Chapter 47: Bai Guizhen’s Interference: The Hypocritical Killing Intent

Green light surged like a tide. Shen Yan’s fingertip still rested on the phone screen, while inside his body, two streams of Spiritual Energy seemed to collide. The Data Torrent had yet to recede—half of his consciousness remained submerged deep within the Code, while the other half was being dragged back to reality.

At that moment, a streak of golden light shot through the air, striking directly at the wrist where he and Ye Shi’er held hands.

“Boom!”

The Frost Soul Sword swept out horizontally, its Sword Qi exploding into a silvery-white web of light that forcefully shattered the golden light. Ye Zhao stepped forward, her long hair billowing, her gaze cold enough to freeze the entire mountain forest.

“The Mystic Gate’s sect leader personally launching a sneak attack? Where’s your face?”

The newcomer wore snow-white Daoist robes, held a horsetail whisk, and had a lean, refined face—it was Bai Guizhen. He stood in mid-air, stepping on a lotus-shaped Magical Artifact, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth, looking exactly like the kind of venerable, immortal elder seen on television.

Unfortunately, with a flick of his sleeve, three pitch-black poison needles silently slid out, heading straight for Shen Yan’s heart.

“Clang—!”

Three crisp sounds rang out again as Ye Zhao’s sword tip flicked rapidly, precisely deflecting each needle. She sneered, “Hiding poison in a whisk, hypocritical and sanctimonious—you play the part of a ‘righteous leader’ quite convincingly.”

Shen Yan finally caught his breath, and the Terminal Interface abruptly flashed with red warning text:

【External high-energy interference detected! Protocol Synchronization Rate dropped to 63%!】

His heart tightened. His fingers slid back and forth across the screen, trying to stabilize the dual-core Communication Link that was being rebuilt. But before he could press the confirmation key, Bai Guizhen’s voice cut in like a knife:

“Shen Yan, do you think you can deceive the heavens? Twenty years ago, it was you who personally…”

The words stopped abruptly.

Shen Yan shuddered, his pupils contracting sharply. In that instant, a blurry Image flashed through his mind—a blood-red moon, broken chains, and a woman crying out. But he had no time to dwell on it, as Bai Guizhen’s next words hooked into the deepest blind spot of his Memory like a barb.

“Shut up!” Shen Yan snapped his head up, his voice hoarse. “What the hell do you know? Stop using things I don’t remember as weapons!”

Bai Guizhen, however, smiled—a smile so gentle it was nauseating. “You don’t remember, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. This ability of yours to Defy Heaven and alter fate—was it truly awakened by chance? Or… was it that the child who was sacrificed back then should have been you?”

Shen Yan’s fingers froze mid-air. The Code loading progress bar stuck at 71%, refusing to move.

He knew he couldn’t panic—the more he panicked, the easier it would be to crash. But these words were like a Virus, crawling along his neural synapses into the Source Code System, churning the entire Program until it was Error Reporting.

【Permission Anomaly】

【Emotion Module Overload】

【Protocol downgrading in progress…】

“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath, directly swiping a line of Command on the screen: “Initiate silent compilation! Block all voice input! I’m not here to listen to stories right now!”

The green Code began flowing again, albeit slowly, but at least it wasn’t regressing further.

Yet Bai Guizhen had no intention of stopping. With a gentle wave of his whisk, dense clusters of Runes materialized in the air, using Demonic Energy as a catalyst to construct a field of contamination specifically designed to interfere with the purity of Spiritual Energy.

Shen Yan’s Terminal erupted with Popup Windows:

【Detected intrusion of foreign Energy!】

【Source Code purity declining!】

【Recommend immediately terminating the fusion Process!】

“Terminate your ass!” Shen Yan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. “I’ve come this far—anyone who tries to stop me is a damn bug!”

Just as he was about to forcibly inject a purification program, a deafening crash echoed from above.

Clang!

A worn-out wine gourd plummeted from the sky, smashing onto the lotus-shaped magical artifact beneath Bai Guizhen’s feet. It shattered into pieces on impact, splashing wine that transformed into a golden barrier of light, forcing Bai Guizhen back three steps.

“Hypocrite!” A hoarse, aged voice rang out as the Sword Sect’s Old Ancestor hobbled forward with his cane, his face twisted in fury. “You drape yourself in Taoist robes, pretending to be a saint, while your insides have long rotted away! And you dare spout nonsense here?”

Bai Guizhen’s expression shifted slightly, his voice turning cold. “Old Ancestor, this matter concerns the Heavenly Dao. If you obstruct my enforcement, you are making an enemy of the entire world.”

“Enforcement?” The Old Ancestor sneered. “Your ‘enforcement’ means striking from the shadows during a critical fusion period? The poison needles hidden in your horsetail whisk—they’re the ‘Soul-Severing Needles’ specially supplied by the Shadow Erosion Organization. I saw them once three years ago. What, now you’ve changed your disguise and think you can play the righteous hero?”

Bai Guizhen’s eyes flickered, his sleeve twitching slightly, a crack appearing in his facade of immortal grace.

Shen Yan heard every word clearly, his heart sinking. So this guy has been colluding with Shadow Erosion all along? No wonder he could pinpoint this location so precisely and use demonic energy to corrupt the Source Code System…

Without further hesitation, Shen Yan’s fingers flew across the screen, recalibrating the purification program’s parameters.

“Whoever you are, this fusion must be completed today,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m not doing this to restart some bullshit Heavenly Dao. I’m doing it to bring my brother back to life.”

Ye Shi’er’s body remained semi-transparent, floating within the data torrent, his aura faint. But the moment Shen Yan’s words fell, the remnant data form suddenly glowed with a faint light. A ripple of reverse energy quietly spread out, neutralizing part of the demonic energy’s erosion.

The terminal’s notice lit up faintly:

【Detected Coordinated Response】

【Dual-Core Communication Link Restored to 75%】

Shen Yan grinned. “Brothers united, their strength can cut through gold. Got it?”

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Bai Guizhen’s eyes. He wasted no more words. Raising his hand, he cast out a golden talisman edict inscribed with three large characters: “Evil-Slaying Decree”—clearly a pre-prepared justification.

“Shen Yan colludes with remnants of the demonic path, attempting to tamper with the Heavenly Dao. His crimes are unforgivable! Disciples of the Mystic Gate, heed my command—surround and eliminate him!”

Over a dozen Mystic Gate enforcers immediately fanned out, forming a blockade formation. Their spiritual power intertwined into a net, poised to descend at any moment.

Yet Ye Zhao remained motionless, only slowly raising her Frost Soul Sword, its tip pointing toward the sky.

“Take one step toward him, and I’ll cut you down.”

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable killing intent. Sword Qi swirled around her, coalescing into a shield composed of binary patterns, firmly protecting Shen Yan and Ye Shi’er.

Bai Guizhen narrowed his eyes. “Ye Zhao, do you also dare defy the laws of the Mystic Gate?”

“Laws?” Ye Zhao never looked back. “Rules you made—why should others stake their lives to uphold them?”

Before her words fully faded, her sword was already unsheathed.

A flash of silver light—a sweep of Sword Qi shot forth, directly shattering the defensive talismans of two enforcers. The others immediately hesitated, not daring to act rashly.

Watching her back, Shen Yan suddenly felt this woman was ridiculously cool. Just moments ago, he was worried about his own mental collapse, and now she had already cleared the path for him.

“My wife is freaking awesome!” he couldn’t help but shout.

Ye Zhao paused her steps, her sword momentum faltering slightly, her ears quietly flushing red, but she quickly resumed a cold expression and said, “If you keep calling me nonsense, I’ll delete all your Code.”

Shen Yan chuckled softly, lowering his head to continue operating his phone. He knew it wasn’t the time for flirtation, but some words, if not spoken now, might never have a chance later.

He softly added, “Just now… thank you.”

Ye Zhao didn’t turn back, only tightening her grip on the sword.

At this moment, the Sword Sect Old Ancestor stood beside Ye Zhao, his cane striking the ground, Spiritual Energy shaking the area for a hundred yards.

“Bai Guizhen, if you dare take another step today, I’ll strip off your facade in front of everyone! Don’t think I don’t know all the dirty deeds you’ve done these years!”

Bai Guizhen’s face darkened, but he did not move further.

He knew that the three before him—one was a Destiny Defier who had awakened the Source Code, one was the Sword Sect’s strongest combatant, and another was an old monster who had lived eight hundred years—if a real fight broke out, he might not gain any advantage.

He coldly glanced at Shen Yan and Ye Shi’er, who were still merging, the demonic patterns in his sleeve faintly glowing, as if recording something.

“I’ll let you off for today.” He turned and soared into the air. “But the Heavenly Order cannot be reversed, Karma cannot be altered. The more you struggle, the faster retribution will come.”

Wind swept the lingering clouds, Bai Guizhen departed with the enforcement team, leaving only shattered Talisman Paper scattered on the ground and a strand of lingering Demonic Energy.

Shen Yan relaxed, quickly checking the Terminal status.

【Merge Progress: Three】

He stared at that number, suddenly realizing something—Bai Guizhen’s final words weren’t a threat at all, but a delay tactic.

What was he waiting for?

He abruptly looked up toward the distant mountain gate.

There, a dark red pattern was slowly emerging, as if some Formation was about to activate.

And his phone, unnoticed until now, had automatically opened an unfamiliar Program Window:

【Detected external synchronization Request】

【Source: Unknown】

【Accept connection?】

(End of Chapter)