"The Blood-red Bat King's sacrifice brought me two powerful Spirit Abilities. One of them is indeed related to poison, I can try it."
"Wow! So a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring can bring two Spirit Abilities!"
Zhuqing's words made Ye Lingling and Ning Rongrong a little envious, but they weren't looking at Zhuqing; instead, they couldn't help but look at Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu shrank on the judge's seat, suddenly trembling:
"You… what are you looking at me for? You're not going to do something to me, are you? No way~"
Her voice carried a hint of panic, but also a natural, almost instinctive playfulness that softened the tension in the hall. She instinctively pulled her arms closer to her body, as if trying to reduce her presence, though it only made her look even more delicate under the dim crimson light of Slaughter Hall.
"Xiao Wu, Senior Sister finds you cuter and cuter the more I look at you."
Ning Rongrong leaned closer with a teasing smile and gently pinched Xiao Wu's cheek.
Xiao Wu stuck out her pink tongue. There's something even cuter, but she wouldn't let them pinch it; she was saving it for Teacher to taste!
Her tone was mischievous, and her eyes flickered toward Xin for a brief moment, carrying a strange mix of trust and anticipation that no one else fully understood.
"Alright, I've also marked out your other questions one by one."
Xin's voice brought the discussion back on track. He stood at the edge of the long stone table, his gaze briefly scanning the scattered documents and the illuminated sandbox model of Slaughter City. His tone remained calm, but there was an underlying authority that naturally pulled everyone's attention toward him.
"Your idea of transforming Slaughter City into a city of rewarding good and punishing evil, a prison city, is very good. Who proposed it?"
Xin glanced at the temporary planning document for Slaughter City, attracted by a passage within it:
[Since most of the people who enter Slaughter City are those who find it difficult to survive outside, or are evildoers, and they cannot easily leave here, why don't we transform Slaughter City into a prison?
For the wicked, we let Ye Lingling devour their lives, making them pay the price for their lives, and making them work for reform. And for those who have a desire to reform, we can provide them with a safe place to live out their days. Isn't that good?]
The handwriting on the document was neat but slightly rushed, as if the idea had come from multiple discussions rather than a single author. The logic, however, was surprisingly structured—almost administrative in nature, rather than emotional judgment.
Ning Rongrong raised her hand immediately, her expression carrying a hint of pride. "It was Zhuqing and I who thought of it."
Xin looked at her for a moment, then nodded with clear satisfaction. A faint approving smile appeared on his face, rare and subtle, as if acknowledging that the idea had real merit.
But the smile did not last long.
His expression gradually turned serious again.
"A very good idea," he said slowly, "but you must remember, Slaughter City is, after all, a place of divine will. Regarding the divine inheritance here, you must not act rashly."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly with his words. Even the flickering crimson light from the hall's lanterns appeared dimmer, as though reacting to the gravity of the topic.
Xin's gaze shifted toward the projection of the city map.
Slaughter City might appear to be ruled by the Slaughter King and influenced by the Blood-red Bat King's remnants, but that was only the surface structure. Beneath it lay something far more ancient and dangerous.
Slaughter City seemed to be a conflict between the Slaughter King and the Blood-red Bat King, but it was actually a grudge between the Rakshasa God and the Asura God.
The deeper truth was not simply about power struggles among mortals, but about the remnants of divine authority embedded into the very foundation of the city itself. Every rule of violence, every arena of death, and every drop of blood that seeped into the underground river carried traces of that ancient conflict.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts had already found a successor.
And the Asura Demon Sword's attention was on him.
It shouldn't be able to scheme against his disciples.
Xin's tone remained calm, but his words carried the weight of certainty, as though he had already accounted for every possible variable in this divine chessboard.
"Yes!" Ning Rongrong and the others nodded.
Their response was quick, but the seriousness in their expressions showed they understood the warning this time was not merely procedural—it was a boundary between safety and catastrophe.
Silence lingered for a moment.
Then, breaking the solemn atmosphere, Hu Liena finally spoke, her voice carrying genuine curiosity rather than tension.
"But, Teacher Xin, what exactly is divine inheritance?"
At this moment, Hu Liena couldn't help but ask, and the four disciples of Heart of Fire Academy also looked curious.
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