**Chapter Eighty: What if I Don’t Agree?**
On the rooftop of a building in the Nightless Street, Sheim ultimately lost track of those suspicious figures in black.
It wasn’t due to a lack of ability; in fact, those figures were no match for him. After a brief encounter, within three exchanges, they were beaten and fled in a panic.
As a member of the Miracle Cult, Sheim never believed in the adage of not chasing the desperate foe. In the Miracle Cult, one pursues to the ends of the earth, cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots.
However, while tracking those black-clad figures, he gradually found that he could never catch up. He had an unsettling feeling that the entire street, everything in sight, seemed to be assisting those figures in their escape.
“d*mn it, you lot run really fast!” Looking at the empty rooftop ahead, Sheim sheathed his curved blade and cursed fiercely, “Don’t let me see you again, or I’ll hit you on sight…”
Before he could finish his words, he heard a whistling sound behind him, followed by a soft thud; someone had followed him onto the rooftop.
“Who are you?!” Sheim suddenly turned around and saw the girl who had appeared behind him, momentarily pausing in surprise.
It was Huasang, sweating profusely, with a pale complexion. She held onto the railing of the rooftop with one hand to steady herself, while the other hand waved softly, indicating for him to be calm.
On her slightly bowed head, beads of sweat the size of mung beans glistened. Her face was pale, her eyes wide open, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were experiencing an asthma attack, breathing heavily and erratically.
“Wait—! Rest a moment, wait—!”
Wasn’t she the Dachunyang Palace disciple who had been following the Holy Son? What was she doing here? Sheim frowned, sizing up Huasang, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Huasang’s state, he suspected that she might vomit up a few pieces of lung tissue at any moment.
On the bus from Zhenwu Mountain’s scenic area to Shizhou City, Sheim and Salih had hidden their spiritual energy fluctuations well. Huasang had only sensed their spiritual energy but could not discern its depth.
It was only when she began tracking Sheim that she realized this foreign middle-aged man’s power was astonishing…
At least his speed was top-notch, and her speed, given similar levels of spiritual energy fluctuation, was undoubtedly dragging down the average.
Under the influence of unstable spiritual patterns, Huasang carried the weight of ten thousand jun at all times. Supported by spirit energy in the short term, she could barely keep up with the average speed, but she was already very tired, and after running a considerable distance under such a load, it was nearly killing her.
After a long while, Huasang finally caught her breath, swallowed hard, and looked at Sheim seriously, “May I ask you an impolite question? Have you seen Wang Buliu? The girl who sat in the last row on the bus earlier.”
Sheim, “…” She was previously tracking the Holy Son and now was probing for information about him; could it be that she was in cahoots with those scoundrels from before?
As he mused, Sheim’s right hand subtly rested on the hilt of his curved blade.
Noticing his small movement, Huasang quickly explained, “Wait, don’t misunderstand. I know her; we are… somewhat friends?”
They even shared a betrothal.
“Right now, she might be facing a very dangerous spiritual attack, with life-threatening risks. If you know where she is, please let me know, so I can inform my sect and send someone to rescue her.”
“Oh?” Sheim narrowed his eyes at Huasang, skeptical. “How can I trust you?”
“…” Huasang pondered for a few seconds, locking her gaze onto Sheim’s eyes, and earnestly said, “I can make a vow to prove my words are not false.”
“…” Sheim stared at Huasang for a long time, hesitating for a while, then finally nodded, “Fine, make your vow first, and I’ll take you there.”
Although he had an aversion to the Dachunyang Palace members, even bearing hostility towards them due to the d*ath of the previous Holy Son, he had no other options now.
He didn’t doubt that the Holy Son could create miracles.
It’s just that the place where the Holy Son was trapped was too special, and Salih had attempted to create a miracle but was now stuck at an invisible wall, unable to break free.
Moreover, in times of danger, having reinforcements arrive could also be a miracle!
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On the other side, in that residential area.
In the darkness, murderous intent suddenly arose.
Three members of the Secret Society, huddled together in mutual protection, felt a shiver run through them.
When disaster strikes, everyone seeks to flee; facing a life-threatening crisis, they hurriedly ran in three different directions.
The boy whose feet were merged with roller skates moved with astonishing speed, sailing over walls as if it were flat ground.
However, faster than him was Luxianbei.
In just two breaths, she closed in beside the boy. Then, her body lowered, suddenly making a sliding kick forward, her sword aimed at the boy’s legs, tracing a circular arc.
The broken sword enveloped in crimson flames seemed to materialize from the void, erupting with light.
Accompanied by the whistling wind, the sharp blade collided with the quality roller skate, cutting through like it was water, making not a sound as it shattered effortlessly!
The roller skate boy screamed, and his two fleeing companions paused, looking back to catch a glimpse of the harbinger of doom.
But when they turned, Luxianbei had already vanished from sight.
She disappeared as abruptly as she had come, silently.
Immediately after, a grotesque figure fleetingly appeared in the darkness.
Two sounds of viscous liquid splattering came in quick succession. An arm wielding a kitchen kn*fe and a head with a plush hooded cap flew through the air, propelled by the howling wind of the sword, tracing an arc in the sky.
……
Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven…
Luxianbei’s hunt continued relentlessly for a full thirty-five minutes.
Under the cover of night, the street was devastated again and again, with everywhere in sight marred by the flickering sparks of scorched marks and deep and shallow ravines; thick smoke billowed all around.
Lifeless bodies, barely resembling humans, lay scattered like discarded refuse along the roadside. A few critically injured still clung to life, but their pupils were dilated, their expressions vacant, too weak to m*an.
In thirty-five minutes, she killed one A-Class Spiritual Ability User, rendered three A-Class Spiritual Ability Users incapable of fighting, and caused a significant number of B-Class and C-Class Spiritual Ability Users to become souls under her sword. This record was terrifying.
During this time, members of the Secret Society, just a moment ago communicating with their partners, suddenly heard screams from beside them. After a moment of shock, when they came to their senses, only they remained.
Slowly, some members began to think that this operation might have been a mistake.
They never imagined that, with the assistance of that great person, ambushing a witch-type urban legend would unfold like this, nor had they ever faced such a terrifying opponent.
The feeling was that their enemy was a ferocious beast with sharp fangs and claws, while they were merely lambs with insufficient horns, able to barely survive only by gathering together.
In the darkness, the members of the Secret Society clustered together in groups, mutually shielding one another. They could clearly see the panic and anxiety in their companions’ eyes.
However, what they didn’t know was that this terrifying opponent was already at the end of her tether.
To ensure she could deal a fatal blow to her enemies, Luxianbei spared no effort with each strike, her spiritual energy consumption was like a floodgate opened wide, swift and fierce.
After such intense fighting for over thirty minutes, along with the intense depletion of spiritual energy, the fragile enemies nearly wiped out, and members of the Secret Society starting to regain their composure and regroup, the time it took for Luxianbei to take down an enemy increased sharply.
When she struck the first enemy, it took her less than two seconds, while her most recent strike took nearly thirty seconds, almost trapping her in an inescapable mire with “objects” surging in from all sides.
Her heavy breathing, slightly trembling hands, noticeably erratic sword trajectories, slowed chanting speed, and the intense emptiness of her nearly depleted spiritual energy… all reminded Luxianbei that she could barely hold on.
She felt like a phone that, when its battery is nearly dead, forces itself to power back on, likely to “blackout” at any moment.
But she couldn’t stop.
Her current situation was like that of a legendary bird that was born without legs, forced to fly endlessly; when it was tired, it could only sleep in the wind, landing just once in its life, and that once would be its d*ath.
She could only wait, for the support from Dachunyang Palace that could come at any uncertain moment, or for the mastermind behind the scenes who tasked the members of the Secret Society with the ambush to call off the attack.
Then…
She finally waited for it.
Not rescue, but compromise.
“Clap clap clap—!”
Applause echoed from an unseen source, every object around resonating.
“Hahaha, splendid, splendid! Miss, I admit you are quite formidable. How about we both take a step back? I’ll let you go, and you won’t pursue this matter any longer, okay?”
Hearing that featureless voice, Luxianbei tilted her head, surveying her surroundings, and coldly said, “You let me go after killing so many of your underlings?”
“Underlings? No, no, no, I think there may be a misunderstanding! They were not my underlings, at best, just… tools I prefer, although it’s a bit saddening when tools break, it’s fine; I can get new ones later.”
Get new ones? Using such terrifying methods? Luxianbei frowned and bit her lip, “What if I don’t agree?”
That voice was silent for a few seconds, puzzled, “I don’t understand. What could be more important than your life? What do you actually want?”
“I want…” Luxianbei paused mid-sentence, her mind conjuring the image of the hell on earth she had seen back in the residential building, and she said solemnly, “Fairness. What do you think?”
