Scourge Messenger

Chapter 395 Let's End Together

It wasn't just Yu Liuting and Changshengtian who coveted Jubaoge; from powerful forces to small families, everyone could see the enormous potential contained within Jubaoge.

However, not all forces are available to spare the time. For example, the Zoroastrianism of Southern Yue is currently mired in internal strife and cannot spare any manpower. It can only send two Foundation Establishment cultivators to gather information outside. Similarly, the twelve clans of the Dragon Poetry in the Western Desert are still engaged in endless warfare and can only look on with envy at the rise of the Treasure Pavilion.

Not everyone was blind to the truth. When Suolong Zhenren saw items like "Thunder-Cutting Flying Knife" and "Thunder Heart Blood," he felt both relieved that he hadn't rashly stepped into the vortex and a vague sense of unease.

However, before Master Suolong, there was someone who knew about the Master of Jubaoge Pavilion before anyone else.

The City That Never Sleeps, the Imperial Palace of Qi, the Hall of Longevity.

Outside, the sun blazed brightly, and inside the palace, the doors and windows were tightly closed, yet it was not dark. The skylight directly above and more than forty-nine reflecting mirrors softly focused the sunlight onto the spacious dragon throne, as if a celestial waterfall of light had been bestowed upon it by heaven. Even a beggar sitting on it would feel sacred and majestic. This shows how ingenious the craftsmen who built the palace a hundred years ago were, and how much they revered their emperor.

Only by genuinely regarding the other as a deity can one create a shrine that no one dares to look directly at.

But the beauty on the dragon throne did not appreciate this superfluous design. She curled up and slept in a small area where no light shone, with half of her foot dangling outside the dragon throne and her toes slightly curled inward, like a cat curled up in its bed.

"Your Majesty." The palace door was pushed open a crack, and a palace servant with an expressionless face entered and knelt at the bottom of the steps.

"Hmm~"

She stretched and sat up, her sleepy eyes and disheveled hair adding to her relaxed and adorable beauty. She tilted her head and swayed into the beam of light, then immediately let out a disgruntled grumble, her eyes shrinking back as if burned.

"This is today's trading list." A palace attendant handed over the list, then slowly retreated from the hall, closing the doors behind him. Ying Le didn't look at it immediately; instead, he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, seemingly still half asleep.

After a while, she wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, took out a flask of wine from her storage ring, gulped it down, and then spat it onto the dragon throne with a "pfft." She then continued to huddle in the shadows, lazily checking the contents of the list.

"Master's Beginner's Guide... Master's Guide... Foundation Establishment Pill... Wow, a fourth-tier legendary item!" Ying Le said with great interest, "Exchange for ten points of gold attribute, have young people become so arrogant these days? They just want to show off... But if I were in their shoes, I would do the same. If I don't let the world see my fourth-tier legendary item, how will they know to envy me?"

"But who is so vain? It's definitely not my darling niece. Black Wolf is from Zhou, so he's probably a boring old-fashioned guy. Red Serpent is from Liang, so the Jiangnan aristocratic families, who were silenced by Shao Taibai, will only keep quiet and make a fortune... It seems that the only person who would do this is the thief Yellow Dog."

"I really want to see him again." Ying Le lay on the dragon throne, his hands crossed behind his head: "The Treasure Pavilion Master, the leader of the thieves, knew the secrets of the Demon Gathering Land, killed three hundred of my guards, and..."

She touched her cheek, as if recalling the burning pain from many days ago. A smile curved her lips, but her eyes were so cold that even the bright sunlight lost its warmth: "...Still a coward who doesn't know how to cherish women."

Not long after Yan Qing and the others left the Demon Gathering Land, Ying Le learned that he was the Master of the Treasure Pavilion.

It's very simple. After Yan Qing entered the Demon Gathering Land, the Treasure Pavilion Master stopped buying and selling. After Yan Qing killed three hundred guards and left the Demon Gathering Land, the Treasure Pavilion Master immediately updated the goods, including many standard tokens of the Hundred Guards... He never tried to hide it at all, so it would be strange if Ying Le didn't recognize it.

But so what if they recognize him? No one knows his real identity. His only recorded appearance is in the Guiding Lands. At other times, he can hide in the Thieves' House and live a carefree life.

The master of the Treasure Pavilion of the Thieves' House is a perfect match. Not to mention that he seems to have the ability to create clones. With the help of clones, he can destroy secret realms and obtain the karma of natural disasters... The more Ying Le thought about it, the more she felt that Huang Quan was too conservative. If she had these abilities, she would have dared to go to the outer wilderness to run wild and compete with the immortal lords.

Ying Le had no intention of revealing this enormous secret. Unlike treasures, secrets are more precious the fewer people who know them. Discovering and preserving the children's secret made her feel younger, and she also wanted to see how far her little niece and her friends who had formed a bond through mischief could go.

But now it seems she won't see their future. "So eager to reach Foundation Establishment..." Ying Le said softly, "Next case, I'll definitely be the target, right? Giving up the idea of ​​stealing and just thinking of robbing me? I'm really being underestimated."

Although there was no evidence, Ying Le was absolutely certain that she was the target of the Thieves' Family's next case. Her "Heart of the Masses" was not a divine power of fate, and her Dao foundation had no trace of the mysteries of destiny... but some things don't need evidence. If she had to say, this must be destiny.

Destiny, what a noble word. When she was young, Ying Le hated it; when she grew up, she got used to it; and now she can't live without it.

Everything is destiny, Ying Le thought. The rising and setting of the sun and moon is destiny, birth, aging, sickness and death are destiny, people will die is destiny, my killing is destiny, and my brother being killed by my niece is destiny.

Ultimately, I will have to fight my only remaining family member; it is my destiny.

She took out a cigarette from the Demon Gathering Land from her storage ring, lit the list paper, and then lit the cigarette with the paper flame. She lay half-reclined on the dragon throne, slowly puffing out smoke. Watching the wispy smoke in the pillar of light, Ying Le suddenly became irritated and stubbed out the cigarette with her finger.

"Why is it so quiet?"

She walked barefoot on the marble floor tiles in the empty, dimly lit hall, like a child abandoned by all living beings.

"Shouldn't you be loudly mocking me right now?"

"Don't you guys really enjoy suddenly lighting a brazier and laughing loudly in the flames with a sour face?"

"Or perhaps they crawl like worms on pillars, with hundreds of mouths emitting loud and shrill laughter?"

"Won't the wood grain on the roof twist into your disgusting smiles, making people want to punch a hole through it?"

"Come out! Why aren't you all coming out?! Father, Mother, eldest uncle, third uncle, cousin, cousin... Yuan Shizhou, Yang Feng, Chen Yuan, Gao Long... Didn't you all have a lot to say to me? Come on, why aren't you saying anything? Why aren't you showing up?"

"Are you pitying me?!" Ying Le suddenly roared in fury. "I am the youngest Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Central Plains! I am the one who killed you! I am... Ying Le!"

Ying Le suddenly turned her head. In the dark corner, there were shadowy figures moving about as if many people were gathering.

"You've finally arrived... Huh?" Ying Le was taken aback, her crazed face froze, and her eyes revealed disbelief: "Even you've come? No wonder I've been sleeping so well lately, it turns out... it's the ancestors' blessing."

"When I was a child, I really admired you... Shenwu Yinghuan."

After an unknown amount of time, the peerless beauty returned to her dragon throne. Her face showed neither sorrow nor joy, and even with her disheveled hair and thin robes, it did not diminish her imperial majesty as the ruler of the world.

Her eyes were pure blood red, with vertical pupils that were golden, making her look like a demon or a god, but not a Buddha.

“This is the story I started,” she said, her hands clasped on her lap, her posture dignified and her voice gentle. Her face appeared sacred and compassionate in the beam of light. “Let us end it together.”

(End of this chapter)