Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 151

The girl’s face was full of apology.

But—

A line of “????” floated above her head, just like the first time he saw that little girl in the examination room.

Seven question marks.

Not one more, not one less.

So it was you who had been helping me all along.

But how did you turn into a little girl? Is it some kind of talent?

Shen Ye looked at Song Qingyun again.

A line of words also floated above her head:

“Stargazer.”

“Description: Pluck the stars of the sky, evolve the divine spectrum, and re-establish the divine realm.”

Behind her, nine huge, single-eyed vertical black snakes stood in the air, their gazes cast down, all staring at Shen Ye.

…How awesome.

Can’t anyone see this monster?

Shen Ye looked around.

Everyone was at ease and self-possessed, their eyes burning, but they had no reaction whatsoever to the phantom behind Song Qingyun.

How could this be…

Some people should have spiritual eyes. How could everyone turn a blind eye to such a terrifying anomaly?

Shen Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

A faint light quickly appeared, condensing into small words:

“Your spiritual eye: Moonlit Divine Illumination has been stimulated, activating ancient potential, allowing you to see all hidden evil gods from other realms in the spiritual world.”

“—The might of the All-Heaven Demon Purifier.”

“Your spiritual eye: Moonlit Divine Illumination is awakening.”

“Please cultivate all of Frost Moon Tremor to the first level of the spiritual realm;”

“Please cultivate the shooting technique ‘Sudden Rain’ to the first level of the spiritual realm;”

“Once these two conditions are met, your spiritual eye technique ‘Demon Slaying Frost Line’ will advance by one stage and unleash its true power!”

All the small words disappeared.

Shen Ye composed himself and looked at the two women before him, as well as the nine single-eyed vertical-pupiled giant snakes suspended in mid-air behind Song Qingyun.

Calling them giant snakes seemed somewhat inaccurate.

—What kind of snake only has one vertical pupil in the middle of its forehead?

Monsters.

Evil gods.

And Song Qingyun, whom it protected, was a “Stargazer.”

Pitiable!

Could it be that among the countless people in this world, not a single one possessed these spiritual eyes to see through her true nature?

“Brother Shen Ye, why aren’t you speaking?” Song Qingyun asked curiously.

Shen Ye snapped back to reality.

—What should he say?

He suddenly remembered the red keyword “tool person” that had once appeared above his head.

Although it had temporarily dissipated, he could almost recite that line of text.

“This keyword is an evaluation that your ‘Door’ ability, sensing the special spiritual power of this place, has manifested by drawing upon the blood-and-tear history of humanity’s survival for thousands of years, solely to alert you.”

Thousands of years of humanity’s survival and blood-and-tear history.

Perhaps only matters related to gods could cause his keywords to display such an explanation.

Then…

He must not be this tool person.

Leave this place, don’t get into conflict with her, don’t get involved in anything, and complete tonight’s activity properly.

This was the best strategy.

Shen Ye then spoke:

“If it’s really her, then let this matter go.”

Song Qingyun was a little surprised.

Song Yinchen, in the wheelchair, also looked at him.

—So easy to talk to?

“But I don’t think it’s her,” Shen Ye changed the subject.

“Why?” Song Qingyun asked.

“It’s clearly you in the video,” Shen Ye said.

People stirred.

The smile on Song Qingyun’s face disappeared.

She asked in a calm tone:

“Even our mother couldn’t tell us apart, so how can you?”

“This is simple,” Shen Ye scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, “She’s prettier than you.”

She’s prettier than you.

The commotion that had just erupted immediately quieted down.

Everyone’s gaze moved back and forth between Song Qingyun and Song Yinchen—

This—

The two looked exactly alike. How could one tell which was prettier?

This kid must have said that on purpose.

People looked at Shen Ye.

He still had a hint of shyness and sincerity on his face.

“Prettier than me? I also think I’m not as good as my sister,” Song Qingyun said with a smile.

“That’s right, you’re quite self-aware.”

Shen Ye agreed.

—If not getting into a conflict with you is the best strategy, then wouldn’t I have come here for nothing?

Song Qingyun found it a bit difficult to maintain the smile on her face.

“Eh? Why aren’t you smiling anymore?”

Shen Ye asked, surprised and sincere.

—Bastard.

Before, I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but now it seems that nine out of ten, you’re involved in this whole thing.

You almost caused my demise, and you caused so many people to die—

Even if you’re compiling a divine谱, so what?

Just be a human first!

A sneering voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

“Qingyun has explained it clearly to you, what kind of attitude is this?”

Shen Ye followed the voice and saw a tall, sturdy boy, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a face full of acne.

“Who are you?” Shen Ye asked.

“Zhongli Fengluo,” the boy said.

A sudden, uncontrollable surge of anger rose in Shen Ye’s heart.

During the exam, that Grand Enforcer of the Zhongli family—

It seems that the person behind it is this Zhongli Fengluo!

Kill him.

He must find a way to kill him!

At this moment, another authoritative male voice rang out:

“This matter was indeed done by my daughter Yinchen, there’s no need to say more. She has also apologized, and I hope you can still be friends in the future.”

Shen Ye looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a tall man in a Taoist robe step out from the crowd.

The man had a dignified appearance, and several attendants followed him. As soon as he appeared, people bowed to him one after another.

Since he referred to Song Yinchen as “my daughter,” he must be the father of the two girls.

—That is, the head of the Song family.

Since the head of the family has personally admitted it—

Then there is nothing more to debate.

Shen Ye looked at Song Qingyun, then at Song Yinchen, feeling very strange.

—They are both his daughters, so why such favoritism?

Is it because Song Qingyun is powerful and revered, a top student at Jialan Academy?

Tsk.

He wanted to kill Zhongli Fengluo.

But this was the other party’s territory, and fighting in a group would put him at a great disadvantage. Killing someone would probably be prevented.

He could only think of another way.

“Alright, even if Song Yinchen did it—I won’t bother with an ordinary person, but those scions who hired assassins are another matter entirely.”

Shen Ye finished speaking, then suddenly paused.

A flash of inspiration struck him.

Zhongli Fengluo.

And other scions…

Including himself.

And all those who died.

Perhaps all of them were merely tools for Song Qingyun.

After all, what would killing him bring to her and the evil god behind her?

At the very beginning.

The original Shen Ye had not yet awakened his “Door” ability, nor had he become a true disciple of the Hun Tian Sect.

The inconspicuous Shen Ye.

Even if he died.

How could it affect a “Stargazer” protected by an evil god?

And those scions, assassins, ordinary people.

All these actions were to use tools to achieve something, to reach a certain goal.

What exactly was that goal?

“So, I’m sorry, I don’t intend to forgive anyone,” Shen Ye said.

A hush fell over the crowd.

Father Song’s face flashed with a hint of annoyance. He was about to speak, but Song Qingyun held him back.

“Brother Shen Ye,” Song Qingyun called out.

“Hmm?” Shen Ye asked.

“Do you still remember when we parted years ago, it was New Year’s, and we even exchanged greeting cards?”

Song Qingyun pulled out an old, yellowed greeting card and showed it to everyone.

On the card, a few lines of awkwardly written words could be seen:

“When we grow up, we’ll be together.”

“—Presented by Shen Ye.”

Song Qingyun casually released a wisp of flame, igniting the greeting card that read “When we grow up, we’ll be together.”

A burst of laughter erupted from all around.

All the scions looked at Shen Ye with schadenfreude.

Shen Ye looked at the flames and, after a moment of recollection, genuinely remembered this incident.

In his memories—

He had given this card when they parted that year.

However, this was something from his predecessor.

“Brother Shen Ye, I think there’s already a rift between us. Let’s just forget about what happened when we were little.”

Song Qingyun said casually.

Shen Ye seemed not to hear, but in his heart, a light slowly ignited, illuminating a faint outline of the shadow hidden behind reality.

That purpose—

Is—

His gaze fell on Song Yinchen.

Song Yinchen stared at the burning fire, her eyes bloodshot, as if a wisp of despair had silently flashed through them.

In the midst of it all, Shen Ye felt he had grasped a certain key.

Tool person.

His ability had given him such a warning.

—Now it seems that everyone, including himself, the scions, the assassin groups, and even the Skinner who worshipped the evil god, were all just tools for Song Qingyun.

The Skinner might have been deliberately chosen by her.

The deaths of tens of thousands of people were also calculated in advance.

Her purpose was—

Shen Ye’s figure flashed, and he went straight to Song Qingyun, snatching the burning greeting card and extinguishing the flames.

The crowd’s jeers grew louder.

Shen Ye could clearly see a flicker of hesitation in Song Qingyun’s eyes the moment he took the greeting card.

But she ultimately made her decision.

—So what if he takes this greeting card?

The greeting card was held in Shen Ye’s hand.

Song Qingyun took a step back, her hand covering her chest, a smile playing on her lips, and said in a startled tone:

“Brother Shen Ye, you scared me.”

“…Do you still like me?”

Shen Ye looked down at the half-burnt greeting card, and the feeling in his heart grew stronger.

—Something was about to happen!

Silently.

Two lines of faint light appeared on the incomplete greeting card:

“An originally ordinary greeting card.”

“—It once stirred up a boundless sea of wishes.”

Shen Ye looked at Song Qingyun.

She was completely oblivious.

His gaze shifted, and he looked at Song Yinchen again.

There was an indescribable despair in Song Yinchen’s expression, but amidst this despair, she stared at Shen Ye, her gaze unwilling to leave.

She was like a drowning person, waiting for something in the last moments of her life.

Waiting for what?

He had no idea.

“Song Qingyun, I really don’t understand.”

Countless thoughts flashed through Shen Ye’s mind as he slowly spoke.

“Are you talking about this card? You gave it to me back then, but I don’t want it now,” Song Qingyun said.

Shen Ye immediately followed up with:

“This was for your sister, how did it end up with you?”