Berserk God of War

Of course, right now there’s no risk of my cover being blown, but before that happens I still need some time to talk with Fu Miaoling.

As for the seventh-grade Battle Body, everyone was even less aware that, for the black‑clothed youth, mimicking the aura of any War Body was laughably easy. Back in Beibing City he’d already tested it once—whatever grade he wanted to be, he could be.

While the crowd was still asking around about just what kind of background the Shen Family had...

The black‑clothed youth and Fu Miaoling had already been led by the servants into a luxurious room, faintly scented with fragrance.

At this moment, a servant of Holy Craftsman Mountain spoke softly, "Young Master Shen, enjoy yourself. We’ll take our leave."

With that, the servant withdrew, and the door of the room closed right after.

Inside, of course, only the black‑clothed youth and Fu Miaoling remained. In such an environment there should have been a somewhat strange, suggestive mood—but in an instant, the room turned cold.

All at once, it plunged to freezing.

Right now, the black‑clothed youth still had his back to Fu Miaoling, as if he were still bidding farewell to the servants...

So this bone‑chilling aura was naturally being released by Fu Miaoling. At some unknown moment a dagger had appeared in her hand. Her expression kept shifting wildly, as if she were hesitating over something.

And when the black‑clothed youth turned around, Fu Miaoling suddenly hid the dagger behind her back.

Then she retreated a step and sat down on the big bed behind her, and in that instant hid the dagger under the quilt. The coldness in the room vanished abruptly, leaving only indifference and faint detachment.

In the next moment, Fu Miaoling gazed deeply at the black‑clothed youth in front of her and sneered, "Young Master Shen, come."

After saying this lightly, she closed her eyes, a picture of letting the black‑clothed youth do as he pleased.

Yet at the corner of her eye, without her noticing, it was as if tears were beginning to gather, only to turn to mist and evaporate at once.

Fu Miaoling silently warned herself in her heart: "I can’t kill this man. It’s not time yet. I have to let everyone see that I don’t care. Only after I pass this hurdle can I become stronger and more resolute."

Protecting herself was an instinctive reaction, but once calm returned, Fu Miaoling knew she couldn’t act recklessly.

And just as Fu Miaoling had steeled herself to go all in, she realized the black‑clothed youth... didn’t seem to be making any move at all.

She subconsciously opened her eyes again, and saw the black‑clothed youth still standing where he had been, staring straight at her with wide eyes, sweeping his gaze up and down over her.

Fu Miaoling sneered inwardly: "Men, not a single one of them is any good."

Yet she had no idea that, at this moment, the black‑clothed youth was observing the meridians and True Qi currently circulating within her. Just now, when that instant of killing intent had flared, Fu Miaoling had, for the first time in front of him, actively circulated her True Qi.

This aroused tremendous interest in the black‑clothed youth.

Suddenly, Fu Miaoling heard the black‑clothed youth mutter, "This True Qi... is really special..."

The room was very quiet, so of course Fu Miaoling heard his muttering. Before she could react, she saw the black‑clothed youth finally move, walking toward her step by step.

Fu Miaoling closed her eyes again. This time he’s really going to make a move, right?

Disgust surged in her chest.

Yet still nothing happened. She felt as if the black‑clothed youth were groping around inside the quilt for something, and in just an instant, a wave of cold spread out from under the quilt.

This made Fu Miaoling open her eyes once more.

This time her eyes flew wide. The dagger she’d hidden under the quilt was already in the black‑clothed youth’s hand.

"He noticed that I just had killing intent?"

Fu Miaoling’s heart sank as she grew flustered. This seventh‑grade Battle Body had actually discovered it—was he really that powerful?

Right then, the black‑clothed youth carefully examined the dagger and said, "This dagger is pretty special too."

As his words fell, he gave the dagger a light toss, sending it floating back toward Fu Miaoling.

She caught it on reflex. At this moment she was completely dumbfounded, wondering what exactly this black‑clothed youth was trying to do.

At this time, the black‑clothed youth turned and walked over to the window...

Then he casually threw out several Emperor’s Artifacts, arranging them around the room. Yes, Emperor’s Artifacts!

Fu Miaoling’s eyes went wide again. As someone of the Holy Craftsman Fu Family, she was intimately familiar with the Grades of treasures, and this young man had just casually tossed out several Emperor’s Artifacts.

This was absolutely not someone with an ordinary background.

Thinking of this, Fu Miaoling suddenly tightened her grip on the dagger and asked, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Only now did she fully realize that the black‑clothed youth before her had far more in mind than simply wanting her for one night. He absolutely had other objectives. In her mind, the four words "Qianwang Holy Tower" were already flashing.

Was this an emissary from the Qianwang Holy Tower come to find her?

Since she’d always been under Holy Craftsman You Family’s surveillance, the Qianwang Holy Tower had seized this opportunity to approach her. Were they going to keep threatening her with her younger brother?

In this instant, countless conjectures flashed through Fu Miaoling’s mind.

While her thoughts raced, the black‑clothed youth finally finished arranging the Emperor’s Artifacts.

Afterward, he slowly turned back and said, "I’m guessing that old woman You Yao will definitely get scolded once she goes back. How could they allow you to spend time alone with any outsider? So Holy Craftsman Mountain should soon send someone to monitor us."

"At the same time, the servants outside will certainly receive a message right away to listen in on us, so we need to set up a Barrier."

As the black‑clothed youth’s voice fell, Fu Miaoling’s eyes widened again.

There was something behind his words.

"Miss Fu, don’t worry. My name is Sikong Jing. I’m here to ask you about some things."

The black‑clothed youth suddenly introduced himself.

In Fu Miaoling’s mind, the name "Sikong Jing" flashed by, but she’d never heard it before.

She fixed a tight, wary gaze on Sikong Jing and asked again, "What do you want to ask?"

Although she already suspected Sikong Jing was an emissary of the Qianwang Holy Tower, Fu Miaoling didn’t expose him for now.

"I’m very curious—how does the Mechanical Messenger Bird fold space?" Sikong Jing went straight to the point. Though he opened the door, he didn’t open it all the way, because his true goal was Fu Miaoling, the Thousand Prison Tower chess piece.

But right now he really was extremely curious... about the stringless ethereal melody, the strange and special circulation of her True Qi, and that dagger just now.

Within the dagger, Sikong Jing could also sense the aura of Space Power, the same as in the Message Bird.

Sikong Jing was very much a Martial Fool. Otherwise he could never have achieved what he had today. Now he didn’t just want the Space Holy Key to recognize him as master; he also wanted to see if he could comprehend the power of space...

In the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison...

Those Fierce Beasts that possessed Space Power mostly only managed to use that power when they approached the Divine Martial Stage.

Which meant that if Sikong Jing wanted to comprehend the operation of space from those Fierce Beasts, he would have to understand the terrifying meridians of beasts bordering on the Divine Martial Stage. With Sikong Jing’s current realm, that was impossible.

So the space‑type meridians of the Fierce Beasts could only serve as inspiration and reference.

Therefore, Fu Miaoling’s power naturally made Sikong Jing extremely excited.

Yet with just this one sentence, Sikong Jing made cold sweat stream all over Fu Miaoling’s body. His words carried far too much meaning—most of all, that the black‑clothed youth actually knew the Mechanical Messenger Birds were crafted by the Fu Family?

That was, of course, terrifying!

So she tightened her grip on the dagger again and asked, "Who exactly are you? Which Sect are you from?"

Fu Miaoling still didn’t voice the four words "Qianwang Holy Tower." Right now she just wanted to probe clearly—maybe he wasn’t from there?

Hearing this, Sikong Jing paused, then finally said, "So I’m still not famous enough, huh? For the moment, I belong to no Sect."