Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 113

Shen Ye felt a sudden pang in his heart.

Right, if that Master of the Weeping Demon Realm had followed—

He immediately looked up and around.

Everyone’s heads were empty.

Only Xiao Mengyu’s head showed the word “Sword Saint”.

This made Shen Ye breathe a sigh of relief.

After all—

If that guy were here, he might be able to see the long string of words above its head: “Destroyer of the Great Thousand Worlds, Master of the Weeping Demon Realm, King of Curses, Star that Commands All Souls to Fall.”

“By the way, so many people died in the examination hall, how will this be handled?” he asked quietly.

“I heard it’s being blamed on that disaster,” Xiao Mengyu said.

“But that disaster was originally my classmate, lured by the noble families, and then killed and possessed,” Shen Ye said.

“Do you think anyone will step forward to take responsibility?” Xiao Mengyu said calmly.

“…Even a bow would be good, then I’d know who to kill!” Shen Ye sighed.

No!

A thought came flying from a distant void, striking him suddenly, causing his heart to pound violently.

That old man—

Although he had created the conditions for him, helping him kill the undead assassin Freg in one fell swoop, his own strength was not to be underestimated.

Who was he?

He possessed such strength, was sent into the examination hall as an “usher”, and then personally tried to kill him.

Such a person wouldn’t be as obscure as those assassins who deliberately concealed their identities.

Shen Ye’s gaze sharpened.

Yes.

His thinking like this… was perfectly fine.

Worth investigating.

“I have something to tell you…”

Shen Ye lowered his voice and described the incident and the old man’s appearance.

“So he escaped from the examination hall,” Xiao Mengyu realized.

“Who is he?” Shen Ye immediately asked.

“The Grand Enshrinement of the Zhongli family, known as Sun Baihe, the Dragon-Tiger Cannon Fist. His death was extremely mysterious, his soul disappeared, and it was attributed to the disaster,” Xiao Mengyu said quickly.

Suddenly, a shout came:

“You two, what’s with all that murderous aura?”

The two looked up and saw Officer Wu glaring at them from a distance.

Shen Ye and Xiao Mengyu hurriedly dispersed their murderous aura, adjusted their mindset, and continued hugging the pillars.

But this time—

The two were no longer so bewildered.

The Zhongli family!

Among those noble family scions, one was from the Zhongli family!

The enemy had left a clue.

Following the clue would naturally lead to the person behind it.

“One more thing,” Xiao Mengyu said.

“What?”

“Do you remember? When I was investigating the Skinner, I found out that he was once a high-ranking member of the Archaeology Association, caused an accident during an operation, and then retired.”

“You did say that, and you also said your clearance wasn’t high enough to investigate further.”

“You try it,” Xiao Mengyu said.

“I investigated.” Shen Ye recounted what happened last night.

“That’s great,” Xiao Mengyu’s voice carried a hint of envy, “The authority of a Hùntiān Sect disciple is higher than that of ordinary noble families. I couldn’t find anything.”

Both of them were thinking about the Zhongli family, so they didn’t continue the conversation.

Time slowly passed.

Finally.

“Alright, everyone put down your pillars. Now take a ten-minute break, then continue.”

Officer Wu’s voice rang out again.

Everyone sighed regretfully and reluctantly placed their pillars on the ground.

But this lesson was already over.

In the next class, the content on the pillars would refresh.

They wouldn’t be able to hear the rest.

—Just now, a fierce quarrel and crying were coming from the pillar. If one listened carefully, they would realize it was about the complex love-hate relationships of several male and female artisans.

It had just reached the point where the female artisan successfully caught the male artisan cheating and publicly accused him of violence and immorality.

Who wouldn’t want to listen to that?

The girls even had flushed faces and sparkling eyes, their emotions running high.

“Shen Ye, someone’s looking for you. You’d better go.” Officer Wu added.

“Looking for me? Here?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

“Yes, people from other parts of the magic realm, with a military order. They said they specifically want to find you.”

“Where?”

“Your residence.”

“Okay.”

Shen Ye left the practice field and returned to his residence.

Opening the door.

He saw a delicate and lovely little girl in ancient clothes, sitting in the living room, slowly sipping tea.

The girl’s eyes were full of sadness and bewilderment.

Let’s turn back time a little.

Song family.

In the small pavilion.

A young girl sat in a wheelchair, reading a book.

Footsteps sounded.

Two maids came outside the small pavilion and respectfully said, “The patriarch requests the second young lady to go to the study.”

“Understood,” the girl said.

She put down the ancient book and was pushed by the maids in her wheelchair. She passed through the courtyard, walked along a long corridor for a while, and then turned out of the garden to reach a quaint, ancient tower.

The tower door was open, but there was an elegant curtain hanging, intricately embroidered with phoenixes soaring in the sky.

“Father, I’m here.”

The girl said.

“Come in.” A steady, authoritative male voice came from beyond the door.

The curtain was pulled aside.

The girl was pushed into the study, and the maids bowed slightly before retreating.

“Oh, Father, why today—”

The girl was surprised to find that all of her father’s advisors were present today.

Even her elder sister was here.

“Greetings, Father; greetings, Elder Sister.”

The girl bowed her head in salute, but suddenly began to cough.

She coughed so violently that she bent over, unable to straighten up for a long time.

Until she took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth.

The handkerchief was stained with blood.

The people around her seemed accustomed to this scene, paying no attention, and not even uttering a single word to inquire about her condition.

However, the atmosphere couldn’t remain this cold.

“Sister, alas, my poor sister.”

Song Qingyun frowned, speaking with immense pity, and stepped forward to help the girl up.

The two sisters, equally beautiful.

One garnered widespread attention, the other remained obscure.

“Thank you, older sister.”

“Why be so polite between sisters? By the way, I went to the Shangguan family last time and got an old ginseng root. It might help with your health. Later, I’ll have Aunt Wu prepare it for you and bring it over.”

Song Qingyun changed the subject:

“By the way, there’s truly good news waiting for you today, younger sister.”

“What good news?” Song Yinchen asked.

Song Qingyun turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat.

The advisors all lowered their heads.

The study fell silent again.

After two breaths.

“Father?” Song Yinchen asked, puzzled.

“Yinchen,” the middle-aged man finally spoke, “your elder sister had a small incident. Although it’s nothing major, I believe we should erase this blemish for her.”

Song Yinchen’s face turned pale. She said in a flustered voice, “What happened to my elder sister? Is she alright?”

An old, gaunt man with buck teeth and sunglasses spoke up:

“Second Miss, don’t worry. Your elder sister has no other problems, she’s just been implicated in something.”

“Implicated?”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

“Those noble family scions acted carelessly and caused a major incident that had a negative impact and serious consequences, affecting your elder sister’s reputation.”

“Then what should we do? Why am I called here—is it because I can help my sister?” Song Yinchen asked.

“Yes,” the old man said.

The study fell silent.

No one spoke again.

Until—

“That person is very useful.” Her father spoke.

“Your older sister unintentionally caused some undesirable effects, but bad things can also turn good. The other party’s family has agreed, and we also think it’s an excellent arrangement,” her father continued.

Excellent arrangement.

Song Yinchen’s gaze became somewhat unfocused.

“Occasionally, someone in the world will acquire the lost qualifications of an ancient sect, but that most unique and strongest sect has been dormant for a thousand years, with no new true disciples emerging.”

“Your elder sister made some inappropriate remarks in a private setting. Now, the matter needs to be settled, and also to win new opportunities for the family.”

“This is a good thing.”

A good thing.

It was both an excellent and a good thing.

Since her father said so, the matter was settled.

“What is it exactly?”

Song Yinchen asked.

Her father motioned to the old man beside him with his eyes.

The old man opened his phone and played a video for Song Yinchen to watch.

—It was the video of Song Qingyun mentioning Shen Ye.

When the video finished playing, the old man said:

“There’s something that needs to be done now.”

“Have the Second Miss admit that it was actually her that day, not the Eldest Miss.”

“This way, everyone won’t make things difficult for the Second Miss.”

“After all, the Second Miss is just an ordinary person and simply couldn’t have planned such a thing, nor would she have the ability to involve those noble family scions. So, our Song family has been misunderstood in this matter.”

“Reasonable,” her father nodded.

Everyone echoed.

Her older sister showed a perfectly flawless smile, pursing her lips without a word.

Song Yinchen still kept her head down, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, preventing the blood from gushing out.

Indeed.

It had always been like this.

—That would be quite a spoilsport.

Actually, she could die.

As long as she died, she would be free from everything of the Song family.

But he wouldn’t let her die.

… There’s nothing I can do. What should I do now?

“This matter will make Yinchen suffer a bit, but it won’t really harm her. So, it’s settled.”

Her father’s voice came from afar, like a murmur in a dream.

However, the next sentence woke her from her dream.

“Sister, I’ll take you to the three-school joint freshman welcoming party.”

Song Qingyun’s voice was beautiful, with a magical quality that inspired trust.

Behind her, endless starry silhouettes emerged, spreading across the ceiling.

“The Divine Registry is about to be built—”

“Hundreds of years of effort by the gods are about to be completed in my hands. I cannot be distracted by such minor matters.”

“It’s just tomorrow night. You apologize to Shen Ye, and the matter will be over.”