Chapter 105: What? The Holy Blood Council Has Already Taken the Blame?

Half an hour later, Hannah drove to the Shixi campus, where Karissa had everything prepared. Since there were quite a few people going together this time, relying on just Ou Xiaolu’s car wouldn’t be enough. In the past half hour, Karissa had arranged for a seven-seater commercial van.

Karissa sat in the driver’s seat, Charles, the young Black man, took the front passenger seat, Ou Xiaolu and Hannah were in the middle row, and Tiger Arrow lay in the back.

Hannah was somewhat displeased with Ou Xiaolu’s change of plans to stop by Karissa’s ranch. As a woman, she could tell that Karissa’s gaze toward Ou Xiaolu wasn’t quite right.

However, since Hannah didn’t have much connection with Ou Xiaolu herself, even if she wanted to complain, she didn’t know where to begin.

Meanwhile, Charles glanced between Karissa and Hannah throughout the ride, increasingly impressed by his friend’s prowess. In just a few days, Ou Xiaolu had managed to charm two girls. If this continued, opening a Crystal Palace would surely be no problem. Charles resolved to ask Ou Xiaolu sometime how to win a girl’s heart.

Soon, the car left the city center of Xinxiang and entered the outskirts. Ou Xiaolu found himself mentally counting how many times this was now—since the first day he landed, he hadn’t had much contact with the urban area of Xinxiang. Instead, he had been running around the suburbs every day, until he was nearly familiar with every road there.

Just by looking, he knew this road wasn’t far from his valley. A few turns east from here would take him there. He figured that once Karissa’s business was settled, he could take everyone to visit his valley.

At that moment, Karissa suddenly stopped the car and looked toward the roadside with some puzzlement.

“What is it?” Ou Xiaolu asked curiously.

“Those people’s cars,” Karissa pointed to the side. Parked there were several vehicles of varying sizes but similar styles—silver bodies with wheels decorated with flames and dragon wings. It was clear these were custom-made cars like Wayne’s.

Ou Xiaolu glanced at the three cars parked there, noticing no one inside. He patted Karissa on the shoulder and said, “Looks like they left for some reason. Your place should be safe now, right?”

“Not necessarily. I want to check my ranch first. Ou, can you help me?”

“Of course. You drive.” Seeing Karissa’s expression, Ou Xiaolu nodded helplessly.

If this were anyone else, a mission alert might have popped up already—like what happened with Steven yesterday. Why hadn’t anything appeared when it came to Karissa’s place? Could it really be nothing?

But all those doubts were dispelled the moment Ou Xiaolu and the others stepped onto Karissa’s ranch. A strong oppressive aura emanated from within the farmstead.

A blue light shot straight into the sky from the center of the ranch. Clearly, a blue-level BOSS was present there.

What surprised Ou Xiaolu most was that the aura felt somewhat familiar, as if he had encountered it before during a kill.

He thought hard and recalled that the descendants of the Silver Dragon King he had slain previously had a similar aura, though the Silver Dragon King’s own was more distinct. This one exhibited some irregular fluctuations, probably from long-term exposure to the Silver Dragon’s presence.

“This is like the young ones being troubled, and now the elders have arrived,” Ou Xiaolu thought to himself. “But what are they doing inside Karissa’s place? Could her family have some connection to the Silver Dragon too?”

Curious, Ou Xiaolu asked, “Karissa, how did those people find their way here?”

“They’re apparently my father’s future business partners. Over half the cattle our family sells each year go to them.”

Ou Xiaolu blinked, still not grasping the key point but choosing not to press further. After all, no one knew he had eliminated the Silver Dragon’s descendants.

At this time, a flamboyantly dressed man inside the ranch seemed to notice Ou Xiaolu and his group—or perhaps his gaze was drawn to Arrow, the tiger beside Ou Xiaolu. He approached with two men in suits.

After appraising Ou Xiaolu from head to toe, he said, “Hello, my name’s Faster. Is that tiger yours?”

“Yes,” Ou Xiaolu replied, looking at Faster. He appeared just over twenty, dressed in colorful, nonconformist attire. Yet his eyes were deep and wise, as if he had lived for decades.

Ou Xiaolu had seen similar cases with the former archbishop and senior disciples—people who had survived since before the Age of Lawlessness.

Faster was equally surprised by Ou Xiaolu. He could tell the young man was only about eighteen or nineteen, but his breath carried a faint purple aura almost invisible to ordinary people—a sign of advanced cultivation in some technique.

How could such a presence appear in Xinxiang, a desolate place in the Age of Lawlessness, a desert of magic where most organizations would have taken such talents to their reserves to cultivate with limited spiritual energy?

Even having a tiger guardian beside him was unusual. Could Xinxiang have recently produced something valuable, and Ou Xiaolu was sent here for training?

Faster asked, “Young man, where do you live?”

“I’m temporarily staying at the Shixi campus, but I have a valley nearby,” Ou Xiaolu answered straightforwardly, sensing no hostility from Faster.

“Shixi campus? You mean Xinxiang State University’s Shixi branch? So it really is you.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Ou Xiaolu asked, puzzled.

“I heard a few days ago the Holy Blood Council’s spies at Shixi campus were all wiped out, including two vice chairmen. I didn’t understand what happened then, but now I reckon it was your backing that helped you clear those troubles.”

Ou Xiaolu still didn’t quite understand Faster’s assumptions but was relieved he didn’t blame him for killing the Silver Dragon’s descendants.

“Thanks to your backing, it was easier for us when we took down the Holy Blood Council’s headquarters yesterday. Only the last vice chairman was absent, or else we would have known who killed the young master.”

Careful, Ou Xiaolu asked, “May I ask if you have a grudge against the Holy Blood Council? Though I’d rather not say, I’m on good terms with Wayne.”

“No need. Mr. Wayne no longer concerns himself with the Holy Blood Council. This time, the Council offended too many people. Their path has determined they’re not on ours. Better to avoid dealings with them.”

“By the way, what brings you here this time?”