Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Shen Ye felt a sudden palpitation.

Right, if the Master of Weeping Demon Prison had followed them here—

He immediately looked up and around.

The air above everyone's heads was empty.

Only above Xiao Mengyu's head did the term "Sword Saint" appear.

This eased Shen Ye's mind.

After all—

If that guy were here, perhaps he could see the long title above its head, "Destroyer of the Great Thousand Worlds, Master of Weeping Demon Prison, Cursed Spirit King, the Star that Commands All Souls to Fall."

"Right, so many people died in the examination site, how will that be accounted for?" he asked quietly.

"I heard it's blamed on that catastrophe." Xiao Mengyu said.

"But that catastrophe was originally my classmate, lured and killed by a Clan Young Master, and then possessed." Shen Ye said.

"Do you think someone will step forward to take responsibility?" Xiao Mengyu said calmly.

"...Even just coming out to bow would be good, then I would know whom to kill!" Shen Ye sighed.

No, wait!

A thought flew in from the distant void and struck him, causing his heart to beat violently.

That old man—

Although Shen Ye had created the conditions for him to kill the Undead Assassin Freg in one fell swoop, the old man's strength was not to be underestimated.

Who is he?

With such power, he was sent into the examination site as a "Guide" and ultimately tried to kill Shen Ye personally.

Such a character couldn't possibly be as nameless as those assassins who deliberately concealed their identities.

Shen Ye's gaze grew intense.

Yes.

Thinking this way... there was absolutely no issue.

It was worth investigating.

"I have something to tell you..."

Shen Ye lowered his voice and recounted the situation and the old man's appearance.

"So he escaped from the examination site." Xiao Mengyu said in realization.

"Who is he?" Shen Ye immediately asked.

"The Great Upholder of Zhong Li Family, known as Sun Baihe with the Dragon and Tiger Cannon Fist. His death was extremely bizarre, his spirit vanished, and he was deemed a victim of the Catastrophe." Xiao Mengyu quickly explained.

Suddenly a shout came:

"You two, with such a heavy aura of killing, what's going on?"

Looking up, they saw Officer Wu staring at them from a distance.

Shen Ye and Xiao Mengyu hurriedly dissipated their killing intent, straightened their mental state, and continued embracing the column.

But this time—

the two were no longer so perplexed.

Zhong Li Family!

Among those Clan Young Masters, one was from the Zhong Li Family!

The enemy had left behind clues.

Just follow the clues, and they would naturally find the person behind it all.

"There's one more thing." Xiao Mengyu said.

"What is it?"

"Do you remember? I was investigating The Skinner and found out he used to be a high-ranking official of the Archaeological Association. He retired after causing an accident during an operation."

"You did mention that, and you said you couldn't continue the investigation due to a lack of access."

"You try it." Xiao Mengyu suggested.

"I looked into it." Shen Ye recounted the events of the previous night.

"That's great," Xiao Mengyu said with a trace of envy, "a Disciple of Chaotic Heaven Sect has higher clearance than most Noble Families, so I couldn't find out more."

The two of them were preoccupied with the Zhong Li Family affair and did not carry on the conversation.

Time slowly passed.

Finally.

"Alright, everyone put the columns down, rest for ten minutes, then we'll continue." Officer Wu's voice rang out again.

The crowd let out various regretful sighs, reluctantly putting the columns down on the ground.

But the class was over.

The content on the columns would be refreshed for the next class.

The rest could not be heard.

—Just now, the columns had been emitting a burst of intense arguing and crying; if one listened carefully, one could discover it was the love and hatred between several male and female craftsmen.

It just so happened that a female craftsman had successfully caught her cheating partner and was publicly accusing the male craftsman of violence and immorality.

Who wouldn't want to listen to this?

The girls were even blushing with excitement, their eyes sparkling.

"Shen Ye, someone is looking for you; you'd better go see them." Officer Wu called out again.

"Looking for me? Here?" Shen Ye asked, surprised.

"Yes, someone from elsewhere in the Dharma Realm, carrying military orders, specifically asking for you."

"Where?"

"At your residence."

"Okay."

Shen Ye left the training field and returned to his place of residence.

When he opened the door,

he saw a dainty and lovely little girl dressed in ancient costume, sitting in the hall, sipping tea slowly.

Her eyes were full of sadness and confusion.

Let time rewind a bit.

Song Family.

In a small pavilion,

a girl sat in a wheelchair, flipping through a book.

Footsteps sounded.

Two maids approached the pavilion and respectfully said, "The head of the household asks the second young mistress to come to the study."

"Understood." the girl replied.

She put down the ancient book, let the maids push the wheelchair through the courtyard, down a long corridor, out of the garden, and arrived at an antique tower.

The tower's door was open, but draped with an elegant curtain embroidered with a phoenix soaring in the skies.

"Father, I'm here," said the girl.

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"Come in," a commanding and dignified male voice emanated from the doorway.

The curtain was pulled aside.

The young girl was pushed into the study while the maid gave a slight curtsey and then withdrew.

"Eh, Father, why today—"

The girl was surprised to find that all of her father's aides were present.

Her sister was there, too.

"Greetings to Father, greetings to Sister."

The girl bowed in greeting, but suddenly began to cough.

She coughed so violently that she bent over and couldn't straighten up for a long time.

Not until she took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth.

The handkerchief was soaked with blood.

The people around seemed to be well accustomed to this scene, ignoring it, not even bothering to utter a word of concern.

However, the atmosphere couldn't be allowed to turn this cold.

"Sister, ah, my poor sister," Song Qingyun said, furrowing her brows with immense pity, and stepped forward to help the girl up.

Both sisters of extraordinary beauty.

One the center of attention, the other unnoticed and unknown.

"Thank you, Sister."

"What need is there for courtesy between sisters? Ah, and reminds me, I last visited the Shangguan Family and sought an old ginseng, which might aid my sister's health. I shall ask Aunt Wu to prepare it and bring it over."

Song Qingyun's tone shifted:

"Right, there's a truly auspicious matter awaiting my sister today."

"What auspicious matter?" Song Yinchen asked.

Song Qingyun turned her head toward the middle-aged man seated at the head of the room.

The aides all bowed their heads.

Once more, the study was engulfed in deathly silence.

After two breaths.

"Father?" Song Yinchen asked, puzzled.

"Yinchen," the middle-aged man finally spoke, "your sister has encountered a small issue. Although it's not serious, I believe it's essential to erase such blemishes for her."

Song Yinchen's complexion paled, and she blurted anxiously, "What happened to Sister? Is it serious?"

An old man with buck teeth and sunglasses spoke up:

"Miss, don't worry. Your sister has no other issues, just some complications."

"Complications?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Those Clan Young Masters have been careless in their actions leading to an incident that has had quite a severe impact, putting a dent in your sister's reputation."

"What should we do? You called me here—is it that I can help Sister?" asked Song Yinchen.

"Yes," said the old man.

The study fell silent.

No one else spoke.

Until—

"This person is very useful," Father began.

"Your sister has inadvertently caused some trouble, but a bad situation can be turned to our advantage. The family on the other side has agreed, and we also think it's a fine opportunity," he continued.

A fine opportunity.

Song Yinchen's gaze became a bit unfocused.

"Occasionally, individuals are granted qualifications by Ancient Sects, but that most unique and potent of sects has lain dormant for a thousand years with no new True Disciples appearing."

"Your sister made some inappropriate remarks in a private setting and now to settle the matter and also to gain new opportunities for our family," he added.

"This is a good thing."

A good thing.

Both a fine opportunity and a good thing.

If Father says so, it's as good as settled.

"What exactly is it?"

Song Yinchen asked.

Father gestured with his eyes to the old man beside him.

The old man took out his smartphone to show Song Yinchen a video.

—It was exactly the video of Song Qingyun discussing Shen Ye.

After the video ended, the old man said:

"We have a matter at hand."

"To have the Second Miss admit that it was actually she, not the Eldest Miss, that day."

"By doing so, it wouldn't be easy for everyone to blame the Second Miss."

"After all, the Second Miss is just a Normal person without the means to plan such an event, nor the power to mobilize those Clan Young Masters, so our Song Family has been misunderstood in this affair."

"Makes sense," Father nodded.

Everyone agreed.

Sister revealed a flawless smile and stayed silent.

Song Yinchen was still bowing her head, using a handkerchief to cover her nose and mouth, so that the blood wouldn't spill out.

As expected.

It had always been like this.

—That would be quite a dampener on the spirit.

In fact, she could die.

By dying, she would be free from everything related to the Song Family.

But he wouldn't allow her to die.

...There was no choice left, what should she do now?

"This matter will be a bit of an imposition on Yinchen, but it won't really hurt her, so let's settle it this way," said Father.

His voice, coming from afar, felt like the murmuring in a dream.

But the following statement snapped her out of the dreamlike trance.

"Sister, during the three-schools joint orientation party, I will take you with me," said Song Qingyun.

Her voice was pleasant to the ears and carried a trust-inducing magic.

Behind her, endless starry illusions emerged, spreading across the ceiling.

"The God Scroll is about to be completed—"

"The efforts of the Divine Spirits over hundreds of years will soon be fully realized in my hands, and I cannot be distracted by such trivial matters."

"It's tomorrow night, you just apologize to Shen Ye, and it will all be behind us."

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