Rise to God with Life Skill Professions-Chapter 385 - 375: Unexpected Calamity, Annihilation of a Clan

Chapter 385: Chapter 375: Unexpected Calamity, Annihilation of a Clan

As these words were spoken, Mr. Yang’s expression froze slightly, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.

He had originally controlled the situation, never expecting Chen Xian to provoke once again.

Wasn’t this just making trouble for himself?

Mr. Yang rapidly turned his thoughts, wondering how to smooth things over.

But just then, a straight blade suddenly unsheathed, stabbing forward at lightning speed.

"Psst..."

The sound of flesh being pierced echoed, blood splattering onto the bluestone slabs.

Qin An stood holding the blade, his eyes exuding a cold aura: "That’s twice. One more, and you’ll lose your head."

Chen Xian looked down at the straight blade in his shoulder, pain suddenly surging in.

"Ah!"

Before his scream was halfway out, a booted foot kicked him in the chest.

Chen Xian flew backward, shattering the stone steps not far away.

"How dare you strike!"

He struggled to get up.

But before he could rise, a cold sensation gripped his neck, freezing him in place.

Qin An held the Cold Star against Chen Xian’s neck, his expression calm as water: "I struck, so what?"

"Bold!" Mr. Cui reacted, about to step forward.

But just then, a figure blocked her path.

"I advise Mr. Cui not to act," Lv Qi casually twirled his long spear, saying indifferently: "Otherwise, your fate will be out of your hands."

The Inner God Realm Perfection cultivator’s pressure bore down like a mountain, making Cui Qi feel ice cold.

Qin An tapped Chen Xian’s cheek with the blade’s back: "Say it again."

Chen Xian shivered speechlessly, gritting his teeth tightly.

He felt the killing intent from Qin An was tangible, as if he would truly behead him.

Despite his Great Success of Inner God Realm cultivation, even with Qin An’s sudden attack, he should have been able to react.

But to be defeated in one move now meant only one thing: Qin An’s strength far surpassed his own.

Qin An said calmly: "Are you scared?"

Chen Xian lowered his eyes, still not speaking.

"How boring." Qin An sheathed his blade: "Mr. Lv, let’s go."

Lv Qi grinned, carrying his long spear as he followed Qin An.

The two soon disappeared from sight.

The scene fell into a dead silence.

Mr. Yang wiped sweat from his forehead: "Would the two of you still like to attend the banquet?"

Cui Qi clenched her pale fists: "Get up!"

Lying on the ground, Chen Xian held his wound, struggling to stand.

"Mr. Yang, find us a place to stay," Cui Qi said through clenched teeth.

Eat?

Who would be in the mood to eat at this time?

Mr. Yang understood suddenly: "Lead the two esteemed guests to their lodgings."

Two state officials timidly stepped forward, not daring to say a word.

"Move!"

Cui Qi’s expression was grim, striding out of the room.

Chen Xian, holding his wound, followed embarrassingly.

Soon, the two left, arriving at a picturesque residence.

"Qiqi..." Chen Xian finally spoke: "I wasn’t prepared just now, otherwise I wouldn’t have lost in one move."

"Enough!" Cui Qi abruptly turned, her features slightly contorted: "This grudge must be avenged, but not now, not until the task is complete."

Chen Xian opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but didn’t know how.

Not until Cui Qi returned to her room did Chen Xian’s face darken as he entered another room.

...

"Snap!"

Qin An closed the door, poured a cup of tea, and sipped.

Lv Qi sat across, shaking his head: "Mr. Qin was a bit impulsive this time. If those two use underhanded tactics later, it could be troublesome."

Open attacks are easier to thwart than hidden ones. Though Lv Qi admired Qin An’s character, he still thought Qin An was too impulsive.

"In front of Mr. Yang, it was inconvenient to make a move." Qin An said briefly.

Hearing this, Lv Qi was taken aback, needing a few breaths to respond.

His body suddenly felt a chill.

What did he mean by ’inconvenient to make a move’?

Was he suggesting that given the chance, Qin An would take their lives?

Once this thought appeared, Lv Qi became increasingly convinced of his assumption.

But some things are better left unsaid, knowing them secretly is enough.

"Rest first." Qin An placed down the teacup.

No one with a grudge against him had survived.

Those two would surely meet their end; it was only a matter of time.

For now, the Tianyuan Festival mission was what mattered.

Lv Qi stood and said: "In that case, I won’t disturb Mr. Qin any longer."

With that, Lv Qi left the room.

Qin An watched the flickering candle flame in the room, saying nothing further, closing his eyes to recover his spirits.

...

Time passed, and nightfall came in the blink of an eye.

Qin An sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating True Essence, maintaining peak condition.

The night was tranquil, as if cool water flowed across the ground.

By now, Qin An’s five senses were incredibly keen, nothing outside could escape his ears.

He could hear many Evil Extermination Bureau members moving outside, preparing for the Tianyuan Festival.

At that moment, footsteps showed slight panic, with one set heading toward his lodging.

Qin An opened his eyes, got up, and walked to the door: "What’s the matter?"

It was late at night, and someone visiting was certainly no trivial matter.

Just as he stood still, knocking sounded on the door.

"Mr. Qin, something happened. Mr. Yang requests your presence in the main hall for a discussion."

Something happened?

Qin An stroked his chin, nodding: "Alright."

The voice outside vanished.

Another door opening sound was heard.

Qin An pushed open the door, just in time to see Lv Qi prepared and ready.

"Mr. Qin, shall we go together?" Lv Qi asked.

Qin An stepped out, looking toward the courtyard not far away: "Just right."

The two said no more and headed toward the courtyard.

...

Inside the main hall.

Mr. Yang stared at the body lying on the straw mat, his expression as heavy as water.

Several state officials stood solemnly on either side, not daring to speak.

After a moment, Mr. Yang withdrew his gaze.

"Annihilated overnight, who could have done this?"

One state official stepped forward quickly and clasped his fists: "There are traces of the Pseudo-God’s presence at the scene; it must be the work of a Pseudo-God."

"Must?" Mr. Yang’s eyes glimmered ominously.

The state official broke into a cold sweat: "I’m certain it was the work of a Pseudo-God."

Mr. Yang turned his gaze away, speaking coldly: "Of all times, why at the Ancestral Festival, and why was it them who were wiped out? This Ancestral Festival will be anything but peaceful now."

As soon as these words fell, Mr. Cui and Chen Xian walked into the hall first.

Their faces were calm, as if they’d forgotten the recent events.

Mr. Yang put away his gloomy demeanor.

Mr. Cui glanced at the corpse on the floor, his brows slightly furrowed: "Mr. Yang, what’s going on here?"

Mr. Yang shook his head: "Things are rather complex; let’s wait until Mr. Qin and Lv Qi arrive before discussing."

Chen Xian’s face showed a sinister expression: "Are we not fit to know the information beforehand?"

Mr. Yang frowned.

He was somewhat annoyed.

The matter of the family being annihilated was supposed to be the Evil Extermination Bureau’s concern, yet Chen Xian and Mr. Cui insisted on arguing over it now.

Truly, they do not know what’s good for them.

If not for lacking status and power, Mr. Yang would certainly have slapped them.

Mr. Cui was about to speak when footsteps started sounding, forcing him to swallow back his words.

"What, can’t we wait?"

Hatred flashed in Chen Xian’s eyes, though he masked it well.

Neither spoke, but their suppressed anger was almost palpable.

Qin An and Lv Qi stepped into the main hall, their gaze falling on the corpse, both frowning deeply.

The body wrapped in straw mat had its white cloth removed; it was covered head to toe in wounds.

The Evil Qi was tangible; it was obvious who caused the death.

Qin An calmly took his seat: "Mr. Yang, you may speak now."

Mr. Yang breathed out in relief: "As Mr. Qin stated, this person and the forces behind him were wiped out overnight by a Pseudo-God."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions varied.

Lv Qi was lost in thought.

Mr. Cui and Chen Xian clenched their fists, a look of restrained anger.

Earlier, the two came here, yet Mr. Yang evaded giving any information.

But now, as soon as Qin An appeared, the matter was disclosed speedily.

As if they were of no account.

Qin An stroked the knife hilt: "What is this person’s identity?"

Mr. Yang showed a troubled expression: "If it were a regular force, that would be one thing, but they’re different; they host the Ancestral Festival every time."

"You gentlemen may not know, such grand festivals can’t solely rely on the constables and the Evil Extermination Bureau."

"The forces behind this individual belong to the Ma family, closely allied to the Evil Extermination Bureau, responsible for maintaining order at the Ancestral Festival each year."

At this point, Mr. Yang paused briefly.

Lv Qi asked in surprise: "At such a time, the Ma family suddenly wiped out, certainly related to the Ancestral Festival, has any Pseudo-God clue been found?"

Mr. Yang shook his head: "Nothing found."

Qin An squinted, approaching the body and transferring the Seven-Colored True Essence onto it.

Soon after, Qin An withdrew his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

Seeing this, Mr. Yang inquired: "Mr. Qin, have you found any clues?"

Qin An shook his head, saying: "Found nothing."

Mr. Yang looked slightly disappointed but said nothing further.

It is normal for clues to be elusive when relying on just one corpse.

Qin An remained silent, returning to his seat, brows tightly furrowed.

There were things he hadn’t mentioned because they couldn’t be revealed at this moment.

After the Seven-Colored True Essence flowed into the body, Qin An discovered a faintly disappearing residual soul force.

The residual soul force felt notably familiar, as if encountered somewhere before.

With a slight sense, Qin An knew where he had encountered it.

It was indeed the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill.

The corpse in front and the Ma family hosting Ancestral activities might have cultivated the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill, or might be connected to it.

"Seems like the one hiding behind the scenes has already sent someone to Creek State, but what exactly is he intending?" Qin An mused silently.

Lv Qi said: "Mr. Yang, tomorrow marks the start of the ancestral festival, if suitable personnel aren’t found now to host and maintain order, tomorrow’s dangers will multiply."

Currently, no clues are found, it’s best not to search for now; focus on tomorrow’s tasks instead.

The Ma family has been wiped out completely, the hidden party is likely related to the festival’s task, maybe even targeting the festival itself.

Thus Lv Qi’s point was completely reasonable.

Mr. Yang regained composure, nodding: "There are many family forces that can maintain the stability of the ancestral event, luckily discovered in time, we have an entire night to arrange, please rest for now, I’ll send someone to summon them, preparing overnight, no mishaps will occur."

Qin An nodded and then rose: "In that case, we’ll take our leave first."

No clues, only the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill, even Qin An can’t extrapolate an enemy from thin air.

Thus the rest of the affairs can be left to Mr. Yang, while himself and others retreat for some rest.

Gather energy to face the upcoming dangers.

Lv Qi didn’t linger, following Qin An to leave the main hall.

Mr. Yang glanced at Mr. Cui and Chen Xian, simply exchanged pleasantries and then left to seek forces for the next day’s ancestral arrangements.

Mr. Cui and Chen Xian exchanged a glance, both silent.

Today, they completely lost their fighting spirit.

With Qin An present, they didn’t even utter a single word.

Their suppressed resentment churned within.

No longer overthinking, they both left the main hall, heading back to their quarters.

Upon returning to the dwelling, Mr. Cui said nothing and went to his room.

With the door shut with a bang by Mr. Cui, Chen Xian looked at the closed door with a tinge of bitterness.

He was Mr. Cui’s suitor, not only for Mr. Cui’s background but genuinely liking Mr. Cui as a person.

They’d already formed a friendship, but Qin An’s actions caused him to utterly lose face before Mr. Cui.

He could sense Mr. Cui’s coldness towards him, something he couldn’t save.

Chen Xian clenched his fists, his hatred for Qin An deepening.

Yet he felt a profound sense of helplessness.

After a long while, Chen Xian sighed, pulling open the door to the adjacent room.

However, upon pushing the door open, he found someone was sitting inside.