Cosmic Demon

Chapter 220 Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy, Here to Slay the Ship!
The sudden sound from outside the door was like a death knell, startling Ying Lin so much that he jumped up from the sofa.

In a panic, he lunged to the side and pulled out the pistol he usually kept in the folds of his books.

With a panicked expression, he headed straight for the door!

Who?
Who dares to break in here!

The Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy has come to claim my life!
Ying Lin stared intently in that direction, as if a man-eating monster stood outside the door.

They could burst in at any moment, skin you alive, tear you to pieces.

"Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy... It's finally here! This day has finally come!"

Ying Lin let out a nervous laugh, his pupils bloodshot.

He hadn't slept for days, relying on illegal drugs to maintain his heightened state.

He was abandoned by his family and completely lost hope of returning to Haizhou...

These things made Ying Lin tense, as if he had one foot on the edge of a cliff, and his whole body was about to fall.

Luo Bing's suggestion gave him a glimmer of hope.

Like a drowning person who has fallen into the sea, grasping at a straw for salvation.

If we abandon the family's intention to reconcile with the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy, perhaps there is still a chance for things to turn around!
Instead, Luo Bing betrayed him and stabbed him in the back!
Until the words "Nanhuang Taoist Temple" reached my ears.

The explosion resounded in my heart!
Ying Lin's string was firmly stretched and could not be loosened.

It seems to have finally broken down!

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy..."

Ying Lin brandished a gun and shouted. He had been trapped in the Little Red Building for years, like a prisoner waiting to be executed. He had had enough.

Countless times in the middle of the night, he would suddenly wake up as if he were in a nightmare!
The bloody scene of the master of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy driving his divine machine, trampling the manor on the banks of the Songgu River, and turning the direct descendants of the Ying family into mincemeat kept flashing through his mind.

Especially the look of fear in Qi Ge's eyes before his death was something Ying Lin could never forget.

Any noise outside his window in the early morning made him extremely nervous.

Under such intense pressure, Ying Lin quickly fell into the abyss of illicit drugs.

He needed to use this to numb himself and alleviate the uncontrollable, soul-stirring tremor.

"Come on! I'm here, I won't run away..."

Ying Lin was trembling all over, his hands gripping the pistol tightly.

Bang!
The heavy solid wood door looked as if it had been blasted open by a cannonball.

It exploded from the outside, sending debris flying everywhere!

A tall, imposing figure strode in, his movements exuding a powerful aura.

Push away the rising smoke and dust to avoid getting them on your body.

"Since you're home, why don't you come and open the door? Being so slow and shouting shows a complete lack of hospitality."

Qin Shi stepped into the small red building, walked around the entrance hall, and calmly gazed at Ying Lin:

"The Ying family's education was very inadequate."

bang bang bang-

Seeing Qin Shi enter the house without any hindrance, it was as if he had returned to his own home.

As if provoked, Ying Lin pulled the trigger and raised his wrist repeatedly.

Several metal bullets tore through the air and flew toward Qin Shi's body as he walked toward him.

"Your aim is terrible, Young Master Ying."

Qin Shi did not dodge, letting the bullets hit his school uniform.

It barely touched the edge, then, as if losing its momentum, it clattered and fell to the ground.

The surging life force accumulated in the self-cultivation furnace releases a brilliant radiance.

Let alone small-caliber bullets, even powerful armor-piercing bullets...

They were also unable to penetrate the faintly existing "barrier" that lay before them.

Qin Shi stepped onto the soft carpet and approached Ying Lin.

The latter was like a lamb retreating into a corner, the pistol in his hand offering no sense of security.

boom!
It was as if he had returned to that night at the Songgu Riverside Manor, and an intense fear with nowhere to escape suddenly gripped Ying Lin's heart.

He fired another shot, but Qin Shi caught the bullet steadily, as if the flattened bullet was held between his two fingers, emitting a golden light.

"Are there any other methods?"

Qin Shi loosened his grip, and the bullet bounced twice on the carpet.

Because of his height, his calm eyes looked down at Ying Lin with a slightly condescending gaze.

"Senior Brother Shen, it was truly a shame that you died."

This direct descendant of the Ying family looked haggard, with deep bags under his eyes. His breathing was short and weak, and his vital energy was scarce, with more being consumed than replenished.

It's hard to imagine that Shen Changyuan, the second senior brother who was originally chosen by Lao Zhang as the successor of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, was ultimately tricked by this kind of person and lost his life in vain.

“I didn’t want to! It was Brother Qi who said that if we succeeded in this, we would gain the family’s attention and our contributions would rise to another level… I didn’t participate in Shen Changyuan’s death! I really didn’t!”

Ying Lin's throat bobbed. In his eyes, Qin Shi's image overlapped with that of the Southern Huang Martial Arts School Master who leaped out of the Divine Machine and whose white hair danced wildly.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, extremely cold, and could barely breathe normally.

"Those things are unimportant. The reputation of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy needs to be stained with the blood of the Ying family."

"That debt from Senior Brother Shen will have to be collected later."

Qin Shi shook his head and raised his hand to press down on Ying Lin.

His entire body trembled, his radiance shone, and a scorching aura enveloped his palm.

"If the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy sheds a drop of blood, its enemies will have to keep a head."

Even members of the Ying family are no exception. That's the rule!

……

……

Education Department Building.

Mo Qihuan answered the phone, and his secretary stood silently to the side without leaving.

"Okay, I understand. We must nip this kind of heinous incident in the bud! And we must deal with it seriously!"

A moment later, he hung up the call and looked up at his secretary.

The latter said:
"Twenty minutes ago, Taijun deactivated the defensive resources at the Little Red Building and marked Qin Shi as a 'person on the pass list'."

Mo Qihuan sighed softly:

"We all told Yinglin not to act rashly, but he insisted on courting death, and now look what's happened..."

The secretary comforted her:
"Director, you have done your best. It is Ying Lin's own fault for not living up to his potential. Moreover, the fact that the Ying family has expressed a willingness to reconcile undoubtedly means that they want to abandon Ying Lin."

Mo Qihuan shook his head and said:

"Being abandoned by the Ying family is different from dying in Hengzhou."

Even if the Ying family and the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy reconcile, Ying Lin will be kicked aside, and his worst fate will be to be exiled to a more remote border region.

But the Ying family would not accept their own direct descendants easily paying with their lives. That was their bottom line!

The secretary said helplessly:
"Director, everything the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy does is compliant and legal, and there's nothing we can do to stop it."

Ying Lin sent assassins to intercept Qin Shi's aircraft, but this was not done carefully. The Security Department quickly discovered the clues and the evidence was conclusive.

The successor of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy, using his authority, donned armor and wielded weapons, and without any restrictions, entered the small red building, which belonged to the 'defense zone'.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with the process..."

Mo Qihuan got up and walked to the French windows, his eyelids drooping, as if he were thinking:
"Ying Huang's arrival in Hengzhou has added many variables. He has caused the Ying family to have differing attitudes, and even Ying Lin's death may have been orchestrated by Ying Huang. Without his help, it would be difficult for the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy to break through the Little Red Building's defensive iron curtain."

The secretary asked, puzzled:

"Ying Huang is the first in line to inherit the throne, and Ying Lin is not worth his time to scheme against."

Mo Qihuan remained silent, his hands behind his back gently twitching.

He had vaguely heard rumors that Yinghuang was getting close to the restoration faction in the capital.

I didn't pay attention at the time, just thinking of it as a betting activity.

"The turmoil at the top has even affected Hengzhou."

Mo Qihuan's eyes flickered. His original plan was to stall until the Seventh Battle Group arrived in Hengzhou, and see if he could use their strength to suppress the Nanhuang Dojo, and then send Ying Lin away.

As long as Ying Lin survives, his cooperation with Ying Xiao will be complete. But right now, Qin Shi, the successor of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, has entered the Little Red Building.

With Ying Lin's limited abilities, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape.

"Yinghuang, oh Yinghuang, this move you made is truly a headache."

Mo Qihuan squinted, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The towering buildings and transportation lines stretched out like a sea of ​​steel and people.

The scenery on the other side seems to be getting further and further away.

"Did you send a message to Ying Xiao?"

Mo Qihuan asked.

"It was sent out ten minutes ago, using the highest level of emergency encryption."

The secretary replied.

"Then it should be soon."

Mo Qihuan looked up at the sky. Tonight was exceptionally long. The lights of the city center illuminated the dark sky as if it were daytime.

Ying Lin's father, Ying Xiao, was one of the few hawks among the Ying family members.

The future prospects of the direct descendants of the Ying family generally fall into two categories.

Alternatively, they could form a team, join the great expansion movement, and proactively go to places outside Haizhou to develop business and expand their influence;
Alternatively, they could respond to the vigorous expeditionary movement of Dongxia, voluntarily serve in the war group, and undergo the tempering of blood and fire.

This is the only two way out for direct descendants.

As for seeking a seat in the Imperial Capital Council of 800?
That means they must become the first-order successor.

Direct descendants have absolutely no chance of getting involved; it's practically a pipe dream.

Ying Xiao chose the second option back then, taking a conscription spaceship to the Black Xie Starfield.

This unconventional member of the Ying family did not achieve his goal of rising rapidly through the ranks of the army.

Instead, he was expelled from the Ninth Battle Group for repeatedly violating discipline and causing trouble.

Now, he operates under the guise of a private security company, traversing the Black Xie Starfield.

Occasionally, he would act as an "agent," doing dirty and tiring work for the Ninth War Group.

Is Heishui located near Hengzhou?

Mo Qihuan asked again.

"That's right, they just got a job cleaning up the spies and moles that the Chaos Pillars have planted in the Four Alliances region."

This kind of thing doesn't really have any 'humanitarian' considerations, so it needs to be handled by private military and security companies like Blackwater.

The secretary reviewed the Security Department's records and then spoke.

"That's good. Let them collect Ying Lin's body quickly. I wonder how Ying Xiao will react. Both of his sons died at the hands of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy."

The previous Ying Qi was quite capable, but he was trampled into mincemeat by Shen Ji. Ying Xiao was furious and almost overturned the table at the family meeting if it weren't for the elders holding him back.

This Yinglin, though useless, is still my own son..."

Mo Qihuan pondered that if Ying Xiao were to storm Hengzhou and cause trouble, he could restrain the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy.

Maybe I can retire peacefully.

He was well aware of the rules set by that vicious man from the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy.

A disciple's blood is an enemy's head.

In the past, with Ying Lin standing in front of him, Mo Qihuan was able to remain firmly in the position of Secretary for Education.

Now that the former is gone, the next blood debt should be sought from oneself.

"Hengzhou is still under lockdown, so it will be difficult for Blackwater's spaceship to land."

The secretary reminded.

"First, we approved the project, then we put it out to tender. We used the expedited process and handled it as a special case, so that Blackwater could take the business."

"For example, with the large-scale development of Hengzhou imminent, we need 'sweepers'."

Mo Qihuan seemed to have considered this beforehand and spoke directly.

"Ok."

The secretary quietly withdrew.

Mo Qihuan stood alone in the magnificent office, his gaze sweeping over every corner.

In ten days, I will be able to retire with honor, board the flagship of the Seventh Battle Group and head to the capital to spend the rest of my life in peace and comfort.

"Can I get to the other side...?"

Mo Qihuan looked calm as he gazed at the Central City model on the corner of his desk, lost in thought.

……

……

Beyond Hengzhou lies a vast sea of ​​stars.

From above, it looks like a huge, yellowish-brown glass marble.

On a cosmic scale, this is a satellite fortress that is relatively "close" to Hengzhou Nova.

The Blackwater, flying a three-wave flag, captured an encrypted message.

The content is very simple.

Ying Lin died at the Taoist temple in Nanhuang.

The communications officer responsible for receiving the message quickly translated the radio signal and transmitted it to the upper compartment.

"The boss's son has died again."

With his legs crossed and his head in his hands, a bearded man with a pipe dangling from his mouth was receiving the radio message translated by the communications soldier when his brows furrowed involuntarily.

"What do you mean by 'again'? Old Jiang, that's not a pleasant thing to hear."

The tall, thin, bald man next to him reminded him.

He was nearly two meters tall, with arms that reached his knees, and silver rings hanging from his earlobes.

A very typical image of a psionicist.

“The boss’s son died last time. This time, he’s lost one again. I’m sure I’m right to say ‘again.’”

The bearded man pulled his legs back and placed them on the metal floor, then turned to the communications soldier and said:

"Tell the boss that his second son has died. Ask him what to do."

If there's anything the Blackwater needs to do, I'd be happy to!

The resupply process has been taking too long, and I'm getting bored; I need to find something to do!

The bearded man, with a pipe dangling from his mouth, took a couple of puffs and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"What if the boss asked you to drive the Blackwater to Hengzhou Rising Star and raze the Nanhuang Martial Arts Hall to the ground?"

"I asked the bald man."

"I couldn't be happier! I've always loved excitement... I've even been with the Star God's Familiar, so why would I be afraid of a Grandmaster from the Southern Huang Dojo who's about to die?"

The bearded man grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.

"Once you truly encounter a grandmaster, you won't think like that anymore..."

Before the bald man could finish speaking, alarms suddenly sounded in all the cabins of the Blackwater, and the flashing red lights surprised everyone.

They should be safe staying in the satellite fortress.

Who would dare to break into this place and rob us?
Even those cosmic behemoths who traverse the Milky Way might not be able to do such a thing.

The bearded man lunged at the control panel and activated the holographic projection.

He saw a faint red light emerge from the dark universe.

It grew larger and larger, spreading outwards like blinding flames.

Only when he got very close could the bearded man see clearly.

It was a divine machine!
Eight pairs of wings, resembling flowing flames, unfolded one after another, releasing an immense and terrifying aura.

The massive "spine" on its back carries energy cores that spew out powerful energy.

The sky-blue body is lithe and slender, and the life radiance gathered by the pilot is like a silk ribbon wrapped around his body, like a deity wearing a divine halo!

The white-haired old man, exuding a fierce and arrogant aura, was enveloped within the divine mechanism.

His eyes were wide open in anger, like those of a Vajra:
"Southern Huang Dojo, here to destroy the ship! Anyone who dares to stop me!"

(End of this chapter)