Assassination System

Inside Dan's room around the bed were the figures of Natalie, Dan, Juliet and George staring at the figure lying on the bed.

Grace's figure looked pale, her skin strangely glistened in an ethereal milky-white light.

George knitted his eyebrows in a frown, as Dan's wife, it was necessary that she inherits the Divine Arts of the Longinus Clan to prevent the dilution of their bloodline. At first, everything went successfully, but Grace was suddenly ejected from the Inheritance Trial for unknown reasons and suffered injuries with her body losing consciousness from shock.

George's knowledge and wisdom were boundless and after a moment of deep thought, he concluded, "She possesses some kind of a domineering bloodline that is comparable or even stronger than that of the Lightning God!" His eyes flashed with a murderous light for a moment before dissipating.

Dan knitted his eyebrows but didn't refute his words, at the day that he took Grace's innocence, a strange phenomenon manifested by numerous snow crystals along with the drop of the room's temperature appeared. And when the System informed him about the possibilities, Dan had an idea about what was going on.

"George, how can you be so sure about that, is that really the case?" Dan asked and George glared at him, "Young master, I have lived far longer than you and have read numerous secret scriptures, if my memory serves me right, then it should be the case..."

"More importantly, look at her forehead, as you can see there's a fuzzy word that no one among us can read, but I bet that once she started her cultivation, that word will gradually become visible..." George's expression looked bright and he looked like he couldn't keep his excitement.

"Start her cultivation? Do you have any other cultivation methods that are suitable for her?" Dan asked in curiosity but George merely lifted a mysterious smile, "I'll be taking her for a while, young master, I'll make sure that when she comes back, she'll be a cultivator..." George clapped his hands and the two of them disappeared into thin air along with the bed.

"Dear..." Natalie moved closer to Dan and the latter looked irritated about George's arbitrary actions, but of course, since he's gonna help Grace, how could he truly be angry?

In this world, all sorts of mysterious places existed, a river of lava, rain of rocks and even an underwater palace of fire could be found amidst all the wonders. Atop the highest peak known to all in the Continent of Dawn, George could be seen carrying Grace on his shoulders with a zealous light within his eyes.

His will manifested in the form of invisible hands which built a makeshift altar of a fierce beast that couldn't be identified because of the creator's lack of comprehension or understanding towards that creature. Nevertheless, the statue of the creature faintly gave off an ominous vibe and upon completion, George placed Grace atop the altar and chanted.

"Unod bukog unod bukog, gi alirongan sa mga matam-is ug maidlot nga bolbol, sa langob nga gipuy-an mga luso giludhan, alobido andama ang bandehada sa atong pagsuyob sa otot nga gibugwak sa demonyo!"

Lightning flashed from the depths of the nine heavens and the skies dimmed, humidity decreased and snow descended from the skies. Grace's forehead shone in the same milky-white light. George kept staring towards the skies and as soon as he saw a flash of jet-black lightning, his expression contorted into utmost excitement and his figure shivered in ardent fanaticism.

In terms of extreme offense and the capabilities to break through all sorts of defenses and pierce through the heavens itself, no one would object that the Longinus Clan ranked first. However, in terms of extreme defense, one clan from the righteous path, the ultimate nemesis of the Longinus Clan, the descendants of the Water God, Masalanta existed.

And if George's deduction was right, then most likely Grace was a member of that prestigious clan. When he first realized this fact, he wanted to end Grace's life, but unfortunately, she was the young master's wife and killing her would certainly bring him a great deal of heartbreak which would damage his fledgling dao heart.

"Since it seems like I cannot kill you, there's no other way but to corrupt your pure bloodline and mixed it with the bloodline of the Lightning God...I wonder, if those bastards from the Continent of the Divine knew what I did to someone that possessed such a pure and untainted bloodline of their clan, I wonder how would they react..." George viciously laughed, lifting his right hand, he pointed towards the skies and the clouds above him formed a vortex.

Within the vortex were concentrated Dark Lightning.

The Lightning God's main cultivation method was the Blessing of the Lightning God. However, Gods didn't only give blessings, but also curses, curses that would forever haunt their next generations.

If his procedure succeeded, Grace wouldn't have any other choice but to become a cultivator of the demonic path. And as someone from that path, George desired to stain someone that has such a pure bloodline of the righteous path within her veins.

"Kanaog!"

He roared in a foreign language and as soon as his word echoed out, the Lightning descended and struck her forehead. The milky-white light fiercely struggled and the ensuing battle between two different bloodlines caused an intense pain to Grace.

"Take over!"

George manifested his Divine Soul and possessed Grace's body. Possessing her body at this moment meant suffering the pain in her stead. George didn't mind suffering such flimsy pain for as long as he succeeded in his corruption. After all, she was still the young master's woman and he had to treat her right.

George's figure stood like a frozen statue while Grace's spasmed stopped.

Screeeccchhh~

A long cry echoed from the milky-white light, the cry was filled with sorrow. The milky-white light withstood waves after waves of attacks from the Dark Lightning, but since Grace didn't possess any cultivation to tap its power from, it soon lost its might and succumbed under the attacks of the Dark Lightning.

George heaved a sigh of relief, it was good that Grace didn't have any cultivation or else subduing her Divine Mark would become troublesome.

"Hahaha..."

Staring at Grace's figure which emanated a chilling and destructive aura at the same time, George laughed in utmost excitement and anticipation towards Grace's future.

Possessing the destructive capabilities of the Lightning God while at the same time having the impenetrable defenses of the Water God, one could imagine Grace's future if she didn't die.

Carrying her on his shoulders, George couldn't help but hum a tune as his figure disappeared and returned at the Fragrant Peak Pavilion.

Somewhere in the Continent of the Divine, a majestic palace made from ice could be seen. Inside that palace were countless experts on the righteous path that lived their peaceful lives in seclusion.

"Guah!"

A middle-aged woman clad in pure white suddenly spat a mouthful of blood. Her expression turned venomous as she stared at the distant Continent of Dawn with hatred visible in her eyes.

"Bastards from the Longinus Clan, how dare they corrupt a bloodline inheritor of our God! From now on, I will make sure to hunt you bastards down, one by one..." She immediately wrote a decree which sent everyone inside the Ice Palace into a commotion of killing intent and fury.