Things rarely go as one wishes, but one should strive for a clear conscience.
Yin Yang could have easily pretended nothing was happening and fled with Liu Hong, waiting for the total war to begin before continuing his collection of heroic spirits on the battlefield.
But he couldn't stand by and watch Mr. Yuan be polluted and turned into a monster.
Precisely because he had felt so much malice, he understood how precious kindness truly was.
Some might think that if a Demigod like Mr. Yuan was helpless, what could a mere Sequence 6 do?
But it was like a game of animal chess: the elephant eats the lion, and the lion eats the tiger.
The rat, clearly at the bottom of the hierarchy, was the only one that could take down the mighty elephant.
Why?
Counters!
Yin Yang’s raw strength was certainly inferior to a Demigod or an evil god, but when it came to dealing with divine pollution, he was an expert!
With the words “Dismissing the God,” a gentle breeze rose from the flat ground and blew toward the monster.
Thud.
Thud.
One polluted corpse after another collapsed to the ground, and the dazed Mr. Yu suddenly snapped back to his senses.
Mr. Yuan felt the change most directly. He could clearly feel a ‘giant hand’ reaching into his soul, grabbing the evil god’s pollution, and ripping it out by the roots.
The pain of his soul being torn was incredibly real, and he nearly screamed aloud.
But after the agony came a sense of profound relief.
His previously muddled mind became sharp once more. He turned his head and looked at Yin Yang with a complex expression.
There was surprise, suspicion, but most of all, a sense of realization.
Compared to him, Liu Hong’s reaction was much more direct, jumping up and down while shouting curses in disbelief.
Waves of spirituality surfaced on Yin Yang’s body, dense and potent. Mr. Yuan recognized it instantly—this was the spiritual pressure that only a Sequence 6 could possess!
To become a Sequence 6 at this age required not only talent but also immense wealth and a willingness to risk one's life.
“Teacher, will there be reinforcements?”
Yin Yang took another step forward, and the ‘Dismissing the God wind’ blew even more violently.
“Yes.”
Neither Mr. Yuan nor Mr. Yu asked why Yin Yang was a transcendent; now was not the time for such questions.
Mr. Yuan, in particular, knew very well that regardless of why Yin Yang had hidden his identity, he had exposed it now specifically to save him.
Knowing he was a good kid was enough.
Yin Yang adjusted his breathing. Although the abilities of the Sacrifice pathway were eerie, their combat power at low sequences couldn't compare to pathways like the Axeman.
Furthermore, he couldn't expose his natural transcendent abilities. After all, the blade-wielding ghost and the altar were the signatures of the ‘masked man’ and would be easily recognized!
Therefore, Yin Yang could only rely on a few clever tricks.
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and tore it into several strips.
Liu Hong watched from behind, completely bewildered. He thought to himself, ‘What time do you think it is? Why are you playing with paper?’
Hum~
The aura of the evil god in the air grew stronger. A series of loud thuds echoed from inside the dorm building, as if some gargantuan entity was trying to squeeze its way out.
Yin Yang moved quickly. After tearing the paper, he pulled a one-time transcendent item from his notebook and injected his spirituality into it. A powerful surge of intent surfaced and merged into the strips of paper.
This one-time item was a sealed Sequence ability from the Axeman pathway: Intent Enchantment!
Having finished this, Yin Yang pressed his palms together, sandwiching the five enchanted paper strips between them, and whispered in a voice only he could hear.
“Spirit-Bestow!”
The five paper strips, now boiling with intent, took flight and began to orbit Yin Yang incessantly.
Mr. Yuan stepped in front of Yin Yang and Liu Hong, his expression grim.
“Mr. Qian is also in the city. He’ll definitely hear a commotion this big. All we need to do is minimize casualties until he arrives.”
“That method you have for cleansing pollution is very effective. Protect yourself.”
“Understood.”
Yin Yang agreed just as the dorm building split open, and a massive flesh ball over ten meters in diameter squeezed out.
The flesh ball was a deep crimson, covered in countless human faces with crazed expressions.
“Wooo wooo~”
“Hahaha~”
“High sequence! I made it! I finally made it!”
“Damei, you left me for that pretty boy back then, but now I’m a high sequence! It’s too late for regrets! Hahaha!”
Those faces showed no fear of being monsters; they felt only the ecstatic joy of attaining high-sequence power.
Gurgle, gurgle.
The faces on the flesh ball began to bulge and then suddenly exploded outward, sending a barrage of human heads flying toward Yin Yang and the others.
“Hahaha~”
“Join us! With you, we will become even stronger!”
“Unity! Do you understand unity? First, you have to bunch up! Come, come quickly!”
The heads shouted as they flew through the air.
Yin Yang took a step back, and the five paper strips orbiting him shot forward.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Cold light flashed, and every head flying toward him was sliced to ribbons.
Liu Hong watched with a dropped jaw. For the first time in his life, he truly understood the concept of ‘playing the fool.’
Seeing that Yin Yang could protect himself, Mr. Yuan finally let loose, launching a fierce offensive alongside Mr. Yu.
These heads were fragile before them; the only real concern was the divine pollution.
But within the ‘Dismissing the God wind,’ pollution simply couldn't take hold!
“Strange. With a commotion this big, why isn't Old Qian here yet? He’s clearly in the city.”
Mr. Yu spoke with confusion after punching a head into dust.
Mr. Yuan was equally puzzled.
“Something must have gone wrong. Otherwise, with Old Qian’s personality, he would have arrived ages ago.”
On the other side, Yin Yang’s brow was furrowed tightly.
The sensation that he was about to die hadn't vanished; instead, it had grown even stronger.
“Teacher! Something’s wrong!”
“I can sense danger—an immense danger. It’s even more dangerous than the evil god from before!”
Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu’s expressions turned grave upon hearing this.
Even though Yin Yang had hidden his status as a transcendent, they felt they knew him well enough to know he wasn't someone who spoke without reason.
If he said there was danger, then there was danger!
Mr. Yu took a step back.
“Old Yuan, there shouldn't be anyone left nearby. Let’s head toward the Security Bureau.”
“Move!”
The group retreated as they fought, only to realize that the sky had turned red.
It was currently mid-morning, the time of day when sunlight should be at its peak, yet the sky had turned a deep crimson!
Yin Yang looked back.
Fire clouds!
Fire clouds as red as blood!
Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu’s expressions changed instantly.
Even the usually thick-headed Liu Hong guessed the reason.
Sequence 4!
A Sequence 4 capable of altering the very heavens!
...
At the Security Bureau.
Qin Ye stood up abruptly, looking out the window in disbelief.
“Father, the plan has changed!”
His reflection in the mirror twisted, transforming back into the image of Qin Qian.
“Arriving early is better than arriving late.”
“Don’t worry. The plan is already in place; nothing will go wrong.”
“I just didn't expect Great Qi to arrive so quickly. Our army won't be here until tomorrow.”
“In a single day... Wangnian City is as good as lost.”
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