddled, it struck a chord in him; he had once sworn to the Great Jin Emperor: as long as he lived, Jin would not fall.

Yet logically, the Liu clan were outsiders who seized Jin’s throne, not descendants of the Great Jin Emperor; precedent existed, which was why she had approached Jin Fuzi herself—he had agreed. Given his character, he was not a man who broke his word.

Lu Sheng always guarded only his own patch of land; as long as no one touched his Jixia Academy, he would interfere in nothing.

One after another, Heaven-Touched elites surfaced in Dou Taizhen’s mind.

Only those few could have ensnared her, forcing her to flee from autumn thunder.

But none had motive.

In recent years, as her next tribulation neared, who would dare provoke her?

Didn’t they fear she, knowing she couldn’t survive the tribulation, would go mad with desperation, fight them to the death, and leave them grievously wounded, unable to survive their own next tribulation?

She couldn’t understand it—why had the situation grown worse?

Dou Taizhen brushed her bangs behind her ear; her crisp voice rang out: “Be careful.”

“Things are off lately.”

“Our fortunes are linked; I merely sensed the tribulation brewing, a sudden unease.”

“But many dangers pass me like a gentle breeze—yet for you, they are gales that could tear you to shreds.”

“Take care of yourself.”

Dou Taizhen dissolved into countless beams of light, scattering across heaven and earth, slowly vanishing.

Dou Changsheng stared at Wang Chongguang’s corpse, deeply satisfied—his sister was truly wonderful, though she left too quickly; as her elder brother, he had wanted to care for her a little longer.

With a sister sharing the family’s burdens, the elder brother’s life became much easier.

In the future, Dou will grow stronger, favored by fortune, blessed beyond measure.

He only feared this fortune might consume him instead.

He simply couldn’t bear it.

After all, this bad luck was growing stronger—and Dou Changsheng was afraid.

Even a Heaven-Touched found it extremely difficult; how hard must it be for him to survive? Had his luck not been this immense, his grave would already be overgrown.

If he had more sisters like this, wouldn’t he ascend straight to heaven?

He didn’t know if this secret technique was hard to learn—if he could just find more older brothers and sisters, it might work.

She left too fast—he hadn’t reacted in time; otherwise he could’ve asked.

The first second after his sister left.

He missed her terribly.