I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Fu Wanqing stood in the corridor and turned to look at him.

A night breeze blew in from the end of the corridor, causing her long pink hair to flutter gently.

She stood under the wall lamp, the light falling on her.

It bathed her silhouette in a warm yellow light.

She wasn't angry; she just smiled and hummed.

Then she waved to him.

"Okay, okay, I'll bring the soup tomorrow morning."

Goodnight, Gu Yan.

Gu Yan closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long breath.

He heard her footsteps fading away in the corridor.

He walked to the table, picked up his water glass again, and took a big gulp.

He needs to continue investigating Fu Wanqing's matter.

Who are her adoptive parents? Why does her healing ability have side effects?

We need to find out what she went through in the past.

He didn't dare take her to South Africa.

Before I go to the martial arts exam center to see Shen Youyao in a few days.

I need to check if that diary is still in the drawer.

The corridor lights in an old apartment building in the eastern suburbs of Shanglu flickered on and off.

Most of the plaster had peeled off, revealing the gray cement underneath.

Lin Yan leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily.

His chest heaved violently, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

Several strands of his hair had become noticeably grayish-white.

It doesn't match his face at all, which is not even thirty years old.

But he couldn't care less about that now; he only had one thought in his mind.

He is still alive.

The gun barrel of the law enforcement department, the offerings of the Chen family, and the knife Gu Yan held to his chest.

And that terrifying, blood-red giant.

All these images flashed repeatedly in his mind.

Each flashback caused a layer of cold sweat to seep out from his back again.

He pinched his trembling fingers hard and leaned his back against the wall.

As long as you're alive, as long as you haven't been captured, there's still a chance to turn things around.

A figure completely shrouded in black robes stood before him.

The black robe still bore the tear inflicted by Shen Youwei's sword energy.

A corner of the cloak was missing from the hem.

The man reached out and removed the silver mask from his face.

He had a typical Western face with deep-set features and high cheekbones.

His skin was so pale it was bloodless.

He bent over abruptly as soon as he took off his mask.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the moldy wooden floor of the apartment.

His body swayed twice, and he barely managed to stand by supporting himself against the wall with one hand.

Lin Yan was startled and quickly grabbed a water glass from the table, poured a glass of warm water, and ran over.

He spoke in fluent English, his voice filled with barely suppressed fear and a desire to please.

"Sir, are you alright? Please sit down and rest."

The man didn't take the water glass, but instead raised his dark brown eyes and stared at Lin Yan.

He grabbed Lin Yan by the throat, his fingers tightening like iron clamps.

His voice was hoarse and low because he had just vomited blood.

With an undisguised anger.

"You piece of trash."

"Who was it that swore back then that as long as I gave you the artifact of calamity?"

"You will definitely be able to bring Cecilia back to the family."

"The family has spent so many resources to raise you, even lending you the Lamp Demon."

"Is this how you repay your family? Losing to a little girl?"

Lin Yan was being choked until she couldn't breathe.

They grabbed each other's wrists with both hands and struggled desperately.

His face turned purple, and his eyes bulged out due to lack of oxygen.

But deep within that suffocating feeling, a thought popped into his head.

Didn't you yourself get slashed by that little girl and cough up blood?

How dare you call me trash?

You looked so imposing when you went in wearing a mask, but you came out vomiting blood all over the place.

Now he's getting angry at me again.

His fingernails left several white scratches on the man's wrist.

A hoarse explanation was squeezed out of his throat.

"My lord, please give me another chance, I beg you."

"It's not my fault, it's the girl next to Gu Yan. She's not human, she's a monster."

"As you can see, her power is far beyond what an A-rank can withstand."

"You should go and stop them yourself."

He didn't finish what he was saying.

Because the fingers gripping his throat tightened even more.

The Western man stared at Lin Yan for several seconds.

I saw the fear in his eyes and the resentment he dared not voice.

He let go.

Lin Yan fell to the ground and coughed violently.

Five clearly visible purplish-red finger marks were left on his neck.

The man looked down at Lin Yan, who was curled up on the ground.

The voice returned to its cold and calm state.

It's like reading out a pre-written judgment.

"Last chance."

"Next time you'll just die, and no one will come to save you."

"The Rosaredo family has no need for useless people."

"But you haven't finished paying off the debt you owe your family."

"So you can live a few more days."

He put the mask back on and flicked his black cloak.

I pushed open the apartment door and went outside.

The sound of his footsteps gradually receding into the distance echoed in the corridor.

Each sound was like a death knell striking Lin Yan's heart.

......

News of the Imperial Wall being attacked by an A-level calamity on the streets of Shanglu spread throughout the entire Great Xia Dynasty in just three days.

On the night of the incident, the security level in Shanglu City jumped to the highest level, almost indistinguishable from a wartime state.

The patrol teams on the streets have changed from three shifts a day to 24-hour continuous shifts.

At each intersection, a checkpoint for detecting supernatural abilities has been added, and any item carrying an aura of calamity will be confiscated on the spot.

Several S-class veterans who had been stationed on the border for many years were also transferred to this city, albeit subtly.

They may not show themselves, but their spiritual power constantly surrounds this area.

The internet exploded, with related topics dominating the top ten trending topics on major platforms.

Some say that the Imperial Jade was nearly assassinated in the street in Shanglu, and the murderer has not yet been caught.

Some say the killer was an assassin sent by Yiluo, using a forbidden curse-level weapon of calamity.

Some say that a blood-red giant appeared at the scene and cleaved the A-level calamity in two with a single move.

Gu Yan flipped his phone face down on the table; he didn't want to click on any of these trending topics.

These past few days he has locked himself in his room, swinging his sword a thousand times a day as taught by Pei Zhanyue.

Then, use the Mirror Flower Seal to hone the precision of your spiritual power.

It took him countless days and nights to make the leap from basic swordsmanship to proficient swordsmanship.

But the sense of security you feel when holding the Demon-Suppressing Blade is real.

He wiped his sweat, sat down on the edge of the bed, and glanced at the system panel.

A blue light curtain silently unfolded before my eyes.

His gaze lingered briefly on the combat strength section.

The transition from F to B becomes D to B, with the lower limit raised by a small order and the upper limit also increasing slightly.

Pei Zhanyue's training method was a clumsy one, but clumsy methods are often the most effective.

Then he saw the lifespan column, ten months.

The last time I saw her was a year ago. I treated Cecilia once and kissed Shen Youwei once.

I fought with the Lamp Demon again, and before I knew it, two months had passed.

He turned off the panel, took a deep breath, and stood up.

I need to find an excuse to check if Fu Wanqing's diary is still in the drawer today.

She caught me red-handed after I saw that diary entry about a middle-aged woman from Epoch 94.

He kept wondering what happened next.