noveltune Chapter 46 Old Dreams of the Deep Palace
Chapter 46 Old Dreams of the Deep Palace
With the death of the eighth-rank martial artist, those bandits are nothing but a rabble.
Seeing the decapitated corpse, the remaining cyborgs and quasi-martial artists were terrified.
They let out terrified screams, abandoned their armor and weapons, and fled in all directions.
"Trying to run away?"
Su Changming drew the Remnant Snow Sword, flicked the blood off the blade, and looked cold.
Now that we've taken action, we must nip it in the bud.
These people have been entrenched here for a long time, acting arrogantly and domineeringly; they are clearly not good people.
Evil must be eradicated completely.
"Perfect, my soul power is still a little lacking."
He moved swiftly and caught up with them in an instant.
Inside this sealed cold storage, these demoralized lackeys had nowhere to escape.
Rising and falling, wielding the sword.
Each flash of cold light was followed by the fall of a corpse.
There was no mercy or hesitation; it was a one-sided purge.
Ten minutes later.
The entire cold storage room fell silent once more.
The ground was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.
Su Changming stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, took a deep breath, and suppressed the discomfort after his first massacre.
Then he began his actual meal.
"Activate your spiritual vision."
As a slight warmth spread between his brows, a dozen or so wisps of gray-black mist of varying sizes appeared in his field of vision.
Among them, one cloud of mist was thicker and deeper than the others, clearly belonging to the eighth-rank bandit leader.
"bring it on."
The mark on Su Changming's chest opened wide, and in an instant, like a whale sucking in water, he swallowed all the remnant souls filled with resentment and obsession into his body.
boom--!!!
If absorbing the remnant soul of a ninth-grade being was like a trickle, then this time it was like a flash flood.
The immense spiritual torrent nearly overwhelmed him.
Within the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, the once calm lake of soul power surged wildly, its water level rising steadily.
Soon, with an invisible crisp sound, Su Changming's soul power finally broke through the bottleneck and underwent a qualitative leap.
Eighth-rank Spirit Mastery, broken!
However, at the very moment of breakthrough, countless fragmented and chaotic memories, along with the deceased's fear, anger, and other emotions before death, flooded into his mind.
"Who am I? I'm Zhang San, the bandit... I'm going to kill you..."
"It hurts... my hand is broken..."
"Help...don't kill me..."
Not only the remnant souls that had just been absorbed, but also the memory fragments of David, Shen Tu, Ron, and the twin sisters that had been lurking deep within were detonated at this moment.
Su Changming felt as if his consciousness had been torn into countless pieces, each fragment vying for control of his body.
Just as he was about to lose himself in this chaotic vortex.
A deeper chill surged in like a tide, instantly engulfing all the noise.
That was a deep memory belonging to Rin.
That was from the other side of the contract, a deep memory belonging to Ling.
The world has changed.
It was no longer a blood-soaked cold storage, but a deep palace courtyard covered in a blanket of snow.
So cold.
Su Changming felt that he had become very small, like a very small little girl.
He looked down and saw a pair of small hands, red from the cold and covered in chilblains.
He was wearing a thin, somewhat worn cotton coat.
He, or rather she, was holding a broom taller than herself, clearing away the snow that could never be swept away.
This is the bell from when I was three years old.
It was surrounded by high red walls, like a huge cage.
Despite being of royal blood, in this cold and indifferent palace, an unfavored child who is deliberately forgotten lives a life worse than a servant.
There was no charcoal fire, no hot food, only endless cold stares and bullying.
Fast forward.
Four years old, five years old.
In loneliness and hunger, she learned to be silent, and to coldly observe the world with her innocent eyes.
until that day.
A pair of warm hands gently grasped her frozen little hands.
She was a woman dressed in simple palace attire.
She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she had a pair of gentle eyes that seemed capable of melting ice and snow.
"Does it hurt?" the woman asked softly, then put her small hand inside her bosom to cover it.
That was the first time Ling had ever felt warmth.
That was the only ray of light in her life.
The woman treated her like her own daughter, teaching her to read and writing, mending her clothes, and holding her in her arms late at night, humming unknown nursery rhymes to lull her to sleep.
Those six months are the most vibrant colors in my memory.
However, the good times did not last long.
The image suddenly shattered, turning into a blinding red.
That is blood.
The gentle woman lay in a pool of blood, black blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes remained fixed on her, filled with reluctance and worry.
"Live on..."
The woman died.
She died from a cup of poison, simply because she was protecting a child that shouldn't have existed.
"ah--!!!"
Su Changming felt as if his heart had been crushed by an invisible hand, and an indescribable grief and despair instantly overwhelmed him.
That kind of pain went deep into the bone marrow and pierced the heart.
He can no longer tell who he is.
Am I Su Changming?
Is it still that helpless girl crying in the snow?
"Ling'er..."
He murmured the name unconsciously, and a tear slid down his cheek without him even realizing it.
I don't know how much time has passed.
It may be a moment, or it may be a century.
"Aren't you awake yet!"
Suddenly, a girl's soft shout echoed from the depths of his mind, like a thunderclap that cleaved through the fog.
Su Changming suddenly opened his eyes.
"Huff... huff..."
He was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
Too dangerous.
Is this the price to pay for becoming a Spirit Master?
If one's will is not strong enough, one may get lost in the chaotic river of memories.
"Ring, did you wake me up?"
Su Changming asked.
But there was no reply from the other end, only a soft hum.
However, after experiencing the girl's childhood memories, Su Changming felt a certain pity for her.
He calmed himself down a bit, then stood up again.
After advancing to the eighth rank, his perception surged again. The feeling of having all five senses clear allowed him to hear the sound of water droplets falling dozens of meters away.
Moreover, a cool yet powerful force, following the bonds of his soul, poured into his body from the void.
That was the power from the bell.
The core ability of an eighth-rank Spirit Servant: [Attribute Feedback].
Although complete attribute sharing is not yet possible, as the leader of the contract, Su Changming has received about 10% of Ling's physical attributes as a boost!
Even though it was only 10%, Su Changming felt that the improvement was greater than the improvement of the ninth rank of martial arts.
Su Changming clenched his fist.
He felt that even without mobilizing his qi and blood, he could still punch that bandit leader to pieces with pure physical strength!
Then, Su Changming quickly flipped through the memories of that eighth-rank bandit leader.
He quickly found the key information.
These people were not simply abandoned here.
They were deliberately arranged to stay behind.
It was to protect and fill a core deep underground in the cold storage.
"Blood Pool..."
Su Changming's eyes narrowed.
Guided by his memory, he walked to a freezer at the deepest part of the cold storage, found the mechanism, and twisted it hard.
The ground shook, and the freezer slowly moved aside, revealing a dark opening leading underground.
A strong smell of blood and malevolent energy gushed out from the cave entrance.
Without hesitation, Su Changming jumped down.
The basement space wasn't large, but the scene was extremely horrifying.
In the center, a circular pool with a diameter of about five meters was dug out.
The pool was filled with a dark red, viscous liquid, clearly the blood of various creatures.
On the surface of the blood pool, a thin layer of black mist floated.
The aura of malevolence was intense.