Chapter 1899: The Seventh Generation Red King

Ancient Treasury of the Prostitution Path.

Divine Path aura stirred from the void. Led by Liu Qingyan, Li Qingshan stepped onto the mirror-like lake, sending ripples across its surface.

This was Li Qingshan's first time entering the Ancient Treasury. He looked around, seemingly curious about everything here.

"What are we doing here?" he asked.

Liu Qingyan did not answer. She simply raised her hand in silence, pointing toward the center of the lake.

A cinnabar-colored coffin lay quietly there.

Li Qingshan's pupils contracted slightly.

After a moment of hesitation, he walked forward and lifted a corner of the coffin lid... The heaviness in his eyes suddenly turned into astonishment.

"...Empty?" Li Qingshan turned to look at Liu Qingyan. "I thought you were going to show me his body..."

"Normally, that should be the case." Liu Qingyan walked forward slowly.

"After the Red Kings of past generations ascended to the heavens, their bodies would appear on Earth... but this time, it's different..."

"His body did not appear."

Li Qingshan reacted immediately. "Does that mean... perhaps he isn't dead at all?"

"I don't know..."

Liu Qingyan shook her head. "But regardless, the Twilight Society is currently leaderless. According to tradition..."

Liu Qingyan took a playing card from her bosom.

A red [JOKER].

Before Chen Ling left, he had not left a will or designated who should serve as the Seventh Generation Red King of the Twilight Society. Since that was the case, according to tradition, Heart 6 would succeed to the position of Red King, leading the Twilight Society to reverse the era and restart the world.

Li Qingshan looked at the playing card symbolizing the Seventh Generation Red King with a complex expression, sighing deeply in his heart...

Just as he was about to reach out and take it,

a flash of white light passed by,

and the playing card in Liu Qingyan's hand vanished into thin air!

Li Qingshan was stunned, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air...

Liu Qingyan, however, seemed to have sensed something. Her brows furrowed, and anger climbed into her eyes. The demigod pressure of the Prostitution Path erupted, and the endless blood color seemed to connect with the entire Ancient Treasury, turning the previously calm lake surface bright red instantly!!

Less than a hundred meters away on the lake surface, a figure wearing a black top hat had appeared out of nowhere.

He was toying with a playing card at his fingertips, his expression as cold as an iceberg.

"Li Laide." Liu Qingyan spoke in a deep voice. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Heh... lost my mind?"

Li Laide sneered, his deep blue eyes fixed on Li Qingshan, making no effort to hide his contempt.

"You're the ones who have lost your minds!"

"This guy is just a tiny Seventh-Order Theater God Path practitioner, a nobody, an ant! What qualification does he have to replace him, reverse the era, and restart the world?!"

"Does he even deserve... to be the Seventh Generation Red King?!"

As Li Laide's voice grew lower, the demigod pressure of the Thief God Path erupted, causing the entire lake to splash and leaving Li Qingshan unable to breathe.

Li Laide was clearly targeting Li Qingshan; his pressure weighed on Li Qingshan's shoulders, and his gaze seemed to want to crush him directly.

Li Qingshan was only a Seventh-Order, while Li Laide stood at the pinnacle of the world. The gap between them was too vast. In front of Li Laide, Li Qingshan couldn't even move a step, let alone resist.

Just then, another demigod aura erupted from beside Li Qingshan, forcibly bearing Li Laide's pressure for him.

"Whether he deserves to be the Seventh Generation Red King is not for you to decide." Liu Qingyan's black hair danced in the gale, her cold killing intent like a gleaming blade, slicing across Li Laide's cheek and leaving a faint bloodstain.

"Or perhaps..."

"...you want to fight me here in my Ancient Treasury of the Prostitution Path?"

Li Laide didn't care about Liu Qingyan's threat at all. He pinched the red [JOKER] between his fingertips and scoffed:

"So what if it's not for me to decide?"

"He's gone. Who in the Twilight Society can stop me now?"

"You?"

"Or that old geezer, Waking Lion?"

"So what if the rest of you in the Twilight Society don't accept me? So what if you don't acknowledge it? I am going to steal his identity, and I am going to be the Seventh Generation Red King!"

"Even if I'm all alone, I can do better than all of you! I can also..."

"...reverse the era and restart the world."

A touch of madness appeared in Li Laide's eyes!

Liu Qingyan stared at him blankly, only recovering from the shock after a long time:

"...Crazy... you've truly gone mad."

Li Laide, personally trained by Chen Ling, was simply too strong. Even on her home turf, Liu Qingyan had no confidence in defeating him. Moreover, as a demigod of the Thief God Path, snatching the Red King card back from him was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Li Laide flicked the brim of his hat with his fingertips, and the blue ribbon tied to it instantly turned into a vibrant red, like a clever magic trick.

He pinched the Red King card in one hand and elegantly removed his hat with the other...

...bowing slightly to the two of them:

"The Seventh Generation Red King of the Twilight Society..."

"...greets you all."

The next second, Li Laide's figure vanished without a trace.

The Ancient Treasury of the Prostitution Path fell into a deathly silence.

Li Qingshan stood quietly in place, having watched the whole thing.

Only after Li Laide had completely left did he slowly turn his head to look behind him, asking with a wry smile:

"Sir... what should we do about this?"

In the void behind him, the outline of a figure in red-bottomed, black-patterned theatrical robes gradually took shape!

He looked in the direction Li Laide had left, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Don't worry about him..."

"...let him do whatever he wants."

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[Audience Expectation +5]

[Current Expectation: 94%]

In the crimson world, a pair of eyes slowly opened a crack.

They were hollow eyes. Although open, they had not regained consciousness, like a soulless puppet.

Perhaps because the audience expectation value had flashed across his field of vision, the hollow eyes barely regained a trace of clarity, but immediately after, an even deeper, hollow confusion followed...

Vessel-like earth veins pulsed rhythmically in the dim world. If one were to detach from Chen Ling's perspective, one would see that his entire body was embedded into the flesh wall, fused with the pulsing veins, with only half his head exposed.

At the same time, a series of faint whispers reached his ears.

"Sixth Generation..."

"Chen Ling..."

"Wake up..."

"Old Six..."

The moment the last two words appeared, Chen Ling's consciousness, like a kite floating in the sky, suddenly caught a thin thread. His previously drifting consciousness found a crucial anchor!

A trace of clarity climbed back into the hollow eyes, and his previously wooden, dull expression began to show signs of struggle!