Among the many buildings nearby, the courtyard appeared utterly inconspicuous. Nana stepped up and knocked on the door—five knocks in total, three long and two short.
The door opened silently, just a crack. In one swift motion, Nana slipped through the narrow gap.
The one who opened the door was a young man dressed entirely in black, also wearing a conical hat.
Inside, the courtyard was an entirely different world. The winding paths and lush greenery made it feel tranquil and secluded. It was far more spacious on the inside than it appeared from the outside. Tall trellises, covered in climbing plants, shielded the courtyard from overhead view. This type of design was common in Mingdu, where towering buildings were everywhere. No one liked being exposed—so people planted greenery to block the line of sight from high-rises.
The man in the conical hat gave Nana a slight nod, then stepped aside. She nodded back and quickly walked along a small path toward a black-domed building at the center.
The structure itself wasn't large, perhaps just over a hundred square meters. The door was already open. Nana stepped inside.
Two people in white clothing stood within, neither of them wearing hats, but each had a hood matching their attire pulled over their heads. Seeing her enter, one of them raised a hand to stop her and made a gesture.
Nana lifted her hand and took out a round token, completely black, with two faintly visible skull carvings on its surface.
She lowered her voice and said solemnly, "Long live the Holy Emperor. Eternal grace to the Holy Maiden."
The two white-robed men immediately bowed, repeating the chant in hushed tones, "Long live the Holy Emperor. Eternal grace to the Holy Maiden."
One of them asked, "Respected Spirit Envoy, both the First and Second Saints are present. Shall I escort you down now?"
"Mhm."
Nana nodded.
The white-robed man returned the token and motioned her forward.
She walked into the room. The interior was simply furnished, looking no different from an ordinary home—nothing lavish or ornate. Nana walked up to a table, pressed her palm down on it firmly, and applied pressure. The table legs slowly sank into the floor. With a mechanical click, a square opening about a meter wide appeared at the side of the table, with a faint light shining from below.
Nana stepped quickly inside and descended a straight passage. About five meters down, it opened into a large underground hall. Compared to the modest room above, this space was vast—nearly three hundred square meters—but also cold and eerie.
At the far end sat two individuals at a table, both dressed in white with hoods pulled up. Silver designs adorned their robes, marking their elevated status. The two were eating and drinking, their masks pulled up just past their noses.
Nana stepped forward swiftly and respectfully spoke.
"Spirit Servant No. 6 greets First Saint and Second Saint."
The burly man on the left grunted, "You're here? Go on in. Nothing to see here. Just keep working hard. Once you're officially one of us, everything will fall into place."
"Thank you for the guidance, First Saint."
Nana bowed respectfully and walked toward a small side door next to them.
As she passed, she stole a glance at Tang Si, who was walking openly and unbothered beside her. Her heart tightened. The First and Second Saints are both Soul Emperor-level evil soul masters... and they haven't noticed Tang Si at all?
Indeed, the two Saints continued eating as if nothing were wrong. If Tang Si had been a living person, there was no way they wouldn't have sensed him. But his body was an undead vessel. Had the Saints possessed divine or holy-type martial souls—like an Angel Spirit—they might have sensed him. But both were evil soul masters. To them, a hidden undead creature was no different from thin air.
Earlier, Nana had sensed Tang Si's presence only because he had deliberately cast a chilling spiritual aura on her alone.
Still, even if they hadn't detected him, Tang Si had no intention of sneaking into the sanctuary unnoticed. Now that the moment had come, he planned to strike first. A faint smirk curved his lips as he transmitted his voice to Nana.
"Since they haven't noticed, proceed as planned."
Nana's heart began to race. Was it really time to strike down two Soul Emperor-level evil soul masters? She was only a Soul King—of course she was afraid.
Her pace slowed just slightly as she approached the small door.
At that same moment, Tang Si stopped behind her. He turned to face the Saints seated at the table. The golden light in his eyes, previously dim, suddenly flared brilliantly—and dangerously.
The First and Second Saints both paused mid-bite. They seemed to sense something—but it was already too late.
The purple ring on Tang Si's hand lit up, glowing with a deep violet light. Suddenly, the Second Saint froze mid-sip. His expression stiffened. The cup in his hand fell to the floor and shattered.
Then, without a sound, the Second Saint's body collapsed forward onto the table—lifeless.
The First Saint froze in place. So did Nana. The Second Saint—an evil soul master at Soul Emperor rank—was dead? Just like that?
At that moment, terror surged through the First Saint's heart. As a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, he knew that their high-ranking evil soul masters possessed secret techniques to allow their souls to escape death at the last moment.
But now, he saw no sign of the Second Saint's soul escaping. That could only mean one thing—the soul had been destroyed.
Correct. What Tang Si had just used was a modified technique based on Huo Yuhao's original Soul Shock combined with undead magic—a soul extinction blast designed specifically to annihilate evil spirits.
Realizing this horrifying truth, the First Saint immediately leapt into action. Soul rings appeared around him in two yellow, two purple, and two black—six in total. He jumped to the far corner of the room, spreading his spiritual power to locate the source of the attack. Finally, he spotted Tang Si—now fully exposed, as his concealment had faded the moment he struck.
The First Saint glared at Nana's figure near the door with clenched teeth. There was no doubt—this terrifying threat had been brought in by her.
Before he could unleash a counterattack, Tang Si's eyes turned deep gray. At the same time, a glowing gray magic circle lit up beneath the First Saint's feet. A pillar of gray light shot into the air, trapping the man inside.
A scream of agony tore from his mouth.
At that moment, the First Saint felt his soul being subjected to unbearable torment. His body could no longer move an inch.
(End of Chapter)
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