Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

At noon, the sun was at its zenith in the capital.

A limousine Hongqi slowly drove into Tianjing Garden and finally stopped in front of an unremarkable Chinese-style villa.

This place offers a peaceful retreat amidst the hustle and bustle.

Just a wall away is Beijing's most bustling commercial district.

Inside the walls, only the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of the wind could be heard.

It was eerily quiet.

Jiang Ling pushed open the door and got out of the car.

A burly man with a buzz cut, wearing sunglasses, stood up straight.

He was clearly a veteran who had come from the battlefield.

"Mr. Jiang, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

The man's attitude was sincere, and his tone carried just the right amount of humility.

Please follow me.

"Thank you for your help," Jiang Ling said, her hands in her pockets.

My gaze swept over the buildings before me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

As expected of a high-ranking person, even their residence is designed with such sophistication, understated elegance.

It possesses no ostentatious nobility, yet exudes a profound and understated elegance, reflecting a deep and refined understanding of life.

It is far superior to the mansions of some nouveau riche.

The two stepped into the house.

The interior design continues the understated and restrained style.

Many pieces of rosewood furniture bear the patina of time, and even the overall style of the interior design remains stuck in the last century.

A large white lace sheet was neatly covered over the LCD TV in the living room.

dong dong dong-

"Mr. Shen, the person you've been waiting for has arrived."

The burly man raised his hand and knocked on the study door, reporting to his superior in a low voice.

"Come in."

An aged yet still powerful voice came from inside the door.

The man opened the door and gestured for Jiang Ling to go in.

Jiang Ling had originally put his hands in his pockets, but then he thought that this was a bit too arrogant, so he quickly took his hands out and walked into the study in a proper manner.

The study faces south.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let in gentle sunlight, making the whole room warm and cozy.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, was lying on a rattan recliner, wearing sunglasses, with a copy of "Zizhi Tongjian" (Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government) beside him, which was mostly turned over and had some worn pages at the bottom.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang."

Shen Yuntian smiled gently, reached up and pulled back the corner of his sunglasses to reveal a pair of still sharp eyes: "At my age, it's not too much to call you Comrade Xiao Jiang, is it?"

"Uh, hello Mr. Shen, you can just call me Xiao Jiang." Jiang Ling thought for a moment and bowed ninety degrees to the old man.

Firstly, this person is one of the true leaders of Bureau 749, and can be considered my immediate superior at work;

Secondly, considering Shen Yue's relationship with him, he can be considered her maternal grandfather.

He deserves the respect he deserves; he's not the kind of arrogant person who becomes conceited and disdains everything once he gains some power.

"Please sit down."

Shen Yuntian smiled warmly and lay back down. "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. You are powerful yet not arrogant. Based on this alone, and in my eighty-plus years of experience, I believe you are destined for great things."

Jiang Ling looked left and right, but couldn't find a second chair.

There were only two rattan recliners in the entire study. One was occupied by Shen Yuntian, and the other had a copy of "Zizhi Tongjian" neatly placed on it.

He simply walked over, picked up the book, and sat down on the recliner next to him.

"Mr. Shen is joking. I'm just an ordinary person who wants to live a good life."

"Having so many girls following you, that's not something an ordinary person can do."

Shen Yuntian showed no airs of being old and condescending; instead, his tone was like that of a kind old man who liked to joke with his grandson.

"Is your body able to handle it? Would you like me to introduce you to some experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors who can help regulate your body?"

"Ahem..." Jiang Ling coughed lightly, "Um... Elder Shen, uh... more than enough, right..."

"OK."

Shen Yuntian smiled so much that his eyes narrowed. "The first prerequisite for someone to achieve great things is to have a healthy body."

By the way, stop calling me "Old Shen" all the time. You and my only granddaughter have a very special relationship, right?

He paused, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and said, "You can call me Grandpa or Grandfather, either is fine."

The old man's words reminded Jiang Ling of that little girl with purple pigtails who had just entered the machine; she was quite small.

She always stares at him with a small tiger tooth flashing, like a little tiger lurking in the palm of his hand, ready to pounce on its prey.

Hmm... as for what it preys on.

That cannot be explained, cannot be explained...

"Grandpa, Shen Yue and I..."

"I know about everything that happened to her. Thank you for your hard work."

"Huh?" Jiang Ling was taken aback.

He had already prepared a rehearsed response, ready to say, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally took your granddaughter in as well."

To my utter surprise, the other party actually said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Well... but in a way, it was indeed hard work, except that it was Brother Guan Yu who had to work hard.

"Alright, enough of this small talk. You young people hate it when old men lecture you, don't you?"

Shen Yuntian chuckled as he took the copy of "Zizhi Tongjian" from his hand, casually flipped through a few pages, and then abruptly changed the subject:

"You've killed quite a few 'gods,' it can't just be a simple matter of 'coincidentally' encountering them and killing them on the spur of the moment, right? You and those 'gods' were always enemies, weren't they?"

"Yes." Jiang Ling nodded, without hiding anything.

There's no need to hide this kind of thing; with the power of the most elite families in the capital, there's no need to keep it a secret.

They probably already know everything about him, down to his underwear.

"Actually, there's an international organization that's been passed down from ancient times, specializing in collecting information on various deities, all in order to eliminate them before the full arrival of the age of gods. Are you... interested?"

"I'd like to hear the details." Jiang Ling's interest was piqued instantly, and she sat up straight.

This is fantastic news! If he can accurately locate those gods, run over and kill them with a single punch, then he will no longer have to wait for Niu Niu Tian Dao to strike first and then be forced to retaliate passively! As for the so-called Sorrow of Gods or the so-called demigod organization, he has already killed three legitimate gods, so why would he care about their opinions?

"Of course, the people in this organization are neither ordinary mortals nor pure 'gods.' Because of the 'Sorrow of the Gods,' they transcend the supernatural system, becoming a more powerful species, and are all very solitary and extremely averse to outsiders."

Shen Yuntian looked at him with a smile and continued, "You don't have the Sorrow of the Gods, but you possess power far exceeding that of ordinary gods. Your only weakness is that you don't understand anything about those gods. Joining them will perfectly fill this last gap in your knowledge."

"Really?" Jiang Ling's eyes shone even brighter.

"Take this VR headset."

As if by magic, Shen Yuntian pulled a VR headset from under the recliner and casually tossed it to Jiang Ling.

"This is...?" Jiang Ling caught the helmet, her face full of confusion.

"This VR headset can connect to our exclusive virtual space. Even something as basic as becoming a god of war has to keep up with the times," Shen Yuntian said with a smile as he sat up straight.

Almost simultaneously, the curtains of the French windows silently and automatically closed, plunging the entire study into darkness.

In the darkness, a faint golden light shone in the old man's pupils, and a vertical pupil slowly split open on his forehead, scattering golden fragments. An aura that was neither god nor angel, vast and boundless, instantly filled the entire study.

"My codename in 'The Sorrow of the Gods' is 'Yang Jian,' and you can choose a codename for yourself too."

"Of course, with your strength, even if you reveal your true information, no one can threaten you. It's just... in the end, it will cause some unnecessary trouble."

Jiang Ling: ……

He really didn't expect it.

This kind-looking grandfather actually has this other identity.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Jiang Ling stood up and sincerely thanked them:

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

"Hehe, go ahead."

Shen Yuntian's vertical pupils suddenly narrowed, and his aura vanished instantly, transforming him back into the kind and amiable old man, only now with a hint of solemnity in his eyes:

"I've already prepared Shen Yue's dowry."

"If you two are planning to get married, don't forget to let this old man know."

"And... this old man only has this one granddaughter."

"She lost her mother when she was young, so you must treat her well."

"Don't worry, I will."

Jiang Ling took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Goodbye."

He took the VR headset, turned around, and walked out of the study.

……

On the other side, in the old Song family residence and ancestral hall in the capital.

"Young Miss, the Second Young Miss has returned and is waiting for you in the ancestral hall."

A maid bowed her head and spoke respectfully to Song Ruyu, who had just entered.

"I see."

Song Ruyu responded expressionlessly and followed the maid toward the ancestral hall.

As soon as I stepped into the gate of the ancestral hall.

She immediately sensed something was amiss; a strange, sweet, fishy smell filled the air.

There is also a kind of unsettling mental pressure.

Looking up, she saw Song Jie'er standing with her arms crossed, looking down at her from the main seat of the ancestral hall.

On both sides of the ancestral hall, the elders and direct descendants of the Song family, and even Song Jie'er's biological father, all knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, like the most devout and obedient servants under the queen, not daring to raise their heads even once.

"Song Ruyu!"

Song Jie'er spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes surging with murderous resentment. The moment she saw her, she roared hysterically like a raging lioness:

"Now! Right now! Kneel down—and crawl to me like a dog!"

Song Ruyu: ? ? ?

She stared in disbelief at her cousin, who appeared to be insane, with only one thought in her mind.

Did you drink fake alcohol?