Chapter 613: Natural Enemies and Natural Enemies

Chen Ling: ?

Chen Ling looked at the bloody, horrifying, incomplete head, having no idea what it had gone through before death, and couldn't connect it to the words "meeting gift" in any way.

"He was a Jiangtian cultist, trying to summon a Gray Realm intersection opposite your theater. I killed him." Liu Qingyan explained softly.

Hearing this, Chen Ling looked at Liu Qingyan with even more surprise.

He had known before that Liu Qingyan had awakened the Divine Path, but he hadn't expected that after half a year, she would have grown to this extent... Jiangtian cultists weren't the type of people ordinary Divine Path users could just kill at will.

"So it was you." Chen Ling asked in confusion, "How did you find me?"

"I can see the threads between faiths, so I followed them here."

"What does that have to do with finding me?"

"You are my faith."

Chen Ling froze. He frowned as he looked at Liu Qingyan, finding her eyes filled with piety and sincerity, with no sign of lying... This reminded him of the conversation half a year ago between this girl and himself, the "Golden Society Special Envoy."

[...It was he who redeemed this girl from purgatory. Whether he is good or evil, this girl is willing to be his sword.]

Chen Ling didn't quite understand the "faith" Liu Qingyan spoke of. In his view, he had just happened to help this girl deal with a few scumbag judges. Perhaps it could count as a favor, but it shouldn't have reached the level of "faith"... Chen Ling always believed that this term only appeared in religion and only toward "gods."

So in Chen Ling’s understanding, Liu Qingyan’s "faith" might just be a deeper expression of "gratitude."

"This meeting gift is very valuable... If it weren't for you, I’m afraid the theater would have been overrun by disasters." Chen Ling accepted the half-head. "In any case, thank you."

Liu Qingyan’s lips curled up involuntarily. She lifted her skirt with both hands and bowed respectfully:

"You don't need to thank me. This is what I should do."

"It’s too dangerous outside now. You’ve only just stepped onto the Divine Path, your rank shouldn't be high. It’s better to hide for now." Chen Ling reminded her kindly. "You can go to the Jinghong Tower. There are 'kind-hearted people' guarding it now; it’s relatively safe."

Liu Qingyan shook her head decisively. "I’m not leaving."

"Why?"

"I’m here to share your burdens." Liu Qingyan looked at the two blood-smeared corpses in the pharmacy. "If you want to deal with the Jiangtian Sect, I can help you... Although I might not be their match in a head-on fight, I can find them."

"You can find Jiangtian cultists??" Chen Ling was incredibly surprised.

"Lord Chen Ling, I said... I can see [Faith]."

Liu Qingyan blinked gently. Threads extended from the half-head, intertwining with the threads of the two corpses in the pharmacy and connecting into the void... At the same time, a large number of threads rose from another direction in the Red Dust main city. Some of these threads were as thin as the two in the pharmacy, while others were thicker, weaving into a giant rope that disappeared into the sky.

In Liu Qingyan’s eyes, the Jiangtian cultists who believed in the "Supreme Savior" were like heavily marked targets in the Red Dust; the location of every single one was crystal clear.

Liu Qingyan’s Divine Path would indeed be affected by the Jiangtian Sect, but from another perspective, wasn't she also a natural enemy of the Jiangtian Sect in another form?

"You can really pinpoint the locations of other Jiangtian cultists?" Chen Ling’s eyes lit up. "Where are they now?"

"Except for a few, the others are very concentrated... roughly in that direction."

"...Very good, Qingyan. You’ve done very well."

Chen Ling said sincerely.

Liu Qingyan’s appearance was so timely for Chen Ling right now, it was as if it were destined... Chen Ling could guess that this was most likely the effect of [Emperor's Fate]. This passive skill, which always had a low presence, could always play a crucial role at critical moments.

Hearing Chen Ling’s words, Liu Qingyan’s body trembled slightly. She lowered her head, and beneath her calm, cold exterior, her heart was already filled with immense joy... It was a satisfaction of having her existence recognized. In the dozen or so years of her wandering life, this was perhaps something more precious than life itself.

"Come with me, but if a fight breaks out, stay far away."

"..." Liu Qingyan didn't respond to this, but asked softly, "If we go like this, won't they be on guard?"

The Jiangtian cultists gathering together was definitely different from one or two acting alone. If they rushed over like this, it would indeed be hard to get close... Chen Ling lowered his head and pondered.

Just then, his peripheral vision caught a familiar-looking shadow centipede winding its way out of the Gray Realm intersection point nearby. A massive head was looking around, seemingly searching for the aura of the Sighing Wilderness.

He seemed to think of something, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"—Hey, chicken."

He suddenly called out in a deep voice.

Seemingly hearing the voice from Chen Ling’s side, the shadow centipede slowly turned its head. When it saw the bright red theatrical robe on Chen Ling, its body shook violently, and it instinctively backed away...

Seeing this, Chen Ling instead stepped toward it, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Come, come here..."

"Don't worry, I won't eat you... I just need you for something."

……

TAP—TAP—TAP...

The skeleton giant beast’s body shattered bit by bit. A figure in white, holding an eight-foot ink brush, calmly stepped over the corpses of the disasters covering the ground. The tide of ink slowly receded from beneath his feet.

Wisps of white vapor drifted from Lü Liangren’s lips, and his eyes swept calmly across the surroundings.

At the same time, two Tier 6 skeleton disasters nearby were frightened by a single glance from him and kept backing away... as if they had seen some even more terrifying monster.

"Really... it’s endless." Lü Liangren frowned tightly.

He gripped the eight-foot ink brush in his hand, just about to slay these two disasters, when he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned his head toward a certain direction.

"This is... the Ghost-Mocking Abyss? How can this be?" Lü Liangren was stunned. "Is there a traitor inside the Jiangtian Sect?"

Amidst the territory of the Sighing Wilderness, a Ghost-Mocking Abyss had suddenly popped up. Lü Liangren couldn't imagine any other possibility besides a traitor within the Jiangtian Sect. And as that touch of gray spread crazily, the silhouettes of several shadow monsters were rapidly approaching!

Seeing this, the killing intent in Lü Liangren’s eyes grew even more chilling.

"Courting death."

The ink tide beneath Lü Liangren’s feet expanded again. Just as he intended to fight another battle, those shadow monsters actually bypassed him and began fighting frantically with the two skeleton disasters opposite!

Lü Liangren: ???