The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1047 - 491: I Am the Qilin Venerable (Part 2)

Chapter 1047: Chapter 491: I Am the Qilin Venerable (Part 2)

Gu Jianlin nodded slightly: "Mr. Solomon, do you know him?"

"No, I don’t."

The demon hunters’ answers left him a bit disappointed.

Gu Jianlin thought for a moment and asked: "Your superior."

The demon hunters replied: "Agares."

Gu Jianlin thought, Mr. Solomon’s code name system indeed comes from the Seventy-two Demon Pillars.

In "Solomon’s Key," Agares is the demon of the second pillar.

The one killed in Tokyo back then, code-named Bar, was the demon of the first pillar.

Interesting.

Including Mr. Solomon’s code name, one can see his ambition.

"Why go after Xia Zhi?"

Gu Jianlin lowered his head to shake off the blood stained by Jiuyin, the blood-red ghost knife gleaming with a bizarre shine in the sunlight.

The demon hunters’ answers were pretty much what he expected: "According to the superior’s instructions, we need to recover all experimental targets in the shortest time. Everyone on the list is marked for death to prevent contact with the outside world."

If the Judgement Court wants to catch someone, there are plenty of reasons.

With The Order of the Hidden’s methods, even a clean person can be smeared with dirt.

When they fall into the Judgement Court’s hands, they can do as they please.

Gu Jianlin made a sound of assent, thinking The Order of the Hidden is indeed anxious.

This way, The Order of the Hidden probably knows Xia Zhi is someone he wants to protect.

Next, he’s likely going to have to play open cards; this identity won’t last long.

Gu Jianlin contemplated for a moment, then said: "Tell me the list."

The demon hunters numbly recited name after name: "Ji..."

Gu Jianlin recorded the names he heard in his memo, then immediately sent them to Old Master Si of the Si Family, implying that under the premise of not interfering with his own plans, he would try to protect as many as possible, but couldn’t help those he couldn’t protect.

It’s not being a Holy Mother; it’s empathy.

After all, Thunder was once an experimental subject.

Gu Jianlin put away the Soul Comforting Bell, glanced at the corpses in the corner, casually unleashing a cross-cutting chilling light, the silent time and space shattered and collapsed, only to restore instantly.

As for those corpses, they had already been sucked into the chaotic currents of time and space.

Just then, a cold, immature voice sounded in Liu Li’s headset.

"Destroying bodies like this is useless; sooner or later someone will trace these deaths back to you."

Liu Li remarked indifferently, "And you’re not even going to wipe off the blood?"

Gu Jianlin was taken aback: "Apologies, I have no experience in this aspect."

Liu Li was silent for a moment: "You’ve never dealt with bodies after killing before?"

Gu Jianlin held the headset, responding calmly: "Yes, because I also wanted to experience what it feels like when they come with the elder after the younger ones, but back then Grandmaster was there, and no one dared act under her eyes."

"Now that she’s gone, I’m quite curious about this feeling of being pursued for revenge after killing."

He stated serenely, "Don’t worry, I intended it."

Gu Jianlin killed not only to verify his suspicion but also to lure people to find him.

Liu Li questioned, "What if the retaliation is endless?"

Gu Jianlin shook his head and said: "Then just keep killing until they don’t dare to come anymore."

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As the class bell rang, students in the classroom left one after another, bowing deeply toward the elderly professor at the podium before they left, yet no one dared to approach as an indistinct chill lingered in the corner.

The old man remained indifferent, seated with eyes closed, relaxing.

Finally, Mu Shiyu stood before him, hesitating to speak, but received no response and silently turned to leave.

Gu Jianlin opened his eyes, gazing at the girl’s back, suddenly saying: "You don’t get along with her?"

Xia Zhi lay on the desk, tilting her head and said, "More accurately, she doesn’t like me."

Gu Jianlin turned his head to look at her and suspiciously said: "You pose a threat to her?"

Just kidding! She’s Rhein’s sister, barely in her twenties, already at Fifth Rank Superdimensional Level, Sword Sect being one of the most ancient paths, not to mention she’s practiced the Candle Light Law, her looks and figure are unparalleled.

Even though Gu Jianlin has deep hatred with the Judgement Court, he has to admit the objective facts.

Aside from appearance and figure, Xia Zhi has no domain to compare herself with others.

With Mu Shiyu’s qualifications, she couldn’t catch up even in ten lifetimes.

"I feel like your stare is trampling on my self-esteem."

Xia Zhi said annoyedly, "Because Senior Mu wants to become the old professor’s final disciple, she’s very interested in alchemy, but unfortunately, she was rejected time and again. Even when her family tried to intervene, the old professor didn’t bother. But the old professor has been kind to me, helped me with failing grades, even privately gave me extra lessons."

"Of course, Senior Mu feels unbalanced; after all, someone so excellent being disregarded while a slacker like me receives the old professor’s care, anyone would be upset, right? I know she approaches me just to figure out what’s special about me and possibly draw the old professor’s attention. But what does it matter? I don’t have many friends anyway. If she doesn’t mess with me, that’s good enough; I don’t expect her to help me either."

This girl packed up her textbooks, surprisingly took out some cleaned fruits from her backpack, and walked to the old man at the podium: "Professor Cheng, today I brought you your favorite mangoes, I’ll leave now."

In principle, having the favor of the old professor, one at least should strive to continue building the relationship.

At the very least, giving just a fruit is quite shabby.

Xia Zhi didn’t do so and didn’t intend to exchange more pleasantries either.

She understood that the old man was not talkative.

Yet the old man opened his eyes and casually asked, "Did you understand today’s lesson?"

Xia Zhi’s face turned slightly red, she stuck out her tongue.

The old man shook his head, took out a yellowed notebook from the drawer, and tossed it to her: "Can you memorize this?"

Xia Zhi’s face brightened with joy, happily saying, "Yes, I’ll return it next class."

After speaking, she turned around with her backpack, whispered: "Xiao Ying, let’s go."

Gu Jianlin folded his arms, casually saying: "I might have some questions, will come to find you later."

Xia Zhi was stunned, looked back at them once, recalling what happened before class, vaguely nodded and left.

With a snap, the classroom door closed.

The old man waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards in the corner to leave, restoring silence to the classroom again.

Gu Jianlin leaned against the lectern, staring at the densely written blackboard, lost in thought.

"Xia Zhi is a very ordinary girl, mediocre talent, low intelligence. To someone like you, she’s like a roadside cabbage, readily found."

After a long time, he said expressionlessly: "You taking care of her is quite unusual."

The old man opened the box of freshly cut mangoes, picked up a fork, and ate them, saying blandly: "Indeed."

Gu Jianlin glanced at him: "Out of guilt?"

The old man fell silent, after a while, sighed and explained: "Not exactly, because most of the children involved in the experiment fared well, except for residual effects, they don’t need my care. Xia Zhi is an exception; she’s the worst off among those children at that time, without a doubt."

Gu Jianlin didn’t expect this reason, his gaze became more compassionate.

"We didn’t anticipate, among so many children, there’d be a dull-witted one."

The old man thought for a moment: "However, Xia Zhi’s adaptability to the Third Law was decent, otherwise she’d be dead by now."

Gu Jianlin stared thoughtfully at the blackboard, suddenly turned and said: "You admitted it."

He raised his hand, the noble, dark Qilin Wedge materializing out of thin air, pointing it at the humped old man.

"The Third Law experiment was orchestrated by you people?"

He enunciated: "The subjects were the group of children brought to the Central Spirit Core Institute back then."

The old man looked surprisingly at this sword, indifferently stating: "Back in the day, a man confronted me too, putting a knife to my throat, just as arrogant and disrespectful as you."

He smiled: "Back then, I didn’t intend to pay attention to him; it’s only because he approached me as a man who lost his spouse to question me, I felt ashamed and answered his questions. Today, on what grounds do you stand before me?"

Gu Jianlin looked at him expressionlessly, his gaze gradually growing cold:

"Qilin Venerable."