Chapter 938: His Deed of Ownership

"King..." Chi Tong finally spoke with hesitation after everyone had left the venue.

"He found me," the King of Silver said in a deep voice. "Or rather, whatever is inside him found me... A moment ago, it seemed like some kind of Calamity Domain affected reality."

"So, he can really unleash the power of that Annihilator at any time?"

"I don't know... but it's certain that his connection with that Annihilator is extremely close. The Annihilator might even actively protect him."

"Then isn't it too dangerous for him to stay in the Boundless Domain? He's a bomb that could detonate at any moment!" Chi Tong's face was a little pale.

The King of Silver gazed in the direction Chen Ling had departed. After a long moment of thought, he spoke again: "The power of an 'Annihilator' is not easily controlled; I am well aware of that. Since we cannot completely control him through aggressive means, we must try a different approach..."

A rumble—

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky above the Tianshu Domain. Under the gloomy sky, a curtain of rain, driven by the wind, swept diagonally across the streets. Cool raindrops trickled from dilapidated eaves, pattering onto the dusty ground.

Sun Bumin lay on a hay bale inside the house, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, as if asleep... Not far from him was the still unconscious Jiang Xiaohua. The room was quiet, with only the sound of rain. Jian Changsheng, the only one awake, sat on the stone steps under the eaves, propping his head with one hand, staring blankly at the courtyard gate.

Jiang Xiaohua was unconscious, and Sun Bumin was resting, but Jian Changsheng couldn't sleep at all... Every time he tried to close his eyes, an inexplicable sense of unease and worry welled up, causing his heartbeat to quicken suddenly, as if warning him of something. Jian Changsheng didn't know where these emotions came from, and along with them came an unprecedented confusion.

He clearly remembered all the hardships he endured during his youth in the Yan family, but his later memories were fragmented... How did he embark on the divine path? Why did he join the Twilight Society? How did he travel from the Aurora Domain, wandering all the way to this place...? These memories seemed to be missing a crucial catalyst, like scattered beads on a plate that couldn't be strung together.

Raindrops fell densely into puddles, stirring countless ripples that fragmented Jian Changsheng's shadow on the steps... Creak.

Just as Jian Changsheng was wrestling with his confusion, the courtyard gate opened. Jian Changsheng immediately rose from the steps, and Sun Bumin, who had been dozing on the hay bale, also quickly got up, both looking towards the gate... Bai Ye, soaked from head to toe, walked in from outside, his expression somewhat complex.

"Senior Bai Ye, how did it go? Was the message sent?" Jian Changsheng was the first to ask.

Bai Ye shook his head. "No, the Tianshu Domain is under too strict a guard right now. I asked all contact points, and there's no channel to send messages out in the next few days..."

"When will it be possible, then?"

"It depends on how long the Tianshu Domain's alert status lasts. It could be as short as ten days, or as long as a month."

"That's too long... And even if the message gets out of the Tianshu Domain, it will still take a long time to reach the high-ups," Sun Bumin said with a frown.

"Exactly."

"Is there no other, faster way??" Jian Changsheng asked urgently. "He's already been taken by the King of Silver to the Boundless Domain. If we wait that long, who knows if he'll be alive or dead?"

...Bai Ye remained silent for a long moment. "There's still one way."

"What?"

"I'll go to the Ancient Relic of Theatrical Arts myself."

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumin were both startled. Bai Ye's expression was very serious. "The Tianshu Domain's security has cut off the communication channels for the liaison officers, but it can't stop me... I can freely enter and exit the Tianshu Domain, then cross the Grey World to meet with the high-ups at the Ancient Relic of Theatrical Arts."

After all, Bai Ye was a seventh-rank Thief Saint, most skilled at stealing memories. No matter how strict the Tianshu Domain's security, it couldn't stop him. And with his strength, he was indeed capable of traveling alone through the Grey World.

"The Ancient Relic of Theatrical Arts isn't close to here," Sun Bumin mused. "How long would it take to get there from here?"

"...Leaving the Tianshu Domain isn't difficult; the question is whether any mishaps will occur while crossing the Grey World." Bai Ye estimated for a moment. "If all goes smoothly, I can reach the Ancient Relic of Theatrical Arts within ten days."

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumin exchanged a glance. "Ten days... This must be the fastest way."

"But, I'm worried about dangers along the way."

"It's not a big problem." Bai Ye seemed to have made up his mind, pulling down the brim of his baseball cap forcefully. "I have a premonition that this Chen Ling, whom we forgot, is involved in many things... And if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to escape from the King of Silver. I must take this risk."

"What about us?"

"You two stay here and await the results."

Before Jian Changsheng could say anything more, Bai Ye's form flickered, and he vanished from the spot. The courtyard fell silent once again.

Chains of raindrops slid from the eaves. Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumin stood frozen for a long time. The latter shrugged helplessly: "It looks like we'll be living in this dilapidated courtyard for quite a while..."

Jian Changsheng didn't respond. He simply gazed at the desolate, damp courtyard before him, motionless, as if lost in thought.

"Hey, Spade." Sun Bumin patted his shoulder.

Jian Changsheng snapped back to reality. "Hmm?"

"Do you have any money on you?"

"What for?"

"To buy food, of course. We'll be staying here for a long time; we have to eat, right?" Sun Bumin pulled out two pockets that were cleaner than his face. "I don't have a single penny, do you?"

"I don't know... I'll check." Jian Changsheng reached into his clothes and began to search. After a while, he didn't find any money, but instead pulled out several wrinkled pieces of paper.

"These aren't money," Sun Bumin said, taking them and glancing at them. Then his eyes widened in surprise. "Wait... are these all land deeds?"

"Land deeds?" Jian Changsheng was stunned. "How could I have land deeds? Where would I get the money?"

"They really are land deeds, and they're all in prime locations within the main city of Hongchen... A casino spanning thousands of square meters, and several street-front jewelry shops... Spade, are you a big shot?!" Sun Bumin looked at Jian Changsheng in shock. "Although the main city of Hongchen is in ruins awaiting reconstruction, with these land deeds, you could rebuild a casino... If you mortgaged them, getting a few million wouldn't be a problem!"

Jian Changsheng was bewildered. He used to be a servant of the Yan family; even his life belonged to them. How could he possibly own so much property? The Hongchen Domain...

Jian Changsheng tried hard to recall the source of these assets, but he couldn't remember. It was as if someone had forcibly ripped a significant piece from his memory.

"...Was it him?" Jian Changsheng murmured to himself.