The Ancient Gods' Whisper

He said, "Over the years, he deduced the existence of The Order of the Hidden by noticing abnormal behaviors in some Night Watchers members who were being controlled. This was intolerable to The Order of the Hidden. When we realized his son also possessed this ability, we knew we had to find an opportunity to eliminate him."

Soul profiling!

Gu Jianlin suddenly understood: "Ah, so that's what it was."

Su Youzhu turned her head to stare at him: "What's wrong?"

"This is the real reason the teacher chose me. From the initial guidance during the Joker incident, to the events in Black Cloud City, and then later in the West Port Forbidden Zone. The teacher wasn't just helping me grow, but was making me experience the struggles and duplicity of human nature, training my profiling abilities step by step."

Gu Jianlin softly said, "What he wants me to see through is the human heart."

Su Youzhu was silent for a moment: "The King of Qing truly is a good teacher for you, isn't he?"

Gu Jianlin nodded softly.

Su Youzhu's beautiful eyes flickered with a fleeting complexity before it quickly vanished.

There wasn't anything valuable left from Councilman Zhang.

Because The Order of the Hidden's activities couldn't be too frequent; over the years, there were only a few directives.

But tonight's gains were already ample.

The key takeaway was—the Candle Dragon Venerable will descend upon the Qilin Immortal Palace!

Based on all current clues, the probability was nearly 100%!

Since the God of Returning Burial incident, Buzhou Mountain on the Pamir Plateau had revived, and horrifying phenomena could still be seen devouring dimensions in the west, with major networks scrambling to report it.

The Ether Association had also diverted significant attention to focus there.

The peak Candle Dragon is about to emerge.

The juvenile Qilin is still only at Third Rank for hell's sake.

What's the point of even fighting?

Gu Jianlin often wanted to smack himself, wondering why he had to provoke someone like that back then.

Now, great, that person is really coming.

He resolved to reflect deeply and planned his countermeasures in his mind.

First, advance!

Iron must be hammered while it's hot—ascending to the Superdimensional Level as soon as possible was a necessity; only improving his strength was the right path forward.

Second, build up his own power base.

The Ancient God's Blood is a treasure, and finding suitable candidates to develop into Divine Servants needed to be done urgently.

The best approach was to emulate The Order of the Hidden, infiltrating major organizations.

"As a dual-species being, I need to leverage my advantages, whether it's mastering the Breathing Technique or Forbidden Spells—learning them myself and teaching them to my followers as well. Only by raising overall strength can I speed up my recovery as a Supreme. And right now, I have an SSR five-star card to nurture."

Gu Jianlin suddenly turned his head, eyes blazing, toward the girl beside him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Su Youzhu cautiously stared at him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Gu Jianlin quietly moved closer to her.

Su Youzhu didn't resist as he moved closer, only noticing her heartbeat beginning to accelerate; her snow-white cheeks flushed with a faint pink.

She thought maybe he was finally enlightened.

Finally harboring amorous intentions toward her, preparing to do something to her.

Suddenly, Gu Jianlin picked her up by the waist, opened the door, and headed toward her room, walking straight to her big bed.

Su Youzhu was dumbstruck.

What was he planning?

Was this about to lead to… bed-sharing?

Why not in his room—and why not activate the Lock of Nonexistence?

This was her first time; what if she couldn't help but cry out and her parents overheard?

Moreover, she truly wasn't prepared—she hadn't made the necessary arrangements yet.

Her cheeks turned bright red, her whole body heated up, feeling light-headed.

Gu Jianlin placed her on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her, and softened his normally stiff tone to say, "Your injuries haven't fully healed, so don't stay up late tonight. Get a good rest. I won't leave—I'll be next door keeping watch. What would you like for breakfast tomorrow? I'll prepare it for you."

For a split second, Su Youzhu blinked her clear, beautiful eyes, feeling relieved.

Fortunately, he wasn't planning *that*, as it would've been far too abrupt.

Besides, she didn't want her first time to be so reckless.

But this blockhead seemed to have suddenly seen the light, his tone no longer cold and indifferent.

Unexpected warmth—and an understanding of how to take care of someone.

This was so touching.

"I'd like some pan-fried dumplings."

Su Youzhu wrapped the quilt over half her face and muttered softly.

"Alright, got it."

Gu Jianlin gently patted her hair and said, "Sleep early. Goodnight."

Thump thump.

Su Youzhu received a gentle head pat, as if she could hear her heartbeat echoing loudly.

She didn't know why he was acting strangely tonight; still, she couldn't help but enjoy this rare tenderness.

Watching his retreating figure with a trace of reluctance, her heart grew even sweeter as she reminded herself, keeping up appearances, "Alright. Goodnight. Don't you dare disappear tomorrow morning."

Gu Jianlin gave a soft grunt as he quietly closed the door.

The living room was pitch black.

He took a deep breath, resuming his cold and detached expression.

Sorry, Youzhu.

Starting tonight, the Supreme is going to put you through pain training.

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In the bedroom, Su Youzhu remained oblivious to the impending events.

She simply nestled in her bed comfortably and pulled out her phone, sending three quick messages.

"Sis, he carried me today in a princess lift."

"Sis, he tucked me in today."

"Sis, he said goodnight to me on his own today."

About a minute later.

Su Youxia: "Don't get too happy yet—the family matters haven't been solved. Don't forget the lessons from that woman and Dad. Time isn't on our side anymore; we can't keep going on like this."

The faint glow of the screen illuminated Su Youzhu's delicate features.

She suddenly fell silent.

Su Youxia: "This time in the Qilin Immortal Palace, you returned empty-handed and ended up injured instead. Did the advancement plans get delayed? Uncle Gu mentioned the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse, but there's been no progress on that at all."

Su Youzhu glanced at the Moonstone Heart on her bedside table, sinking into quiet contemplation, retorting firmly, "That's not true. I've already obtained the Moonstone Heart. This week I'll ascend to Fifth Rank. As for the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse, although…"

Suddenly, it felt like she heard a distant, ancient calling, the surrounding space fracturing like shattered mirrors. A crimson, waterfall-like radiance poured from the cracks, seemingly about to engulf her entirely.

Reacting quickly, she grabbed a mask from her drawer and covered her face, clutching her quilt tightly.

Though this looked absurd, she had no other option.

Not to defend against the Qilin Venerable but against others instead.

BOOM!

Heaven and Earth spun wildly—everything was breaking apart.

When Su Youzhu regained consciousness, she was no longer in the tombs of the Qilin Immortal Palace.

Instead, she found herself in a pitch-dark night.

Darkness enveloped in dense fog; within the fog lurked countless black holes as if revealing the primal abyss of the universe.

Accompanied by deafening roars, crimson vertical pupils ignited deep within the darkness, faintly shadowed by a Black Dragon ascending to the heavens. Its immense form overflowed with solemn beauty straddling life and death.

The world seemed to collapse into the Netherworld.

A dragon!

The Candle Dragon!

In the depths of the darkness, a breathtaking silhouette flashed momentarily, one glance seeming to tilt the balance of the world.

Su Youzhu was utterly awestruck, the quilt that had wrapped her fell to the floor.

She gazed at the towering Black Dragon, as though falling into an eternal nightmare.

Forbidden knowledge from Ancient Times flooded her mind, like whispers from billions of deceased souls.

She felt as though she had comprehended something, her thoughts resonating with dragon roars that pierced the skies.

"Moon Princess."

A dignified, ice-cold voice resonated from the depths of the darkness.

So calm, yet spine-chilling, pregnant with immense psychic waves.

Su Youzhu's delicate face, hidden beneath her mask, turned ashen pale; she seemed terrified beyond words.

She felt it—the Supreme's will.

If she didn't master the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse within three days, she'd be seized and offered as a Female Sacrifice!

Wait, how did the Qilin Venerable manage to master the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse?

In an instant, she felt as though falling into an abyss.

Her blood ran ice cold throughout her veins.

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