Chapter 443

It was a face with a mocking smile, missing one eye, leaving only a bloody socket. The servant softly asked, “Aunt Su, does my blood taste good?”

Lian Su screamed wildly.

“Hu—hu—”

For the third time, Lian Su woke up from her bed. It was her familiar room again. But this familiarity now felt strangely unsettling.

Like a frightened rabbit, Lian Su scanned her surroundings, cautiously stepping out of bed. But before she could make another move, her vision blurred, and two headless, blood-soaked bodies stood before her.

“Lian Su.”

“Aunt Su.”

“Come with us …” Two pairs of hands reached straight for her.

Lian Su screamed, her mind collapsing …

The moonlight shone through the window, casting a soft glow on the floor.

Lu Sheng’s projection stood silently in the room, watching Lian Su, her eyes tightly shut as her body twisted in pain, her limbs flailing as if she were trapped in a nightmare.

No … to be precise, it was one nightmare after another.

“Using a mental illusion to torment a mere Level 6 Martial Artist with unstable emotions, especially when she’s asleep … It’s almost too easy. This method of death is more than sincere, isn’t it?”

Dying in endless nightmares, tormented by fear and despair until she’s driven to mental collapse and death—this was the most secretive, untraceable, and certainly least merciful way of killing Lian Su that Lu Sheng could think of.

“For someone who has repeatedly tried to kill me and my family, why would I show mercy? Cruel? Perhaps …” Lu Sheng let out a self-deprecating laugh as he watched Lian Su’s twisted, broken body slowly lose its vitality.

“I’m not a saint. I’m just an ordinary person with a bit of a sense of justice, someone who occasionally acts on impulse and holds grudges.”

The room had long been sealed off with a spiritual barrier set by Lu Sheng, ensuring that none of the commotion inside would be heard outside.

He stood quietly at the bedside, observing Lian Su as she went from initial pain to total despair, from breakdown to numbness, until finally, she was reduced to a lifeless state.

Just as Lian Su was about to lose all signs of life, Lu Sheng’s brow furrowed in alarm.

***

There was a faint, stabbing pain, as if a knife were pressing against the center of his brow.  A warning from the seven immortal cells.  This time, the threat was directed at him, and it exceeded any previous warnings.

“The only one capable of giving me this feeling … is a Martial Sage.”

Lu Sheng’s eyes flickered as he quickly pieced it all together.

“I almost forgot. If I can foresee the crises that may happen to me or those around me, then a Level 9 Martial Sage must have a similar ability …”

When someone’s martial strength reaches the Martial Sage realm, their body’s hidden potential was greatly unlocked, and they awoke many unbelievable powers. Having such abilities is completely normal.

“In that case, I’ll have to change my plan …” Lu Sheng looked at the unconscious Lian Su before him. Calmly, he stepped forward, reaching out to grip her swan-like neck with its silky smoothness, applying a little force.

Crack—

Lian Su’s head twisted at an unnatural angle, finally freed from the endless torment of nightmares.

Originally, Lu Sheng had planned to kill her slowly, like a slow knife cutting through flesh. But now, that was no longer possible.  If he dragged it out, it would likely alert the Extreme Martial Sage, and being trapped by him would be more than embarrassing.

Lu Sheng decisively killed Lian Su, immediately feeling the warning signs in his brow weaken significantly.

As he killed Lian Su, Lu Sheng carefully examined the woman before him.

To be fair, Lian Su was indeed beautiful. In every aspect—appearance, figure, and temperament—she was one of the most remarkable women Lu Sheng had ever seen in his life.

In this world, when something reached a certain level, it gained unimaginable power. Beauty was no exception.

The phrase “a beauty brings calamity” likely referred to women like her.

For most people, it wouldn’t even occur to them to harm such a woman. In fact, they would likely feel intense inferiority or fear just from being near her.

But Lu Sheng’s heart remained unshaken.  After all, the Black Devil Society’s backup plan was also shockingly beautiful. And he had no hesitation in killing her either.

Killing a beauty of this caliber felt like smashing a priceless porcelain vase or crushing a magnificent, colorful butterfly with his bare hands.

“It even seems to temper my martial will in some way …” Lu Sheng thought, “Is this what they mean by ‘killing women to prove one’s path’?”

He quickly shook his head, snuffing out that thought.

He feared that if he continued down that line of thinking, he would gradually turn into something twisted. His spiritual projection vanished like light, and Lu Sheng disappeared from the room completely.

Only a few minutes passed.

A servant in her forties tiptoed to the doorway, cautiously peeking inside.

Seeing Lian Su lying peacefully on the bed, she was about to retreat. But something felt off, so she turned back and entered the room, moving closer for a better look …

The next second, the grand mansion echoed with a panicked, trembling scream: “Madam … Madam is dead!”

Thirty kilometers away, Lu Sheng emerged slowly from a hidden grove.

A completely relaxed expression spread across his face.

“The information in the dream world hasn’t changed, everything went according to plan …” The warning in his brow had almost entirely disappeared, confirming that things had gone smoothly. Lu Sheng glanced down at the time.

“Just in time for the Chen family birthday celebration. I’ll make it …” He glanced in a specific direction before leaping into the air. His speed pushed to the absolute limit, as fast as light or lightning, and he vanished in an instant.

…

Jingdu Province, a certain estate.

Tonight, the vast estate was brightly lit, resembling an imperial palace from ancient times.

Luxury cars lined the entrance, and men and women dressed in refined clothing, exuding sophisticated auras, stepped out of their vehicles.

They were respectfully led into the estate by handsome and beautiful attendants.

It was a scene straight out of the upper echelons of society.

Some socialites, dressed extravagantly, whispered to each other as they entered the venue.

“What a grand affair!”

“Of course, it’s Old Master Chen’s birthday. Could it be anything less? Though the Chen family isn’t on par with the top aristocratic families under the imperial city, they’re still a force to be reckoned with in Jingdu’s outer circle. Many people live by their favor, so a scene like this is no surprise …”

“Wow, a Martial Master!”

A socialite gasped in a low voice as she saw a middle-aged man in a suit, wearing a diamond emblem on his chest, striding into the estate.

Her companion shot her a disdainful look, as if to say, “Are you from the countryside?” and replied, “What’s so special about a Martial Grandmaster? Old Master Chen himself is a Martial Master. He also has quite a few influential friends. As far as I know, several of his old comrades are big figures in the Martial Association, the government, and the military. Some of them are even Level 8 Grandmasters …”