Zero Succubus in the Territory: Starting with Apprenticeship to the Yi Xuan Sisters

"You went to take the Investigation Association's qualification exam all by yourself? Don't you know how dangerous the Void has been lately? You're just a kid, do you really think you're some kind of all-powerful hero? Are you out of your mind?!"

Yi Xue was a little confused by the series of questions she asked. As for how Hong Dou knew, he wasn't very curious, since it wasn't exactly classified information.

But... how should I explain this to her?

Is there a compelling reason for saying you won't get hurt?

It doesn't seem to be of much use, since you can't really communicate properly with someone who's angry.

Looking at that anxious little face, Yi Xue felt a warmth rise in her own heart and gently patted the other person's shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Sister Hongdou, I'm confident."

Unexpectedly, his little hand was slapped away by the other party the next second.

"Shut up, you're just a little brat, why are you acting like an adult?"

Hongdou, still furious, leaned closer, her breath hot against each other's faces, instantly triggering Yixue's underlying code.

He grabbed the other person's wrist and slammed him against the wall in a rough manner.

She struggled, a hint of shyness in her eyes. Her back ached from the blow, yet a strange excitement rose within her.

"What are you doing? Trying to force yourself on your sister... Let go, hurry up!"

The girl's voice was weak, almost a whisper, a fierce exterior masking a cowardly interior.

"Ah? I'm sorry, Sister Hongdou, I just..."

Only after being reminded by the other party did Yi Xue realize what she had done and quickly let go.

As soon as he let go, the other person slammed him against the wall again.

"Hmph~ Little brat, it has to be me who forces you."

Hongdou gave a coquettish laugh, her pretty face flushed with rosy cheeks as she slowly leaned closer, finally placing a kiss on his soft, sweet lips.

Mmm~ So sweet.

"You're my childhood sweetheart, so just be a good girl and let your older sister take care of you. Don't always think about doing anything dangerous, understand?"

When the kiss ended, a very thin strand of snow remained between their lips. Hongdou, panting heavily, stared intently into Yixue's blue eyes and spoke in a very assertive tone.

Yi Xue stared blankly at the red bean in front of her, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

The tense atmosphere in the private room eased a little, but a single kiss was not enough to quell the anger and passion in Hongdou's heart. She closed her phoenix eyes and then prepared to kiss him again.

"ah!"

Just as the two were about to quietly take their intimacy to the next level, a commotion suddenly broke out outside, followed by a panicked scream.

It was the maid's voice!

Yi Xue immediately pushed aside the somewhat confused Hong Dou, and anxiously pushed open the door to go out. Hong Dou was stunned for a moment, straightened her disheveled cheongsam, and followed her out.

Seeing the scene before her, Yi Xue felt utterly dejected.

The maid who had been taking care of Xiao Guang was now lying unconscious on the ground, a faint but extremely glaring red stain on her slender neck.

Xiao Guang, who should have been sitting at the tea table, was nowhere to be seen. There was still a plate of osmanthus cake on the table that had not been finished.

Damn it!

Yi Xue quickly leaned closer to check on the maid's condition. She had just fainted and was otherwise unharmed, but it seemed she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As for the filth on the other person's neck, he had read about it in a book. It was a substance called filth, which could be seen as a variant of pure ether. Contact with this substance could cause hallucinations, confusion, and in severe cases, even coma and death.

But how did this evil creature from the void end up here?

He quickly grabbed the panicked passersby and began to question them about what had happened, his voice low and frightening.

The scattered passersby, still shaken, recounted what had just happened in fits and starts.

Just moments before, a man in white suddenly entered the teahouse. With swift and decisive movements, he knocked out the maid who was guarding him and, in front of everyone, carried away the young Ye Shunguang.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that most people didn't have time to react, and only a very few people saw it clearly.

In broad daylight, in a bustling teahouse, they brazenly kidnapped a young child—it's utterly lawless!

This unbridled and utterly despicable act completely ignited the fury in Yi Xue's heart.

“Sister Hongdou, go and inform the sheriff that a child named Ye Shunguang has been kidnapped and has probably entered the cave.”

With those few words, Yi Xue's legs crackled with lightning, and the next second she was launched like a cannonball, leaving a bewildered Hong Dou standing in the wind.

Yi Xue sped through the alley, her eyes wide open, precisely locking onto the ethereal and unique trace of foul air in the air, which extended all the way to a companion cave around Chenghui Ping.

Damn it, that's exactly what I was afraid of.

Without much hesitation, Yi Xue plunged into the hollow. The data on the carrots left from today's assessment should still be valid, and he had to save Xiao Guang.

The biting wind whistled past his ears, but all that remained in his heart was endless self-reproach.

If he hadn't followed Hongdou into the private room and gotten into some ambiguous relationship, and if he had stayed by Xiaoguang's side the whole time, none of this would have happened.

Yi Xue bit his lip so hard it almost bled. He ran as fast as he could, wishing he could break his legs.

It's all his fault, it's all his fault!

Xiao Guang followed him to Yin Cha Xian because he trusted and relied on him, which led him into danger.

If he hadn't presumptuously sought help from acquaintances, but had simply patiently accompanied the child to find her parents, she wouldn't have been in danger.

If anything happens to Xiaoguang because of this, Yixue will never forgive herself for the rest of her life!

Chapter 121 Bitter Struggle! The Igmenon Squad!?

The bizarre and empty interior was cold and deathly silent. Twisted crimson filth lingered in the air like stagnant water. The moment Yi Xue stepped inside, a fierce sense of crisis gripped his heart.

Using his perception technique, he pierced through the layers of mist and saw several incongruous white figures standing neatly in the open space ahead.

They were dressed in uniform plain white robes, their figures upright, like solemn believers. Each believer wore a uniform gilded mask covering their face, concealing their expressions and leaving only a cold and deathly aura.

In the center of the open space, young Ye Shunguang was surrounded by them. His small body trembled, and he clutched the music box that could still play a melody tightly in his arms. His animal ears were pressed tightly to the top of his head, and his eyes were full of fear and helplessness, but he bit his lip and dared not cry out.

At the very front of the crowd stood a robust figure with a completely different aura.

He was much taller and more robust than ordinary believers, wearing a golden full-face mask. His white robes were stained with large patches of crimson, twisted filth. His bare arms were wrapped with twisted tentacles that clustered together like muscles. His flesh and blood seemed to have merged with something twisted, transforming him into a grotesque monster.

Let's call him the leader of the hymn.

"A celebration!!!"

He instinctively shouted out the name.

Upon noticing the intruder, the group of white-robed believers turned around in unison, their gilded masks reflecting a cold light.

Ling Song slowly raised his eyes, his turbid gaze locking onto the small figure of Yi Xue, his voice hoarse and distorted: "Those who are not involved, leave immediately."

Yi Xue's body was taut like a bowstring, the crimson dagger already in her hand, the warmth in her eyes completely gone, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness.

"Release that child. To kidnap a child in broad daylight and hold a celebration for it is truly outrageous."

"I have already notified the law enforcement authorities. You can just wait to be arrested and brought to justice!"

Faced with Yi Xue's threats and questions, Ling Song showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, he slowly raised his hand, his posture both fanatical and insane. Behind him, all the white-robed believers bowed their heads and whispered obscure and strange prayers.

"We are following the will of the First Lord to walk the path of salvation." The leader's voice was high-pitched and obsessive, each word revealing the madness of being consumed by extreme faith. "The world is in decline, and emptiness is rampant. Only by finding the Holy Son of Destiny can we be guided forward. The pure and innocent young body is the vessel to awaken the Holy Son, the kindling for salvation! Sacrificing the self for the Great Way is the destiny of Heaven!"

"Human lives?" He scoffed, his crimson aura surging violently around him. "Mortal lives are but dust. To be sacrificed for that lord is their honor."

These insane remarks, which disregard living beings, despise human life, and use children as sacrifices, completely ignited the anger in Yi Xue's heart.

There has never been a life that should be sacrificed, nor is there a great path that should be built with the blood and flesh of living beings.

This kind of twisted and fanatical belief is utterly heretical!

"What nonsense!"

Yi Xue said no more. A fierce aetheric aura exploded around her, and the Dragon Evolution Technique was activated instantly. Red, blue, and yellow magic arrays slowly appeared behind her. The energies of ice, fire, and lightning intertwined and flowed around her. Crimson flames clung to the blade, and ice condensed in her palm. Fine lightning crackled and exploded under her feet, shining with a dazzling sharpness in the dim void.

"Oh?" A flicker of emotion finally crossed the eyes of the leader of the Praise Society, which quickly turned into intense greed. "It seems that you are the more suitable vessels..."

Before the opponent could recite another prayer, the boy rushed forward and initiated the battle!

The Crimson Scale Fire unleashed a scorching blade of light, burning the surrounding believers. Its slender fingers flew across its palm, forming hand seals and unleashing several ice shard barriers to block the believers' encirclement route from both sides.

Lightning crackled at his toes, like a sharp and swift spear, as he kicked out bolts of thunder.

His movements were extremely agile; with the physique of a seven-year-old child, he moved swiftly among several white-robed believers, switching between offense and defense with effortless grace.

He mastered the three elements of the secret technique Dragon Evolution with unparalleled skill, using fire attack, ice control, and lightning speed to complement each other and completely restrain and defeat the ordinary believers.

But the real battle was always against the leader, who had long since merged with all the foul breaths, and the dangerous aura that could send a stinging warning through every pore of his body.

“When it’s broken, it’s broken, when it’s broken, it’s broken, when it’s thrown away, it’s thrown away!”

The Crimson Scale Sword in Yi Xue's hand hummed as he unleashed a relentless barrage of sword strikes. In this desperate situation, he had actually comprehended the third move of the Crimson Sky Sword Technique: Tearful Edge.

Sword!

With the added bombardment of spells, the leader of the chanting society was also temporarily in a state of decline.

However, this fighting style put a great strain on his body. After only a few rounds, the boy's breathing became disordered, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

In contrast, Lingsong, with his powerful body strengthened by the filthy breath, withstood all the attacks and even grew stronger with each battle, drawing upon the surrounding ether to heal his wounds.

Several streams of foul energy condensed into a giant tentacle hammer in his hand. His moves were domineering and savage, each strike carrying the immense power to crush bones and muscles.

As the flashes of swords and spears passed by, several booming sounds echoed continuously in the hollow.

Ye Shunguang clutched the music box tightly, hiding behind the ruins and not daring to open her eyes, but she firmly believed that her older brother would win, that her older brother was a very powerful person!

Yi Xue, with her superb agility and keen observation skills, narrowly avoided fatal blows several times, but ultimately could not withstand them.

In the brief opening after a dodge, Ling Song seized the fleeting moment and brought down the crimson giant hammer with all his might!

"boom--!"

A dull, thud exploded!

Yi Xue didn't have time to completely escape before the giant hammer slammed solidly into his thin chest.

"Cough!"

A sharp pain instantly swept through his body, his chest cavity suddenly collapsed, and a crisp, ear-piercing sound of bones cracking rang out. He was like a feather shattered by a heavy artillery shell, his body flying out of control and crashing heavily into the hard rock wall behind him.

The rock face was cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and gravel was peeling off in a rustling sound.

A mouthful of scalding blood gushed out uncontrollably, staining the dark robe on his chest red. The excruciating pain of his shattered sternum tore at his bones, and every breath he took pulled at his broken bones, bringing a suffocating pain, and his vision blurred in waves.

"No...I can't...I can't..."

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain that nearly made him faint, his fingertips trembling as he tried to heal himself with the radiance of the light. The faint light gently fell on the wounds, beginning to heal the torn muscles and broken bones.

But Ling Song's steps were unstoppable. He stepped on the filth and slowly approached, his crimson giant hammer hanging in mid-air, carrying the indifference of a death sentence. His shadow completely enveloped the immobilized boy.

"May the First Lord... mold you..."

The scarlet word "death" suddenly appeared in his mind.

Is he really going to die here? No... He hasn't been able to take responsibility for his sister and the others, he hasn't been able to save Yun Kui Mountain from the impending disaster, and he hasn't been able to rescue Xiao Guang!

Yi Xue gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and abandoned treatment for her injuries. Instead, she drew her sword and gathered her strength, preparing for another desperate battle with the leader of the Song Chuang Association.

Just then! A burst of dense, orderly gunfire and the sound of advancing troops suddenly rang out from all around.

Countless specially designed bullets pierced through the thick filth, accurately sweeping across the area and interrupting the leader's attempt to continue the attack, forcing the enemy to stop and retreat.

Is this... reinforcements? Well done... Sister Red Bean...

"Igmenyi Squad, form ranks and engage the enemy!"

A clear, spirited female voice and a green figure dressed in black—those were Yi Xue's last memories before she fell into a coma.

He then completely lost consciousness.

Chapter 122 Iserld, "Will-o'-the-Wisp"

The defense force's base, within the Obsidian Camp.

A woman with a cool and elegant demeanor sat upright at her desk, a pen between her fingers, organizing the mission report after the operation as usual.

The woman had long, fluffy mint-green hair, delicate features, and a pair of captivating ice-blue eyes that stared irritably at the report on the table. Her gaze then became unfocused, and she tapped the table impatiently with her fingertips.

She wore a sharply tailored black, fitted military uniform with rows of silver buttons and a pale blue rose brooch adorning her chest, yet it couldn't conceal her breathtakingly voluptuous figure. The deep purple nail polish on her fingertips added a touch of allure. The uniquely cold and capable demeanor of a soldier combined with the charming and cunning allure of a mature woman, making one want to peel back her uniform to see what lay hidden beneath her dignified attire.