**Chapter 103: Just Live, Not Care About d*ath [4K]**
Amid the echoing call of Li, the shimmering cold light of the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke” swept in.
Behind the white-clad General, a figure appeared, holding a half piece of the Tiger Talisman and radiating a stern aura.
The terrifying fluctuations of spiritual energy stained the surroundings with the scent of bl**d and gunpowder, as if the air had turned into cold steel, flowing slowly.
In a critical moment, a ball of pitch-black flame emerged from the palm of the running girl, growing with the wind, transforming into a pitch-black spear gleaming with a metallic sheen almost instantly, and upon closer inspection, it bore some resemblance to the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke.”
At the same time, behind her, a vague silhouette, also holding a Tiger Talisman, was outlined by the black flames. Just inches away, the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke” was on the verge of landing on the running girl’s body.
In the next moment, the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke” struck against the pitch-black spear in her hand. Seeing this, the General’s gaze slightly condensed, showing no overt surprise.
He had long known that the current Solar Eclipse Association President had a similar capability akin to “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
Before the Inheritance Beast emerged in Huacheng, there were even members within the Siye Society who believed that the current President of the Solar Eclipse Association was, in fact, the Inheritance Beast itself.
“Boom—!”
After a brief silence, a thunderous sound erupted.
The shockwave spread out, and the asphalt road beneath the running girl seemed to liquefy, surging with pitch-black waves before crumbling. Countless fragments of stone and soil flew out like arrows in all directions, about to smash into the buildings on either side of the street, causing destruction, but at that moment, they were intercepted by the invisible barrier surrounding them, shattering and dispersing into dust.
“Ah?” The retreating running girl caught sight of this scene with her peripheral vision and couldn’t help but let out a light exclamation, “Is this the urban barrier? When was it opened?”
“You don’t need to know.” The General replied coolly, slightly raising his eyes, where sparks seemed to flicker. After finishing his words, he stepped forward again, attacking, as he swept his spear to create a line of arcane light.
“I guess it was arranged by that person from Dachunyang Palace?” As the running girl nimbly dodged the General’s assault, she muttered thoughtfully.
“That person is one of the builders of Huacheng’s urban barrier. If he gave you a talisman that can control part of the urban barrier’s power, it indeed would allow for a silent lockdown of the entire street using the urban barrier.”
“That’s good too; I was just worried about causing widespread destruction! If the urban barrier intercepts, the damage should be minimized, right? That person really has some thoughtfulness.”
Just as she said, facing an enemy suspected to be the President of the Solar Eclipse Association, Zhang Hainan did not dare to let his guard down. After receiving news from Luxianbei, while contacting the General to request support, he handed over the talisman that could control Huacheng’s urban barrier to the General.
The battle between two Disaster-Class Spiritual Ability Users, if not restrained, would not simply result in “natural gas pipeline explosions” that could be brushed aside. A careless moment could escalate into a national mourning-level “natural disaster.”
As the running girl was lost in her thoughts, the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke” in the General’s hand suddenly radiated a glaring silver light. Under the silver glow, the spear transformed into a long sword in an instant and lunged forward.
A cold aura emanated from the sword, crashing fiercely against the black-flamed sword raised by the running girl. “Clang—!”
Accompanied by a muffled sound, where the blades met, chaotic sword lights clashed violently for a moment before exploding, creating a storm.
After one strike, the General did not pursue further, standing his ground, feet slightly apart, his gaze locked onto the figure in a pink tracksuit in front of him, a ghostly shadow appearing behind him, drawing a bow like the crescent moon.
“The Diagram of a Hundred Generals, No. 19: Flying General” buzzed—!
The sound of the bowstring humming was like a dragon’s roar, with a strong aura of destruction cascading out from the longbow, spiraling forward, the shockwaves plowing through the ground, leaving deep ravines.
Meanwhile, a pitch-black lightning bolt, almost identical, flew in from the other end of the street.
The collision of black and white lights fought and intertwined like dragons and snakes, melding into one, then, after a brief contraction, it erupted, triggering a violent explosion.
The scattered arc lights seemed to tear reality into countless tiny rips, and a horrifying wave of spiritual energy burst forth from within, rampaging in all directions, annihilating everything as if it were mere illusions.
Hundreds of meters of the street rapidly transformed into a desolate landscape, reminiscent of life before its birth.
Even the urban barrier shrouding the street showed dense cracks under the terrifying impact, with countless glowing fragments falling, looking as if it could collapse at any moment, teetering on the brink.
When the dust settled, the running girl stood still, suddenly seized by a spasm, her legs giving way as she knelt on one knee, bracing herself with her hands, bending over and coughing violently.
*Cough cough cough—!*
Accompanied by the coughs, thick black bl**d, like asphalt, gushed from her mouth and nose, mixed with internal fragments, while beneath her pale skin, marks of burns spread along her veins.
At this moment, the General, holding the spear, stepped forward slowly, standing before her with a cold gaze.
Seeing this, the running girl simply gave up resisting, collapsing to the ground, forcing a smile as she said, “Shall we cease fire? Continuing the fight will only hurt this unknown lady, right?”
“If I’m correct with the information I have, the first two images of the Diagram of a Hundred Generals are your true killing moves, right?” In their brief clash, she had already observed the General’s hesitation, realizing he was not going all out.
From the intelligence gathered by the Solar Eclipse Association, the second image of the diagram had earth-shattering power, and the first, which no one had ever seen, was said to be capable of frightening even gods, far beyond what Huacheng’s urban barrier could withstand.
In response, the General frowned, tightening his grip on the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke,” slightly raising it as if to strike, but then slowly lowered it, standing beside her instead.
This action indicated he tacitly acknowledged the running girl’s words.
While up to now, the Siye Society had yet to grasp the current President of the Solar Eclipse Association’s specific powers.
The Siye Society was also aware that the Elders’ Council of the Solar Eclipse Association had organized multiple assassinations against the current President and achieved success, yet not long after, this President would mysteriously reappear before everyone.
According to scholars within the Siye Society, this might relate to the current President’s ability to seize control of others’ bodies. During their earlier engagement, the General had also discovered that the intelligence he had seen was accurate; continuing to tangle, not only would the girl’s body fail to withstand the spiritual energy infused with the fire of the Black Sun, but if he killed her now, it wouldn’t harm the core of the Solar Eclipse Association’s leader.
However, the leader had miscalculated one thing.
That is, if the General truly could unleash the first image of the Diagram of a Hundred Generals, he would be able to k*ll the girl while simultaneously breaching the boundaries of time and space to directly attack his true self.
Unfortunately, the General was unable to do so.
The spirit pattern he possessed, the “Mixed Species Diagram of a Hundred Generals,” though claimed to be “a hundred generals,” actually only contained ninety-seven portraits of renowned generals.
Only when he completed the Diagram of a Hundred Generals to ninety-nine pieces and used himself as the template would his unique “first image of the Diagram of a Hundred Generals” appear.
Even a slight deviation was unacceptable; this was a serious flaw inherent in all mixed species spirit patterns.
After pondering for a moment, the General placed the sharp end of the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke” against the running girl’s throat, coldly commanding, “Speak!” Concerned that this President of the Solar Eclipse Association might release the control over the running girl’s body to direct power elsewhere, the General felt he couldn’t let her remain so quiet and needed to ensure she stayed within surveillance.
“Speak about what?” The running girl replied blankly.
When it came to chatting, she was actually quite clumsy, often inadvertently provoking others’ anger.
It was just like a while ago when the receptionist at her company was showing everyone her newly bought Chanel bag, and she casually made a comment, then received disdainful looks from the receptionist for half a month during check-ins.
To this day, she still didn’t understand why she asked, “You only earn three thousand eight a month, and you have no boyfriend; where do you get the money to buy such an expensive bag?”
If Luxianbei had said something similar, it could’ve been deemed sarcastic, but she was different; she simply wanted to know what part-time job the receptionist had that made her so financially successful.
The General shot a sidelong glance at her, “Just say something casual; you should understand what I mean.”
“Although I said I wouldn’t run, I get it.” The running girl nodded, pausing before changing the subject, “Speaking of which, I’ve always been curious about what the legendary ‘first image of the Diagram of a Hundred Generals’ looks like. Can you reveal a little bit?”
This was a sincerely heartfelt question.
As an ordinary man with a mundane life experience before the age of thirty-five, he too had admired various heroes from ancient to modern times in his childhood, moved by their stories.
So, he genuinely envied the General for possessing a spirit pattern like the “Diagram of a Hundred Generals,” where each move summoned the heroic spirits of generals, borrowing their power. It was among the types of spirit patterns he envied the most, at least ranking in the top three!
The General gave the running girl a dark look.
Seeing him hesitant to speak, the running girl added, “Just a name will do. Don’t be so stingy!”
The General remained silent, applying slight pressure, causing the sharp edge of the “Fengshan Wolf Smoke” to cut into her neck, and a few drops of crimson bl**d slowly seeped out from her delicate skin.
“No comment.”
“Can’t you say anything?” The running girl frowned, sincerity in her tone, “Was the Wordless Book really birthed from the original Book of Siye? If that’s the case, does it count as a spirit energy item or an urban legend?”
Yet another genuine question from her.
The mere idea that something like the first image of the Diagram of a Hundred Generals could originate from “there are beauties within books” struck him as incredibly miraculous. The General, “…”
I told you to casually say something, not to k*ll the conversation!
You come in here right off the bat snooping into my personal affairs and the secrets of the Siye Society, what’s that about?
Even though he could tell the running girl’s inquiries were quite earnest and not intended to gather intelligence, he really couldn’t respond to a single question.
After a few seconds of silence, the General expressionlessly replied, “Forget it. You might as well just sing a song?”
“Oh.”—
Running wildly, she darted through the city.
When Luxianbei arrived at the Jingyi Apartment Complex, she sensed a repulsive unfamiliar wave of spiritual energy wafting through the complex from afar.
It felt as if a grotesque beast, covered in hideous sores and exuding toxic gas, had invaded the community and was settled here.
Stinky Sister’s Sword.
She was so strong; she must be fine, right?
Luxianbei thought anxiously, not caring that the cameras in the complex might capture her.
That inhuman speed took an unusual turn, heading straight towards Building Three of Phase Three.
She passed through the complex’s garden, reached the bottom of Building Three, and using the protrusions of the building’s exterior to scale the walls, quickly landed on her balcony.
Then.
She swiftly pushed open the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door of the balcony, hurriedly rushing into the room.
Upon seeing the scene in the living room, Luxianbei’s footsteps halted, her expression frozen.
Next to the sofa, Jumeng sat there nonchalantly, holding Wang Ying with one arm, tilting her head to examine Huaxie Yu; while Wang Ying in her arms was stretching her hands towards Huaxie Yu, waving back and forth, babbling as if wanting to get closer.
At first glance, it appeared as if a wicked stepmother was trying to stop a child from approaching her favored sister.
But upon closer inspection, she noticed Wang Ying’s fierce gaze, drooling from the corners of her mouth, her throat squirming as if about to cry out in hunger.
Thus, the scene instantly transformed into a good big sister preventing a monstrous little brat from eating someone. Seeing this, Luxianbei tilted her head and asked, “What’s going on here?”
The sudden voice startled Jumeng, making her shudder; her hand slipped, and Wang Ying fell “thud” onto the ground, instantly losing her human shape.
Jumeng, with a look of disgust, nudged Wang Ying aside with her toe, crossing her arms before her chest, walking over to Luxianbei’s side, rolling her eyes as she said, “You ask me? I want to ask you!”
“Why are you bringing home all kinds of people? Do you know she has the core of the parasitic urban legend on her?”
“You couldn’t have given a heads up; suddenly waking up scared me. Do I not have any standing in this house anymore?” What on earth made you think you had any standing in this house? Luxianbei criticized internally, squinting her eyes as she asked, “So, you really have no problem?”
“What could possibly be a problem?” Jumeng shrugged indifferently, “The parasitic urban legend is terrifying for other spiritual ability users and urban legends, but it’s absolutely useless against me, okay?”
“Huh?” Luxianbei responded in confusion.
“I ask you, why does a parasitic urban legend continuously spread its powers like a virus?” Jumeng asked. Luxianbei shook her head.
“Of course, it’s to reproduce! It’s a kind of instinctual reproduction derived from its powers.” Jumeng smirked, “Now let me ask you, what are my powers about?”
“Managing connections? Making deals without delivering results?”
“Reproduction, it’s reproduction, you idiot!” Jumeng corrected angrily.
“Wait!” Upon hearing this, a look of realization crossed Luxianbei’s eyes as she turned to the sleeping Huaxie Yu and asked, “So, does this mean your powers are specifically effective against parasitic types?”
“Of course!” Jumeng proudly lifted her chin. “Then you should hurry up and k*ll it!”
“But I can’t.” Jumeng waved her hand dismissively, “I can only ensure it reproduces; I can’t control its d*ath. Just being able to contain its powers from spreading throughout the entire city is already quite good, alright?”
Luxianbei, ” ”
