Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Shen Ye watched the scion of the noble family through the glass.

For some reason, there was no sense of satisfaction in his heart for having his vengeance fulfilled, instead, it grew colder.

Song Qingyun was too efficient in her actions.

People.

In her eyes, they were nothing more than tools that could be discarded and killed at any time.

Shen Ye looked towards her.

She gave him a charming smile and said in a low voice,

"Only you know that I killed him, promise never to tell anyone."

"Is it for my revenge?" Shen Ye asked.

Song Qingyun gave a coquettish rebuke and made a gesture as if to hit Shen Ye.

Shen Ye\'s heart tightened, then relaxed, and suddenly he too reached out, grabbing her hand in the air.

He gently touched her hand.

She shivered slightly, her head bowed gently, revealing her fair and beautiful neck.

Neither of them spoke.

In the normal sense, such a young man and woman should have become an item.

But they stood quietly in front of the large glass vessel containing Zhongli Fengluo\'s body, letting the ambiguous atmosphere slowly stretch out, each thinking of other things in their hearts.

"Brother Shen Ye."

"Hmm?"

"Are you satisfied with how I handled this?"

"...What about the others?"

Song Qingyun looked up at his face and said softly,

"Killing the chief culprit is enough—after all, you still have to live in the world, to follow the path of Chaotic Heaven Gate straight up to success. You need friends, not enemies."

"Brother, let me have a heart-to-heart with you."

"In the future, when you stand by my side, you should learn to use people, not make them hate you."

"Alright, since the chief culprit is dead... I can\'t possibly kill all the people of noble families, it\'s not realistic," Shen Ye sighed.

"You\'ve grown a lot, Brother Shen Ye," Song Qingyun said cheerfully.

As she spoke, the nine-headed, one-eyed giant snake floating behind her opened its eyes and looked at Shen Ye.

—It was beginning to watch him!

What did this mean?

Shen Ye pretended not to notice, about to speak, when he saw Song Qingyun step forward and gently embrace him.

"How annoying," Shen Ye said.

He did not move.

Song Qingyun chuckled and rested lightly on his shoulder, saying,

"Please talk to my sister. I really can\'t bear to see her suffer from illness anymore."

"Okay, I\'ll take care of that for you—as long as your sister listens to me," Shen Ye said.

The creature, suspended mid-air, glanced at Shen Ye a few times before drifting back behind Song Qingyun.

What did it want to do?

Shen Ye waited quietly.

But there was no flicker of light in the void, nor any cues for an explanation.

"My sister still remembers the past; she should listen to you," Song Qingyun said.

"I\'m not so sure about that," Shen Ye said.

"Oh yes," Song Qingyun suddenly said, "the card you gave my sister that year, she lost it by accident, and I want to apologize to you on her behalf—you wouldn\'t mind such a trivial matter, right?"

"That was my sentiment, and she actually lost it?" Shen Ye\'s tone grew heavier.

Song Qingyun looked at him, saw some annoyance in his expression, then buried her head in his shoulder again and continued,

"Don\'t blame her, she\'s just a bit careless, that\'s all."

"Hmph."

"I\'ll go and call my sister now, think about what you\'re going to say to her."

"Alright," Shen Ye said.

Song Qingyun left his embrace and walked out of the room.

Shen Ye\'s expression became stern as he surveyed the surroundings, only to see that the pavilion was deserted with no one else and no surveillance equipment around.

He took a few steps back, returning to the glass vessel, and whispered,

"How did you die?"

—Whispers of the Dark activated!

Inside the glass vessel, Zhongli Fengluo\'s eyes opened blankly.

The entire glass vessel was full of liquid, sealed tight, making it impossible for him to speak.

But his expression was filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Under Shen Ye\'s gaze, the corpse raised its hands and made an embracing gesture.

Then the body pressed against the inner wall of the glass, opened its mouth, and revealed the shape of a word to Shen Ye:

"Die!"

Embrace.

Die.

Understood!

"Do you know what her embrace does, what ability it is?" Shen Ye asked.

The corpse moved its mouth to speak, but no sound came out, its expression turning desperate.

Clang!

A faint sound, and a glimmer of light appeared in the void, forming words:

"Although you can\'t hear it, the person really spoke the name of that technique, sensed by your ability, presented as follows:"

"Hug of the Evil LuoDamo."

"Otherworldly Ritual Magic, Special Summoning Technique, Forbidden Technique."

"Description: The person embraced has been marked with a reverse summoning beacon. When the Technique Master activates the technique, it will transport the embraced person to the lair of the Evil God."

"—The Beginning of Decay."

The glimmer of light faded.

Shen Ye stood still, striving to suppress the chilling dread in his heart.

No wonder she wanted to hug me.

So I could die at any moment?

Now, she could alter my memories and transport me to the Evil God whenever she wishes.

"You can go now," Shen Ye said.

The body immediately closed its eyes and floated once more in the liquid.

—No, I must not forget this move of hers.

Shen Ye took out a card, opened the text input, and quickly typed a few words:

"Death if embraced."

A voice came from far behind:

"What are you doing?"

Shen Ye didn\'t have time to choose a recipient—

The one at the very top of the contacts list, who had just been added as a friend, was Nangong Sirui.

There was no time to switch people—

Shen Ye pressed down hard on the card, and the message was sent!

"My card is different from yours, so I will decorate it," Shen Ye said without turning back, casually clicking to buy a set of clothes for a human figure to wear.

On the card.

Sunshine, beach, coconut trees.

Shen Ye stood by the sea, wearing sunglasses, his arm around a beautiful woman.

Song Qingyun appeared by his side and saw the demeanor on the card, laughing as she hit him lightly.

Shen Ye looked indifferent and put the card away.

Song Qingyun\'s gaze moved away from him to glance again at the body inside the huge glass vessel before turning toward the attic door.

"My sister has arrived," she said.

Shen Ye turned back to look.

Song Yinchen was sitting in a wheelchair, stopped at the entrance, looking at Shen Ye with full curiosity.

The girl, like her sister, was also wearing a long white dress.

"You are—Brother Shen Ye?"

She asked.

"It\'s me," Shen Ye said with a nod.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Damn.

What had just happened?

He only remembered Song Qingyun leaving to bring Song Yinchen, but nothing actually happened in between.

No, that\'s not right!

I must have done something!

I should have—

I should have taken the opportunity to ask that body how it died.

So had I asked?

Something moved inside his clothes.

It was the card.

Shen Ye began to walk away from Song Qingyun, towards Song Yinchen.

Song Yinchen possessed the Talent of activating memories.

She should be unaffected by that trick of Song Qingyun\'s.

But for Song Yinchen, growing up with everyone around being controlled and having their memories modified time and again, only she could always maintain clarity—

It was too suffocating.

That she had lived to this day, she must be incredibly resilient.

"We haven\'t seen each other for many years, what happened to your legs?" Shen Ye asked.

"There\'s something wrong with my legs; I can\'t stand, and also my health isn\'t very good," Song Yinchen said.

"This won\'t do—you should go to a temple and light some incense, pray for a talisman to keep you safe. I\'ve tried it, it works," Shen Ye suggested.

Having said that, he casually pulled out the card to take a look.

Nangong Sirui had replied:

"Dude, I\'m just looking for true love, not to die for it."

Above this message was the one he had sent:

"Hug and you\'ll die."

Hug.

Die?

A fragment of memory suddenly entered Shen Ye\'s mind.

—Yes, he had spoken with the body, and even learned a powerful reverse summoning technique!

He had regained that memory!

"My sister doesn\'t believe in Divine Spirits," Song Qingyun\'s voice came from afar.

Shen Ye casually tucked the card back into his pocket and said:

"Or get her a Divine Spirit\'s pendant to wear around her neck, it might work."

"She wouldn\'t want it," Song Qingyun added.

Pendant.

However, Song Yinchen understood.

He had given her a pendant before!

The phrase just now was a hint that he was on her side.

So did he still retain his memories?

Song Yinchen\'s face showed no emotion; she calmly said, "It\'s useless, I\'ve been ill for a long time, it can\'t be cured, nothing works."

Shen Ye changed the topic: "Then follow your sister\'s way and make a contract with a Divine Spirit, that could save your life."

Song Yinchen looked at him, then at Song Qingyun standing far away in front of the glass vessel, observing the two of them.

After hesitating for a moment.

"Brother Shen Ye," Song Yinchen spoke up.

"Hmm?"

"Could you take me to see Zhongzhou City below? It\'s my wish—if you fulfill my wish, I will listen to you," she said.

As her words ended.

Song Qingyun\'s eyebrows relaxed, but her face still showed thoughtfulness.

But Shen Ye shook his head, returned to Song Qingyun\'s side, and whispered:

"Your sister is just a Normal person; she has her own life. Why do you want to bring her into the Dharma Realm and make her have unrealistic fantasies?"

"I... it\'s for her own good," Song Qingyun said.

"Now she has begun to have unrealistic fantasies, wanting to take part in the joint freshman welcome party of the three schools, how will you handle that?" Shen Ye asked further.

"Once she makes a contract with a Divine Spirit, she\'ll also become a Professional," Song Qingyun said.

Shen Ye sighed and asked, "Is that the only way?"

"Yes," Song Qingyun answered.

—The logic was established!

Go to Zhongzhou City, make the contract, cure her illness, become a Professional.

Don\'t go to Zhongzhou City, no contract, no cure, no becoming a Professional.

Shen Ye didn\'t know why Song Yinchen had to go to Zhongzhou City.

But she must have her reasons.

Now everything pointed to Zhongzhou City.

To go.

Or not to go?

Now it depended on whether Song Qingyun was willing to let go.

—After all, this was the logic she set up in front of Shen Ye.

Would she slap her own face?

Or agree?

"We\'ll go together."

Song Qingyun then said.

She took Shen Ye\'s hand and walked back to Song Yinchen, smiling, "Shen Ye and I will accompany you to Zhongzhou City."