I Have a Golden Crow

The Cinnabar Red Demon Flame burned on the Saint Minister’s body for nearly three days before Little Fen Yang brought the good news.

At that moment, it was nighttime, and Du Yu and the others were still in the Wilderness Forest of the Asa Empire, pursuing the remnants of the Cold Race with the help of the Wolf Lake Celestial Wail.

”Du Yu, Du Yu~”

”What’s the matter?” Du Yu was riding the Desolate Silver Lynx, pulling his bow and arrow, watching the ghostly shadows flitting through the forest.

”Thunk!” As Du Yu released his fingers, the bowstring tightened, and a Fire Arrow swiftly shot out.

Little Fen Yang said, ”Little Demon Fire says the bad guy is finally cooked!”

”Finally cooked, huh.” Du Yu murmured, feeling somewhat complicated.

The burning lasted for such a long time.

This was entirely unexpected for Du Yu!

Even the Emperor’s Minister, the Demon Fire never burns for more than an hour before being fully accomplished.

Yet, the Saint Minister required nearly three days, showing that, although there’s only a stage difference, their power is worlds apart.

The so-called Holy Grade·Cold Secret Technique, who knows how much it increased the Saint Minister’s spirit resistance!

In these days, Du Yu really felt fortunate because the Saint Minister had not seen much of the world, always just dominating in the Youhan Realm.

The Asa Capital City’s weak resistance perhaps also made the Saint Minister more presumptuous, leading him to believe that the creatures of the Twin Tree Realm were no different from Cold Beasts.

As proven, the Saint Minister indeed had the arrogance.

To force the Supreme Kui Chou to stomp and curse, he certainly counted as a prominent figure.

Du Yu will forever remember the Saint Minister’s moment of glory as a reminder to always maintain a humble heart.

Otherwise, like the Saint Minister being controlled by some devils, enslaved forever...

Tsk~

How tragic that would be!

”Let’s take out the bad guy...” exclaimed Little Fen Yang, ”Wow! Sister Shiwei is so fierce~”

Du Yu followed his eyes and saw a Cold Race woman fleeing through the dense forest, desperately displaying a remarkable will to survive.

The Cold Race person moved like a ghost, seemingly about to leap onto the tree before, seeking a leverage point.

However, a sudden storm arose in front of the tree, dragging the Cold Race remnant’s pace.

Unexpectedly, the storm was released by Li Mengnan.

And Little Fen Yang said ”Sister Shiwei is fierce,” probably because a black-robed figure charged into the storm!

Wearing a Black Python Robe, Lin Shiwei epitomized the four-character principle: fearlessly confident.

”Bang!” came a loud noise!

The black-robed young girl with a flaming fist, charging into the storm, smashed heavily onto the Cold Race woman’s face.

The Cold Race woman was directly blasted to the ground, and the black-robed young girl did not stop after punching.

Her figure, like a black sharp blade, did not diminish in momentum, slanting out of the storm, driving straight into the ground!

”Stop, stop! Human Race, stop!” In a daze, the Cold Race woman shielded her face with both hands, murmuring strange and unclear language.

Before General Lin’s eyes suddenly opened a pair of eyes shrouded in black mist, the Black Python Robe accelerated abruptly, its black tail flapping loudly.

By now, everyone’s Spiritual Qi stores had long returned to normal levels.

In the Spirit Master profession, Lin Shiwei was just a Second Level Spirit Master, and to completely avoid harassment from this Cold Race was safest to have a Spiritual Artifact help.

”Slap!” Lin Shiwei, flashing through the forest, grabbed the Cold Race woman’s lower half face, forcibly blocking her mouth.

The next moment, General Lin pinched the Cold Race woman’s face, grabbed her head, and fiercely slammed into the ground.

”Bang!”

Grass splattered, airwaves horizontally spread.

”Third sister?”

”Hmm?” Lin Shiwei looked up, with Fire Ghost Eyes, at the girl standing on the tree.

Li Mengnan opened her Violent Shadow Crow Eye, scrutinizing General Lin, ”You’re okay, huh?”

Lin Shiwei shook her head, ”With all these Spiritual Artifacts, how could I get into trouble.”

”I mean when you penetrated the storm... uh, never mind.” Li Mengnan sat down on a tree branch, letting out a big sigh of relief, ”Finally caught up with her; she sure can run!”

Lin Shiwei lifted the mangled corpse, with a swift wrist twist.

”Crunch!”

After the crisp sound of bones, the Cold Race woman’s neck was snapped.

Against such extremely dangerous creatures, it never hurts to be cautious.

Li Mengnan pursed her lips and huddled her shoulders.

Interestingly, that blood- and flesh-mangled corpse did not frighten the girl; rather, Lin Shiwei’s ruthless method to exterminate made Li Mengnan shiver.

”Caught?” Fu Jianzhou and Jiang Feng landed on the trees opposite.

It was they who pushed the Cold Race remnant to this side.

”Resolved.” Lin Shiwei looked at the senior brother, asking, ”Are there more in the forest?”

Fu Jianzhou closed his eyes to sense and then shook his head, ”No, just this one.”

”Alright.” Lin Shiwei looked up at the night sky, searching for Master Qing’s silhouette.

”Master Qing’s over there,” Jiang Feng prompted.

Lin Shiwei turned to look and then her eyes widened!

Master Qing was standing beside Du Yu, and before them stood a tall figure...

The Saint Minister?

”Let’s go and check it out.” Fu Jianzhou spoke, taking the lead to fly toward the mentor and student.

Along the way, Lin Shiwei carefully looked at the towering Saint Minister.

At this point, the Saint Minister had already dressed up, or should we say, he was well disguised.

Shirt, dress pants, black leather shoes.

This modern society’s disguise made it hard for everyone to adapt.

”Master Qing.” Lin Shiwei lifted the corpse of a Cold Race woman and handed it forward.

Yang Qingqing conjured the Jade Gourd, absorbing the Cold Race corpse into it.

It’s not that the Jade Gourd was greedy for this bite, after all, Yang Qingqing could easily find a Bottomless Pit, and Cold Beast resources were inexhaustible.

The reason everyone did this was to handle the pollution source.

”Are you called Three Han?” Du Yu’s face was odd, as strands of Demon Soul extended from his hand, landing inside the Saint Minister’s head, ”What does this name mean?

Are there two more Saint Ministers like you in the Youhan Realm?”

The Three Holy Ministers of Han conveyed with a thought: ”Unclear, the Youhan Divine Tree named me Han San.”

Yang Qingqing looked up at the imposing Saint Minister and said, ”Say it while kneeling.”

Du Yu looked bewildered, turning to Master Qing: ”Huh?”

Yang Qingqing gave Du Yu an amused yet exasperated glare, slightly tilting her head to indicate the Saint Minister ahead.

”Oh, oh.” Du Yu finally understood, secretly counting himself lucky.

What a guy~

Good thing this king was cautious and asked.

If I had knelt down directly, how embarrassing would that be...

The Three Holy Ministers of Han stood nearly 2.4 meters tall, like a large bear standing here, giving off an immense sense of pressure.

Calling him a human-shaped Fierce Beast is definitely not exaggerated.

Speaking of which, it’s also fortunate that Han San’s physique doesn’t resemble a ”human”.

If he were about 1.6 meters or 1.8 meters tall, he really would be invincible, blending into human society with ease, and his threat level would skyrocket!

With a dull thud,

Han San toppled over like a mountain, his knees crashing heavily to the ground.

Du Yu’s field of view instantly broadened, and he could see the senior brothers and sisters opposite him.

Everyone extended their Demon Souls, merging into Han San’s head.

After several inquiries, everyone’s expressions became increasingly grim.

The information this Saint Minister knew was similar to the previous Female Emperor’s Minister.

A long time ago, the Youhan Tree within the Youhan Realm convened the Cold Race corps, distributing them around each Cold Tree, waiting for the opportune moment.

Notably, the so-called Youhan Realm is a barren world.

Besides the Cold Trees, Cold Race, and Cold Beasts, no other signs of life can be found.

The skies there are perpetually shrouded in cold fog, with wisps of gray mist falling.

Sounds somewhat like the Ashen Continent.

But Du Yu knew in his heart that the harsh environment of that desolate Youhan Realm must be far more severe than the Ashen Continent!

As for whether this Bottomless Pit in the Asa Empire was actively opened by the Youhan Tree, Han San did not know.

What Han San knew was that he suddenly received orders and rushed to a specified Cold Tree, where upon arrival, a Youhan Corps was already waiting.

The Cold Tree tore open a fissure at its trunk, the Youhan Corps passed through the fissure into the interior of the Cold Tree, and then entered the Twin Tree Realm through the Bottomless Gate opened at the tree’s roots.

Throughout the process, Han San was just an obedient servant.

No matter his Power Level, he had no qualifications to participate in or influence any of the Cold Tree’s decisions.

”Were you coming for Du Yu?” Yang Qingqing asked the giant kneeling before her.

”Yes!” Han San responded in his mind, lowering his head slightly.

Yang Qingqing’s expression was indifferent, ”What did the Cold Tree instruct you?”

Han San: ”The Youhan Divine Tree required me to capture Du Yu and return to the Youhan Tree Realm with him immediately.

If capturing him was impossible, then I could kill him on the spot.”

Yang Qingqing’s eyes turned colder, the Cold Tree’s first choice was indeed to capture Du Yu rather than killing him.

If the apprentice fell into the Cold Tree’s hands, could there be a good outcome?

The Cold Tree would naturally make Du Yu a slave, turning all his Demon Pets into Cold Beasts, all at the Cold Tree’s command.

Or perhaps...

The Cold Tree wanted to vent its anger, keeping Du Yu by its side, torturing him slowly, gradually stripping away his life.

Just like the Life and Death Tree tormented Xun Grass.

Until one day, Du Yu’s body, full of holes, could no longer withstand the relentless abuse, ultimately dying in the Otherworld.

”Master Qing.” Suddenly, the apprentice’s gentle voice reached her ears.

”Mm.” Yang Qingqing snapped back to reality, turning her head sideways.

She then realized Du Yu’s eyes were particularly gentle, as if...

As if he was looking at Hu Xiaoyan?

This?

”No, no, Master Qing, I wasn’t trying to bewitch you.”

Du Yu hurriedly shook his head, continuing to reassure her: ”I just wanted to tell you that I’m fine, no need to worry so much.”

Yang Qingqing then realized the crux of the matter.

Everyone’s Demon Souls were imprinted in Han San’s head, so everyone naturally sensed her emotions.

Previously, Du Yu was told many times by Little Fen Yang and the Desolate Silver Lynx not to think through the Contract.

And at this moment, Du Yu finally understood what it felt like to have someone unwittingly write their thoughts in his mind.

Master Qing...

Seems like your mind is full of me, huh?

Though this king died miserably, with thousands of wounds piercing through me, yet...

It was worth it!