Berserk God of War
Chapter 634: Every Move is Bizarre

Chapter 634: Chapter 634: Every Move is Bizarre

Gongyang Ren hurriedly calmed his flustered granddaughter with a steady voice and added, "Now, what we need to do first is settle things with the Xingluo General Academy, and then we must find out the true purpose of Shihun..."

"I believe, he will definitely come back," Gongyang Ren said deeply in the end.

Upon hearing this, Gongyang Ying foolishly looked at her grandfather, blinking her big eyes and asking, "That villain, he dares to come back?"

Gongyang Ying couldn’t believe that Shihun would dare return to the Imperial Advisor Mansion.

Hearing this, Gongyang Ren took another deep breath.

"The Thousand-year-old White Ginseng is definitely not Shihun’s true objective, or at least, not his only objective, otherwise he wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of becoming a guard in our Imperial Advisor Mansion."

"He could have simply not been a guard, taken the Thousand-year-old White Ginseng, and left, but he chose to stay."

"Moreover, he shook off the Hidden Guards, clearly indicating that what he is going to do, he doesn’t want us to know... Of course, he might also not come back. In any case, this man is now extremely dangerous, and I must also go to the palace to inform His Majesty."

At this moment, even Gongyang Ren seemed somewhat disheveled, and he even worried whether Shihun was here to assassinate the War Soul Emperor.

With that, Gongyang Ren hurried into the palace.

Gongyang Ying was left alone in her grandfather’s small building, feeling utterly at a loss.

Suddenly, she blankly turned to Aunt Mian and asked, "Do I look like a fool? I used to lecture Shihun about not relying on brute force but on intelligence."

"As it turns out, I’ve been thoroughly slapped in the face now. I really feel like I’m being played for a fool."

After lecturing Shihun, she realized that she had been blatantly toyed with.

Even the entire Imperial Advisor Mansion was helplessly played by him.

A series of tactics, both terrifying and cruel, perfectly accomplished what he wanted to do, and I was indeed too foolish.

"Miss, can you call that intelligence? That is clearly a conspiracy," Aunt Mian indignantly said.

She had never seen the missus so devastated before, worried that she might not recover from this.

"If he dares to show up again, I’ll kill him myself," Aunt Mian said bitterly, hating Shihun to death.

But what she received was a vigorous shake of the head from Gongyang Ying, the secret of the Moon Soul Battle Body was still in his hands. Killing him was easy, but releasing the secret would be too much trouble for her grandfather and herself to handle.

"Unless I can find a strong and reliable master, it’s not likely that I’ll be able to free myself from this bastard Shihun anytime soon."

Gongyang Ying murmured to herself, but her grandfather said the matter of finding a master couldn’t be rushed, and there was nobody in the East Plain Northern Land qualified enough to take her as an apprentice.

"Miss, let’s not think about it for now, let the Imperial Advisor handle everything," Aunt Mian could only comfort her like this.

To this, Gongyang Ying sighed helplessly, now relying solely on her grandfather.

...

In the War Soul Imperial City, at the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace.

As Sikong Jing stood at the gateway, he could feel the demonic dragon aura rushing towards him.

At this moment, Sikong Jing’s appearance had completely changed, his beard neatly trimmed, and he was no longer in the Imperial Advisor Mansion guard uniform, instead, he wore a black tight-fitting outfit.

He looked young, full of sharpness.

Suddenly, a middle-aged guide came out of the gates of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace.

After scrutinizing Sikong Jing for a few moments, he asked cautiously, "Who are you? What business do you have at the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace?"

The news of the six students from the Xingluo General Academy being killed exploded unexpectedly in the War Soul Imperial Capital within a short amount of time.

The death of Gong Bei Qiang shook the entire city!

At that time, two thieves riding Starlight Warhorses had vanished without a trace, along with Vice Master Dou and several apprentices.

The War Soul Star Palace was filled with a citywide manhunt...

Above all, the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace was the prime suspect. What else could be expected when the two palaces were sworn enemies? Consequently, the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace was now in utmost tension, its front gate guarded by instructors instead.

Sikong Jing slowly lifted his eyelids and said softly, "I am Sikong Jing."

Upon hearing this, the instructor opposite him hesitated for a moment, then his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Sikong Jing. Although Sikong Jing’s reputation might not be substantial in the East Plain Northern Land, it resonated thunderously within the Holy Dragon Academy.

Every Main Academy and Subacademy buzzed with his name.

The expelled disciple of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, who had slain Peng Peng of Xingluo General Academy, Ji Tingyue, and Bai Changwu the Martial Arts Academy Master of the Long Night Star Palace, and had killed several instructors of the Extraordinary Realm from Xingluo General Academy.

Regarding the Holy Dragon General Academy...

He had caused the death of Elder Feng Tingfu, slain the War Soul Third Prince Lu Ding, and rejected going to Holy Dragon General Academy.

Furthermore, he was a man whom Wangyou Sect Master Mo Ci wished dead, though it was unknown what offense he had caused. Thus, due to relentless pressure, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace had been forced to expel him, steering clear of these formidable threats.

Now, he was still ranked number 98 on the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List, a super genius.

And he had appeared at the entrance of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace at this moment. What did he intend to do?

After the shock, the instructor in front of him immediately asked, "Sikong Jing, have you come to the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace for a reason? I, I will notify the Palace Master now. Whether an expelled disciple can enter depends on our Palace Master’s decision."

Even the instructor of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace was nervous when facing Sikong Jing.

Even though he was merely an expelled disciple, it still required the Palace Master’s decision to deal with him.

With a slight smile, Sikong Jing replied, "There’s no need to bother the Palace Master. I am here to do just one thing, and I will leave once it’s done."

"What is it?"

The instructor immediately countered, not knowing why, a chill began to creep into his heart.

He felt that something major was about to happen; he could not help but look back at the large gate, wanting to call the people inside to come out and support him, even thinking about sending a message to the Palace Master.

But, Sikong Jing did not give him the chance.

With a slight smile, he suddenly vanished from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was next to the instructor. Then, his voice was heard beside the instructor’s ear, "Sorry about this, instructor."

After speaking, Sikong Jing gently tapped on the instructor’s shoulder, and a terrifying surge of True Qi penetrated the latter’s body.

In an instant, the meridians within the instructor’s body sprung out like tree roots, rapidly forming an unfamiliar small circle of meridians, creating an extra loop of meridians within his body.

A dangerously potent aura flowed from this loop of meridians.

In the next moment, the instructor was stunned, tremblingly asking, "Sikong Jing, what have you done to me?"

He was immensely terrified; facing Sikong Jing, he found himself utterly powerless.

"Rest assured, instructor, I have merely constructed a small mass of meridians inside your body,"

"This mass of meridians has its advantages and dangers; it can help you break through your realm, but it could also cause the explosion of your entire body’s meridians."

Sikong Jing explained with a smile, "But if you want to break through, you will need a set of methods from me to operate it."

With his mouth agape, the instructor’s expression was uglier than if he were crying.

Clearly, Sikong Jing was threatening him. If he didn’t do as instructed, his entire body’s meridians could explode. If he complied, he might gain a chance for a breakthrough.

It was too terrifying, truly too frightening. His every move had seized control over him; his methods were utterly inconceivable.