Sequence Wars: The Mythical Age is Created by Me

Chapter 89 The Demons Cry Out for Me (Thanks for the monthly tickets!)

"You're awake?"

What comes into view is a dark ceiling and the smell of disinfectant.

Lin Qian was momentarily confused, not knowing what was happening to her. She remembered that she was already dead.

"Hands...what? I clearly didn't intend to move them."

The priestess forced herself to stand up.

When the nurse saw that she looked weak, she quickly ran over to support her.

"It's okay, it's safe here."

Lin Qian wanted to ask what was going on, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

She remembered being ambushed by a mandrill and nearly dying, but she was miraculously saved.

Good, she'll just keep living like this, she'll definitely be able to...

Just as Lin Qian was thinking this, the shrine maiden picked her up with her hand.

"I understand, thank you for your treatment. Could I be alone for a while?"

Ni Yao said to the nurse.

"Of course, no problem, but please be careful not to disturb the other patients."

Seeing that the girl was alright, the nurse smiled and left.

"I'm sorry, you're dead."

Ni Yao spoke to the broken jade pendant in her hand.

"Am I... dead?"

Lin Qian felt her thoughts interrupted, replaced by a tremendous sense of fear and unease.

"Is she really dead? She had so many things she wanted to do, she had barely survived that disaster, and yet she died so easily."

"I have used the power of the [Great Master of Fate] to preserve your soul. This jade pendant can nourish a person's three souls and seven spirits. As long as you stay in it, you will not dissipate. If you are willing, I will find a city god to appoint you as a wandering god. Of course, you can also wait for me to find a way to revive you."

Ni Yao's words entered Lin Qian's soul. She used witchcraft to isolate the surrounding air, preventing the sound from spreading. Only the girl's lips could be seen moving.

"No, I don't want to become a wandering god, I want to live, I want to survive."

Lin Qian could only cry out in her heart, fearing becoming someone she never understood.

"In that case, there is indeed no life born to die. Then please allow me to use your body to walk in the world and find a way to redeem you."

Ni Yao stood up, the witch's mark on her forehead flashing.

She lifted the curtain and saw the spring scenery covering the mountains outside the tent.

She is still in these mountains, more than two thousand years ago, and more than two thousand years later.

However, there are no longer any prayers or sacrifices from the great shaman here.

The only thing that hasn't changed is myself.

Ni Yao felt the power of the mountain spirit within her body and turned her gaze to the diverse crowd here.

"Lin Qian?"

A female voice came from behind her; it seemed to be someone the girl knew.

"You're finished. You're the only one left in the Geography Department's new recruit group. Let's see how you explain this to Director Zhang."

The woman's name was Zhao Na. She was also a member of the Observatory, but belonged to a different group responsible for logistical support.

The smug mockery made Ni Yao frown, but she wasn't angry. Such childlike emotions no longer made her feel anything.

She gleaned a crucial piece of information from it: she was in trouble.

If there's a problem, you have to solve it.

Before Ni Yao could think any further, several young men and women dressed in azure-colored uniforms emerged from the tent next to her. They were all descendants of powerful and wealthy families from all over the country, sent to the powerful agency of the Observatory of Astronomy to gain qualifications.

The uniforms of the Geomancy Department symbolize mountains, rivers, and clouds, and the members all have "Mountain and Sea Compass" badges embroidered on their chests, signifying that they have officially joined the Geomancy Department and begun to accumulate seniority.

These people are all in their early twenties, yet they already have their names on the most authoritative list in the country, and their future is naturally very bright.

Lin Qian's family background was much worse, and she was not in the same social circle as the other party.

"Oh, isn't this our Miss Lin? I heard you recently awakened your sequence, how come you're still so frail?"

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One of the young men, who had a sword-shaped relic hanging at his waist, scoffed, "These people know why this is the case."

The reconnaissance mission that Lin Qian's team was part of was arranged by his father, but the one who deserved to die the most was surprisingly still alive.

Lin Qian remained silent inside the jade pendant; she was terrified of these people.

Or rather, it's disgust.

Her brother was once a member of Juntian and was the most dazzling genius of the Lin family in Bianjing.

During a visit home six months ago, Bianjing witnessed the first-ever revival of the "Faceless Broken Blade of Nie Zheng," a relic of a calamity.

The revival took place in the courtyard of the Lin family's ancestral home, where Old Master Lin was sorting through antiques he had acquired from the antique market when the dagger, one of the four great assassins, was revived.

There is no doubt that this is a disaster.

Two-thirds of the Lin family members died. To prevent the situation from escalating further, Lin Qian's brother chose to resonate with a [煞]-grade relic at a critical moment, forcibly activating his true name sequence [Yue Fei].

The greatest tragedy of this type of sequence is that, as ordinary true names without original texts, they cannot access the divine and demonic form of [Yue Fei], and can only reach the human "Martial Saint" at best. Therefore, they are not much different from ordinary general name sequences, and facing a [Calamity]-grade anomaly alone is naturally fraught with danger.

Ultimately, the Ninth Bureau of Bianjing arrived and successfully retrieved the relic, but he died on the spot.

As a result, the Lin family fell into complete ruin. Through a series of underhanded operations, they were also branded with the infamy of maliciously bringing resurrection relics into the city. The rest of the Lin family suffered all kinds of contempt, and Lin Qian could only end up as a scout in the "Dragon Seeking Group," the lowest level of the Geography Department.

The period when Lin Qian first arrived at the Observatory for Archaeology was the saddest time of her life.

What made Lin Qian's eyes widen in fury was the dagger that the young man was wearing at his waist, which was emitting a faint light.

That wasn't some treasure bestowed by the Zhang family at all; it was her brother's keepsake! It was the spoils of war he earned with his life!

They took his life, tarnished his reputation, and then seized the belongings he had desperately guarded.

Lin Qian, inside the jade pendant, trembled violently with extreme anger. That sorrowful emotion, transmitted without reservation through the ancient connection, reached Ni Yao's heart.

"The blood of sinners, it is already an act of mercy from the Observatory to allow them to wear this uniform."

Young Zhang Mingyu took a step forward with a cold smile, looking down at the seemingly weak girl in front of him, his hand resting on the dagger at his waist that had brought disaster to the Lin family.

Who wouldn't want such a relic of a thousand years of history, a harbinger of disaster? He begged his grandfather for a long time to get his hands on this dagger, and the only price was that a few destitute and idle people were branded with bad names.

This deal was so worthwhile that even if Lin Qian hadn't died in the mountains and had appeared in front of him, Zhang Mingyu would only feel fortunate that he could torment this guy a little more.

A group of young men and women around him, each with a gold compass embroidered on their chest, burst into laughter, as if watching a lamb to the slaughter.

However, faced with this undisguised malice and coercion, "Lin Qian" did not show the slightest fear that they expected.

Ni Yao stood quietly in place.

Those eyes, which had spanned thousands of years and exuded an extreme coldness and compassionate divinity, did not stir up the slightest ripple. They simply gazed calmly at the group of self-proclaimed noble young people before them, as if looking at a few decaying corpses.

In the ancient past, those who deserted in battle would have their souls stripped away; those who stole the glory of warriors would be punished with the most severe form of torture, being pickled and minced.

And now, a group of ants, nurtured by worldly power, dare to act so arrogantly before her, taking advantage of their stolen glory.

"What kind of look is that?!"

Zhang Mingyu was used to the flattery and fear of people at the bottom of society. Lin Qian's indifference made him feel an inexplicable sense of irritation. He raised his hand, wanting to teach the girl a lesson.

"presumptuous."

Ni Yao didn't even raise her hand.

She merely lifted her eyelids slightly, and the nine-petaled autumn orchid pattern deep between her brows flashed open.

The pressure of the second-tier [Mountain Spirit] descended directly upon the youth.

The divine power that rules over the mountains is revealed at this moment.

Zhang Mingyu's body, which was rushing forward, suddenly froze.

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the silent camp.

The "Mountain and Sea Compass" badge, which represented his identity, shattered. This was a special derivative item that could generate a shield to protect the wearer from attacks when the wearer was injured.

However, it is clear that this derivative is far from comparable to the [Mountain Spirit].

The shattered gold threads and crystals pierced his chest, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Zhang Mingyu let out a pig-like scream, his entire body crashing heavily into the muddy puddle as if his spine had been ripped out. The stolen dagger also slipped from his hand and fell with a clatter at Ni Yao's feet.

The entire room fell silent.

The young noblemen who were laughing and joking just moments ago were now frozen in place, their faces ashen, like ducks with their necks being choked.

Zhao Na was so frightened that her legs went weak and she collapsed to the tent entrance.

Who made the move?

It's impossible that a lowly cannon fodder from the Geography Department, a girl whose first-order sequence wasn't even stable, could cripple the core disciple carefully cultivated by the Zhang family with just a glance.

Off-screen, Jiang Fan sat on a beanbag chair, watching Lin Qian's thoughts manifest as the narration on the game screen. He was indeed filled with anger.

Throughout his childhood, he rarely encountered such arrogant individuals, so when he saw those domineering people on the news disregarding the law and wantonly harming others, he didn't really feel it.

But things are different now; the plight of the weak can be resolved with video games.

In the scene, the drizzling spring rain automatically flows backward when it gets within three feet of the girl.

Ni Yao walked through the mud, yet remained spotless.

She slowly bent down and picked up the dagger from the ground with her fair, jade-like hands.

"Steal the sword of the hero, drink the blood of the loyal."

The girl's ethereal voice echoed through the valley, carrying a chilling quality.

"Your sins deserve the punishment of the karmic fires of the underworld."

She raised her head, her eyes, which once reflected the ancient stars, coldly sweeping over all the trembling noble scions present.

"Today, I am taking this item back. If there are any objections..."

Ni Yao lightly flicked the blade of the dagger with her fingertip.

A clear, resonant sword cry soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the entire surrounding mountains of the camp seemed to come alive!

Hundreds and thousands of spirits and demons hidden deep in the dense forest roared in unison the moment they sensed the wrath of the Mountain Spirit!

Terrifying demonic energy intertwined into dark, oppressive clouds, locking onto the camp.

"Feel free to try."

The entire place fell silent, with only the priestess standing proudly in the room.

As the riot broke out in the mountains, chaos suddenly erupted in the camp. Zhang Lin, the executive head of the Geography Department, rushed over and saw his nephew lying on the ground covered in blood. He was furious.

But seeing everyone's reaction and Lin Qian's figure, he still suppressed his anger.

"Mingyu, are you alright? Young man, let's talk this out, don't resort to violence."

Ni Yao nonchalantly placed the dagger and jade pendant together. All the demons obeyed her commands; this was nothing more than a sacrificial game for the gods.

Like Rias, Niya was also implanted with common sense from the modern world.

However, she herself was deeply influenced by Chu Wu's ideology, unlike Rias who quickly integrated into modern life.

Jiang Fan touched his chin.

This bald man didn't come early or late; he just ran out right after the young man was knocked down. Isn't this just taking sides?

On the other side of the camp, Su Jianyuan and the other commanders looked at the red energy dots that suddenly appeared on the screen, and were immediately puzzled.

"What on earth is happening? All the strange things in Wushan are showing signs of going berserk. Are they about to break out?"

The director of Jingchu's bureau turned pale.

"That shouldn't be the case..."

Su Jianyuan pressed his temples. He felt that the creatures in Wushan were harmonious, unlike the strange creatures formed by the resurrection of relics, which were aggressive.

"Captain Su, the girl has woken up, and... she even injured a Tier 1 [Nie Zheng]."

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The members of the [Tianwen] team came over; he had been assigned to observe Lin Qian.

"What a coincidence?"

Su Jianyuan's subconscious told him that there must be some connection between them, but the current clues were not enough to string them together.

He had suspected that Lin Qian was able to be brought out alive by Yin Panqing, and now it seems that Lin Qian may have not only had a tragic past that the aristocratic families were targeting, but may have also obtained something in Wushan.

"Captain Su, those monsters have calmed down again. It was probably just some kind of special activity just now."

"It's a young man in his late teens carrying a backpack," said one of the team members.

"I saw it too. Let's get some rest tonight. We'll go into the mountains tomorrow and settle Lin Qian into the [Tianwen] camp."

Su Jianyuan pressed his temples.

"You want to protect her?"

Tang Jingyu was somewhat surprised.

"The Lin family's situation is the result of manipulation by multiple powerful figures behind the scenes. They will not let this girl go."

"I can't protect anyone. Everyone's fate depends on their own efforts. I'm just adding new variables to their lives."

Su Jianyuan shook his head. The social classes in this era would no longer be as stable as before.

Hidden within this mountain are countless opportunities to change one's destiny. Whether it's Yin Panqing or Lin Qian, as long as they are destined for it, they can find a glimmer of hope.

And this is precisely his method of advancement, his path to promotion.

Qu Yuan was once deeply trusted by King Huai of Chu and attempted to unite with Qi against Qin, but he was slandered by treacherous officials and exiled by King Huai twice.

Ultimately, Qin general Bai Qi conquered Yingdu, the capital of Chu. The ancestral temples and tombs of the former kings of Chu were all burned down by the Qin army, and the foundation of Chu's people for centuries was destroyed.

Qu Yuan drowned himself in the river, returning his body to the Xiang River and the moon goddess, praying for divine protection of the Chu region.

To interfere with someone else's life, which was originally heading towards a bad end, and to completely derail it from its original trajectory.

This was Qu Yuan's long-cherished wish.

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