The Law of Heaven

Chapter 132 Yu Xia's Great Adventure
The café was empty. Ryuji Mori saw the burning corpse next to the door, and a pungent, acrid smell filled the air—clearly the smell of a Dead Apostle.

He pushed open the door but didn't see a single person. Looking around, he only saw two empty cappuccinos on the counter, with only a little bit left, seemingly still warm, and used napkins next to them.

"There was someone here just now..."

Ryuji Mori didn't understand what it meant. In fact, when he saw that text message, he knew that his days were numbered.

If that monster is still alive, killing him would be a very simple matter.

It's no use no matter where he hides.

After all, he had only advanced to a higher rank.

Facing a powerhouse above the Grandmaster level, they have no chance of winning.

But since the monster didn't come over and snap his neck, but instead sent him a text message, it means he still has a chance and it's not necessarily a dead end.

"She doesn't plan to see me?"

Mori Ryuji asked suspiciously, "Then what do you need me for?"

At that very moment, he faintly smelled a strong, pungent odor of blood, so intense it seemed to burn, overpowering the acrid smell of burning corpses.

Mori Ryuji suddenly became alert, walked around the counter and looked at the cabinet on the wall. In a semi-sealed glass container, he saw a bloody, iron-gray dragon scale.

That iron-gray dragon scale looked strangely familiar.

A few months ago, Mori Ryuji had seen it on that monster's hands; it was so horrifying!

"Heavenly principles and flesh and blood!"

Ryuji Mori murmured in a daze.

His eyes flickered for a moment, then he hurriedly took the glass vessel containing the flesh and blood of Heavenly Principle and stuffed it into his briefcase, his body trembling slightly.

It was as if this were some kind of time bomb.

Suddenly, Mori Ryuji noticed a dark shadow flash past the window and quickly went over to take a look.

Outside the window was a downhill passageway, where someone was carrying a suitcase and descending the steps step by step. The wind blew the black suit jacket, and the hem fluttered in the wind like a battle flag.

It was as if they were greeting each other.

The man raised his right hand and waved.

The moment the cuff slipped down, the fine, iron-gray dragon scales were exposed, rising and falling as if they were breathing, creating a shocking impact.

Like the claws of an ancient dragon, it is ferocious and terrifying, yet it also possesses a bewitching and solemn beauty, making it extremely aesthetically pleasing.

Ryuji Mori instinctively held his breath.

Bloodstains were faintly visible on the man's wrist.

Those are the marks left after the dragon scales were removed!

There was a boom.

The Bentley that Mori Ryuji drove over was crushed by a brute force, twisted and collapsed like a soda can that had been trampled on, with fragmented mechanical parts flying out.

A car worth over four million RMB was totaled just like that.

Ryuji Mori felt a chill run through his body, but he didn't feel any heartache. Fortunately, it was his car that was totaled, not him.

"This is a warning to me..."

Ryuji Mori clutched his briefcase tightly. The moment he saw Tenri's flesh and blood, he vaguely understood something, his heart sank to the bottom, and he was filled with dread.

"That monster is still alive and wants me to do things for her. She gave me Heavenly Principle Flesh and Blood, which clearly means she wants me to help create the Spirit Pivot. Wait, does she already know that we are preparing to resurrect Heavenly Calamity? How did she know? Is she really back this time for revenge?"

The air blowing from the air conditioner seemed to turn chilly, and he felt as if he could hear the devil laughing coldly in the darkness.

They mocked his ignorance and foolishness.

When they came to their senses, the street was deserted, with only the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoing.

It resonated deep within his soul.

Ryuji Mori was silent for a second.

He took out his phone and sent a text message.

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As Aihara turned the corner, his right hand throbbed with pain and emitted a faint popping sound, as if he were being shattered into pieces.

The fine dragon scales shrank back into the flesh inch by inch, the almost burning blood in the veins gradually cooled down, the deformed bones miraculously recovered to their original state amidst the sound of shattering, and the mythical biological cells flowing within the body vanished without a trace.

"Hey, it hurts."

He said in his mind.

"You'll get used to it. With my current strength, this is the best I can do to merge with you. If we really have to fight, I'll choose to merge with your brain."

Little Dragon Girl hummed in his mind, "It will hurt even more then, you must learn to endure it! What is this little pain to a real man? Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid..."

"You're singing off-key."

Aihara said irritably.

"hehe."

Little Dragon Girl pouted unconvinced: "Why didn't you let me teach him a lesson just now? I originally wanted to beat him up and then force him to prepare the spirit scepter for me."

Aihara Yuu said softly, "You really have no brains. Don't forget you're not the same Tenri you used to be. Even if I don't merge with you, I can still deal with this guy, but it won't be enough to instill fear in him, understand?"
The best weapon against this kind of person is fear. If you don't act, maintaining the old sense of oppression, you're just a resurrected ghost to him. In his mind, you should have died long ago. But you survived. What does that mean? It means you've evolved.

For him, this is both a crisis and an opportunity. Even if he steels himself and risks being killed by you to expose this, what good will it do him? What benefit will it bring him? People will only be curious about where he got his information; he'll gain nothing, won't he?

There is another crucial point here.

Xiao Qi is special.

According to the characteristics of those destined by Heaven, the Heavenly Principles that sign contracts lack personality and are left only with beast-like instincts.

Xiao Qi, however, retained all her memories and emotions from her time as a human, as well as the ability to think independently.

To this day, neither Aihara nor Ruanqi has figured out what's going on, but it doesn't matter anymore.

There will be opportunities to figure it out in the future.

Therefore, even if the news that Xiao Qi is still alive is exposed, it has nothing to do with the Chosen One.

Most people wouldn't believe it.

Even if they believed it, they wouldn't associate it with the Chosen One.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Aihara.

"So that's how it is. As long as I maintain this mysterious and oppressive aura, I can keep putting psychological pressure on him. He doesn't dare to gamble on whether I'll kill him, so he has no choice but to work for me."

Little Dragon Girl suddenly realized.

"Yes, it's not a difficult thing for him. Becoming someone under you is what truly gives him a bright future, isn't it?"

Aihara patiently explained: "Sometimes, fear is like a thin sheet of paper. When you see Sadako crawling out of the well, you're afraid. Because you don't know what she is, you know you can't beat her, but actually she doesn't even need to hit you, and you've already stopped fighting back."

However, if you quantify Sadako's fighting abilities and clearly tell you her various combat stats, even if you know you can't beat her, you won't be terrified.

Little Dragon Girl suddenly realized: "What people fear most is actually what they cannot understand."

“Rulong is teachable.”

Aihara walked all the way to the downhill crossroads.

Jiang Youqing stood at the traffic light, carrying her guitar case, and asked expressionlessly, "Is it all taken care of?"

Aihara hummed in agreement: "The mole has been arranged. Now let me tell you about it..." Ding-dong.

His phone vibrated; a text message had arrived.

Aihara took out his phone, looked at it, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Here."

He handed over his phone: "The intelligence has arrived."

Jiang Youqing glanced at the text message displayed on her phone, her eyes turning cold: "Does the Bliss Society want to use the Dead Apostles to feed the Heavenly Calamity? The Gospel and Blessing are indeed plotting this, because after the Heavenly Principle Agreement was changed, they want to create even bigger loopholes in the rules."

Aihara raised an eyebrow and asked, "I don't understand, what is their purpose in doing this?"

Jiang Youqing pondered for a moment: "If I'm not mistaken, the Bliss Society must have found some kind of ancient contract. It's something similar to a blood contract, but the contents of the contract were already drafted in ancient times."

As long as you act in accordance with the ancient contract, you will naturally receive the corresponding rewards. As for who issued the ancient contract, you should be able to guess.

Aihara narrowed his eyes, thinking of that supreme being who seemed to be above all living beings, and raised an eyebrow.

"The mole you found said he can fulfill your request during the ritual to awaken the Heavenly Calamity."

Jiang Youqing asked suspiciously, "What do you need him for?"

Aihara smiled and said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Sirens wailed from all directions, and explosions echoed from office buildings across the street, shattering windows like a torrential downpour.

Yunxiu's voice came through the headphones.

"The dead within a three-kilometer radius have been cleared, and we are now pinpointing the exact location on the opposite side."

As a combatant, Yunxiu, a seasoned hunter, naturally has specialized equipment to locate the Dead Apostles, including using the same method to find fluctuations on the opposite side.

In ancient times, people often used feng shui and geomancy to determine and find dead people, or those hiding in the opposite side of reality.

In the technologically advanced modern world, hunters have found it much simpler and more efficient to search for Dead Apostles and Outsiders.

“Aberrant fluctuations detected.”

Shang Yan's voice came through the earpiece: "Coordinates on the opposite side have been locked. Confirmed: Baili Plaza, Nanjin Road!"

“So that’s where it is.”

Jiang Youqing is also a native of the area. She had heard of the Baili Plaza near the Nanjin Road subway station, but that place had been abandoned for more than 20 years.

"Let's go."

Aihara was glad he chose to join the team; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to handle these professional operations.

It was at this moment that his senses suddenly caught a fleeting glimpse of a silhouette at the street corner.

Deja vu.

It was a figure that looked exactly like Yu Xia, flashing past the subway entrance across the street, with a fluffy little fox following at its feet, as if it were an illusion.

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Belle Plaza, second basement level.

With a bang, the long-abandoned wall was smashed open by a punch, dust fell in a flurry, and smoke billowed out.

"It turns out that the methods I remembered were really reliable. To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains. Each winding mountain is a barrier."

Someone murmured, "Just by closing your eyes and wandering around blindly, you can actually find this place."

The necromancer, who was squatting on the ground devouring a male corpse, raised his head. His blood-red eyes reflected a slender and graceful figure. He subconsciously licked his blood-stained lips and revealed an exaggerated smile.

"gross."

Yu Xia leaned forward with disdain, raised a fair and delicate leg, and kicked the dead disciple in the head with a side kick.

Bang.

The deadbeat's head exploded like a balloon being kicked, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

Not a single drop of filth fell on the girl's legs; it was as if an invisible wave of air had blasted away all the filth, and even the air itself rippled slightly.

This requires subtle control of power, which is impossible to achieve without decades of martial arts training.

Yu Xia bent down, and a phantom tail suddenly appeared behind her. The downy hair at the tip of the tail fell in front of the corpse, and countless fine blood vessels appeared.

A steady stream of mutated spiritual energy flowed into her body, and the little fox at her feet let out a satisfied hum.

"That's far too few. How long will it take to kill them all?"

Yu Xia waved her hand dismissively to dispel the stench in front of her and continued walking through the abandoned basement. She saw many dead men crouching beside the load-bearing pillars, devouring the corpses like wild beasts.

The dead followers were all stunned.

He looked up at the beautiful young woman.

They seemed to be captivated by her beauty.

His expression revealed longing.

Disgusting.

No wonder the Dead Apostles were called ghouls in ancient times.

Yu Xia darted out like a blur, her sharp kicks drawing dazzling arcs in the air, and the Death Apostles were kicked in the head without any power to resist.

Pure physical skills.

It has no ability whatsoever.

It's purely a numerical crushing victory.

Before Yu Xia even landed in the air, the illusory tail behind her exploded like fireworks, and countless strands of blood fell onto the Dead Apostles, absorbing their mutated spiritual essence.

The whole process was incredibly fast.

After Yu Xia finished absorbing the mutated spiritual essence of the Dead Apostles, she reached out and picked up the nine-tailed fox, who had eaten and drunk her fill, and walked happily to the stairwell before turning around.

She then took a talisman out of her pocket.

Blow gently.

The scorching breath swept past like a raging wind, instantly turning the bodies of the Dead Apostles to ashes and vanishing without a trace.

"There are quite a few undead here, and some of them seem to have the aura of immortal beings. I need to be careful..."

After doing all this, Yu Xia turned around and went upstairs, crossed the abandoned parking lot, and went up to the lobby on the first floor.

The desolate hall was overgrown with weeds, and sunlight streamed down from the broken dome, with dust motes dancing in the light.

Yu Xia suddenly smelled a strange scent, which gradually disappeared into the shadows like a reflection in water. After about thirty seconds, she heard footsteps.

It was a strange sound of footsteps.

It sounds like a human.

But it also resembles a wild beast.

"Mr. Ruan."

Someone said hoarsely, "It's been more than ten years since I last saw you. When I saw you again, I never expected you to be..."

"Hehe, isn't this posture beautiful?"

Ruan Xiangtian's voice was still refined and gentle, but it had a monstrous hoarseness: "I think I look much more beautiful now than before."

(End of this chapter)