Chapter 702: Chapter 700: Something's Wrong with the Champagne

Rong Yan knew she had been set up and, fearing there were still things lying in wait for her, she declined, “This is AQ’s first celebration party; you are their celebrated talent, leaving early would easily offend people. Just listen to me, stay here and don’t wander off. Leave immediately when it’s over.”

Qi Yue felt the searing heat from the skin on her hand and, with a nervous whisper, clutched it, “Miss Rong, should I make a call to Estelle for you, to come pick you up?”

Rong Yan’s skin temperature felt like a fever had taken hold, her breathing heavy—she likely understood what was happening.

She shook her head at Qi Yue, “Estelle coming is pointless.”

Rong Weiwei dared to commit such a heinous act; she had not anticipated failure today.

There was definitely still something lying in wait for her!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Qi Yue, her face filled with worry, changed color, “What should we do?”

Neither option was viable; she couldn’t just watch Miss Rong meet with disaster, right!?

Rong Yan was calmer than she was, stopping her, “It’s okay, calm down first and don’t let others notice anything wrong with me. I’ll go out first to see if I can leave this place.”

She couldn’t stay any longer as her limbs had begun to feel weak and powerless. If she stayed, Rong Weiwei would probably come over and directly take her away from Qi Yue’s side.

“Several professors, it really is my grandfather; it seems he has already…”

Just then, the middle-aged man who had knelt down to inspect stood up, his expression sorrowful.

“This is Kamakura Guizhi.”

After being reminded of the urgent matter at hand, President Cass casually introduced him to Fu Qian and then continued to ask.

“Did you inspect it? Are there any other abnormal wounds?”

“No.”

Kamakura Guizhi glanced at Fu Qian and slowly shook his head.

“It looks like Mr. Yun is indeed unrelated to your grandfather’s death.”

The tone of President Cass did not vary.

“And your uncontrolled conditions seem to be more severe than the information previously provided.”

“My grandfather was always the one with the strongest reactions. Starting the day before yesterday, he chose to come down here alone in search of a solution—who would have thought it would come to this so soon…”

As he spoke, Kamakura Guizhi unconsciously surveyed his own body.

The exposed parts of his skin showed bright red marks that looked as if they were about to drip blood, a horrifying sight to behold.

And beneath his feet, the body had already been turned over to face upwards.

From this angle, one could see that it was indeed an elderly man.

On the old man’s face, more exaggerated red marks had all split open; the whole head was cracked and flayed, as if lightly tugged, it might turn into a skeleton.

Facing such a scene, President Cass thought for a moment, then with a flick of his heavy cloak, extended a hand with an eerie appearance.

There were only four fingers, the joints abnormally large, and the size far exceeded that of an average person; at the same time, the skin seemed to be covered with tooth-like scales.

Almost instantly, something seeped out from these scales.

At first glance, it appeared like black mist; gathering together, it turned into leaping flames, which then silently exploded, swooshing through the air.

Standing opposite President Cass, Fu Qian was nearly hit head-on.

Without a hint of heat, an abnormal sensation immediately appeared.

It was as if, where the flames passed, the surface of the body skipped the process of ignition and turned directly into ash.

“There are no signs of struggle; your grandfather’s death is indeed due to his own conditions,” President Cass declared confidently, after snapping his fingers and making the black flames instantly dissipate.

“Take the body back, let those above have a look.”

“Okay.”

Before the judgment of the president of Heaven’s Commencement Institute, Kamakura Guizhi did not dare to show the slightest doubt and promptly obeyed with great respect.

“Mr. Yun, I believe you haven’t done anything, but right now, the Kamakura Family is facing some trouble.”

President Cass turned to Fu Qian again and pointed at Kamakura Guizhi.

“As a family known as cursed swordsmen, it seems their Sword Dao has gone out of control.”

“No doubt you are an expert in this area. Are you interested in having a look and providing some advice?”

Sharp eyesight, after all, I’m someone who once comprehended hundreds and thousands of Sword Intents!

Recalling his past experiences of enlightenment at the Sword Pavilion, Fu Qian nodded amiably.

“Okay.”

The action of President Cass was not beyond his expectations.

Although no longer pursuing the reason for his presence here, there was no doubt that letting him leave now was out of the question.

Fortunately, I had no intention of leaving anyway.

[Current task has been updated, find out the cause of the divine seal’s lack of control]

Because at almost the same time, the task prompt finally appeared.

The divine seal, was undoubtedly something belonging to the Kamakura Family, a ferocious blessing bestowed upon the Tomb Guardians according to legend.

And judging from the content of the task, his own goal was clearly aligned with that of President Cass and his team.

Even such an expert team had proactively invited him to join.

…

Upon exiting the blood-scented chamber, the group ascended along a corridor paved with gigantic rocks.

As he had imagined, this was unmistakably an underground construction with the overall layout of a tomb, cold and grim, void of any sense of the sacred.

Furthermore, its most defining feature was its enormity; the chamber they had just left was but a small corner of the whole.

As they moved along, the grandeur of the architecture was evident despite the traces of destruction, and one could easily envision its former glory.

Given the shattered statue they had seen earlier, it seemed as if deliberate destruction had occurred here, although it was unclear who the unnamed deity had offended.

Kamakura Guizhi clearly knew the route well and, despite carrying a corpse, still led the way.

Before long, the team—which included two demigods—stood before two massive doors.

Sunlight was already seeping through the cracks of the opened doors.

Holding his grandfather’s body, Kamakura Guizhi carefully sidestepped through them.

And almost immediately, uncontrollable wails of mourning came from outside.

Clearly, people had been waiting outside the doors for the trio’s exploration results.

And as he emerged last from the team, gazes converged onto Fu Qian almost instantly, even the sobbing paused momentarily.

Who was he?

Suspicious and uncertain expressions spread across numerous faces.

Only four people had descended, and now three were returning alive, along with one dead and one unfamiliar face, inevitably arousing many suspicions.

After placing his grandfather’s body down, Kamakura Guizhi quickly approached a man whose face was also covered in bloodstains and whispered to him.

“Mr. Yun? He didn’t die?”

And the man, who exuded authority as the head of the Kamakura Family, had a reaction nearly identical to his.

“Not only did he not die, but he has also been promoted to demigod; just now downstairs, President Cass has confirmed that he was not involved in grandfather’s death and even invited him to join the investigation,” Guizhi explained quickly, knowing the power of key messaging.

Not only had he not died, but he had also been promoted to demigod—this news was astonishing indeed.

What exactly was his reason for being down there?

The Kamakura clan leader was clearly full of questions but managed to suppress the urge to interrogate immediately, maintaining composure after taking a deep breath.

“Thank you both for your hard work.”

First, he expressed his gratitude to President Cass and Jian Jingzheng; the next moment, he turned his gaze to Fu Qian.

“Mr. Yun, I am Kamakura Si, and on behalf of the entire Kamakura Family, I thank you for your forthcoming assistance.”

Rong Yan made up her mind and quickly left the private room. There was no signal in the private room, and only when she reached the corridor did her phone show service. As soon as there was signal, Rong Yan immediately made a call to Li Shengxiao.

“Dudu…”

The phone rang seven or eight times, but no one answered on the other end.

Rong Yan’s legs turned to jelly and she was barely able to stand. She braced herself and made another call, but still, no one answered.

No, the effect of the drug was taking hold too fast; she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer!

Rong Yan didn’t wait to get through on the phone, but instead sent a text message.

[Li Shengxiao, I’m at Jinxiu Hotel, can you come get me now? Immediately.]

The message had just been sent when two towering shadows were cast in front of her. They snatched her phone from her hands and said expressionlessly, “Miss Rong, you’re drunk. Let us take you to the VIP room to sober up a bit.”

Rong Yan watched her phone be suddenly taken, then turned to see two clearly well-trained men blocking her way, effectively barring her escape, and she scoffed, “And if I refuse?”

The two men, dressed in hotel staff uniforms, seemed as if they were ordinary employees showing concern for a ‘drunk’ guest, “Miss Rong, you are a valued guest of our hotel. We should provide you with the best service. You’re drunk, so please come with us to the VIP hotel to sober up.”

Taking a deep breath, Rong Yan took a step back, and tore away their facade, “Did Rong Weiwei send you?”

“What does she want to do?”

Rong Weiwei’s intentions, as the drug took effect, were already clear in her mind.

She had asked only to divert the men’s attention.

Rong Yan was about to reach for the anesthetic needles she carried when she realized that she was wearing a sleeveless dress today. She usually tied the needles around her wrist, but now her arms were bare—where could she find a needle now?

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