Decaying World

Chapter 225 225 Exposure 1
Moon Tower.

Above the vast white sea of ​​fog, one by one, the pure white moon towers suddenly lit up with a faint silver light.

The tops of all the moon towers shone with a clear silver light, like light bulbs.

On the highest moon tower in the Heaven of Extreme Desire, whose top is shaped like a mushroom umbrella.

Inside the hall, long, thin figures kept appearing in mid-air.

"Who's in trouble!?"

"Whose warning is this!?"

"We're all here! It should be over at the Tai Su Yuan Pan!"

All eight figures appeared, confirming that everyone was present, and the elders of the Extreme Desire Heaven breathed a sigh of relief.

"How many years has it been? How many years has it been since an elder has fallen? Why does it have to happen now!"

"Apart from the Hongyin Empire, no one has such strength. Let's fight! If you can kill one elder today, you can kill all of us tomorrow! We must take revenge!"

"I agree! But to find out exactly what happened, let's contact Taisu Yuanpan."

"quiet."

Among the many voices, a cold male voice overwhelmed the other seven, instantly calming the situation down.

All the elders looked toward the figure floating at the highest point.

This is none other than Ning Qianzhi, the first elder of the Extreme Desire Heaven and the eldest son of the Mistman.

"I've already contacted the Tai Su Yuan Pan. Their reply is that the one who fell was the eighth elder, Han Sanmian," Ning Qianzhi replied coldly.

Han Sanmian.
The crowd fell silent for a moment. Although the Elder Blood Ancestor was an incredibly powerful and glamorous figure on the outside, they still had their own hierarchy and levels of strength within the organization.

Han Sanmian was a civilian official among the elders, not a combat officer. He was also a Blood Ancestor sent by the Federation, not a local. It should be noted that not all Blood Ancestors in the Tai Su Yuan Plate were sent out; some were local.

Everyone probably has a rough estimate of Han Sanmian's strength; he's roughly in the third tier among the Blood Ancestors.

The Blood Ancestors are divided into three tiers. The first tier consists of eldest sons of the Mist People, like Ning Qianzhi. The first child born to a Mist Person inherits the most power and talent. Furthermore, based on kinship, they receive the greatest support, resources, and power.

Over the course of nearly ten thousand years, the strength of a Blood Ancestor like Ning Qianzhi would inevitably become incredibly terrifying.

“They can’t identify the culprit either, but because Elder Han Sanmian fell so quickly—from leaving the Moon Tower to his final demise, it took less than half an hour—we can infer that someone with such power must have been a marshal of the Hongyin Empire,” Ning Qianzhi said.

"Can you pinpoint the location of the force fluctuation reaction? It should still be within the monitoring range after such a short time," an elder said.

"There was no other way. Before Elder Han left, he had his subordinates temporarily disable the surveillance cameras," Ning Qianzhi replied.

These words immediately silenced everyone.

“Since Hongyin has resorted to such ruthless tactics, I will now request a battle order from my mother,” Ning Qianzhi said coldly.

"Could this be what Hongyin is after?" an elder suddenly whispered.

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The others remained silent.

It was as if my righteous indignation just now was an illusion.

"Foolish!" Ning Qianzhi's voice held a hint of anger. "Those willing to fight, follow me in half a minute! To meet Hongyin head-on!"

After saying this, he ignored everyone's reactions and vanished.

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Foggy area.

puff.

In mid-air, a riddled corpse crashed heavily onto the sand and sank into it.

In the sky, the swirling mist slowly dissipated.

The terrifying sense of oppression, as if it were a matter of fate, dissipated at that moment.

Lin Hui landed slowly from mid-air, lightly touching the ground with his toes.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, he walked forward, bent down and gently picked up a small, colorful crystal.

But the next moment, the crystal shattered with a crack, turning into countless colorful dust particles that vanished into nothingness.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Lin Hui's eyes.

The typhoon is powerful, but too powerful. Once it is dealt with, there will be no possibility of mitigation.

Its domineering power can disintegrate everything, instantly restoring all things to their original form.

popping.

Behind him, two more soft sounds came to a stop.

Yunxiazi and Han Xiaoyue returned together and approached.

Yunxia swallowed hard, looking at Han Sanmian's corpse on the ground, and then at Lin Hui's back.

Although she had long suspected that Lin Hui's true strength was absolutely terrifying, she never expected that even an elder who was the Blood Ancestor could die at Lin Hui's hands.
Even if he wasn't a Blood Ancestor in the combat sequence, he was still a Blood Ancestor!
For at least several hundred years, during the hundreds of years since Tu Yue rose to power, there has never been a case of the Blood Ancestor falling!
And now, such a legend is unfolding before his very eyes. He witnessed the entire process, and even participated a little himself.
"Dao Master." Yunxiazi wanted to ask something, but found her voice inexplicably hoarse.

"What should we do now?" she continued. "The fall of the Blood Ancestor is a major event for any city, and it will definitely be followed by a large-scale manhunt and wanted notices. But considering the special circumstances, I guess the Moon Tower is very likely to pin this on the Hongyin Empire." "Is that so? Then I'm still pretty lucky?" Lin Hui turned around, and the Qingyuan Dharma Body on his body slowly dissipated, and the three golden characters floating behind him also disappeared automatically.

"But no matter what, the Moon Tower will definitely make a big fuss about this. They might even use some special treasures and relics that were once kept in their treasury to investigate and locate the source. Dao Lord, you must be careful!" Yunxiazi said in a deep voice.

She thought she had hidden enough of her true strength, but now it seems the Dao Lord is truly formidable. He has hidden more than even the deep-sea monsters at the bottom of the Jade Sea.

"It's alright, there are only the three of us here, I trust you," Lin Hui said with a smile. His gaze, however, fell on Han Xiaoyue.

Han Xiaoyue paused for a moment, about to speak.

Suddenly she was slightly stunned and realized that after her transformation, her clothes had been reduced to shreds, and she was now completely naked.

"Let's find a place to rest and make some changes first," she suggested.

"Okay." Lin Hui nodded.

Han Xiaoyue's eyes were complicated. She hadn't expected that she had just randomly chosen a hypothetical partner to deal with the troublesome false identity.

She thought she was well hidden, but it turned out another person was even more hidden than the Jade Sea Trench she had ever seen.
The impermanence of life is perhaps best described in this very moment.
At this moment, Han Xiaoyue noticed Lin Hui's gaze fixed on her. A sudden thought struck her.

"You saw it, didn't you?" she said softly.

"What?" Lin Hui raised an eyebrow.

“My true form,” Han Xiaoyue said. “Are you afraid?”

"Do you think I should be afraid?" Lin Hui retorted.

Han Xiaoyue remained silent. Indeed, if anyone should be afraid, it shouldn't be him who was afraid of such a terrifying guy who could kill a Blood Ancestor so quickly.
"Alright, alright, we'd better leave first. Or how about the three of us find a place to have the baby together? I know a really nice place..."

puff!
Yunxiazi's head was tightly wrapped by a thick black tentacle, instantly rendering her speechless.

Tentacles extended from behind Han Xiaoyue, their surfaces covered with small suckers, faintly emitting a subtle black aura in mid-air.

"If you can't speak, you don't have to," Han Xiaoyue said with a gentle smile.

Lin Hui shook his head and turned to head towards the Lin family's convoy.

"Let's go."

"Now that it's over, I'm going back," Han Xiaoyue said softly. "I came here thinking you might need help."

"Thank you," Lin Hui replied, turning to look at the other person. "I'll remember this favor. If you ever need anything in the future, you can come find me here."

With a flick of his wrist, a white stone shard spun out and was caught precisely by Han Xiaoyue.

Han looked down and saw that the stone was about the size of a palm, with an extremely abstract and rough sketch drawn on it.

This appears to be a map?
A few question marks flashed across her mind. She wanted to ask something, but when she looked up, Lin Hui and Yun Xiazi were already gone.

She retracted her tentacles, sighed softly, and turned to look at Han Sanmian's corpse on the ground.

laugh!
Several thick tentacles shot out from under him, wrapped around Han Sanmian, and then suddenly retracted.

The next moment, Han Xiaoyue's figure also disappeared into the mist.

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The Lin family's convoy slowly made its way through the fog.

After Lin Hui took over the battle and eliminated all pursuers, they immediately headed deeper into the fog zone, following the previous plan.

Apart from the occasional low growls of the livestock and the sound of footsteps, almost no human voices could be heard in the convoy.

Everyone was still replaying what had just happened in their minds.

Everyone in the Lin family and the Qingfeng Dao were in a state of utter confusion, with countless questions and doubts remaining unanswered.

Especially the Lin family, including Lin Shunhe.

Inside a large carriage at the front middle of the procession.

Lin Shunhe sat cross-legged, silent.

Opposite him was his wife, Yao Shan, who was bowing her head and muttering to herself, seemingly praying for her son's safe return.

Liu Shenglan sat diagonally opposite Yao Shan, holding Lin Xiaoliu in his arms.

Opposite her, next to Lin Shunhe, was Liu Xiao, who had just come in and sat down.

Five people in one horse-drawn carriage.

"Alright, alright, stop chanting your lousy scriptures!" All I could hear was the static of Yao Shan chanting scriptures.

"You saw how impressive your son was, sending that palace master flying with a single sword strike! And now there's not a sound from him," Lin Shunhe said speechlessly.

"I just wanted to pray for blessings. Is praying for blessings wrong?" Yao Shan retorted. "I'm not asking you to become religious. What's wrong with me praying for my son? What business is it of yours?" Yao Shan's voice also rose.

"Alright, alright, sister is just thinking of Ahui. Even if Ahui is hiding his strength so well and is so powerful, he might still encounter some setbacks. Praying for him is also hoping that everything will go smoothly for him. This is a good thing," Liu Shenglan said, trying to smooth things over.

“Sigh, I know, but what’s the use of chanting sutras? Look at your son, practicing martial arts, he’s wasting so much time on it, and he can’t even…” Lin Shunhe habitually stopped there, then paused.

He really wanted to find a way to complain about his son so that his wife would shut up, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything wrong with Lin Hui.

It's true that martial arts training takes up a lot of time, but it also saved everyone present just now by turning the tide.

(End of this chapter)