Chapter 83: Strategy God Heavens (End)

Ya Yin pointed at the two of them with his fingertip. “Go.”

A large group of Weirds suddenly appeared and charged straight at the pair.

Fu Wuxuan faced them with furrowed brows and cold determination. He drew the Spinebone Whip from his back and met them head-on!

The narrow inn couldn’t withstand such widespread bombardment, so Fu Wuxuan deliberately lured the enemies outside, running toward the outskirts. Yun Xueqing and Ya Yin gave chase as well.

He casually killed a few Weirds along the way, then licked his lips with a somewhat wicked grin. “Now that there’s more space, I can really cut loose!”

While Fu Wuxuan dealt with the horde of Weirds, Yun Xueqing faced off against Ya Yin and drew the Calamity Blade. “Come on.”

Ya Yin looked at him expressionlessly. “You’re quite skilled in close combat.”

Yun Xueqing: “Aren’t you going to make a move?”

“No,” Ya Yin remained expressionless. “You should know, this is a pursuit, not a duel.”

As he spoke, two people emerged from behind him—San Zhi and Fu Mi.

“So, it’s definitely two against one—no, make that one against three.”

San Zhi looked at Yun Xueqing, who held the Calamity Blade, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “To think it’s escalated to this irreversible point. What exactly did you discuss with the leader?”

He raised his hand first, stating his position. “Although the leader ordered all of us to hunt you two down, Fu Mi is mainly in charge of this operation. I got injured recently while investigating the Mountains and Rivers Brush, so I won’t be taking part today.”

His words were light and airy, even carrying a hint of compassion that made one wonder if he had switched sides out of sympathy and reluctance to kill them.

Ya Yin: “How kind of you.”

San Zhi smiled without refuting it.

That was precisely the effect he wanted. After all, it was best if no third party knew about the Shared Fate Curse binding him to Yun Xueqing. So, being misunderstood by a colleague as a sudden bout of saintly mercy was harmless.

San Zhi smiled on the surface, but his heart wasn’t at ease. If the pursuers were only Ya Yin, there might still be a chance of survival, but with this person’s involvement, things were different.

He subtly glanced at Fu Mi, his mind heavy as he pondered how to secretly whisk Yun Xueqing away.

Fu Mi might look soft and weak on the surface, but his hidden power was no joke. If he didn’t hold back, Yun Xueqing had no chance of surviving.

Yun Xueqing couldn’t just die like this.

Meanwhile, Fu Wuxuan appeared composed on the surface, but in reality, he fought cautiously to avoid overusing Spirit Energy and triggering Weirdification, making the battle taxing.

After he whipped three Weirds to death in one strike, he glanced back and saw Yun Xueqing facing off against Fu Mi and Ya Yin. He immediately disengaged and rushed toward Yun Xueqing. “You go first! I’ll handle them!”

Fu Mi smiled harmlessly on his face. “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His complexion was pale, but his eyes were pitch black, giving off a ghostly aura in the night.

He murmured lowly, “Oracle Domain.”

The scene before them changed abruptly. The surroundings were dyed in boundless black, with only a few withered, dark trees swaying in the wind. The sky rained blood as a crude embellishment.

Fu Wuxuan’s expression shifted. “You can actually form a domain with Spirit Energy?”

Only S-Rank Oracles could form domains, and there were only seven S-Rank Oracles in the world.

“Our luck is this good?” Fu Wuxuan covered his face and chuckled lightly. Looking at Fu Mi, his smile faded. “Come to think of it, when you use Oracle powers, you do carry the Dragon Girl’s aura… but it’s not strong enough.”

A faint doubt surfaced on his face. “You’re not quite an S-Rank Oracle—the Spirit Energy hasn’t reached that level, and the Dragon Girl’s aura is just barely there.”

Somewhere between S-Rank and A-Rank Oracle, at least Fu Wuxuan was certain Fu Mi wasn’t one of those seven.

Fu Wuxuan’s gaze turned icy. “Could it be that Strategy God Heavens isn’t just experimenting with fusing humans and Weirds, but has even greater ambitions—like creating more S-Rank Oracles?”

“You’re overthinking it.”

Fu Mi walked up to him with a faint smile. His pitch-black pupils turned azure, his eyes emanating a weird yet divine aura.

His tone was gentle, but his gaze betrayed disgust. “I hate your holier-than-thou tone and your brain that can’t read the room. Even if you were once an S-Rank Oracle, you’re just a useless cripple now. You’ll kneel before me.”

He dropped his facade, his lips curving up as he openly mocked him. “Besides, your so-called S-Rank Oracles are just beneficiaries who’ve fused with monsters themselves.”

Fu Wuxuan’s pupils dilated slightly. “You…”

Connecting the Dragon Girl aura on him with those eyes glowing faintly blue, Fu Wuxuan understood something in an instant.

The other knew that secret—the secret to creating S-Rank Oracles.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his emotions complex as he said to Yun Xueqing, “He’s very strong, infinitely close to an S-Rank Oracle. And those eyes of his… we might all die here. I’ll find a way to hold him off. You try to escape this domain.”

“It’s useless. Since you know it’s my domain, all your tricks are pointless,” Fu Mi said with a faint smile. “Here, I can do anything. You can’t escape. You’ll all die here.”

He lifted a finger, and fifty B-Rank Weirds instantly appeared around the domain!

Fu Wuxuan closed his eyes, tempted to laugh. Facing death, he felt unusually relaxed as he said to Yun Xueqing, “That’s good. At a time like this, having you as company isn’t bad.”

But when he opened his eyes, they burned with resolve. He had made his decision.

Even if it meant unleashing that power and ultimately degenerating into a monster, he would ensure Yun Xueqing escaped alive!

He gripped the Spinebone Whip tightly, golden light flowing through his pupils like rippling waves.

His expression turned solemn, ready to face death. He took a deep breath and shouted in a strong, resolute voice, “Oracle…”

“Wait.” Yun Xueqing pressed down on his shoulder.

“Huh?”

Interrupted mid-incantation, Fu Wuxuan nearly choked.

Thinking the other couldn’t bear to see him die, he felt both touched and heartbroken. Just as he opened his mouth to comfort him, Yun Xueqing casually tossed the Calamity Blade into his arms.

Fu Wuxuan: “?”

Was this for self-defense?

Before he could ask, Yun Xueqing retrieved a longsword from his Storage Space and murmured to it, “I didn’t expect to have to use you so soon.”

Fu Wuxuan watched as he gripped the hilt and smoothly drew the blade.

He was somewhat surprised by the unsheathed sword. The lower half of Yun Xueqing’s blade was engraved with intricate patterns, and its color was unusual—black on the left, white on the right.

One side flowed with moonlight radiance, sharp and gleaming; the other was dim and ancient, its edge concealed.

Before Fu Wuxuan could examine it closely, Yun Xueqing charged at Fu Mi with the sword, breaking through the layers of Weirds and slashing down!

This single strike pierced the horizon like a rainbow, sword qi surging wildly!

The falling blood rain in the sky froze. Heaven and earth lost color. The dark space was rent apart, cracked, distorted, and finally dissipated.

They returned to the real world, but reality was now a vast white expanse. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky—the Frostcold Fourteen Provinces.

With one sword, the domain shattered, and the horde of Weirds was reduced to ashes.

Fu Mi, who had been boasting moments ago, was bisected, his life force utterly extinguished.

Fu Wuxuan was dumbfounded by this sword strike. “Wait… who are you? Where am I? Is this still my world? Are you really Yun Xueqing?”

Killing a near-S-Rank Oracle with one sword—this defied logic!

The Tianquan Sword had slain its foe without being tainted. Blood flowed over it, leaving not a trace.

Yun Xueqing calmly sheathed the sword and stored it back in his Storage Space. Looking at Fu Mi’s unmistakably dead body on the ground, his emotions were somewhat complicated.

Fu Wuxuan still hadn’t snapped out of it. “You just… killed him like that?”

Just like that?

His mind lingered on the absurd dreamlike feeling of “the teammate I was desperately covering for suddenly turning into a max-level powerhouse.”

Unable to hold back around Yun Xueqing, he blurted out, “How did you suddenly get so strong… because of that sword?”

Yun Xueqing nodded. “One, because of this sword. Two, because my injuries have healed.”

With his wounds healed and his Natal Sword in hand, he could unleash his full strength.

Fu Wuxuan misheard “injuries healed” as “logged in,” and fell into a daze. “So you really weren’t just chuunibyou after all… finally logged into your max-level account, huh?”

Yun Xueqing saw joy flash across his face, quickly turning to dejection, and felt puzzled. “What’s wrong with you?”

Fu Wuxuan deliberately made his tone whiny and pitiful, like a resentful wife in the inner chambers. “You’re so awesome… I’m happy you can protect yourself now, but I hate that my own strength isn’t enough to keep up with you.”

It sounded like a joke, but stemmed from insecurity, using humor to voice his true feelings. “Big bro, now that you’re stronger, you won’t abandon me, right?”

“I will,” Yun Xueqing replied calmly. “So hurry up and catch up.”

Not spoiling him at all.

Fu Wuxuan had only been sighing lightly, but this response made him chuckle instead. “I will.”

His earlier words were just to tease Yun Xueqing.

A person with a strong and steadfast heart wouldn’t belittle themselves because of changes in others or their surroundings.

Fu Wuxuan didn’t consider himself that steadfast, but he wouldn’t belittle himself either.

Panicking over Yun Xueqing’s newfound strength and looking down on himself would not only disrespect himself but also Yun Xueqing—and that was disrespectful to everyone involved.

He reined in his extraneous emotions and looked around, noticing that San Zhi and Ya Yin had vanished, likely fleeing when the tide turned.

Fu Wuxuan turned to Yun Xueqing, guessing his intent. “Next, off to Strategy God Heavens?”

“Yeah.” Yun Xueqing drew the Tianquan Sword from his Storage Space again and gazed at its sheath, his expression complicated. “Turns out, we’ve been in his game all along.”

Mei Qujun had given him the sword, then set Strategy God Heavens on his trail—it was all part of his plan.

Mei Qujun firmly believed that with the Tianquan Sword, even if the entire Strategy God Heavens hunted him down, nothing would happen to him.

But what was his goal in doing this?

Regardless, he now had to go back and confront Mei Qujun face-to-face.

The inn was no longer habitable, so they set off overnight for Strategy God Heavens.

By the time they arrived, it was deep into the night, but the gates of Strategy God Heavens stood open, brightly lit, with someone specifically waiting to receive them.

Seeing the two arrive, the receptionist showed no surprise and led them to the meeting hall.

As soon as they entered, they saw Mei Qujun sitting in a chair, holding a cup of tea. He smiled faintly at them. “You’ve arrived.”