What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 16

The Temple had not come to Blackthorn City for the city itself. Instead, while searching for traces of the Savior, they had detected the scent of the Envoy of Filth and pursued this malignant tumor across the land.

Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding crowd, the Temple’s followers were welcomed into Blackthorn City.

Su Feng had no choice but to set aside his other duties and bring Murphy to greet them. The Temple members arrived under the brilliant, piercing sunlight. From a distance, the elder appeared elegant and gentle, while the disciples possessed sharp features and eyes filled with scrutiny. A single priestess stood between them. Her eyes were peculiar, lacking any distinction between the white and the pupil; her entire eyes were a pure, solid white, containing only a sliver of a rolling pupil that moved like a swimming fish.

A polite, practiced smile remained on her face, and an exoskeleton extending from her back encased her torso, resembling a set of deformed wings.

The moment the priestess entered Blackthorn City, she spread her arms and announced to the crowd with an air of superiority, “Believers, do not fret. The holy light of the Temple shall redeem us all. You shall live under the protection of the Savior!”

Her voice carried a powerful charisma, causing the observers to respond to her call instinctively. However, the atmosphere in Blackthorn City differed from other major cities. The priestess scanned the area and asked, “Where are the members of the Temple? Step forward.”

For some reason, despite her call, no baptized believers stepped forward to respond. The citizens of Blackthorn City merely stared at her blankly. After a moment, someone asked, “Have you come to save Blackthorn City?”

“The Holy Light will naturally redeem all people who believe in Him,” the priestess replied.

“But that Dark Mage was already dealt with by Lord Su Feng. You are only arriving now?” a citizen said in confusion. So much time had passed, yet the Temple members were only just appearing. The smile on the priestess’s face did not falter, but the disciple beside her let out a cold snort, silencing all voices of doubt. The priestess spoke, “In the Dawn Continent, all citizens receive the protection of the Temple. We hold back the demons from beyond and have cleared all hidden threats across the continent for you. Do you dare question our intentions now?”

The citizens lowered their heads, not daring to oppose them. The priestess’s aura was intimidating, and the elderly man beside her remarked, “Where did the successor of the Lord of Calamity, the Envoy of Filth, go? Interesting. He was a successor to the legacy left by a deity who once endangered the continent and was suppressed by the Temple. He has been hiding in his Mage Tower all this time. Why would he suddenly come here?”

The citizens did not know the details and could not answer his question. The elder did not bother with the commoners and said to the priestess, “Lord Priestess, the whereabouts of the fragments of the Record of Calamity are unknown. We must prevent anyone from obtaining the legacy of the Lord of Calamity.”

His voice reached only the priestess’s ears. The woman’s smile remained unchanged. At that moment, Su Feng appeared with Murphy. The priestess’s gaze shifted slightly. Murphy followed behind Su Feng, and both of them radiated a thick aura of calamity. Su Feng sensed an impending threat. From the original novel, he knew that the Temple was extremely sensitive to the power of calamity. Once they identified a target, even the Envoy of Filth had been hunted down and killed by them after years of fleeing.

Fortunately, the Temple members who arrived this time were only at the rank of Law Venerable. Murphy had only been forced to become a Messenger of Calamity rather than choosing the Filth Sequence, so there should be no problem.

Filth and Calamity were two completely different advancement paths. The Filth Sequence focused on growth, pollution, predation, and erosion, while the Calamity Sequence focused on suffering, disaster, chaos, and heavenly tribulation. Su Feng regretted dropping the novel so early. He only knew that Clan had a mentor in the Soul Awakening Realm, but he did not know that the mentor possessed a fragment of the Record of Calamity. Now, that fragment was inside Murphy’s mind. The moment Murphy followed him out, the fragment in his mind was completely absorbed. A flash of gold light flickered, and a voice appeared in Murphy’s head, giggling, “Hee hee, are you my new master?”

Murphy froze. A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes, but he continued to follow Su Feng in silence. The voice in his head continued, “Oh dear, oh dear. You are quite unlucky. You just became my master, and now you encounter a Dawn Priestess of the Temple? Those lapdogs who worship Eternal Light have the noses of hounds. Their favorite thing to do is torture successors like you and dig the legacy of the Lord of Calamity out of your brain.”

“Of course, I would never surrender to them, hahaha!” the voice laughed. “If you get caught and die, I will simply leave this place and find a new master.”

Murphy lowered his eyes slightly. He was a man of deep schemes. Even upon hearing such news, his expression remained unchanged as he stood behind Su Feng, his breathing perfectly steady.

His performance caused the priestess, who had been observing him, to look thoughtful.

“What are you?” Murphy asked. While communicating with the voice, he searched for its source within his mind. He searched cautiously and quickly, sinking his consciousness into the deepest depths and inspecting every inch. Something uninvited had entered his mind, yet he did not know when it had begun to hide there or where it came from. For Murphy, this was absolutely intolerable.

His desire for control flickered like the black tongue of a thick snake. Murphy felt a surge of anger at being provoked.

Murphy’s mastery of soul snatching power allowed him to sweep through his consciousness with terrifying precision. The man’s consciousness was a sea of pure darkness, with a hazy purple light shimmering within. A blood covenant, radiating a cobalt blue color and firmly entwined with the purple, floated in his sea of consciousness. It stretched out its body comfortably, and the cobalt blue hue expressed a sense of familiarity as he approached. Murphy paused for a moment, recognizing this as the blood covenant of the young noble master.

Murphy stared fixedly at the blood covenant. It was tightly wrapped in purple light, the two becoming indistinguishable. It appeared well behaved and quiet. Occasionally, it tried to leave, only to be pressed back down by the entanglement of the blood covenant. It seemed consistent with Su Feng’s own personality. For many days, Su Feng had only used the power of the master servant contract once within the Mage Tower. Only then did the blood covenant take on an angry posture, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws to show its might within the sea of consciousness, forcing the purple light to follow its commands after a fierce scolding.

Murphy recalled that scene. He knew how angry Su Feng had been. That was the first time the young master’s face had shown a look of displeasure, a displeasure so deep he seemed ready to kill Murphy at any moment. However, the disappointment in his eyes was not directed solely at Murphy himself. He was disappointed that he had placed hope in Murphy and expected him to make a different choice. Murphy understood clearly: Su Feng seemed to expect him to give a satisfactory answer. He seemed to hope that Murphy could be a good person.

But Su Feng quickly realized that Murphy acted that way because he had no choice. What if I gave him a choice?

Thus, under Murphy’s suggestion, he successfully navigated that crisis. That was the first confrontation and conflict between Su Feng and Murphy. Murphy also confirmed one thing: Su Feng seemed to choose to take a step back when dealing with him, as if he were asking for something and had no other choice.

Murphy stopped thinking about it and continued his pursuit within the sea of consciousness. Finally, a massive and terrifying figure, flowing with gold, flashed past. It emitted bursts of giggles and crashed around within the sea of consciousness, testing Murphy’s limits with malice. Every time the flowing golden light flashed, a spasmodic pain throbbed in Murphy’s head. This was a sense of pressure far greater than anything Su Feng had produced even at his angriest. After making a mess of Murphy’s brain, the light transformed into a small fragment of the record and said with a laugh, “This is no fun.”

“How did I end up recognizing someone like this as my master?” The fragment had not noticed Murphy but spoke to itself anyway. “How strange. That fellow Lanna worshiped me for three hundred and sixty five years, and I never recognized him as master. Today, a kid like this gets a bargain?”

“Why is there an aura of calamity on your body?”

The priestess questioned Su Feng, and Su Feng replied calmly, “After fighting a Dark Mage, battle traces are bound to be left behind. To be honest, Lord Priestess, if I had not found outside help, Blackthorn City might have been destroyed before you arrived to assist me.”

Su Feng said, “That was an exceptionally thrilling threat.”

The smile on the priestess’s face faltered slightly. She said, “We came pursuing the traces of the Envoy of Filth. If he truly came here, the crisis you spoke of would indeed have become a reality.”

“I will inform the Bishop of this matter,” the priestess said. “You may not know the origins of the Envoy of Filth, but I guarantee that before then, he will…”

“There is no need,” Su Feng said. “The Envoy of Filth you speak of should be the mentor of that Dark Mage, correct?”

Su Feng said, “He is already dead.”

The mask-like expression on the priestess’s face froze. She looked at Su Feng with a sudden, scrutinizing expression and said, “That is impossible.”

“If that is the case, then who killed him?” the priestess continued to demand.

Su Feng raised an eyebrow and asked in return, “Are you interrogating me?”

“Lanna, the Envoy of Filth, can transform into filth and corrode your soul. You are a mere ant before him. He can divide himself and spread filth across the continent, killing tens of thousands of lives in a very short time,” the priestess said. “If what you say is true, there are only two possibilities.”

“First, your soul has been corroded by Lanna, and you have become his puppet. Second, the person beside you has been swallowed and replaced by him. He is lurking in this city and could turn the entire city into black mud at any moment,” the priestess said. “If that is truly the case, then everyone in Blackthorn City must be thoroughly purified to—”

“There is no need.” A voice came, and the Commander stepped out from the crowd to interrupt her. A flash of anger crossed the priestess’s face, but she quickly calmed down. She sensed the threat coming from the Commander. Even if she took pride in her status as a Temple Priestess, acting arrogantly before such a powerhouse would be suicidal.

The Commander said, “Because I am the one who killed Lanna and used a light stone with the sun attribute to grind away his filthy power.”

The priestess opened her mouth and said, “But…”

“Do you wish to question me? Interrogate me?” the Commander said softly. He did not use a threatening tone; his voice was steady, as if they were having a normal conversation. The ponytail below his hood barely moved. He said, “Do you also wish to take me back to the Temple for judgment?”

All the members of the Temple remained silent, as if they were frozen wax statues. The priestess’s body began to tremble slightly. They sensed a crushing pressure from the Commander, a threat that only a Bishop could produce. The power hanging in the air indicated that this seemingly ordinary adventure group commander was, in fact, at least a Bishop level powerhouse of the Legendary Realm!

The priestess put away her thoughts and said respectfully, “Congratulations to you for removing Lanna, the Envoy of Filth. The Temple shall offer you its blessings.”

Her attitude suddenly did a 180 degree turn, leaving Su Feng to look at the Commander. However, the man who had just appeared so majestic simply flicked his tail and avoided Su Feng’s gaze. Su Feng felt the Commander’s tolerance and care. He knew that if the Commander had not appeared, the priestess would definitely not have been so easy to talk to. Care from a distant relative? This feels quite nice.

“But please be aware that the Temple still needs to investigate the whereabouts of the Record of Calamity.” The priestess’s voice reached the Commander’s ears, causing him to frown slightly. The priestess continued, “If the Record of Calamity is leaked, you should know how serious the consequences would be.”

The Commander looked at Murphy behind Su Feng. Only the three of them had been present at the time. If someone had truly inherited the fragment, it could only be Murphy. Thinking of the relationship between Su Feng and Murphy, the Commander chose to remain silent. He was unwilling to tell Su Feng about this, but if something truly went wrong, he would only choose to side with Su Feng.

He said, “Use your methods to investigate, but I will not allow you to cause chaos within Blackthorn City.”

The priestess finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Su Feng, and her gaze circled between the two of them. Then, the woman took out an instrument containing the power of the sun. This item was very precious and specifically made to detect the Record of Calamity.

This time, the priestess’s tone was much gentler. She said, “Since the Envoy of Filth has been dealt with, please allow me to help you expel the filthy power to prevent your bodies and souls from being corroded.”

As Su Feng listened, he felt that this was some kind of test, but he did not refuse. The Commander nodded to him, and the man reached out his hand readily. The moment his finger touched the instrument, a faint black color spread from his body and was completely absorbed by the device. Su Feng blinked and suddenly felt the fatigue of the past two days sweep away. The filth hidden in his spirit seemed to vanish at that moment, as if he had exhaled a breath of stagnant air.

Su Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, “It feels good. Very refreshing.”

After absorbing only Su Feng’s filthy power, the pure holy stone cracked. However, Su Feng had never touched the Record of Calamity. The priestess looked at the Commander, and the Commander also reached out his hand. The holy stone cracked further, unable to withstand the pressure from the Commander. The priestess frowned because she had only brought one holy stone.

Su Feng watched this scene. Is this thing a low quality product? It is already breaking after being used twice?

After the two tests, Su Feng and the Commander were both fine. Under everyone’s gaze, the priestess turned around and slowly looked toward Murphy. Murphy also lowered his head to look at the holy stone.

Inside his mind, the golden light from the Record of Calamity illuminated his sea of consciousness. Murphy heard a giggle: “It looks like she has targeted you. You cannot escape. If you ask me, the young master in front of you seems like an excellent choice for a hostage. Why don’t you just grab him and use him as bait to escape? You might even manage to save your life!”

Murphy remained silent for a moment.

Su Feng sensed something was wrong. He and Murphy exchanged a glance. In that brief moment, Murphy reached out to grasp the holy stone. Su Feng suddenly stopped him. The moment their fingers touched, the holy stone trembled slightly, and a flash of dark gold light appeared. With a crack, it turned into scattered powder right before everyone’s eyes.

The priestess stared at this scene in silence.

Su Feng retracted his hand as if nothing had happened and said, “The quality of the items you prepared seems to be quite poor. Perhaps you should come back next time instead.”

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