Chapter 115: You've Grown So Much, My Foolish Little Sister

“Wuwu!”

High above, the wind howled like the cries of ghosts, piercing the ears. Black Nightfork was plummeting downward, letting his body fall toward the earth, awaiting the inevitable end—shattered to pieces upon impact.

Once a ruthless killer with countless sins, no matter how much he tried to cleanse his heart, the crimes he had committed could never be erased.

So… perhaps death was the best atonement.

Just as Black Nightfork thought this, a phrase from Cheng Feng flashed through his mind from not long ago.

“The girl who once saved you, if she’s still alive, surely wouldn’t want to see you slaughter humans, nor would she want to see you die!”

“I…”

Black Nightfork slowly opened his eyes.

“Live!”

He summoned the last ounce of strength within him, stabilizing his rapidly falling body. His feet struck the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust and sand.

Panting heavily, his battered body felt utterly exhausted; indeed, his injuries were far too severe.

He needed to leave this place as soon as possible.

Otherwise, that human would be here soon.

Staggering forward two steps, Black Nightfork suddenly sensed something.

He raised his gaze and saw ahead, emerging seemingly from nowhere, a handsome man cloaked in black robes, wielding a purple-black cursed sword—Hegni.

The man in black fixed his cold gaze on Black Nightfork, whose skull mask was cracked and body riddled with wounds. His voice was slow, indifferent:

“Never thought the once infamous ‘Tyrant’ Black Nightfork of fifteen years ago would fall to such a pitiful state. Truly, it’s lamentable.”

Black Nightfork’s crimson eyes flickered with surprise. “It’s you. How are you here?”

“If possible, I wouldn’t take advantage of your weakness.”

The black-robed man unleashed a surging aura of dark purple energy, whipping up the swirling sand and wind around them as he stepped forward.

“But since you abandoned the Abyssal Order... I have no choice but to punish you, judging you as a traitor in the name of the Divine Lord.”

“In the name of the Divine Lord…”

Black Nightfork’s gaze deepened. “You’re clearly human—why were you chosen to join the Abyssal Order?”

“The dead need not understand so much,” the man said coldly. “Black Nightfork, the moment you quit the Abyssal Order ten years ago, stopped killing, and tried to live a peaceful life, you lost all hope.”

Black Nightfork stared at him. “Is that so? So I was marked so early? Was it Urkia’s doing?”

Urkia—the first Abyssal, the strongest monster known to the world, said to dwell in Jerusalem in the west.

Apart from descending once ten years ago with three other Abyssals, Urkia had not appeared in human sight since.

“That’s right.”

The black-robed man’s voice was emotionless. “Well, that troublesome Chu Xinghe will be here soon. I can’t waste time, lest things drag on unnecessarily.”

Black Nightfork immediately sensed a fierce murderous intent rushing toward him.

The black-robed man raised his cursed sword, his gaze icy cold.

“Now, Tyrant Black Nightfork, your era has ended. It’s time for you to die.”

With that, an overwhelming killing intent spread out.

The stones beneath shattered explosively. The man’s figure flickered forward, swinging his broad cursed sword, tearing through everything along the path, slashing toward Black Nightfork.

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Their contact lasted less than a second. In the blink of an eye, their figures crossed, and the man appeared just behind Black Nightfork.

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

More than ten wounds on Black Nightfork erupted with a bluish liquid, spurting like small fountains of blue blood, staining the earth red.

...

Outside the battlefield, Liu Shiyu had just seen a shadow flying toward where Black Nightfork fell and rushed over.

Cheng Feng followed behind her, though inwardly worried for the shopkeeper’s safety, he maintained a calm exterior.

He asked, “Liu Shiyu, did you discover anything?”

Without turning her head, Liu Shiyu said, “I saw a shadow—probably someone trying to rescue Black Nightfork. We can’t let them succeed.”

Soon, the two arrived at the site of Black Nightfork’s fall.

What they saw shocked them.

Black Nightfork lay in a pool of blood, and not far ahead stood a man clad in black robes, his purple-black cursed sword dripping fresh blood.

Cheng Feng’s eyes widened. Ignoring who the man was, even with Liu Shiyu present, he didn’t hesitate, regardless of the risk of being misunderstood as siding with monsters.

He hurried over and lifted Black Nightfork, checking his wounds.

“Shopkeeper, how are you?” Cheng Feng whispered.

Black Nightfork’s crimson eyes dimmed without a gleam. His skull mask was shattered beyond repair, with only a faint trace of life remaining.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper’s weak voice echoed in Cheng Feng’s mind.

“Customer, were those girls safely sent away?”

Cheng Feng paused, then quietly replied, “They’re safe. But Shopkeeper, you have to hold on—they’re still waiting for you.”

“Customer, I have no time left. There’s something I never told you—this world… it’s not as simple as it appears.”

Cheng Feng was stunned. The shopkeeper’s final words hinted at something extraordinary.

Then he heard the terrifying revelation.

“In two months, the Abyssals will gather again to perform the ‘Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.’ When that happens, the world will be destroyed… This is an unchangeable fact, a future carved into history.

When I first met you, I thought—you are both human and monster. If you join the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, perhaps… history could be altered...”

Black Nightfork’s life force finally extinguished.

Cheng Feng frowned deeply, silently noting the shopkeeper’s words, his heart heavy. He quietly laid down the body.

Liu Shiyu, however, paid little attention to Black Nightfork’s fate. Her focus immediately shifted to the handsome man in black robes wielding the cursed sword.

Upon seeing him, her expression stiffened.

“Crack—crack!”

Her fingers gripped the sword hilt tightly, the sound of knuckles cracking audible. A powerful killing intent surged from within her.

The icy aura caused the temperature in the area to plummet swiftly, as if summer had suddenly turned into the dead of winter.

Frosty chill gleamed in Liu Shiyu’s blue eyes. “It’s you… You’re actually here!”

Liu Mocheng’s body was engulfed in purple-black flames, dispersing the surrounding cold. A sly, sinister smile curved his lips.

“You’ve grown so much, my foolish little sister.”

“Brother Shen!”

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“Hmm!”

Shen Changqing walked along the road. When he met acquaintances, they exchanged greetings or nodded.

But no matter who it was, every face bore no surplus expression, as if indifferent to everything.

Shen Changqing had long grown accustomed to this.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Bureau, an institution maintaining stability in the Great Qin.

Its main duty was to slay demons and monsters, though it had other minor roles as well.

In truth, everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau bore blood on their hands.

Once a person becomes accustomed to life and death, many things lose their significance.

At first, when Shen Changqing arrived in this world, he felt out of place, but over time, he adapted.

The Demon Suppression Bureau was vast.

Those who remained here were either powerful experts or had the potential to become one.

Shen Changqing was the latter.

Within the Bureau, there were two professions: Guardian and Exorcist.

Anyone entering began as a low-level Exorcist, then gradually rose through the ranks, ultimately aspiring to become a Guardian.

Shen Changqing’s former self was an apprentice Exorcist, the lowest level of Exorcist.

With memories from his previous life, he was extremely familiar with the Bureau’s environment.

It didn’t take long before Shen Changqing stopped before a pavilion.

Unlike the rest of the Bureau, steeped in bloodlust, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, exuding a unique tranquility amid the blood-soaked surroundings.

At that moment, the pavilion’s doors were wide open, with occasional people entering and exiting.

After a brief hesitation, Shen Changqing stepped inside.

As he entered, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

A waft of ink fragrance mixed faintly with the scent of blood hit his face, causing his brow to furrow instinctively before quickly relaxing.

The blood scent on each person in the Bureau was almost impossible to wash away.