Chapter 369: The Grand Play Directed by Yan Jing

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As Yan Jing's figure neared the black bridge, the barrage of comments in the Peace Heavenly Kingdom finally exploded.

"What the hell!!"

"What did I just see!"

"Mom! I think I'm going blind!!"

"Fuck, this human is too badass, holy shit! (1 Sin Value)"

"Damn it! Someone send a message to draw other criminals over here to kill this human! This is our home turf, are we going to let these bugs show off?! (5 Sin Value)"

"Spam it! I want to see a clash of the titans!"

"..."

The Inner World's barrage was flying by in a blur, and the Surface World's was just as frantic.

"Whose fierce general is this?!"

"Are you saying... this guy is from the Fifth Ring Domain?! And from a remote city at that?!"

"Daddy! I'm looking at my daddy! Hug me, Daddy!"

"Hug me, Daddy! I'm a guy!"

"Guys, get lost! No, but seriously, this guy is way too exaggerated! He killed a Fifth Tier with one strike?!"

Right now.

Ling'an.

An abandoned villa complex.

"NICE!!! Xiao Yanzi, NICE!!!"

Alone in the living room, Shen Youran forcefully punched the air and rolled around on the sofa with a brilliant smile.

As she watched the barrage of comments praising his badassery, stars sparkled in her eyes.

She knew this day would come.

She had known it all along.

She knew this man wouldn't stay by her side forever. She knew that one day he would climb those stairs all the way to the throne at the pinnacle.

She didn't doubt it for a second.

There were more beautiful sights and people up there.

And today was his first step.

"Show them! Xiao Yanzi! Show them what a true genius is! Tell them who the future protagonist of this world really is!"

After her laughter faded, she looked nervously at Yan Jing's figure on the TV screen, her heart clenching tightly with his every step.

One or two hundred kilometers away.

The Losers' District.

Looking at Yan Jing's figure, Qi Ming seemed to finally let out a breath of relief. He smiled freely and cracked open a can of beer beside him.

Just as he was about to drink, another glass of beer was held out in front of him.

Qi Ming paused, looking up to see Zhou Xian standing opposite him.

"I'll chase after his footsteps,"

Zhou Xian said calmly.

"Of course."

Smiling, Qi Ming gently clinked his beer against Zhou Xian's.

The crowd around them raised their drinks in surprising unison.

...

Inner World.

Yan Jing walked to the edge of the pitch-black bridge.

It was indeed a rather majestic structure, looking no less impressive than a certain coastal bridge from his previous life. Standing at one end, he couldn't see the other; hundreds of meters of steel rebar intertwined into bridge spires that pierced straight into the clouds.

A crowd of Inner World residents had gathered here.

These were citizens who had spontaneously come to protect the bridge. Now, watching Yan Jing approach step by step, they involuntarily gulped and backed away.

They had all witnessed Yan Jing's "slaughter" of the Pilgrim just moments ago. Even if it was agreed that humans and criminals couldn't attack them, they were still terrified, instinctively making way for him.

Yan Jing passed through the crowd and stepped onto the bridge's suspension cables, gradually climbing upward as if scaling a mountain.

Several figures in white clothes were standing above. Seeing Yan Jing approaching, they fled at top speed.

They were Inner World residents who had applied to be "Guardians." Among them were even Fifth Tier cultivators specifically arranged by the Law Enforcement Agency and the government.

This was all to stage a play where the "Guardians" defeated the "Criminals" live on stream.

From this, one could see exactly why this broadcasting scheme had won the president's approval.

According to the plan, this broadcast wouldn't just rake in money, provide an emotional outlet for the masses, and boost the reputation of the plutocrats. It would also play out the following theatrical act:

Criminals kill humans; the citizens rejoice.

Guardians kill criminals; the citizens rejoice.

Citizens protect buildings, gaining a sense of participation—this not only makes them happy but also strengthens public morale.

But now... the plan seemed to have gone slightly off the rails.

The drop zones for the criminals had been set long in advance, and the Guardians assigned to protect Victory Bridge were specifically arranged to deal with that Pilgrim.

The problem was that the Pilgrim had been instantly annihilated by this human before them!

How could they possibly beat him? Naturally, their only option was to run!

Compared to the mission, their lives were obviously more important.

Immediately, a chorus of curses flooded the barrage!

"Motherfucker! They ran?!"

"That's our Victory Bridge!!! Aren't you Guardians? Get in there!!!"

"Damn it, running away right at Victory Bridge!! Bah! Shameless!!"

"Look, this is the Peace Heavenly Kingdom under Quan Dazhong's rule!"

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Amidst this torrent of curses, Yan Jing's Sin Value skyrocketed.

Yan Jing smiled faintly. He wasn't in a hurry to strike.

He was waiting. Waiting for some people to arrive.

He turned around, smiled at a small black dot high in the sky, and mouthed:

"I'll try to be gentle later."

The moment he said this, the barrage exploded even further!

Although many realized Yan Jing was doing this deliberately just to harvest a sum of Sin Value, with so many people watching, someone was bound to lose their temper.

And so... Yan Jing's Sin Value surged wildly, soon breaking past the 150,000 mark.

Three million didn't seem so hard to reach now...

A few minutes later, Yan Jing glanced to the side, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

They were here.

A black Thorn Spear instantly materialized in his hand.

Compared to before the Fear Tree's evolution, the current spear seemed to have transformed as well.

The pitch-black shaft seemed covered in a layer of liquid Chaos, where any touch would send ripples across its surface. Yet, the sharp blade at its tip flashed with a cold glint, highlighting its terror. Even the slanting sunlight couldn't linger on its point. With a gentle swing from Yan Jing, the very space around it distorted slightly.

Seeing Yan Jing raise his spear, some of the older generation in the barrage frantically fired off comments:

"Is no one going to come out and stop him!!"

"Has our Peace Heavenly Kingdom fallen to such a state?!"

"This is Quan Dazhong for you!!! Quan Dazhong, step down!!!"

Just as everyone was falling into despair, they suddenly saw several figures crawling along one end of the suspension cables toward Yan Jing.

"Damn it! Get off our bridge!!!"

Leading them was a white-haired old man.

He was gripping the suspension cable tightly, his body trembling slightly in the fierce wind, yet he still roared with all his might.

Yan Jing felt a bit speechless.

He was genuinely afraid that Old Man Zhang would fall off the cable. His identities as Mao Si and Luo Sheng were both tied up elsewhere; if that happened, saving him would be awkward, and not saving him would be just as bad.

Hadn't he told Li Zhiyuan to send a few people who were a bit more nimble?!

Little did he know that Li Zhiyuan was also feeling utterly helpless at the moment.

As soon as he had relayed the mission, Old Man Zhang immediately volunteered to take the lead. Li Zhiyuan had tried to dissuade him for a long time, but the old guy clearly had some sentimental attachment to this and insisted on being the vanguard.

However...

He was also a little doubtful whether Director Mao Si was telling the truth when he said the human before them absolutely wouldn't attack.

So he stayed right behind Old Man Zhang, following closely just in case something went wrong.

"Grandpa Zhang, Grandpa Zhang, slow down!"

"Doctor Li, stay out of this! I'm going to stab this guy to death today no matter what! This is our Victory Bridge! It's been here for hundreds of years! How can we let him destroy it?! Just you wait, boy, I'm going to kill you!!!"

"Oh, Grandpa Zhang!!!"

Immediately, this scene triggered a massive reaction in the barrage.

"So touching!!!"

"It's precisely because we have elders like this that our Peace Heavenly Kingdom manages to survive through the cracks among so many Heavenly Kingdoms!"

"Where did this old man come from?! I'm so moved!!!"

"Look closely, there are words on their clothes!"

"There really are!!"

"It looks like... Tianque Sanatorium! They're all from the same place!!"

Seeing on the Information Component that everyone had noticed their identities, Li Zhiyuan quickly cleared his throat and delivered the lines Mao Si had taught him:

"Our Tianque Sanatorium absolutely! Absolutely will not allow anyone to destroy the land we call home!!!"

"We'd rather die than retreat!!!"

Hearing those stiff lines, Yan Jing almost couldn't keep a straight face.

It turned out this bunch hadn't listened to a single word of the many acting classes he had given them!!

Finally, he sighed.

He could only give them another lesson by leading through action.

Looking at the group climbing the cables, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes. Then, he blinked directly to the other side of the bridge and swung his spear down heavily!

A black arc tore through the sky, snapping steel rebars one after another. Under the sudden upheaval, the entire bridge shuddered, and the bodies of the people clinging to the cables jolted with it.

"No!!!" Old Man Zhang roared with genuine fury, tears welling in his eyes.

Under such a stark contrast, comments flew across the screen—half comforting Old Man Zhang, and half cursing Yan Jing.

Very quickly, Yan Jing's Sin Value reached 300,000.

And just as Yan Jing was about to swing his spear down for a second strike, another actor took the stage.

Tianwei suddenly ran over from the other end of the bridge.

Looking at the approaching Tianwei, Yan Jing's eyes flickered, and he sped up the swing of his spear.

Snap—

Snap— Snap— Snap—

The suspension cables snapped one after another, followed by the beams, and then the bridge deck itself.

The entire bridge swayed wildly, and Tianwei stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

By now, someone had already recognized her.

"It's Luo Wei!"

"Good heavens! Luo Wei, run!!!"

"Don't go any further!!! Run!!! Your life is more important!!!"

But Tianwei kept running forward, heedless of the danger.

However, she didn't sprint toward Yan Jing; instead, she veered toward Old Man Zhang and the others clinging to the suspension cables.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Yan Jing plunged his spear into the bridge, his weird energy surging.

With a boom, the vast weird energy expanded rapidly alongside the cracks, spreading across the entire bridge.

Under Yan Jing's deliberate manipulation, Old Man Zhang and the others finally couldn't hold onto the cables any longer. Just as they were about to fall dozens of meters and smash into the concrete below, Tianwei made a flying leap, scraping forcefully against the ground for several meters. Blood stained the bridge deck red, bringing this grand play to its final act.

"She saved them!!!"

In the barrage, someone posted a crying emoji.

Yan Jing suppressed the upward curve of his lips and turned to leave.

Catching them was an inevitable outcome.

The previous Tianwei might not have been able to pull it off.

But now...

In a place no one could see, beneath the hem of Tianwei's skirt, white fur was growing.

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