Chapter 469

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Chapter 469: The Gathering of Believers

In a haze, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.

The remnants of sword energy still washed over his mind, causing a faint pain. He furrowed his brows and sat up in bed, feeling incredibly weak, as if he had consumed fake alcohol.

Lin Qiye looked down and noticed that at some point, the blanket had been neatly spread over him. The slippers by the bed were aligned with their toes pointing outward, and on the small table at the head of the bed, there was a thermos. He twisted the lid open, and steam slowly rose from it.

A look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

The sword energy tide had not yet ended yesterday when he fainted, completely unaware of what happened afterward or how he returned to his room…

He glanced at the sky outside the window, got out of bed, and walked toward the training ground.

As expected, the busy Zhou Ping had already begun his daily cleaning routine. In the empty space, apart from him, there was only Jia Lan sitting beside him on a small stool.

Lin Qiye looked at the time on the wall; it was 7:07 AM. Theoretically, it should be time for class, but Zhou Ping seemed to have no intention of waking them up.

“You’re here?” Zhou Ping glanced at Lin Qiye. “Today’s class has been pushed back. We’ll start once you all wake up.”

Lin Qiye nodded, then as if recalling something, he asked, “Sword Saint, how did we get back to our rooms after the ‘Sword Energy Tide’ training yesterday?”

“She carried you all back one by one,” Zhou Ping pointed at Jia Lan.

Lin Qiye was taken aback and nodded.

So it was her…

Lin Qiye walked over and sat down on the small stool beside Jia Lan.

“Thank you for yesterday…” Lin Qiye sincerely expressed his gratitude to Jia Lan.

However, before he could finish his sentence, Jia Lan quickly turned her head away, snorted softly, and pressed her lips together, looking as if she had no intention of speaking to him.

Lin Qiye was left stunned.

What’s going on… Is she angry?

But he didn’t do anything!

Just as Lin Qiye was trying to decipher Jia Lan’s feelings, An Qingyu and Cao Yuan dragged the sleepy Bai Li Pangpang out of the room, each taking a seat on the small stools.

“How did you all come out of one room?” Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

“I don’t know. When we woke up, we were all in one room,” Cao Yuan rubbed his neck, which felt a bit stiff, and said with a strange expression, “I was fine, still in bed when I woke up, but Pangpang was sleeping on the floor…”

Lin Qiye turned to look at Jia Lan, whose expression suddenly seemed a bit guilty…

“Since everyone is here, let’s start class,” Zhou Ping dragged a cardboard box filled with novels in front of everyone. “Each person pick one book; this morning’s content will still be reading…”

…

In Lintang City.

A black car slowly drove into a dilapidated manor in the suburbs. Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat got out of the car, gazing at the ancient villa covered in vines and moss, their eyes narrowing slightly.

“This is the place that Lord Murmurs mentioned?” Shen Qingzhu looked around. “It doesn’t seem special.”

“Since Lord Murmurs chose this location, there must be a deeper meaning,” the Ninth Seat locked the car door and walked toward the villa. “Let’s go. If nothing unexpected happens, the Third Seat and the Seventh Seat should already be here.”

The two entered the villa one after the other. The floor tiles were cracked and uneven, the ceiling was covered in cobwebs, and a few mice scurried through the dim corridor. Fragmented sunlight filtered through the cracks in the walls, and vines twisted like grotesque veins, invading the walls on either side.

“This place doesn’t look like it can accommodate people…” the Ninth Seat said, somewhat surprised.

“This was never meant for people to live in.”

A lazy voice came from the end of the corridor. Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat tensed up simultaneously, squinting toward the source of the voice.

They saw a woman in a qipao standing before an ancient door, her hair slightly curled, holding a painted fan that she gently waved. Her blood-red lips curled into a smile as she looked at them.

Upon seeing that figure, the Ninth Seat relaxed.

“Seventh Seat, can you not appear like a ghost every time?” the Ninth Seat said helplessly.

The Seventh Seat put away her fan and sneered, “What? The dignified Ninth Seat of the [Believers] is afraid of ghosts? If that’s the case, you won’t be able to participate in this operation…”

“This operation is related to ghosts?” The Ninth Seat keenly caught the key point.

The Seventh Seat said nothing more, turning around with her slender figure swaying gracefully as she walked toward the room behind her. The sound of her high heels clicking against the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor.

“Bring your little friend along and come in.”

Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly but said nothing more, following the Ninth Seat into the room.

The space inside the room was much larger than Shen Qingzhu had imagined, and compared to the crumbling exterior, the furnishings here were much more complete. In the center of the moss-covered room stood a massive wooden long table, at which sat a gaunt man quietly.

Upon seeing the two enter, he lifted his drooping eyelids slightly, then averted his gaze.

“Third Seat.” The Ninth Seat raised an eyebrow upon seeing the man, then looked toward the corner of the room, where a young man in his early twenties was gazing out the window. “Who is that…”

“He’s a newcomer brought by Lord Murmurs, replacing the former Lao Han’s position. He is now the Twelfth Seat,” the Seventh Seat explained in a timely manner.

The young man turned his head, his gaze lightly sweeping over the Ninth Seat before landing on Shen Qingzhu. His eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerous glint as he seemed to be pondering something.

“A newcomer…” The Ninth Seat nodded thoughtfully. “So, apart from the First Seat, all existing members of the [Believers] are present.”

“No.”

The Third Seat, sitting at the table, suddenly spoke, “The First Seat has also arrived…”

“The First Seat is here too?” Both the Ninth Seat and the Seventh Seat displayed expressions of surprise. “Where is he?”

Although the two had been part of the [Believers] for a long time, they had rarely heard about the First Seat and had never seen his appearance. Now that the Third Seat said the First Seat had arrived, they were naturally filled with confusion.

“You don’t need to know that,” the Third Seat slowly stood up from his seat. “When it’s time for him to appear, he will naturally show up.”