Chapter 1029: Chapter 484: The Curse of the Vermilion Bird Clan (Part 2)
"What’s happening?"
Tang Ling covered her mouth with a handkerchief and continued to cough, looking up with dim beautiful eyes, her breath as faint as a thread.
"It’s negligence. Her cultivation in the Third Law went wrong."
Gu Jianlin said in a deep voice.
Chen Bojun and Lu Zijin were startled.
This morning the princess was fine, how did she get into trouble this afternoon?
"There are no other options currently; we must take her to Magic City imdiately. Only by clearing up that mysterious experint from years ago can we find the cure. I must trouble you two to protect her at all costs." Gu Jianlin’s face was grim, his eyes seemingly flowing with fierce molten lava, a rare show of emotion.
Indeed, in his original plan, Thunder was to lead the troops to Magic City.
This was akin to an ancient emperor personally leading an expedition.
Gu Jianlin was to play a shadowy role, only showing up at key monts.
Tang Ling trembled slightly, but it wasn’t truly because of backlash from the Third Law; she was rely restraining her laughter.
Primarily, Gu Jianlin’s righteously indignant and deeply afflicted expression was really too funny.
Gu Jianlin held her soft slender hand calmly, reminding her not to give it away.
"Understood."
Chen Bojun, being the honest man he was, didn’t notice it was an act. Without a word, he bundled the princess with her chair into the car, then asked, "Xiao Gu, do you have confidence?"
Lu Zijin looked suspiciously at the young boy, feeling that sothing was amiss.
"Gods will be slain, Buddhas will be blocked!"
Gu Jianlin’s gaze was cold and hard, and he spoke solemnly: "I won’t let her die."
Poof.
Tang Ling coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood; she was probably unable to hold back anymore.
Taking advantage of the blood spray, she raised her stern beautiful eyes and cast a sly glance at him inadvertently, carrying both reproach and enchanting grace. Surely after going through such experiences, a girl always undergoes so changes.
Nonetheless, this blood spooked Chen Bojun completely, and he jumped into the car to head to the hospital first.
Even Lu Zijin ceased his doubts, slightly nodding to the young boy and settling into the passenger seat.
The rcedes sped away under the dusk.
Leaving only the white-haired girl curled up in the back seat, deeply doubting her inheritance.
Gu Jianlin watched from the street, after a long silence, sighed.
"Truly the heir chosen by the President, learning so quickly."
Yet within the shadowy confines of the neighborhood garden, sothing seed to be watching him.
When Gu Jianlin turned around with a certain awareness, the shadow in the woods vanished without a trace.
Hooked.
It might have seed like a play, but much of what he said was true.
Tang Ling truly needed to go to Magic City, akin to a future emperor leading an expedition herself; as a leader, she needed to set an example. Naturally, she would rge with the Holy Corpse en route, and indeed experience a period of weakness.
Even a clone, capable of seeing past and future, might not notice anything amiss.
Regarding Tang Ling’s safety, with the demigod Commander Lu protecting her, coupled with the entire Dawn Combat Sequence, and remnants of the Night Watchers Faction, normally there shouldn’t be any issues.
Furthermore, the Green and Red Dual Kings should have also arrived at Magic City, another terrifying wrinkled old n’s delight similar to the Ancient God Chaos two hundred years ago. Who knows how many antics these two will stir up.
The Judgent Court certainly has headaches.
As for investigating the case, that’s Gu Jianlin’s specialty, no one would take it from him.
Currently, Gu Jianlin’s rank is at the pinnacle of Superdinsion Level, yet his strength has surpassed the ordinary Holy Land Level; pushing beyond ranks to defeat opponents entirely possible if he goes all out, though advancing further in a short ti is not easy.
The Shadow Departnt is assisting him in analyzing swift advancent to Holy Land Level.
Then he can completely challenge those at the Eighth Rank, except for demigods, no one would be his match.
Besides rank advancent, cultivation of two Supre Laws remains.
Candle Light Law, no need to think about it for now.
You Ying Law, there seems little worth learning.
Gu Jianlin sat under the shaded trees in the community, watching streams of cars whirlwind by, and students freshly ho from school scolded by parents, the air filled with the aroma of would-be frying condints; barking of dogs and ows of cats echoing occasionally by the ear.
He recalled the segnt of mory left by his senior brother and suddenly extended his hands.
Index finger and thumb brought together.
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In a pink-hued room, Su Youzhu awakened with exquisite eyes, her pupils nearly pure white.
Her beautiful eyes tainted with shocking blood-red, as if an ancient dragon perched in dark red, the violent Ancient God’s Breath never so concentrated, almost rging into nature, accompanied by overwhelming dragon roars.
Boom.
Thunder rumbling faintly.
"Hey, why is it thundering?"
Shi Jing exclaid in the kitchen, softly speaking: "The old lady was terribly afraid of thunder in the past, even after marriage still scared out of sorts, but sohow ended up not fearing it anymore. Vaguely recall soone always by my side, telling
thunder is rely a natural phenonon, chatting on and on endlessly, slowly calming my fears..."
Su Hao peeled garlic in the living room, looking at his wife in the kitchen, gently sighed.
That was your son.
Since returning from Magic City, Shi Jing seed to forget her only son.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it was simply that as a mother, her spirit suffered trendous trauma leading to amnesia.
Yet it was actually a personal intervention by Ascender of Demigod Level to seal this woman’s mory.
However, so things cannot be locked away.
Such as...motherly love.
To this day, this woman would occasionally recall the silent boy because, for any mother, life missing her child is always incomplete, and mories lose their color.
But there was no choice.
Forgetting, better than losing one’s life.
According to the Ether Association’s conjecture at the ti, if the woman continued dreaming like that, one day she’d dream of the legendary Vermilion Bird Clan, at which point her mind would directly collapse, dead on scene.
Su Youzhu listened to the sounds next door, apathetically rising and stretching her slender, graceful figure.
Forty-eight hours, she finally rged with the Holy Corpse, mastered Primordial Return.
It was a lengthy dream, only an ancient dragon as tall as heaven earth stared at her, ancient power pouring into her body, feeling she’d beco an omnipotent God.
No need for any communication; she understood it was her Original State.
And grasped its revered na.
— Candle Yin’s True Form.
That revered na rang like thunder.
Because in the records of the You Ying Group, the Red King’s Original State bore this na too.
This was the highest rank Original State known so far.
The King of Qing’s sacrificial God, the Red King’s Candle Yin.
Jing Ci’s Azure Dragon Chant, Jizi Chuan’s Candle Mountain Kui.
Generally speaking, the shorter the Original State’s na, the older and stronger it is.
Such as Qilin, Candle Dragon!
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Su Youzhu got out of bed, white gold short hair slightly disheveled, loose black t-shirt draping over her slender graceful figure, elongated snow-white legs stretching outward, stepping onto fluffy slippers.
She was inherently cautious, having gone forty-eight hours without contact with the outside world, must find out what big events occurred recently, otherwise always concerned sothing bad is coming.
The envelope icon at the lower right corner of the screen suddenly flickered.
Su Youzhu’s gaze grew sharp, for that account hadn’t had any ssage prompts for a long ti.
It was left by Gu Ci’an, belonging to the Night Watchers’ confidential account.
The Nightwatch Departnt now knows, as Old Gu’s sole student, Su Youzhu inherited the account.
So if a ssage arrives, likely it’s directed at her.
Su Youzhu paused a mont, suspecting it as a trap from Deep Space Network, but anything related to that man, she wished to investigate, because she desperately wanted to give her beloved boy so answers.
She moved the mouse, clicked on the flashing icon.
The mail’s title made her pupils constrict.
"We are approaching the truth of the Vermilion Bird Clan’s curse."
The email content was a string of coordinates, roughly located in Magic City.
Signed: Han Jing.
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