Chapter 407
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Chapter 407: Change of Number!
"Simozi, stay here and don’t move. I’ll go bring your body back."
"Brother, can you please stop saying such scary things seriously?"
Bai Wei gently touched his sister’s head and glanced down at Guan Ling’s curvy figure.
"There’s a sudden feeling of you growing up, and I’m not quite used to it. It’s better if my sister remains a little smaller."
"Brother! Grow!"
"Ahahaha, I can’t lie now, it comes from the heart. Gotta go!"
Bai Wei clenched his fist, leaped onto the tiger’s back, and Crouching Tiger roared as they headed straight for the center of the Broken Paradise.
After Bai Wei left, Yagyū Simozi turned his attention to the remaining two.
Hatsurai Wagaizuma was circling the body of the dragon, seeming very interested. The ancient dragon corpse was completely dead, its insides cleaned out, and its flesh had dried up. Only a layer of bones remained wrapped in a layer of skin and scales. She only touched it briefly and the dragon scales cut her fingertip, surprised by its amazing defense and counterattack power. So she was wondering whether or not to cut off a piece and attach it to her beloved guitar, giving herself some fighting ability in the future.
Michelle, on the other hand, was lost in thought.
She was caught in a whirlpool of thoughts, constantly pondering unsolvable questions.
It is known that Bai Wei is a member of Black Rose; it is known that Black Rose is unaware of Mr. Devil’s existence.
Combining the two points above, we can draw a conclusion…
Michelle sighed softly and said, "How could this happen?"
She still didn’t believe it, still held onto her doubts. As long as Bai Wei doesn’t completely deny it, he still has a high suspicion.
Michelle needed to make things clear. Even if Black Rose is unaware, it doesn’t mean he isn’t Mr. Devil. Maybe Mr. Devil is a code name within Black Rose, like "Whiskey"?
But there are too many possibilities, just guesses built on guesses. It’s all just pure speculation.
Yagyū Simozi walked over and asked, "What did you talk about with your brother?"
"Just some small things." Michelle whispered, "Simozi, does your brother… know magic?"
"My brother is a warrior, how could he possibly know magic?" Yagyū Simozi rested their chin on their hand, "At least I’ve never seen it."
"Just now that move…"
"Isn’t that move called ‘Eastern Wind Sword Qi’?" Yagyū Simozi said, "It’s martial arts, my brother said that martial arts is not something so inconvenient."
Michelle was unable to say what she wanted to say, in just a few sentences of conversation, she realized clearly that there was nothing she could ask her sister.
She unconditionally trusted her brother, so she knew that what she knew was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, except that the feelings between siblings were very real and very close, she might not really understand her brother.
Just like asking Alena about Sasha was of no use, even the closest relatives would not deliberately know everything about their loved ones because they were loved ones, so they would not inquire about every detail… Concealment may not be out of distrust; probing, most of the time, is a form of distrust.
But, apart from Sasha Capesh, Bai Wei was the second person that Michelle had encountered who could hide so deeply from their own family.
Michelle knew from a young age that even if her parents fought a few times at night, the family’s secrets were easily exposed because ordinary people’s secrets are too few, they can be written on a few pieces of paper, but when they encounter someone who is really deep in thought, they hide everything from their family, leaving their loved ones with only their kind and gentle side, and their other facets can only be seen from a different standpoint, a thousand people have a thousand faces.
Michelle let go of her discouragement and thought to herself that as long as Bai Wei was still inside Broken Paradise, she would still have a chance to find out the truth. But opportunities don’t come twice, and if she missed this chance, there might not really be another one.
She pondered deeply and suddenly realized another breakthrough point. Michelle looked at Yagyū Simozi with a thoughtful gaze.
"Simozi, I have some things I want to ask you…"
…
Crouching Tiger ran through the Broken Paradise.
After defeating the ancient dragon and the one-eyed giant, he officially entered the final stage of the journey, with only four hours left.
Bai Wei took a moment to rest and recover his stamina. Despite feeling tired, he had to be extra careful for the last part of the journey.
He thought that after arriving at this part of the journey, he would feel a heavier pressure, but to his surprise, as the altitude increased, the force of the rules in Broken Paradise actually started to weaken to some extent.
The mysterious force of oppression started to diminish, which meant that Bai Wei’s Golden Power could be unleashed.
The paradise is the realm of the Supreme Will, and when God said let there be light, there was light.
Within its own realm, it could truly do as it pleased, indiscriminately suppressing other mysteries.
Once this kind of pressure starts to weaken, it means that Bai Wei is getting close to the exit of the Broken Paradise.
It is both an exit and a core.
While Bai Wei was thinking about whether to slow down, suddenly the ground crumbled. Along with a thundering roar, an ancient god residue descended, holding a giant axe, and a bull-headed warrior roared to the sky, with lightning flashing all over his body. The huge size of Crouching Tiger seemed weak and small in front of it.
The thunderous axe swung towards his face, as if it wanted to split him in two along with the earth.
The fierce wind howled with life and death at its fingertips. Bai Wei closed his eyes and at the next moment, amidst a burst of clashing sounds, the thunder and the axe both stopped moving. Golden energy radiated from Bai Wei’s clenched fist, entwining and binding the bull warrior tightly, trapping it completely. It struggled with its body stretched tight, but couldn’t break free. With a grip of Bai Wei’s five fingers, its head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees and fell to the ground, blood spurting out.
The ancient god residue died suddenly, leaving behind an axe that could harness thunder on the ground. Bai Wei picked up the axe and threw it into his sleeve, saying, "Go gather dust."
From here onwards, anyone who dares to approach the ancient god residue will only be left with the word "death", even if they are no longer suppressed by the rules of paradise. They may be able to unleash mysteries, but Bai Wei is just the same. He can unleash gold, and he doesn’t need to hold back either.
The only thing to be careful about is not to expose his identity. But there are too many eyes here, it would be troublesome if someone were to see him and he didn’t want to kill anyone just because he was seen, so…
"I’ll just disguise myself." Bai Wei immediately decided to change his appearance. A soft golden glow enveloped him, as gold gathered and surged, forming long ribbons in the rapid ride of Crouching Tiger. When the last strand of light faded away, the person sitting on Crouching Tiger’s back was no longer the Ming Country person from before.
The young king sat on the tiger’s back, wearing a long black cloak with a gold tree stitched on it. His light golden hair and eyes matched the color of the cloak. His hands were covered by white gloves with golden threads. From head to toe, he was dressed in black and gold with a touch of white. The combination was simple yet elegant.
If you looked closely, his facial features were not as handsome as when he was in the Ming Country. His face had softer lines, and he even appeared younger. Once the golden clan reached adulthood, their appearance rarely changed. Not many people had the courage or opportunity to observe the emperor’s face closely.
The majesty of the golden power overwhelmed the natural gentleness of his face. It was like a fierce bronze mask that covered all beauty and ugliness. No one cared about the emperor’s appearance. The golden power had a mysterious nature, and nobody could oppose its will or dare to meet its noble gaze.
However, beneath the intimidating golden power, there was a face that was identical to a mentor’s. But when the golden power enhanced the color of his eyes and hair, no one would mistake the two as the same person.
Bai Wei looked at his hands and then at his attire. The aura woven by the golden power seemed almost real.
The leaves of the golden tree were solidified energy. They could be touched, but once they fell, they decomposed into ether upon reaching the ground.
The same applied to the woven aura created by the golden power. It was a manifestation of the truth deeply rooted in Bai Wei’s soul, yet it was also a fabrication.
After all, the king was already dead.
But Bai Wei was still alive.
Bai Wei gently smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes. He used to be a young boy who loved fantasy. Wearing a royal suit with white gloves and a long cape, he looked really handsome. But when he had the chance to wear this outfit and walk in the palace, no one besides himself appreciated how handsome he looked anymore.
It wasn’t "handsome", it was a synonym for terror and domination.
"Since I rarely change my appearance, do you want me to change yours too?" Bai Wei patted Crouching Tiger’s head.
"Meow!" Crouching Tiger agreed.
A golden light enveloped Crouching Tiger, transforming it from a beautiful tiger into a golden lion.
The golden lion was a pet that Bai Wei personally raised, and he also had a dog.
After the transformation was complete, Bai Wei sat on the lion’s back, feeling the soft and amazing fur, and they headed straight for the central area of the Broken Paradise.
…
The central area of the Broken Paradise.
"Are you sure the exit is here?" asked the nervous voice.
"Of course, little hedgehog. The blood Holy Relic leads us here, so the exit must be here."
Alena comforted the other person, her tone showing no impatience. Although only a few hours had passed, this girl named Guan Ling reminded her of the past Michelle, and she instinctively took on the role of taking care of her.
Both of them safely arrived at the depths of Broken Paradise, relying entirely on Alena’s incredible luck. She had the extraordinary fortune of encountering an ancient god residue, who left behind a relic from the blood Holy Relic of the Blood Saint clan. This blood Holy Relic guided them in the direction of their escape and helped them avoid risks along the way.
They could already see the only building, the sanctuary, in the Broken Paradise up ahead.
"Once I get you out, I still have to go find my friends. It won’t take long, but we need to hurry."
Alena quickened her pace, but after just a few steps, she suddenly stopped. The blood clan had a strong sense of vitality.
"It seems someone has beaten us to it…"