Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 900 - 901: Mengxi did What!?

The longest chapter so far :3 hope you enjy it:

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In the heavily guarded lord’s bedchamber of the White Crystal Castle, the white-haired lord of Night Wish City, Xiumu, lay motionless on the bed. Although in a coma, he would unconsciously furrow his brows from time to time, as if experiencing great pain in his sleep.

After years of cultivation, coupled with the medicinal assistance provided by the Black Rose family, Xiumu had long broken through to the peak of the seventh level. With his further enhanced strength, he should have been rejuvenated and brimming with vitality.

However, the current Marquis looked extremely haggard, like a dying old man with one foot in the grave, devoid of vitality and filled with an aura of death. Even the entire bedroom was permeated with an indescribable deathly aura, chilling and frightening. Due to the lord’s weakened state, the security outside the bedchamber was naturally strict to an appalling degree.

Five layers of protective barriers, dozens of mechanisms, and hundreds of powerful members of the knight order guarded the place, including four seventh-level powerhouses. Day and night, they guarded outside Xiumu’s door without rest.

However, even under such heavy security, one bloody red butterfly after another successfully evaded all the vigilant eyes and infiltrated Xiumu’s bedchamber.

At this moment, besides the sleeping Xiumu on the bed, the lord’s bedchamber was empty. Lady Aurora, who had been constantly by Xiumu’s side taking care of him, had reluctantly agreed to leave the room and rest a few minutes ago under Yuan’er’s persistent persuasion. After all, Aurora had not slept for days while caring for the comatose Xiumu and was utterly exhausted, indeed needing a good rest.

Under these circumstances, the infiltration of the bloody butterflies seemed even more effortless.

Soon, hundreds of ominous bloody glowing butterflies gathered in the dim bedchamber. In the next instant, these fluttering butterflies rapidly converged beside Xiumu’s bed, gradually condensing into a human figure. As the scarlet light faded, a black-haired girl wearing a black gauze dress and bare feet appeared by Xiumu’s bedside.

The black-haired girl, who could silently slip past the detection of the elite guards of Night Wish City, was none other than our Miss Yumo.

After learning about Marquis Xiumu’s situation from Yuan’er, Yumo could not suppress the unease in her heart and hurriedly came to Xiumu’s bedchamber.

Gazing at the pale-faced old man on the bed, who would let out painful groans from time to time, Yumo couldn’t help but frown.

"It seems the situation is very serious," Yumo muttered softly as she slowly sat down beside Xiumu’s bed.

The scarlet Shadow Power spread out from the girl’s body, quickly enveloping the old man’s body, carefully probing his physical condition.

Despite Yumo’s usual simple and cute appearance, she was quite skilled in healing. After all, back in the Winter Forest, it was Yumo who was responsible for treating her children’s illnesses and injuries.

After using those intruding cultists and adventurers in the forest as experimental subjects and killing several hundred "patients," Yumo had developed a set of healing methods suitable for Shadow Power on her own.

Those who had been treated all praised it~

After a thorough examination, especially after sensing the power lingering on Xiumu’s lungs, Yumo couldn’t help but bite her lip, her scarlet eyes filled with gravity.

"This aura, could it really be... Holy power?"

Yumo was shocked when she heard from Yuan’er that Xiumu had been attacked. She found it even more unbelievable when she learned that the attackers might be from the Church Nation.

According to Yumo’s current understanding, the Church Nation was a new nation established a few years ago with Mengxi as its core. The relationship between Mengxi and her children should not be bad now.

Mengxi and Yuan’er were even quite close!

Under such circumstances, why would people from the Church Nation attack Yuan’er’s grandparents? They even tried to kill him?

If Yuan’er had not arrived in time to scare off the attackers, Xiumu would probably have passed away by now.

What were those guys thinking?

At this moment, Yumo’s heart grew even heavier.

...

...

After accompanying Aurora to sleep soundly, Yuan’er hurriedly rushed to Xiumu’s bedchamber.

Closing the door, locking it, and setting up a perception-blocking barrier, Yuan’er flashed to Yumo’s side and anxiously asked, "Mommy, how is Grandpa? ...Huh?"

While asking the question, Yuan’er suddenly noticed the object held between Yumo’s fingertips. It was a silver needle as thin as a hair, emitting an unsettling aura.

The moment she saw the silver needle, Yuan’er’s face instantly darkened, and the image of the white-robed figure who had severely injured the guards and her grandfather that day suddenly flashed in her mind.

Unconsciously, the pink-haired girl clenched her fists tightly.

"This silver needle..."

"Yuan’er, have you seen this silver needle before?" Yumo asked gravely, staring at the cold-emitting silver needle in her hand.

"Yes." Recalling the scene that day, Yuan’er nodded with certainty, "Among the people who attacked Grandpa, there was one who used this kind of silver needle! Most of the guards were killed by that bastard... Unfortunately, he ran too fast, and I couldn’t catch him. Otherwise, I would have cut him into a thousand pieces! Minced him into a meat paste!"

The girl’s eyes were filled with regret and coldness. Just thinking about letting the person who hurt her grandfather escape, Yuan’er’s body couldn’t help but emit waves of black aura.

"Was this silver needle extracted from Grandpa’s body?"

"Yes." Yumo slightly nodded, confirming Yuan’er’s guess.

"That thing was still inside Grandpa’s body?! Completely undetected?"

"This needle is too small. After piercing into Xiumu’s body, it merged with the host’s flesh, indeed making it very difficult to detect. Sigh... To be honest, if this silver needle had been shot a little more accurately, piercing his heart, Marquis Xiumu would have already died. However, even so, the corrosive power emanating from the silver needle in the lungs has almost completely eroded Xiumu’s meridians throughout his body, causing all his organs to fail. Little Yuan’er, although I don’t know what medicine you used to temporarily stabilize Xiumu’s condition, doing so is just a temporary measure. This will cause the power corroding the body to turn to corroding the soul. Xiumu’s soul has become very weak. If the erosion continues, the body may still retain some vitality, but the soul will surely shatter."

"How... How could this be..." Yumo’s words undoubtedly sent a chill down Yuan’er’s spine. Her eyes suddenly shrank, and an indescribable sense of unease instantly surged through her heart like a spring.

"Obviously, a few days ago, the doctors from the Black Rose said that Grandpa’s condition had stabilized and that they just didn’t know why he was still in a coma. How... How could this be..."

"This silver needle is equivalent to a poisoning tool. The Holy power emanating from the silver needle, like tiny viruses, merges with the blood and hides under the host’s energy, making it almost imperceptible. Even top doctors may find it difficult to detect. As the poisoned person’s energy dissipates and their soul power fades, these hidden Holy energy in the body may be noticed. But... by the time they notice, the poisoned person is probably beyond saving. I have to say, the user of this silver needle has a talent for being an assassin."

"Then, then, then Grandpa, he won’t... really... won’t really..." Glancing at the dying old man on the bed from the corner of her eye, Yuan’er’s eyes were already brimming with tears, seeming like she would burst into loud sobs at any moment.

"It’s okay dear." Seeing the little one almost scared to tears, Yumo slowly raised her hand and rubbed her little head. She smiled helplessly and dotingly, "Your grandpa is fine now. Although this poison is tricky, Mommy has already taken care of it all, successfully removing the silver needle and completely cleansing the Holy energy from your grandpa’s blood. So don’t worry."

"Really? Will Grandpa be okay?"

"Of course, Mommy wouldn’t lie to you. As for grandpa, he just needs to recuperate well for a period of time. When his soul power recovers sufficiently, he will naturally wake up again."

"That’s... That’s great."

After being comforted by her Mommy, the anxious Yuan’er finally gradually stabilized her emotions and slumped beside Xiumu’s bed as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Her eyes, glancing at the black-haired girl, gradually filled with a strong sense of admiration.

As expected, mommy was still amazing. The condition that even Sister Kalina couldn’t figure out, Mommy had already resolved in just over ten minutes.

After a slight sigh of relief, Yuan’er’s red and blue heterochromatic eyes gradually narrowed. Thinking that if she hadn’t found her Mommy in time, her Grandpa would have left her forever, a chilling coldness began to uncontrollably overflow from her eyes. The black Shadow Power surged around Yuan’er’s body, like the wailing of ghosts and gods, a vengeful spirit carrying boundless resentment and murderous intent, making one’s hair stand on end.

"That bastard who used the silver needle, I must kill him..."

Since obtaining the power of the Abyssal Demon, it was the first time Yuan’er had such an urgent desire to kill someone.

"Calm down. Your grandpa is still very weak. Do you want to shock him to death?"

?!!

Huh?!

As her mother’s words entered her ears, Yuan’er, who had been emitting black aura non-stop, noticed that her grandpa was already foaming from the shaking Shadow Power. In an instant, Yuan’er’s face turned deathly pale. Frightened, she jumped up from the bed and hurriedly retracted the black aura around her. With a guilty expression, she picked up a towel and wiped the foam from her grandpa’s mouth.

Seeing her reckless daughter, Yumo sighed helplessly. However, she didn’t say much. After all, she also quite understood Yuan’er’s feelings. The grandfather who had raised her since childhood had nearly been harmed by a villain. It was understandable for the child to be unable to control her emotions.

"The guy who used the silver needle?" Staring at the hair-thin silver needle in her hand, Yumo muttered thoughtfully, "Yuan’er, Kalina’s judgment is that those who attacked Marquis Xiumu, as well as that bastard who used the silver needle, are all from the Church Nation, right?"

"Mm, yes." Yuan’er, who had stood up, nodded repeatedly and began to explain, "Not to mention that the power used by all the attackers was Holy energy, and the magic spells also had traces of the Church Nation’s curse techniques. The guy who used the silver needle was able to instantly crush the joint defense formation of the guards and severely injure Grandpa after killing four high stage level seventh guards. His strength must not be underestimated. An existence capable of cultivating such a powerful person definitely wouldn’t be some small organization. On the Ancita continent now, the vast majority of powerful forces are under the control of Sister Kalina and Brother Xiao. We are well aware of their capabilities. That guy who used the silver needle definitely doesn’t come from these forces. After eliminating them, only the Church Nation is left."

"Emm, it’s a reasonable guess." Yumo nodded noncommittally, "Have you asked Mengxi about this matter? If it’s really people from the Church Nation acting on their own, I believe Mengxi won’t ignore it."

"Sister Mengxi..." Hearing this name, Yuan’er lowered her head somewhat hesitantly.

Yumo keenly noticed this and asked in confusion, "Did something happen to Mengxi?"

"Sister Mengxi... Two years ago, she cut off contact with us..."

"Huh? What?"