CHAPTER 810: CHAPTER 501: JESUS_2

"Ah? Pen Immortal?" A girl clutched her heart and suddenly blurted this out.

Pen Immortal... How imaginative!

Such imagination!

The Old Earl, after his initial shock, laughed even more heartily, saying, "Pen Immortal, I’ve watched quite some interesting films on it, but the Pen Immortal here is different."

"How is it different?"

"For the Pen Immortal, anyone can achieve it by twirling the pen as in the story, but just earlier, even if you learn to write those characters and wield that kind of sword, you can’t achieve such an effect."

So! Old man, you mean that the Eastern Lady is the key!

She is an irreplaceable magician?

And also a ridiculously cool swordsman!

Cook, Mary, and Chopper had seen Sui Yi before, especially Mary. Looking again at that slender figure at this moment, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat bitter.

Among the Eastern people they rarely looked up to, there was someone who made them both fearful and intrigued~

She seemed to be more of a mystery than the Hellfire Castle itself.

Indeed, under those splendid yet oppressively ancient murals, she stood calmly; her slender figure stretched long shadows in the dim lamplight, merging at the border between darkness and light.

Strangely, it evoked a quiet serenity like bowing before the Eastern Buddha.

It made the night’s cruelty and bloodshed, the endless specters, seem to fade away.

Not far away, Lv Si folded his arms, leaned against the wall with a stern look, and murmured, "To think someone could possess such power, what a terrifying person, even more troublesome than I imagined."

Power, in the circles of practitioners, be it martial arts or certain techniques, is exceedingly rare. To possess power, one must first have immense strength, with a minimum baseline of at least an A level. Second, the person must possess powerful spiritual strength that commands submission — a blend of personal charisma and aura.

People with such power, not to mention the real world, are definitely top-notch individuals in the shadowy circles.

For instance, the five kings of the England Area at A-level all possess power, whereas generals like Philip at the same level do not, only kings do.

Natasha, she naturally has power!

Her power is ever-present, otherwise, a mere glance or appearance wouldn’t suppress the whole atmosphere silently.

This is her power, flamboyant and fierce, like fire!

But Sui Yi also has it, her strength barely reaching A-level, approximately at a high B-level standard, yet she possesses power, introverted and elusive.

Like clouds like mist.

Lv Si pondered, a slight frown creasing his brow.

However, he saw Sui Yi move.

She walked into the adjacent corridor, carrying an oil lamp, and lit the wicks of the wall lamps along the way.

One by one, the wall lamps were lit.

She walked step by step, gazing slowly at the murals.

A shadow appeared behind her at some point, elongating, approaching silently...

Sui Yi turned her head and looked over.

The other showed a face from the dark side of the light, "It’s me."

Ye Zixu’s expression was calm, without any apology; he knew he couldn’t scare Sui Yi.

"Mm," Sui Yi nodded slightly at him, not refusing when Ye Zixu reached out for the oil lamp.

"What do you think of these murals?"

Ye Zixu certainly wasn’t here just to follow her.

Sui Yi always felt this classmate was quite rakish, and his only conviction was to eradicate evil.

The path of their faction was ingrained into his bones.

"Very clean," Sui Yi said.

Without the dirty things like the daisy motifs.

But because it’s so clean, it makes the castle seem more unsafe.

"This is his stronghold," Ye Zixu lowered his eyes, "He wouldn’t design anything here in his own stronghold."

"But that also means if he does have designs, they must be terribly fearsome and lethal," Sui Yi said softly, hands in her pockets.

Ye Zixu nodded, shining the lamp forward, casting some deathly stillness into the deep, bottomless tunnel.

"Yi Chilian might have been implicated long ago."

"Oh," Sui Yi looked at him; Ye Zixu’s jaw was tight, its curve distinct.

"Zixu, what do you want to say?"

Sui Yi rarely called his name, whether it’s the full name or any abbreviation; she seemed unaccustomed to calling others by name. Without names, whenever she spoke to you, it was always in two stages.

Distant or familiar.

She might combine both, giving you a sense of being both aloof and uncaring.

She was more incomprehensible than any technique handed down from her master.