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Chapter 100 With Na, the Most Beautiful [Donated by Panda Eating Tomatoes, the Alliance Leader]

Cui Shi'an also took the name Xi Yuanjie very seriously.

Among the three sacred bones of Silla—Park, Kim, and Seok—the Seok clan is considered the most mysterious.

From the time of King Seoktohae, who became King of Silla in 57 AD, until the death of the sixteenth king, Seokgihae.

For nearly six hundred years afterward, no one from the Seok clan ascended the throne of Silla; instead, the Kim clan took their place.

Historical records are vague about whether Queen Jinde (Kim Seung-man) had any children.

However, according to tradition, since Kim Seung-man is the last descendant of the sacred bloodline, she should marry into the Park and Seok families if she wants to have offspring.

Perhaps, Xi Yuanjie is the daughter of Jin Shengman and Xi Shi man.

If that's the case, then King Munmu, Kim Beopmin, should logically be Seokwonhae's cousin.

Two more days have passed.

Even Hara knows about the rumors that the Messenger of Jongno was bullied by a mysterious ghost.

"You did it, didn't you?" She suddenly appeared behind him, startling Cui Shi'an, who was giving up on the temple in the live stream.

"What did I do?" The latter quickly turned off the live stream to prevent the conversation from being leaked.

"Messenger Jin," she narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him, "you hit him, didn't you?"

"That guy actually went and complained to them??"

"It really is you!" The girl in the black dress crossed her arms, sat down on his bed angrily, and unconsciously crossed her legs. "Hey, why are you always causing trouble?"

"I didn't do anything to him, and he still has the nerve to complain?"

"No one complained; it just so happened that a wandering spirit saw you. Now the whole of Seoul is buzzing about it, and lots of guys are asking about your whereabouts!"

Why are they asking me about me?

"What else can I do? Of course, I'll teach you a lesson, since you've challenged the dignity of the messenger of hell."

Upon hearing this, Cui Shi'an showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he let out a cold laugh: "Someone told me that the messengers of hell are too humane. At first, I thought it was just a few individuals, but I didn't expect them all to be like this."

He slowly turned around and looked at the girl in the black dress sitting on the bed.

In that instant, Hera clearly felt that the air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment, and an invisible, chilling, and heavy pressure quietly spread out from him.

"Since they want to come," Cui Shi'an's voice was calm and even, yet every word was sharp and decisive, "then let them come."

He raised his chin, a flash of coldness crossing his eyes: "One comes, I'll take them all down, kill them, no questions asked!"

Hera stared at him for a moment, then her pupils suddenly contracted, and she abruptly stood up from the bed: "You—how could your lineage be—it's only been a few days—"

She carefully sensed the aura emanating from Cui Shi'an, faintly connected to the earth beneath his feet and to some invisible force of will. A startling guess surfaced in her mind: "Have you already found the shrine? Oh! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Huh?" Cui Shi'an raised an eyebrow, his right hand clenching into a fist. An invisible, sharp aura instantly gathered and swirled in his palm, and his body faintly emanated the same chilling, ferocious flame he had when he slew the Japanese pirates in his dream: "Before, I didn't care if you called me 'the others who were left behind,' but now—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her like a blade: "What should you call me?"

An invisible pressure permeated his words.

"Uh—" Hera was speechless at his sudden outburst and blunt question, her mouth agape as if she could fit an egg in it.

After a long while, she deflated like a punctured balloon, her shoulders slumped, and she managed to squeeze out two weak syllables through gritted teeth: "--Oppa?"

The tone was three parts unwilling, seven parts cowardly, and a hint of probing.

Choi Si-an didn't expect her to back down so quickly. The vertical pupils in his eyes disappeared instantly, and his aura returned to normal: "Since you claim to be my little sister's friend, then calling me Oppa is not wrong."

"————" Hera looked at his sudden change of expression and his matter-of-fact manner, and her previous cowardice was immediately replaced by resentment.

She grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, then reverted to her "little devil" expression, defiantly waving her fist at the air: "You really—think you're something special? Believe it or not—"

"Mo?" Cui Shi'an merely glanced back indifferently, without making any significant movements. With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a sharp aura silently lingered once more.

"————" Hera's fist, which was halfway through its swing, froze in mid-air, and then she reluctantly lowered it.

She plopped back down on the bed, her black skirt billowing out. Hugging her knees, she buried half her face in them, muttering, "You're just taking advantage of my inability to fight! Think you're so great just because you have a broken knife!"

"Ha." Cui Shi'an couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her childish appearance, and the image of hunting tigers to keep his little sister warm in his previous life involuntarily came to mind.

That deep-seated concern and worry lingers even after waking up.

"My little sister—which district's messenger of hell is she? Now you can tell me, right?"

Hera lifted her head from her knees, pursed her lips, and said, "I already told her not to tell you! Asking me won't help; it's a matter of principle!"

"If you don't tell her, she won't know," Cui Shi'an tried to "persuade" her.

"That won't do either!" Hera shook her head vigorously.

Seeing that forcing the issue wouldn't work, Cui Shi'an had to change his approach and settle for second best: "Then—tell me if she's on this side of the river or the other side, is that alright?"

Hera's eyes darted around, she hesitated for a few seconds, and muttered softly, "—across the river."

"Gangnam? Or Seocho-gu? Or maybe Yeongdeungpo-gu?" Choi Si-an rattled off several major district names of Gangnam, trying to glean clues from her expression.

"Don't give me that! Trying to scam me?" Hera raised her chin, a hint of provocation in her voice. "If you're so capable, why don't you go and search each district yourself? You can leave the north of the city now, can't you?"

"You think I can't do anything, huh?" Choi Si-an was amused by her attitude.

"Hmm?" Hera tilted her head, looking on with a curious expression that seemed to say, "Let's see what you can do."

Choi Si-an pointed to his head: "I know the entire peninsula's mountains and geography by heart. Isn't the Han River a natural barrier? I can just go around it from its source!"

"Pfft—" Hara almost burst out laughing. She floated to Choi Si-an's side, pointed to the long, winding route on the map, and gave him a "Are you out of your mind?" look. "Then go ahead and take the long way around! From Seoul to Taebaek, and then from Taebaek to Gangnam, that's hundreds of kilometers round trip! The thing is, do you think the outside world is some kind of paradise? You're a newly minted ghost, running out with such a delicious scent of incense. Be careful, or those hungry evil gods will chew you up and devour you, bone and soul!"

Cui Shi'an frowned: "Uh—why don't you come with me? Aren't you a messenger of hell? You should have a way to avoid or deal with those things, right?"

"Me?!" Hera pointed at her nose, her eyes wide, as if she had heard something unbelievable: "Are messengers of hell expendable? Huh? If I die, it's all for nothing! You think the compensation will be cheap?"

"Didn't you already—"

"Give me back the money!" Hara jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Coffin lid repair fee! Chanel compensation fee! And the loan I gave you last time, plus interest! Pay me back now!"

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"Uh—" Choi Si-an was speechless, his momentum instantly diminished: "—Mi-ah-nee—"

"Apologizing won't help; you should be thinking about how to make money!"

"Wasn't I just thinking that? I was just giving up on the temple during the live stream."

Cui Shi'an turned on his computer to show her, but a message suddenly popped up on the software.

The sender is a regular viewer and VIP in the live stream: [ITZY is the best, Youna is the most beautiful] 1. [Can the shrine the streamer just mentioned really exorcise demons?]

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