Chapter 33: A Shift in Demeanor

Dongfang Qing's trembling intensified, his eyes bulging like simmering volcanoes on the brink of eruption. The air thickened with dread—each breath a labor, each second an eternity.

Then—

"WHO?!" The roar shook the chamber. In a blur, the Sanctuary Master seized Li Wenyu's collar, shaking him like a ragdoll. "Who dared touch my analyzer?!"

Liu Tong scrambled up, finger jabbing toward Qin Chen like a poisoned dagger. "Him! This brat and that attendant! They sabotaged your instrument while I tended Master Chen Fan's chamber! Blood Demon Sect spies, I swear!"

Gasps erupted. The Blood Demon Sect—a scourge haunting the Northern Five Kingdoms—cast a long shadow.

Qin Chen met Dongfang Qing's gaze unflinching. "The door stood open. No warnings barred entry."

"Lies!" Liu Tong spat. "A peasant brat meddling with sacred—"

CRACK!

Dongfang Qing's palm exploded across Liu Tong's face, sending him crashing to the floor. Blood pooled as stunned silence gripped the room.

The Sanctuary Master turned to Qin Chen, fury melting into... awkward deference. "Young master, might I inquire... your lineage?" His smile resembled cracked porcelain. "This unworthy one is Dongfang Qing, Sanctuary Master. An honor to meet you."

Jaws dropped. Li Wenyu rubbed his eyes—hallucinating?

Qin Chen arched a brow. "Lineage? Irrelevant. Are we done here?"

Murmurs rippled. Who dares dismiss the Sanctuary Master thus?

"Ah..." Dongfang Qing scratched his neck, flushing. "Might you... demonstrate how you activated the analyzer?"

Without ceremony, Qin Chen's fingers danced across the device. Prismatic light erupted—a symphony of awakening.

"Observe."

Dongfang Qing's breath hitched, memorizing every flicker.

As the glow faded, Qin Chen turned. "Clarity achieved?"

"Utterly!" Dongfang Qing bowed slightly. "Li Wenyu, escort—no, I shall personally see our guest out."

The crowd parted like the Red Sea as the Sanctuary Master led a teenage boy toward the gates—a scene etched into a hundred bewildered retinas.