Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

The outside world remained completely unaware of the cause of Cold Hunter King's death; only a handful of people from the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds knew the truth.

"The contents above are exactly the same as the notes my father left behind," Lingling said in a heavy voice.

"Lingling, calm down. Whether this is a malicious prank or someone really knows the truth, now that this matter has been brought up again, we must investigate it thoroughly." Lin Lan pressed her shoulder.

Over the years, Lingling has never stopped searching for clues, but every time she gets to the crucial point, she is always stopped by Old Man Bao.

Old Man Bao forbade Lingling from investigating further and also forbade Mo Fan from interfering, always giving the same reason: the thing that killed the Cold Hunter King was extremely dangerous, and if one were not strong enough to investigate it, it would be tantamount to suicide.

The Red Devil is exceptionally perceptive; as you follow its trail, it also watches you intently from the darkness.

The latter half of the commission details how the Cold Hunter King tracked down the red monster, with a clear and specific process.

The most disturbing aspect is that it grows; it expands and its influence becomes increasingly terrifying.

"Tonight I must put an end to this; I cannot let it continue to expand. It is like Pandora's box, which, though not opened by me, has grown unchecked due to my negligence. I must end it all myself."

"Before setting off, I wrote this autobiography and left behind a complete copy of the Star Sea and Celestial Vein as a reward."

"I have drafted this commission and asked the Hunter Alliance to delay its release."

"My nameless hunter friend, if you are reading this letter, it means I can no longer return—I was unable to cancel the commission, nor could I eliminate that devil."

"Please finish it for me."

“I am well aware that the reward for Starsea Celestial Vein is meager compared to the dangers of this commission.”

"But please... finish it for me."

Lingling always kept a diary by her pillow, written in her father's handwriting. She never opened it, yet she didn't want to leave it behind either.

The contents of the diary were exactly the first half of the letter of authorization, word for word.

But she had never seen the latter half.

As Lin Lan spoke, Lingling's eyes gradually welled up with tears.

She never knew that the diary was not a simple record.

It was a letter of authorization, a will that Cold Hunter King had drafted before his final battle with the Red Demon, a will that was delayed in its opening.

He had foreseen the possible unforeseen events and thus made all the necessary arrangements in advance: if he could eliminate the Red Demon, he would return and cancel the commission.

If not, then use this to reveal the truth to the world and summon stronger hunters to continue the mission.

……

Red Devils.

That crimson, blood-red shadow.

Lingling didn't answer, but suddenly threw herself into Lin Lan's arms and sobbed softly like a wounded kitten.

So many years have passed, and she thought she was strong enough that even if she reread her diary, she would no longer cry all night like before.

But when I heard the complete power of attorney, especially the resolute decision of my father to pursue the enemy alone in the final moments and ultimately perish, those deep-seated sorrows surged up once again.

Perhaps even the Cold Hunter King himself never imagined that this belated commission would ultimately fall into his daughter's hands. But for Lingling, it was tantamount to tearing open a wound that had already scabbed over.

"It's okay, Lingling, I'll help you," Lin Lan patted Lingling's back to comfort her.

"Then how do we investigate the Red Devil?" Lingling asked, wiping away her tears.

When things are really at a loss, Lin Lan always has a solution.

"I think Lu Kun is the most likely candidate. He's the family head, and after so many years in the Lu family, the Red Demon is most likely him. I'll secretly go and draw some of his blood!" Lin Lan said. With Lin Lan's current level of cultivation, dealing with the Red Demon is more than enough.

By using a little planning and drawing some of Lu Kun's blood, we can find out.

……

The blood draw went very smoothly; just one drop was enough!
Even the Shadow Elders sent out by Lin Lan could not understand Lin Lan's actions.

Was he sent out just to obtain the blood of a monarch-level creature?
Fortunately, Lin Lan gave him sufficient compensation.

Lingling also confirmed this with this drop of blood.

"It really is……"

Despite having a premonition, Lingling was still deeply shocked when she confirmed the result.

Lu Kun is the Red Devils!

"Lu Kun's assets include the Mountain of Imprisonment. If Lu Kun is actually the Red Devil, there must be something there."

Wherever the Crimson Evil Pearl is, a vampire elder is also there.

The Crimson Evil Pearl is the last resort to deal with the Crimson Demon. It only needs to be modified. Of course, Lin Lan borrowed the Condensed Evil Pearl from Mo Fan before coming here.

The Crimson Demon was born from the Crimson Evil Pearl, and the Blood Fang of that vampire elder must be worth billions.

Lin Lan arrived at the mountain of imprisonment.

This mountain of imprisonment is not only a prison, but also a tightly controlled factory. The mountain itself is a concrete structure, which, through the special refining process of earth-based mages, can produce "Solid City Clay." Walls or fortifications built using this material are more than ten times stronger than ordinary concrete.

Currently, the war along the 20,000-mile coastline is intense, and the requirements for building materials in various war zones are extremely high. Ordinary building materials are as fragile as foam in the face of the sea monsters; only this magically refined clay can withstand their attacks.

Therefore, here, guards and laborers coexist, and punishment and production go hand in hand. Managers manage order, workers are responsible for basic labor, craftsmen control the refining process, and those sorcerer criminals sentenced to hard labor become the most special and important labor force in this mountain.

As Lin Lan arrived on the town streets shrouded in twilight, an elderly man in an exquisite tailcoat approached. Strangely, he wore a black and red leather jacket over his formal attire. Despite the streetlights shining directly on him, they cast no shadow whatsoever.

"Lin Lan, be careful of this person, or rather, he's not even human!" Lingling warned.

“I know, he’s a vampire elder,” Lin Lan said.

“Yes, those who have lived for over a thousand years, the ones closest to the first generation of vampires… are mostly at the same level as Bora.” Lingling nodded.

"Heh heh..." The old man in the tuxedo let out a chilling chuckle, his gaze fixed on Lin Lan, and he took a deep sniff from a distance.

“We discovered it long ago: a rat that steals its master’s blood and then tries to steal the fruit first.”

"Look at the vibrant, lively blood in your veins... Such young and powerful blood should be a prized possession in my blood wine cellar." His voice was slow and clear, with an ancient tone.

"Mortal blood is as coarse as dregs, utterly unworthy of the refined taste of a superior bloodline like mine. I truly don't understand why those young members of my kind are willing to drink such dregs of blood, and yet spend their days in hiding..."

The vampire elder's words made it clear that the Red Demon had discovered that he had been exposed.

And coincidentally, Lin Lan was sent to order Bloodfang takeout.

The vampire elder slightly raised his chin, as if stating something perfectly obvious:

"I am the Duke of Sion, born in 1029 AD, and died in..."

"Ya shi la ni!"

Lin Lan didn't bother with any more words and sent him flying with a single punch. (End of Chapter)