From Minerva's blessing.

Wen Wen's spiritual essence, like a crystal, was embedded into his body.

He could feel the terrifying power within, like a mountain flood bursting forth or a volcano erupting, yet it was also as calm as stone. Even the spiritual essence that flowed around him had slowed down significantly, as if it were about to freeze.

The extreme motion and stillness appeared simultaneously in one person's spiritual essence, switching at will, with material bursts and stability happening in the blink of an eye.

Ji Jue was astounded by the profound changes and blessings that had been made.

This position and pattern, there's something...

Seems a bit off?

Oh no, what if it turns into a star effort for the Security Bureau?

"Can't we change the location?!"

"Change to where? On your hand?" Wen Wen laughed, "That would actually work, usually it's like that, but do you not need your Matrix then?"

If it were purely for convenience, the palm and back of the hand would be the ideal locations.

Unfortunately, those areas were already fully occupied by Non-attack, leaving no space at all. The entry and solidification of external spiritual essence would interfere with the Matrix's operation and could even cause shocks and damage.

That's why she had 'no choice' but to go for Ji Jue's stomach.

But upon reconsideration, the head seemed to work too, should she give him another one?

Noticing Wen Wen's eager look, Ji Jue subconsciously stepped back two steps towards Chen Yubo, shielding his friend in front. Wen Wen clicked her tongue but ultimately did not punch Chen Yubo's head in.

"There you go, Minerva's Sword, it's yours."

Wen Wen finally waved goodbye, "Fight if you can win, run if you can't. With Xiao An here, you'll at least survive. As for the rest, it's all down to luck.

This is all I can do."

Chen Xingzhou, owing it to past favors, had given advice, considered Ji Jue, and arranged manpower, providing the blessing and power of Minerva.

She had done all she could.

One could say she had reached the limits of her benevolence.

If Ji Jue was really so stubborn as to use even this and still couldn't settle things, or refused to leave, then it would be his own doing, no longer viable for life.

Just as Ji Jue was about to say something, she clenched her fist, interrupting with a crisp crackling sound of her knuckles, "If you really want to thank me, work hard for me in the future, earn some money, and treat me to a few more drinks.

Alright, your ride is here, it's time for you to go."

Outside Ji Jue's house, an unremarkable black sedan slowly came to a stop.

Uncle Lin got out of the car, saw Chen Yubo, and finally relaxed, then upon seeing Ji Jue and the people of the Northern Mountain District, seemed to understand something, smiled gratefully, and bowed respectfully.

There was no contact between them, not even a word spoken.

They brushed past each other, heading in different directions.

Thus they parted ways.

But in the car of the Security Bureau... After dropping off Tong Hua at home and leaving, Wen Wen couldn't hold back anymore, bent down, and coughed violently.

Heartrending.

An empty, tearing echo came from her innards.

Blood seeped from between her fingers, not yet touching the ground when it rapidly crystallized into sparkling clear crystals.

Crack!

The steering wheel showed fractures between her contracting fingers.

On the passenger seat, Old Zhang seemed already accustomed to the sight.

After getting out and pushing the car to the roadside, he opened the trunk, found an iron box, took out a pre-filled pneumatic injector.

He aimed it at her neck, and the medicine was pumped in instantly, giving her a brief respite.

Finally, Old Zhang put his hand on her shoulder.

A pure vitality of the vortex manifested, radiating a bright white light, flowing, mending the old wounds of the body, but sadly, it was only a futile repair, unable to remove the shadow of the spiritual essence that clung to the heart like a blade.

That was a wound left by the Heavenly People.

Once her condition finally stabilized a bit, Old Zhang released his hand, crushed the injector into pieces, and tossed it aside, "You're injured, don't rashly use Minerva's transcendence and blessing, aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Not reassured."

Wen Wen leaned on the chair, her pale face stained with blood, merely scoffed at herself, "It's not the first time I've sought my own death."

"Surviving under the Heavenly People's ultimate punishment is already a stroke of gigantic luck. You'd better take your condition seriously."

Old Zhang released his hand, his fingers had somehow obtained a wound, and upon contact with the spiritual essence, it sizzled.

Just the touch brought on the contamination and backlash of the shadow. He shook his hand, and layers of skin peeled away, one after the other.

After shedding four layers, they vanished without a trace.

"Heavenly People's wounds can only be healed by the Heavenly People. If you keep stagnating like this, your condition will only worsen," the old man's face grew unusually stern, "Although Dragon's path is a bit cruel and fierce compared to the Saint, it is still considered Superior and orthodox, why resist it so much?"

"Forget it."

Wen Wen sighed wearily, "I became the Chosen One not to destroy something, nor do I want to create another disaster just to save my life.

If I die, then it's over. Let the Wen Family's curse end with me."

Old Zhang shook his head wistfully, "If Wen Zheng knew his daughter held such disdain for him, he'd probably be so angry that he'd wake up from his sleep."

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