“Ah!”
Sui Yan suddenly covered his eyes.
His originally chaotic-colored eyes instantly turned blood-red, as if they were heavily bruised and engorged with blood.
Sui Yan clutched his eyes, a painful roar escaping his throat.
Fang Xin quickly stepped forward, asking, “What’s wrong?”
Sui Yan’s eyes were closed, and his hands flailed wildly in the air, like Sun Wukong in the ‘Journey to the West’ TV series from centuries ago, whose eyes were injured by the Yellow Wind Demon.
Fang Xin quickly supported Sui Yan’s arms. Sui Yan instinctively grabbed Fang Xin, clutching his arm, and a pained sound came from his throat.
After an unknown amount of time, Sui Yan finally tried to open his eyes. His beautiful eyes were completely bloodshot.
“How could this happen?” Fang Xin asked.
Sui Yan blinked hard, rubbed his eyes, then lowered his head and let out a chuckle, his body still trembling slightly.
“Your reincarnation has been obscured, or rather, tampered with. I can’t see your cycles of reincarnation at all. You are the King of Slaughter! To be able to obscure your reincarnations, there’s only one possibility, hehehe… It’s the successive Kings of Slaughter who have jointly obscured your reincarnation!
I seem to understand something. Logically, the King of Slaughter and the Zero Arbiter should never be the same person, but it has happened to you! Logically, the King of Slaughter is a terrifying existence capable of eternal life, yet not a single King of Slaughter has ever lived eternally!
Then there’s only one truth: the First King of Slaughter planted a seed. Successive Kings of Slaughter received the message and united to deceive the heavens, generation after generation, ultimately bestowing this era’s Slaughter Talent upon you, the Zero Arbiter! Hahaha, truly the Age of Dharma Decline is about to descend. This time, without the Zero Arbiter’s restraint, the King of Slaughter will plant Mandarava flowers all over the human world!”
Fang Xin was stunned for a moment.
Sui Yan tilted his head back, his bloodshot crimson eyes fixed on Fang Xin, his hands supporting Fang Xin’s arms, “The King who judges all beings will ultimately drive the chariot of time, pressing the ruts of history into the barren future!”
Fang Xin looked at Sui Yan, feeling as if Sui Yan was a charlatan spouting many misleading statements.
But Fang Xin still gleaned some crucial information from Sui Yan’s words.
“So, you mean, my current state is the result of the successive Kings of Slaughter?”
“You could say that!” Sui Yan nodded.
Fang Xin listened, feeling dazed. Sui Yan was about half a head shorter than Fang Xin. At this moment, he was looking up at Fang Xin, and the two were quite close. Fang Xin’s lips curved into a mischievous, wicked smile.
“Brother, you smell so good!”
Sui Yan’s body stiffened, and he quickly distanced himself from Fang Xin, speechless at Fang Xin’s wicked smile.
“Where are you going next?” Fang Xin changed the subject and asked.
Sui Yan thought for a moment, “To tomorrow!”
Fang Xin chuckled, still playing with these little phrases.
“Remember the yuanying fruit you promised me!” Sui Yan added.
“I’ll give it to you when it’s ripe.”
Sui Yan slowly bowed to Fang Xin, “Then I’ll be going!”
After speaking, Sui Yan spun around and transformed into a dove, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.
At the grass-skiing field, the people who had originally transformed from horses, as Sui Yan departed, each became hazy with a chaotic aura, lay on the ground, and transformed back from human form into horses.
This scene utterly dumbfounded the people who had come to the grass-skiing field to play.
The horses neighed and chased in Sui Yan’s direction, attempting to follow him.
Fang Xin watched the direction Sui Yan had departed.
He then shook the small bottle in his hand.
This bottle of gnome essence was a good thing; even among the Elf Clan, it was an absolute rarity. Such a small bottle would probably take ten years to accumulate.
If he found an opportunity to give it to a powerful expert with explosive combat strength, and then became the first person that expert saw upon opening their eyes, it would be like gaining a loyal henchman. The thought made him a little excited.
Putting away the small bottle, Fang Xin glanced at Tang Shuang, settled her down, and then the two parted ways.
Now that he had joined the Ninth Division, Fang Xin had a little more freedom compared to his time at Sky Shield Academy. On his way back, he made a detour to the Seven Killings Sect headquarters.
He specifically went to see Ma Fuxiao. Ma Fuxiao, whom he had picked up when he captured the fake King of Slaughter, Ji Yuan, was considered a scientific genius, after all, personally endorsed by Fang Xin’s father, Fang Zhengping.
Ma Fuxiao had previously said he could replicate the potion that Fang Xin’s father, Fang Zhengping, had researched.
When he arrived, Huang Dabao complained to Fang Xin, “Boss, the person you recruited for us is practically a money-eating beast! We spent several hundred million building him a laboratory, and when he does experiments, I don’t even understand what’s going on, but each experiment he starts burns at least fifty million. I didn’t even burn that much paper money for my ancestors on Qingming Festival! Now, for his experiments, our other departments have to tighten their belts. It’s been so long since I’ve gone to the foot massage parlor for targeted assistance.”
Fang Xin said irritably, “What assistance? What assistance!”
“A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother in school, a broken her—if I don’t help her, who will!”
Fang Xin kicked Huang Dabao in the backside, “Full of catchy rhymes! Are you studying for graduate school?!”
Led by Huang Dabao, they entered the underground laboratory specifically built for Ma Fuxiao.
Upon arrival, Huang Dabao was about to call out to Ma Fuxiao but was stopped by Fang Xin. Fang Xin watched Ma Fuxiao, who was engrossed in his research.
Ma Fuxiao always entered a state of near-meditation when he was serious about his work; Fang Xin had witnessed this when they first met.
Fang Xin quietly watched Ma Fuxiao. Ma Fuxiao scratched his messy, bird’s nest-like hair, muttering something under his breath, then wrote some formulas and other things on the screen next to him with a pen.
After almost half an hour, Ma Fuxiao excitedly patted his head, muttering technical terms that laymen wouldn’t understand.
Then he got up and pressed a red button on the desk, “Get ready, I need to conduct another experiment!”
Huang Dabao spread his hands and said to Fang Xin, “Boss, fifty million is about to be thrown in again!”
Fang Xin said without hesitation, “Throw it! Don’t save this kind of money. If this kind of experiment succeeds, the benefits will be far more than just this much. Think about it, if he succeeds in his research and creates a special operations team full of level twelve or thirteen combatants, and I let you lead that special operations team, would you be happy?”
Huang Dabao’s eyes unfocused for a few seconds, then lit up. He licked his lips, already excitedly rubbing his palms, and grinned, exclaiming, “Happy, happy! You’re the boss, alright, the pie you draw is just delicious!”
Ma Fuxiao turned around, glanced at Fang Xin and Huang Dabao, paid them no mind, and walked in one direction. After a few steps, he seemed to realize something, then scurried back, showing Fang Xin a simple, honest smile.
“You’re here! Perfect, I have some good news to report to you!”