Hui Tian Ch98

Chapter 98

What I do not permit shall not exist.

“He, how did he chase us? How did he get here?!” The driver desperately activated his ability, but the SUV remained immobile as if welded in place. Amidst the chaos, he frantically slapped the steering wheel, “Damn it, we’re all going to die! Get out!”

The vehicle exploded with a bang, and the air flow was like thousands of sharp arrows. Su Jiqiao waved his hand, drew out a dagger from mid-air, and chopped it towards Bai Sheng’s throat with earth-shaking force.

When Su Jiqiao fought, he was nothing like his delicate appearance. In an instant, rocks shattered, the ground trembled, and within the blink of an eye, he had slashed more than ten times. In the flash of lightning, Bai Sheng’s calm, lowered eyes could be seen, and with two fingers, he caught the blade in mid-air and exerted a slight force.

Crack.

The metal broke with a sharp sound, and the broken blade shot out.

Several evolutionists recklessly charged towards Bai Sheng together, but the spinning blade flew like a reaper’s scythe, piercing through all of their bodies in an instant!

Blood sprayed everywhere like blossoms, and several people screamed as they fell to the ground, blood spurting like a fountain. At the same time, with a clear snap of his fingers, Bai Sheng raised a transparent barrier in front of Shen Zhuo, blocking the spraying blood arrows.

That was simply an overwhelming power gap.

Su Jiqiao knew he had no choice, and his mind raced instantly. He activated Fatal Strike, and a few strands of bright red light lingered between his fingers. He was about to reach out to Bai Sheng’s brow.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the true image behind Bai Sheng was reflected in his eyes——

The Hell Wolf King blocked out the sky and the sun, his deep red pupils piercing the void, like a gigantic god standing tall.

Tyrant 2.0, whose destructive power was doubled due to his excessive brutality, was immune to all mental attacks.

The S-class psychic power was completely shattered, and the bright red light threads turned into millions of light points, disappearing silently and without a trace.

Then Bai Sheng’s condescending face appeared in Su Jiqiao’s eyes again, and his tone was calm and cold: “Is this all you have got?”

Su Jiqiao gritted his teeth, stabbing four fingers towards Bai Sheng’s throat lightning-fast, only to be met with a thousand-pound iron fist pounding into his abdomen. The sound of his internal organs being crushed was clearly audible.

Boom!

Su Jiqiao crashed into the mountain rock like a cannonball, collapsing the hillside on the spot!

Rows of trees fell, rocks rained down like a storm, and thick smoke billowed up to the sky, visible from miles away.

Bai Sheng hovered in mid-air, a cold light flashing in his palm, forming a sharp, long knife that reflected his cold eyes:

“I promised Shen Zhuo to skin you alive and pull out your tendons, but… I don’t want to dirty my hands; dismembering you will have the same effect.”

With a metallic clang, he pointed the knife at Su Jiqiao on the ground: “Go to hell.”

“No…” A hoarse voice suddenly came from not far away.

Behind the protective shield, Shen Zhuo stood up, clutching his forehead, his blood-stained white shirt disheveled and messy. He looked up at Bai Sheng, his expression dazed and confused:

“…Don’t hurt him; don’t hurt Su Jiqiao… Who are you?”

A slight change finally appeared in Bai Sheng’s eyes.

“Shen Zhuo?” he asked, emphasizing his tone.

If there were another psychic evolutionist present, they would see that Shen Zhuo’s brain was in utter chaos, with sounds, images, touch, and sensations all reversed and confused. Bai Sheng’s figure cast multiple shadows on his retina, making it impossible to see clearly.

Who is this person? A chaotic thought flashed through his mind.

Obviously, he should be feeling revulsion because the chemicals and S-class abilities combined into an irresistible force of terror, like a pathological compulsion, with every neuron strongly reacting, forcing him to feel endless disgust towards this person.

But whenever he was about to succumb to this force, a faint intuition deep in his subconscious, like a hook piercing his flesh, brought him sharp pain.

Something was wrong.

It shouldn’t be like this.

“…Who are you?” Shen Zhuo gasped violently, squeezing out the words with difficulty.

His ears buzzed, and that person seemed to be walking towards him, patiently calling his name over and over. Shen Zhuo closed his eyes, trying to search his mind for any memory of this person, but whenever he did, a shocking pain would flash through his brain, piercing through his skull.

“Don’t hurt Su Jiqiao; don’t appear in front of me…” Shen Zhuo staggered back, blinded by the pain as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his heart, “Go away; I don’t want to see you!”

Bai Sheng stopped, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“He doesn’t remember you; seeing you only adds to his pain.” Su Jiqiao’s voice came from not far behind, half of his body crushed under rubble, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood as he spoke, but his tone was laced with a sick excitement, “The suggestion from Fatal Strike is irreversible. Do you know how much he hates you now?”

“…”

“Reversing love and hate lasts a lifetime; it won’t disappear even if the caster dies, and the effect will only grow stronger over time. So come on, kill me in front of him, and guess what will happen next?”

“I will gain eternal life in his heart, my name representing indelible remembrance and love, just as his hatred for you will be eternal.” Su Jiqiao’s blood-stained laughter seemed to shake from his chest, “Who do you think you are, Bai Sheng? I am the one who occupies Shen Zhuo’s soul; I have left my name in his heart forever, and he will never remember you again!”

Though it was a dying curse, he was ecstatic with fulfillment, trembling with satisfaction, each word sending chills down one’s spine.

“…”

Bai Sheng turned his back to him, his face unreadable, and after a long pause, he said indifferently, “Is that so?”

Su Jiqiao leaned back in the pool of blood, raising a hand towards Shen Zhuo.

Shen Zhuo clutched his chest tightly, gripping so hard that his knuckles protruded through his gloves, stumbling backward. But he couldn’t withstand the force that came from afar—an invisible rope binding him at the waist and pulling him into Bai Sheng’s arms.

“…Let me go…”

The sudden, intense stimulation from reversing love and hate felt like his brain was being torn apart alive. Shen Zhuo gritted his teeth, trying to push Bai Sheng away, but the latter held him tightly in his arms, forcing his palm to press against the back of his head.

“Do you hate me?” Bai Sheng said in a low voice, “But I love you.”

Shen Zhuo’s nose was forced into Bai Sheng’s neck. Despite being someone he should hate immensely, the skin exuded an incredibly familiar and pleasant scent, like the sea, drowning him completely.

Excruciating pain.

His unsteady hands tightly grasped this man named Bai Sheng, breathing as if he had just survived drowning.

But the more he couldn’t resist being drawn to that familiar scent, the more he felt a piercing, bone-deep pain.

“Let me go; I don’t know you… I shouldn’t know you.” Shen Zhuo panted heavily, driven to desperation by the pain piercing through his skull, and vented by biting into Bai Sheng’s neck, forcing out the words: “Let me go!”

His teeth sank into the muscle, and hot blood gushed out, soaking a large area of the collar.

However, Bai Sheng did not react, not even showing a hint of pain, only soothingly stroking Shen Zhuo’s back over and over. He then tilted his head and kissed the sweat-soaked black hair.

“Don’t be afraid, hold on.” He said softly, “It will be over soon.”

Several evolutionists, severely injured, lay groaning and struggling in the distance. Bai Sheng held Shen Zhuo in his arms with one hand, turning around to look at them with no emotion.

“Bai Sheng, you are not fit to evolve at all. One day, Mr. Rong will—”

Before the dying curse could land, Bai Sheng raised his hand and slashed diagonally.

With a few explosive sounds, bodies burst open, bones and organs turned into red mist, and those people were simultaneously reduced to pulverized flesh!

Only Su Jiqiao remained on the open ground, barely alive and covered in blood, staring intently at Shen Zhuo’s back. With a clanging sound, he drew his dagger and struggled to stand up.

But Bai Sheng’s next words pinned him to the spot:

“—Do you think any ability in this world is ‘irreversible’ before me?”

Su Jiqiao’s pupils tightened: “What did you say?”

“There is only one truly irreversible ability in this world.” Bai Sheng’s voice was devoid of any emotion, calm like a cold, deep pool, “It is causality.”

“…”

A sudden, icy premonition spread through Su Jiqiao’s heart.

“A complete causality weapon can achieve the greatest entropy reduction in the universe, including reversing the time axis, severing the evolutionary chain, and even delivering destructive blows to low-dimensional civilizations. Of course, the causality I can wield as an individual life form is only a part of the complete weapon, namely, erasing the primary causal link.”

“When a person is erased by causality while alive, the material value they created, the direct damage they caused, and even the children they gave birth to will all disappear completely. In other words, your Fatal Strike will no longer exist, and your psychic attack on Shen Zhuo will be entirely reduced to entropy.”

“He won’t even remember a bit of pain; just like your entire significance to him, there will be no love, no hate, only a bit of annoyance and emptiness.”

Su Jiqiao’s blood seemed to freeze, muttering incredulously: “…Impossible…”

“I’ve always avoided using causality on living people.” Bai Sheng raised his slender fingers and said, “Congratulations on being the first.”

With a tearing, sharp sound of the wind, Su Jiqiao lunged with his dagger regardless of everything, but he stood no chance in front of Bai Sheng. As blood spurted, he was struck against the mountain wall, his chest bones collapsed, and countless large rocks turned into stone powder. This man was completely insane; he turned the dagger to his own throat, trying to kill himself before causality could be enacted, but the air formed spinning arrows that shot through, nailing Su Jiqiao’s hands and feet firmly to the rock edge.

“Farewell, stranger,” Bai Sheng said coldly.

Like a meteor crossing the sky, Bai Sheng held Shen Zhuo in his arms, leaping backward, instantly pulling thousands of meters away in the sky, a deadly line of cold light flashing from his fingertips—

What I do not permit shall not exist.

The clear light of causality engulfed the forest.

The vast land within a radius of 3000 meters turned into a lifeless zone, the final scene being Su Jiqiao’s pale face in the distant ground, staring at Shen Zhuo, that madness like gazing at an unreachable moon.

The S-level ability “Reverse Love and Hate” vanished.

A strand of poisonous red thread emitted from Shen Zhuo’s forehead, and with Su Jiqiao’s twisted, painful, and despairing love and hate, it was utterly annihilated in eternal nothingness.

At high altitude, the wind was blowing hard. Shen Zhuo leaned on Bai Sheng’s shoulder, as if just waking from an absurd dream, his blood-stained eyelashes lifting slowly.

His mind was still very confused, as if he recognized this person named Bai Sheng, yet as if he had no perception of the entire world. After a long while, the hand on Bai Sheng’s other shoulder lifted, his fingertips full of exploration, gently tracing the man’s tall and narrow nose, leaving a streak of blood.

“…” Bai Sheng held his fingers, lightly kissing the cold knuckles.

“Sleep,” he whispered, “We’ll settle accounts when we get back.”

Shen Zhuo did not hear what he said.

He was too exhausted, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

·

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Under the Church Cross.

A small ripple-patterned mirror floated in Rong Qi’s hand, the image within ending in a burst of white light, followed by the causality swallowing up the entire view.

“…”

Rong Qi silently exhaled, reversing his hand to cancel the ability, the mirror disappearing into the air.

“Su Jiqiao just died like that?” Yoko Noda couldn’t believe it, angrily blurting out after a moment, “He clearly made a deal with you and promised to bring back Supervisor Shen, he—”

“Not surprising,” Rong Qi said indifferently, “When he stabbed your brother in return, I knew this trip would almost certainly fail. Without the ability for spatial traversal, his chance of escaping from Bai Sheng was less than one percent.”

The heavy, solemn peach wood doors of the church slowly closed behind them. Rong Qi stepped down the stairs, followed by a dozen other evolved individuals. The square was dimly lit by the morning light, reflecting on his gloomy eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, “Was Mr. Chairman sent back?”

A subordinate nodded, “He was sent back the same way. He won’t betray us.”

Rong Qi nodded without speaking.

Yoko Noda was still a bit puzzled, “He’s just an ordinary bureaucrat; why are you being so polite to him? Why don’t you just order him to hand over the key…”

“We need voluntary cooperation from all sides to make them truly realize which side they should stand on. Since Shen Zhuo already knows the truth about Fu Chen, he will surely guess our intentions next. Humanity’s vigilance will only become more stringent.”

Rong Qi stood by the car door, looking towards the distant sky, squinting slightly.

“After all, obtaining a double-S vessel that can bear causality is not an easy task,” he said softly.

“Such a soul always carries a bit of risk in being dispelled.”

The green stone slabs of the square reflected the sky, a long wind swept through the streets, and the city gradually woke up.

Through the city to the end, the EHPBC council building was ringing the bells, standing tall under the ever-changing sky.

·

Shenhai, Suburbs.

The fireplace crackled lightly, and the night wind howled against the window lattice.

The villa built on the mountainside was very quiet, with velvet curtains shielding the boundless night, and the spacious master bedroom was carpeted with soft, light-colored rugs.

Bai Sheng poured a bit of whiskey into a glass, gently placing the bottle back on the table, the amber liquid clinking against the ice cubes.

“His mental state is very poor,” he said to his phone, looking towards the large bed.

The light was warm, the bedding in disarray, and Shen Zhuo, still in a deep sleep, furrowed his brow as if instinctively resisting something in a strange dream.

Bai Sheng had personally brought Shen Zhuo back from Myanmar but didn’t return him to the supervision office or even enter Shenhai’s city limits. Instead, he settled them in this suburban vacation villa, citing the fact that Supervisor Shen’s safety was paramount, requiring the highest level of security at all times.

In the desolate wilderness, the long wind whistled in the distance.

“You won’t let anyone come over, and over the phone, we can’t determine what’s really going on with Mr. Shen.” The voice of the Witch Italdo came through the call, “Shui Ronghua asked if his body temperature had risen.”

Bai Sheng walked to the bedside, his knuckles affectionately brushing Shen Zhuo’s refined nose, “No.”

“Heart rate?”

“Slightly faster than normal.”

“Then it’s nothing serious, probably just residual effects of the neurotoxin and the psychic attack,” Witch Italdo said lazily, “Based on my deep understanding of psychic abilities, although you erased Su Jiqiao’s Fatal Strike, the lingering side effects will last at least several hours to a day or two to resolve. After all, pain and side effects are beyond the scope of primary causal connections…”

The voice from the phone caused Shen Zhuo to frown and move slightly.

Bai Sheng stood up, like a silent black panther, and walked out of the master bedroom.

His reflection in the living room’s full-length mirror showed his profile, casually dressed in home pants, his lean upper body bare, defined abs, and the mermaid line disappearing into his waistband, barefoot on the carpet as he walked to the window.

“Tsk, tsk, poor thing. I told you that entering the submission period earlier would have prevented this. Double-S pheromones could certainly counteract the mental effects of the abilities. Who was it that insisted on doing things the hard way first? It looks like the box of condoms I gifted will never be used… Shui Ronghua, why are you hitting me? Did I say something wrong?”

Bai Sheng chuckled deeply, a hint of inscrutable light in his eyes.

The vast night outside the floor-to-ceiling window reflected his sturdy, slender neck and the dried bloodstain from a bite mark on his nape.

“Mr. Bai,” Shui Ronghua’s businesslike tone came from the other end of the phone: “The International Supervision General Administration sent a letter inquiring about something. They said Deputy Supervisor Bo Kun from Myanmar died under unknown circumstances in the maze, and his body disappeared. They want to know if you have any clues about the whereabouts of his body.”

Bai Sheng raised an eyebrow and repeated, “Clues?”

“They said there were witnesses who saw you go back to the maze after cracking it and take away Deputy Supervisor Bo Kun’s body, after which it was unaccounted for. So the headquarters wants to know what exactly happened,” Shui Ronghua shrugged, “After all, it’s a deputy supervisor, and they need to do an autopsy to determine the cause of death…”

“Not sure,” Bai Sheng said nonchalantly, “Did I take the body? I don’t remember at all; maybe the witness was mistaken.”

—Before leaving the maze, Bai Sheng had intended to keep the Myanmar man’s body with him at all times but had to act immediately to find Shen Zhuo, and with Cameron present, it couldn’t be managed.

But that didn’t mean Bai Sheng had forgotten.

The first thing after leaving the maze, Bai Sheng went back to find the gruesome corpse of the Myanmar man halfway up the mountain, threw it into a valley, and used causality to obliterate it completely, leaving not a single cell behind.

“Did you have to use causality, Mr. Bai?” Chu Yan, who didn’t understand at the time, asked confusedly, “Myanmar authorities would want to confirm this person’s cause of death, right? What did he die from… exactly?”

The wind blew through Bai Sheng’s hair, obscuring his eyes; only the cold light of causality was reflected in his pupils.

“Um,” he answered evasively, “Probably died from a cause that absolutely couldn’t be revealed.”

“Really, I don’t remember; I can’t help much.” Bai Sheng leaned against the villa’s floor-to-ceiling window lazily, “Maybe he was eaten by a wild beast in the deep mountains. Tsk, what a pity.”

Shui Ronghua couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, then I’ll reply to headquarters expressing condolences for Deputy Supervisor Bo Kun’s unfortunate death, and regret that we can’t assist… Italdo! What are you doing! Don’t give him any wild ideas!”

Witch Italdo grabbed the phone again and said, “Mark him! Put him in the submission period! Do you want the tragedy of double-S being robbed to happen again? Don’t you want to make sure Shen is immune to all other S-class from now on?”

“If Shen Zhuo finds out, both of our bonuses for the next quarter will be forfeit…” Shui Ronghua hurriedly pushed the witch away and said into the phone, “If Supervisor Shen’s condition fluctuates, you can come to us at any time. The medical resources of the supervision office are on standby 24 hours a day, alright, Mr. Bai?”

Bai Sheng smiled slightly, was noncommittal, and hung up the phone.

He turned and pushed open the master bedroom door, but the bed was already empty.

The sound of running water faintly came from the bathroom.

Barefoot on the carpet, he made no sound, silently pressing down on the bathroom door handle.

The shower was turned up to its maximum, filling the room with steam.

Shen Zhuo was curled up in the corner of the bathroom, his fingers deeply tangled in his black hair, his knuckles pale from the pressure. The lower half of his face exposed in his palms looked exceptionally haggard.

He seemed to be instinctively seeking some kind of solace in the hot water, but it was to no avail. The chemical drugs mixed with the psychic attack had left painful side effects, making him float in a state of confusion and dizziness. His wet shirt clung to his body, and his throat and collarbone line were deeply embedded in the collar.

Against the black marble floor tiles, his skin appeared a startling, cold white.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Sheng half-knelt in front of him, not caring about the water from the shower soaking his pants, his fingers tilting Shen Zhuo’s chin to make him look at him.

“Still can’t remember who I am?”

“…” Shen Zhuo was panting, his unfocused gaze full of unfamiliarity and resistance, instinctively trying to turn his head.

“How pitiful,” Bai Sheng murmured.

Then he suddenly leaned down and kissed those wet, parted lips.

Water poured down on them, and Shen Zhuo reached out to push him away, but Bai Sheng held the back of his head firmly, as if devouring him, even squeezing out the oxygen from his lungs, until Shen Zhuo was pushed back, his spine hitting the marble wall hard.

“…No…!”

Shen Zhuo finally managed to utter a word, breaking free from the restraint with effort, his vision darkening from lack of oxygen. Bai Sheng, however, calmly licked his lips and took out a switchblade from his pocket, the blade snapping open with a cold gleam.

Then he slashed his own palm heavily, blood gushing out.

Bai Sheng pried open Shen Zhuo’s mouth with one hand, forcing the blood in despite his struggle and making him swallow several mouthfuls.

The strong, distinct double-S pheromones being forced down his throat only meant one thing: appeasement, suppression, and forced submission.

The side effects of the psychic attack were no match for this. Within a few minutes, the excruciating pain in Shen Zhuo’s mind disappeared, the dizziness was greatly reduced, and rationality finally began to return to his brain.

Though it was only a temporary relief.

“You…” he breathed heavily, slowly regaining his senses, murmuring as if awakening from a dream, “…Bai Sheng…”

“Shh,” Bai Sheng raised a finger, making a gesture for silence.

The shower poured down, steam rising. Both of them were completely drenched. Water droplets dripped from Bai Sheng’s messy hair to his shoulders, running down the distinct grooves of his abs, his waistband hanging loosely on his hips, and his muscles lean and defined, like a lazy beast.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ve already dealt with that Myanmar man’s body; no one noticed anything unusual.”

Bai Sheng knelt on one knee on the marble floor, this posture almost pressing Shen Zhuo entirely into the corner of the bathroom, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone.

“No one found out that he died from the backlash of the HRG evolution drug, just like no one knows that the traitor who leaked the HRG project progress three years ago wasn’t Su Jiqiao, nor Fu Chen… but you.”

In the narrow, cramped space, Shen Zhuo seemed frozen, the last trace of color draining from his face.

The warm steam seemed to condense into a fragile layer of ice on his face. After an indeterminate amount of time, his hoarse voice finally broke the sound of the running water, “…How did you guess?”

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