115: Delegated Death

Inside the quiet room of the inn, the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Su Meier stared blankly at the transmission jade slip.

That line of icy text was like a poisonous needle, piercing her eyes.

The color drained from her devastatingly beautiful face at a visible speed.

Finally, only a shocking pallor remained.

"Blood Soul Old Ancestor..."

Her red lips moved slightly, uttering four words with a tremor she hadn't even noticed herself.

That wasn't a name.

It was a symbol representing endless fear and pain.

A madman who found pleasure in tormenting Divine Souls.

And Yan Ziyue, that woman from Tianji Pavilion, actually specified for Lin Gou to die at the hands of such a complete Devil Head.

This wasn't a commission.

This was murder.

"No!"

Su Meier suddenly stood up, her movement so forceful that she even knocked over the teacup beside her.

The scalding tea splashed onto her hand, but she seemed oblivious.

She snatched the jade slip from Lin Gou's hand, her peach blossom eyes, usually so captivating, now filled with unprecedented panic and fury.

This was the first time she had ever gotten angry at Lin Gou.

"You're crazy!"

Her voice was sharp, even cracking slightly.

"Do you have any idea what the Blood Soul Old Ancestor is?!"

"His Divine Ability directly attacks the Origin of the Divine Soul! What if... what if something goes wrong with your resurrection?"

"That bitch Yan Ziyue, she's not buying an image at all; she's experimenting with your life!"

"She wants to see if you can still survive when faced with such a certain death situation!"

Su Meier's chest heaved violently.

She had never been so flustered.

For hundreds of years, she had played with people's hearts, viewing men as mere playthings in her palm, never truly caring for anyone.

But now, an emotion called "fear" gripped her heart tightly, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She was scared.

She was afraid that this man, the only one who could make her feel at ease, would truly die at the hands of that Old Devil Head and never return.

This fear was so real, so intense.

So intense that it felt alien to her.

Lin Gou watched her silently.

Watching the panic in her eyes, listening to the concern in her words.

A warm current quietly flowed through his heart.

At the same time, in his mind, the cold System interface slowly revealed a line of preview prompts glowing crimson.

"[Detected a potential SSS-level death event: Divine Soul annihilated by the Nascent Soul Stage Demonic Path Cultivation Technique 'Myriad Souls Devouring Body Curse'.]"

"[Estimated reward preview: 1. Nascent Soul-level Soul Dao insight (extremely high purity); 2. High-grade Demonic Soul attack resistance (permanent); 3. Special Soul Dao secret technique fragment.]"

The risk was fatal.

But the reward was enough to elevate him to the heavens in one step.

Lin Gou's gaze did not waver in the slightest; instead, it became even more resolute.

He looked at Su Meier and spoke each word clearly.

"Fortune favors the bold."

"The Dao, likewise."

These eight words struck Su Meier's heart heavily.

She looked at Lin Gou in disbelief, the anger in her eyes gradually replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

She knew she couldn't persuade him.

Once this man made a decision, no one could change it.

Crazy, yet stubborn.

Tears, finally, uncontrollably, streamed from those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Silent weeping was more heartbreaking than any fierce argument.

Lin Gou's heart softened.

He walked forward, extended his hand, and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.

His movements were light and soft.

"Don't worry."

His tone also softened.

"I never do anything I'm not confident in."

He gazed into her tear-filled eyes, a familiar, slightly teasing smile playing on his lips.

"As a director, I can't bear to abandon my golden producer."

This promise, light as it was, carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

It dispelled the chill in Su Meier's heart, leaving her unable to utter any words of rebuttal.

She could only bite her lip tightly, letting the tears flow.

In her heart, however, a decision was quietly made.

Since she couldn't stop him from going to his death.

Then she would do everything she could to increase his chances of survival.

Even if only by a tiny bit... The plan quickly unfolded.

Su Meier quoted an exorbitant price, enough to drive any Nascent Soul Cultivator mad.

Yan Ziyue's side didn't hesitate in the slightest, paying three-tenths of the deposit on the spot.

Su Meier utilized all her intelligence networks, expending immense favors and costs to acquire everything about the Blood Soul Old Ancestor.

His whereabouts, preferences, Cultivation Technique flaws.

Every piece of information could be crucial to the success or failure of the plan.

The core of the plan, from the very beginning, was not combat.

But rather how to create the perfect "stage" to make the Blood Soul Old Ancestor willingly use his most spectacular and most deadly signature Cultivation Technique.

The "Myriad Souls Devouring Body Curse."

Soon, a false rumor began to circulate near the "Black Wind Domain," where the Blood Soul Old Ancestor was in secluded cultivation.

"The 'Soul Nurturing Sacred Lotus,' which blooms once every three thousand years, is about to appear in the Blood Soul Pond deep within the Black Wind Domain!"

For the Blood Soul Old Ancestor, who desperately needed to nourish his Divine Soul, this was a deadly poison.

He would definitely come.

The bait had been cast.

At the entrance of a valley in the Black Wind Domain, where the Yin wind howled.

A highly incongruous figure appeared here.

He wore a dazzlingly luxurious brocade robe, with numerous top-grade jade pendants hanging from his waist, and an air of ignorant arrogance on his face.

It was Lin Gou, after his disguise.

In his hand, he held a "Soul Nurturing Sacred Lotus" replicated with System Materials, emitting a powerful Divine Soul aura that was indistinguishable from the real thing.

Lin Gou stood conspicuously at the mouth of the valley, swaggering openly.

He had made himself the brightest bait in the dark night.

He was waiting.

Time passed, minute by minute.

In the air, a faint, nauseatingly sweet smell of blood began to permeate.

He's here.

Suddenly.

An indescribable terrifying pressure, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, descended from the heavens!

Chilling, tyrannical, resentful.

As if thousands of wronged souls were screaming simultaneously in his ears.

A gaunt figure in blood-red robes appeared silently before Lin Gou.

It was the Blood Soul Old Ancestor.

His gaze immediately fell on the "Soul Nurturing Sacred Lotus," and his ghost-fire-like eyes instantly erupted with extreme greed and ecstasy.

"Jie jie jie jie..."

A dry and piercing cackle sounded.

"To think that the sacred object I've been searching for a hundred years would be personally delivered to my mouth by a clueless little brat."

His gaze then fell on Lin Gou's "tender and delicate" body.

"What a pure Primordial Spirit, an excellent tonic."

Lin Gou's body "trembled" just right, and he shouted, feigning bravery:

"You... who are you! How dare you touch me? My father is a Soul Transformation Cultivator!"

This clumsy threat thoroughly pleased the Blood Soul Old Ancestor.

"Soul Transformation Cultivator?"

"Jie jie, very good, what I like most is to torture and kill the descendants of those so-called Prodigies."

He decided he would thoroughly "process" this interesting plaything before him.

The Blood Soul Old Ancestor slowly opened his cracked mouth.

And gently exhaled.

A black torrent composed of countless twisted, pained human faces, surged overwhelmingly towards Lin Gou.

Myriad Souls Devouring Body Curse!

Facing this terrifying sight that could make any Golden Core cultivator's Dao Heart collapse.

Lin Gou slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, a subtle, unnoticed curve, filled with anticipation and madness, appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Come on.

Welcome this pre-ordained, exquisitely painful feast of death.