Beauty and the Bodyguard Chapter 11505 - 11503: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!

The Demonic Devour Sword remained poised against his windpipe. A mere centimeter of forward momentum would have been enough to puncture his throat.

“Are you mocking me?” Mr. Gu’s expression darkened significantly.

“Not at all, I simply have no desire to endure the backlash on your behalf,” Lin Yi replied, shaking his head calmly.

“..”

Mr. Gu had been clinging to a final glimmer of hope, but now his countenance shifted into one of absolute despair.

It was true; his intention had been to deceive Lin Yi.

Those two blades represented his final gambit. Mr. Gu was well aware that if he failed to eliminate Lin Yi now, he would be incapable of finishing the task alone.

His solitary remaining strategy involved sacrificing ten million luck points. He intended to wait for the moment Lin Yi struck her, using that opening to redirect the backlash meant for her onto Lin Yi instead!

By doing so, he would not only evade the wrathful backlash of his ancestors but also dispose of Lin Yi simultaneously, achieving two goals with a single stroke.

He never anticipated that Lin Yi would halt at the critical second.

Lin Yi could have dispatched a formidable foe like himself with just a slight thrust, yet he possessed the restraint to hold back?

What felt most absurd was that this youth had actually deciphered his hidden motives.

In an instant, Mr. Gu felt his spirit break. A nagging suspicion entered his mind.

Was this individual truly pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?

Could it be that he wasn't merely an Earth class middle stage Venerable, but actually a Sky class middle stage Venerable, or perhaps even more powerful?

Reflecting on the situation, that seemed to be the only logical conclusion.

However, Mr. Gu was denied the chance to confirm his theory, as the backlash had already commenced.

Since all his power originated from luck, the entirety of the current backlash was also luck-based.

The irony was that the massive reserves of luck he had previously gathered granted him fortune and easy passage everywhere.

Now that the reversal had begun, that vast ocean of luck had soured into catastrophic misfortune. It was a terrifying ill-will; his accumulated luck had transformed into a talisman beckoning his death.

Lin Yi retreated two paces, observing as the man was consumed by the shroud of bad luck.

At this stage, delivering a finishing blow was unnecessary and pointless. If anything, getting too close might cause the misfortune to infect him, making the risks far outweigh any potential rewards.

Meanwhile, those confined within the ancestral hall were not sitting idly by.

Han Niansan was personally performing a Soul Searching Technique upon Han Jiechen.

Han Jiechen's eyes were fixed on the entrance, awaiting the rescue Mr. Gu had promised him. To his dismay, no savior appeared.

“You broke your word… You treacherous bastard…”

Han Jiechen hissed through clenched teeth.

His reliance on Mr. Gu hadn't been born of pure trust. He calculated that even if Mr. Gu successfully seized the ancestor’s fate, he couldn't govern the Han Residence alone. He would require a puppet proxy like himself.

Furthermore, while the seven Imperial Manors were constantly plotting against one another, they maintained a certain level of solidarity.

Should the Han Imperial Residence be annihilated, Mr. Gu, as the perpetrator, would instantly become a target for all seven Imperial Residences!

After all, if he could dismantle the Han Imperial Residence, the others would surely be next on his list.

Mr. Gu could not possibly survive such overwhelming collective pressure on his own.

But by keeping Han Jiechen alive, the narrative would shift toward internal strife within the Han Imperial Residence, changing the entire situation.

Any rational person would see the logic in that choice.

Tragically for Han Jiechen, he never guessed that Mr. Gu hadn't abandoned him by choice; the man simply lacked the power to help.

As he sifted through Han Jiechen’s memories, Han Niansan’s face grew increasingly grim rather than relieved.

“Old Monster Gu? That Fate Thief?”

Han Changshi and the others looked on in confusion.

“This individual was notorious during the ancient era,” Han Niansan clarified. “He belongs to the same generation as I do.”

The crowd fell silent.

As the twenty-third generation ancestor of the Han Imperial Residence, Han Niansan was a literal relic of the past.

The monsters of his day were mostly long dead, except for those like him who were preserved by ancestral temples. Even if some used forbidden arts to survive to the present day, they usually remained in hiding rather than resurfacing to stir up trouble.

“He was already a villainous Fate Thief back in my time,” Han Niansan added.

“Wherever his name is spoken, tragedy follows. The number of major sects whose Fate he plundered until they collapsed exceeds the Hundred Clans!”

“He became such a menace that the seven Imperial Families eventually united, deploying their most elite warriors to hunt him down.”

“Ultimately, protected by providence, he managed to slip away.”

“Following that escape, he vanished. He retreated into the Inner Court and ceased his activities entirely.”

Han Niansan turned his gaze toward the unconscious Han Jiechen, grinding his teeth in fury. “It is a disgrace to our lineage to have produced such a traitor. To think he actually lured that monster here!”

Judging by historical precedent, Old Man Gu—the Fate Bandit—would not stop until he had drained every drop of the ancestors' fate.

If that happened, the Han Imperial Residence would truly be doomed.

Noticing that Han Niansan was about to crush Han Jiechen in a fit of rage, Han Changshi quickly intervened.

“Ancestor, please restrain your anger. Since Brother Lin has gone out, that old monster will not succeed as long as he is there.”

“You understand nothing!” Han Niansan sighed, looking at him with frustration.

It was true he held Lin Yi in high regard.

Yet, it wasn't because he believed Lin Yi possessed overwhelming strength; rather, his divinations suggested that following Lin Yi was the only path to survival.

In his eyes, Lin Yi wasn't a powerhouse protector, but a lucky charm.

Perhaps Lin Yi could stand against Old Gu once he matured in the future, but at present, there was no hope.

He wasn't sure how Lin Yi had navigated the ancestral formation, but the idea of Lin Yi defeating that old monster alone seemed like a fantasy.

“You still don't grasp the terror associated with the name ‘Old Monster Gu.’ Let me put it this way: if Lin Yi actually manages to handle him, I will eat sh*t right then and there.”

The onlookers wore bizarre expressions.

Suddenly, Lin Yi’s voice drifted in. “Doing it while upside-down? Or are you just looking for an excuse for a free meal?”

“..”

Everyone froze as they watched Lin Yi stroll into the room.

“You're... not dead?” Han Niansan blinked, rubbing his eyes in shock.

“Does that disappoint you, senior?” Lin Yi asked with a smirk.

“No, definitely not.”

Han Niansan gestured dismissively.

Whatever petty desire he might have had to see Lin Yi humbled earlier had vanished in the face of their current crisis.

After all, with the enemy at the gates, they were all in the same boat.

Han Niansan peered toward the exit. Unfortunately, the ancestral worship formation blocked his sight. He couldn't help but ask, “Where is that old freak?”

“Digging in the dirt at the entrance,” Lin Yi replied, his expression turning quite strange.

“What?”

The entire group stood there, completely lost for words.