How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!

She had already warned him of the severe consequences.

Yet he still plucked such a precious Heavenly Star Tear, severing his own path of cultivation...

For a moment, the heart of Saintess Qian Ling surged with emotion.

She was shaken by his talent, lamented the breaking of his path, and could not comment on his foolishness...

"I'm sorry!"

Saintess Qian Ling fixed her gaze on his face: "You're saying sorry to me?"

"Yes, in this world, only two people had high hopes for my cultivation path, and you're one of them!" Lin Xiaosu said, "I failed your expectations, so I should apologize."

"Two people, who else?"

"Blue Demon! Only she knows everything." Lin Xiaosu replied.

Saintess Qian Ling gently exhaled: "The person you're saving is Chang Ye, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"She to you... she is actually that important to you!" Saintess Qian Ling initially posed a question, but midway, she adjusted it to an exclamation.

Because for this matter, there was no need to ask, only to marvel at it.

To be able to make him sever his cultivation path and insist on pulling her back by force, how could she not be important? She is the most important person!

"I think, what it means to be human is to have a few lines one cannot cross in one's heart." Lin Xiaosu said, "I couldn't watch her die in front of me... and remain indifferent."

"'Upon stepping onto the cultivation path, there is no more passion in the world,' this saying has become a golden rule on the path of cultivation, and the reason is right here: Cultivators might not truly be devoid of emotions, but they dare not have too many, because they know that as long as they hold onto these 'emotions,' they will choose wrongly when faced with a decision."

"What is right? What is wrong?" Lin Xiaosu gazed toward the sky: "To be born in this world, sometimes it's not about right or wrong, just peace of mind."

Saintess Qian Ling gently lifted the teacup: "The past is gone, entangling is pointless, have a drink. This cup, I toast to you!"

Lin Xiaosu raised his teacup, lightly clinked it with hers, and took a sip.

"When you return, I will go with you!" Saintess Qian Ling said.

"Leaving the life in Luoba State behind?"

Saintess Qian Ling smiled lightly: "Completely turning this page!"

"Why make such a choice?"

"Because here, I can't find a fool like you!" Saintess Qian Ling smiled softly: "I think perhaps by Tashan Lake, I can see more of you."

Lin Xiaosu laughed: "Seems like, I'm actually not that foolish! I only used one drop of Heavenly Star Tear to trade for a loved one's safety, my own peace of mind, and also managed to whisk you away!"

Saintess Qian Ling laughed, her smile extraordinarily pure.

Lin Xiaosu looked up, observing the small wooden house.

This small wooden house was exceptionally elegant and unique.

His fingers lightly traced the distinctively textured wooden table: "You put a lot of thought into this small house."

"Yes! In the Narans Family's castle, I couldn't stay a single day, so I could only stay here, naturally making a tiny renovation." Saintess Qian Ling said.

"Once we leave, the small house can't be taken with us." Lin Xiaosu said: "Would you mind if it's destroyed?"

"It doesn't matter!" Saintess Qian Ling was a bit puzzled; she didn't quite understand why Lin Xiaosu said this. Once they leave, they'd never return. What problem does this small wooden house present?

"Then I'll lend a hand and destroy it for you!" Lin Xiaosu flicked his finger, and a hundred-luobi bill shot from his hand, nailing to the wall in front.

Saintess Qian Ling's brow slightly furrowed: "What are you..."

Lin Xiaosu said: "In at most an hour, a missile will fall from the sky! Let's go!"

Saintess Qian Ling's complexion subtly changed.

Three minutes later, they descended the hill, and ten minutes later, they reached a mountaintop, from where the small wooden house appeared tiny and serene.

Half an hour passed.

Eight figures appeared within their sight.

Each of these eight was exceedingly skilled, moving through the night like ghosts.

If they were still in the small house, they might not have noticed these eight arriving.

A small black dot suddenly appeared in the sky.

The small black dot rapidly expanded.

It was... a missile!

With a thunderous boom, the location of the small wooden house was completely flattened, everything ripped apart, including the house itself, the flooring, the foundation beneath the small wooden house, and even a large tree three meters away from the house—all torn apart, flames soaring to the sky, consuming everything.

The eight figures simultaneously leaped, forming an encirclement.

However, within the encirclement, there was no sign of life.

The eight carefully searched, using instruments for precise detection, and finally found a fingernail-sized scorched yellow paper piece.

This was a remnant of a luobi.

Saintess Qian Ling gently let out a breath: "Did that luobi have a tracker?"

"Yes!"

"You destroyed my small wooden house this way?"

"Yes, to prevent you from sitting by Tashan Lake living, always thinking that there's still a small wooden house here. So, I cut off your retreat, making sure that from now on, you can only stay by Tashan Lake."

Saintess Qian Ling was almost at a loss for words.

In the ancient estate, under the night sky, the Fog Heavenly King seemed to have hidden himself in the mist entirely.

The subordinates reported that the tracker appeared at a small wooden house, so a missile was precisely launched, blowing up the small wooden house, with eight masters cleaning up the aftermath.

In the end, they cleaned up an emptiness.

What is this called?

This is mockery!

This is ridicule!

This is even more so an announcement!

Lin Xiaosu discovered the tracker, deliberately exposing it as he told her: When it comes to tactics, I excel at everything compared to you!

Fog Heavenly King felt a sense of helplessness.

In the past, she had never felt this way.

But, as Lin Xiaosu entered Luoba State, and engaged in a complete game with her, she felt a sense of helplessness.

Clearly, she had the advantage of timing, geography, and harmony.

Yet, the final result was one-sided.

Everything he planned succeeded.

Everything she planned failed.

Is Fog Heavenly King still the brains of such a mysterious organization like Nine Headed Snake?

Is he not clearly the fool being manipulated by him?

This crushing defeat in tactics truly broke Fog Heavenly King's defenses…

But she never imagined that this series of divine operations was merely an appetizer…

The upcoming play is the true beginning!

Jingnai City.

Inside the tavern.

Blue Demon, at this moment, seemed like a college graduate, sitting in a chair, intensely focused on the projection generated in the air.

The work she was about to undertake appeared very low-end.

It's nothing more than hacking into someone's Twitter account and posting a message.

This person is the owner of a pharmaceutical company in Ruili Country, named Crete.

Crete, besides being a social activist, had 3.3 million followers on his Twitter account.

On his Twitter account, he posted environmental and public welfare videos, having quite an influence in the Western World.

However, no one knows he was part of Nine Headed Snake.

Blue Demon just recently discovered this, how did she learn about it?

Lin Xiaosu's secondary deity interrogation of Davis—he named over a dozen people, a few of whom were quite influential, like…Crete.

It took only three minutes for Blue Demon to successfully crack Crete's account password.

She gained the privilege to post videos.

Then, she prepared to post a video.

She stared at Crete's HD image for a while—her physique, her face, her attire completely changed.

The projection in Dragon Eye switched to Crete's usual background of a casual tea room.

Then the image generation began…

Soon, a tweet was sent out through Crete's account!

"Dear friends, I swear by the sacred reputation of the Ruili Prona family, every word I say next is true!" In the video, Crete's voice was filled with a sense of age, his demeanor full of sincerity: "I was controlled by Nine Headed Snake. The POR pharmaceutical company I founded has always been working for Nine Headed Snake. Eleven years ago, to acquire 800 acres of land along the Jingnai Seine River, I personally orchestrated the 'Dulles Tragedy,' causing the death of seventy-three people. These seventy-three were first poisoned, then left to burn alive in the fire scene. I have undergone moral judgment, tormented day and night. I stained the sacred lineage of the Prona family. I will spend the rest of my life testifying against the evil Nine Headed Snake and personally bring the mastermind to trial as my atonement…"

Video sent!

In a moment, views reached over ten thousand!

Comments appeared…

"Nine Headed Snake, indeed this evil organization!"

"Nine Headed Snake, the enemy of humanity!"

"Mr. Crete found his way back, impressive!"

"Supporting you!"

"Support!"

"Like and share…"

Shares began to skyrocket; clicks became increasingly fierce. Comments quickly surpassed a thousand, three thousand, five thousand…

The online frenzy rapidly shifted offline.

Jingnai, this metropolis closely tied to the news, went crazy offline…

In the taverns and hotels, countless people jumped up angrily…

Regarding the Dulles Tragedy, even if others aren't sure, who in Jingnai doesn't know?

At that time, for land acquisition to build the POR company's research base, an exceptionally tragic incident erupted. A mysterious fire claimed the lives of over seventy people. The police later investigated it as an accidental fire. The insurance company paid fully compensated, considering the matter settled. But, after eleven years, the incident revealed to be a plot by Nine Headed Snake.

Those over seventy people, they have descendants.

They also have family and friends.

These descendants and close friends, their hearts filled with rage at the first moment…

POR company, completely shocked.

Newcomers were confused.

The company's higher-ups, who saw the frantically shared video immediately, all trembled with fear. Only they knew the facts in the message were true.

POR company was indeed part of Nine Headed Snake.

The Dulles Tragedy back then was indeed planned to build the research center.

However, they couldn't understand why the company founder would do something so drastic, directly publishing such a secretive message, instantly knocking POR company from heaven into hell.

Crete, vacationing in West You Country, received a phone call!

As the call came, Crete was completely confused, springing up from the beach lounge chair: "What? I posted a message? No way!"

"No?" The voice on the other end was extremely stern: "Check your account yourself!"

Crete tapped his finger; the video appeared in the void on his Twitter account. Crete's face turned as pale as paper, trembling slightly: "Fabricated! It's completely fabricated!"

"Immediately delete the video! Immediately post a correction! Right now!" The voice in the phone was filled with murderous intent.