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Chapter 833: 272: It's thrilling to use a bull-cleaver to kill a chicken._3

Chapter 833: Chapter 272: It’s thrilling to use a bull-cleaver to kill a chicken._3

He had seen countless ways to die, but this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre manner of death.

He wanted to use the Memory Stone to record these runes, but found that no matter the Grade of the Memory Stone, it would explode upon contact with these runes. The Memory Stone simply couldn’t withstand an existence of this level. In attempting to transcribe them, he found he could only sketch a rough outline, much like someone painting a tiger after only seeing a cat, capturing its form but not its essence.

After pondering for a long while,

he still furrowed his brows and carefully cut a piece of fur from the abdomen of an orange cat that had the same black runes embedded in it, planning to ask around if anyone understood it. At this point, he wasn’t even sure if it was murder.

If it was murder, who would use such an inscrutable method to kill a Maid?

If it was suicide, would a True Disciple from the First Grade Continent actually harbor such a secret?

After taking care of all this, he buried the Maid and the orange cat together in the back mountains of the Chao Tian Sect and instructed Little Wolf that the grave must not be dug up, nor the contents eaten. Then he summoned Xiong Gao and asked,

“Describe the specific process in detail. When was this Disciple from the Myriad Beast Sect discovered dead?”

Xiong Gao nodded and hurriedly began, “Before we left Xuantian State to take a trip to the Qi Tian Continent, we took all the Disciples from Chao Tian Sect, including the Maids and those from the Heavenly Palace. While on the Qi Tian Continent, your seven Maids, master, took this new Maid out to have fun.”

“After my questioning just now, everything seemed normal; this new Maid also appeared to be enjoying herself, with no complaints of feeling unwell or suddenly uncomfortable. She was in very good spirits.”

“Later, when we were preparing to return, we reentered the small world and resettled everyone near the Heavenly Palace. I oversaw the entire process and, at that time, this new Maid of yours was still acting normally, without anything unusual. But soon after, a Maid came to me reporting that black qi was emanating from the room where this True Disciple from the Myriad Beast Sect had been sleeping. After knocking for a long time with no response, I pushed the door open to check and then saw that the girl was already lying in bed, lifeless.”

“Understood.”

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. So, there had been no signs at all; her death was sudden. If there was any external stimulating factor, it would have been the trip to the Qi Tian Continent.

When he had scanned the corpse of the Disciple from the Myriad Beast Sect with his Divine Sense a moment ago, he could clearly feel that the dark, rust-like runes were emanating from inside out. That meant the likelihood of murder was almost zero. Instead, this True Disciple from the Myriad Beast Sect must have carried some sort of curse. This curse might not have shown any reaction under normal circumstances, but with external stimuli, like a trip to the Qi Tian Continent, it could suddenly erupt.

Leaving her with no place to rest after death.

This hypothesis held a non-negligible probability. The only incongruity was the feeling that these runes were of a very high Grade. Who would place such a high-Grade curse on a True Disciple from the Myriad Beast Sect?

Was she worth it?

…

“There’s no question of worthiness.”

In the back mountains of Ling Pavilion on the Jiang Taiping Continent, Ling Shiqi stood beside a spring, looking down at a number of little ants on the ground. With a calm expression, he took out a Divinity Transformation Grade talisman from his chest and smashed it down. As the dust settled, the ants had naturally perished long ago.

“Just like these ants, they would never believe that someone would attack them with a Divinity Transformation Grade talisman because their lives are worth much less than such a talisman.”

“But in reality, for me, a Divinity Transformation Grade talisman is not of much value. What matters is if I like using it. Ants often think that the strong would not use a great sword to kill a chicken, but in fact, what the strong enjoy most is doing just that.”

“Since I have taken action, I naturally will not be merciful. Now that Chen Qiu has stolen my opportunity, he must be ready to be my enemy. Isn’t that how the laws of this world work?”

Standing to one side, his friend sighed with emotion, “Seventh brother, Chen Qiu truly deserves to die. That opportunity was clearly in your hands first, but he still had to jump the queue. For a native of the Second Grade Continent, enduring Seventh brother’s thunderous wrath must far exceed his limit.”

“So be it.”

Ling Shiqi, hands clasped behind his back, gazed into the distance and said softly, “A long time ago, an ancient powerhouse from a higher level Continent spoke a famous phrase, ‘What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.’ This sentence has inspired countless people to move forward through setbacks.”

“To me, it is the same. Just a minor setback, I don’t take it to heart.”

“Once this affair is over…”

Before Ling Shiqi could finish, his friend suddenly interrupted with an embarrassed tone, “Uh, Seventh brother, I have to go home for dinner. For some reason, my great-grandfather suddenly urged me to come home immediately for an important banquet.”

Ling Shiqi, whose sentiments had been interrupted, lost the desire to continue and merely gestured with a wave of his hand that his friend could leave, while he stayed behind to contemplate for a while longer.

Not long after his friend left,

endless black clouds enveloped the entire back mountains of Ling Pavilion, and a Storm raged forth, with rolling Heavenly Thunder, turning night into day.

That night!

All those near Ling Pavilion realized what true daylight was and witnessed what might be the most spectacular thunderstorm of their lives. How can one describe such a scene? Countless dreadful Heavenly Thunders, slicing through the skies and striking down towards Ling Pavilion’s airspace.