Chapter 111: The Westford Family

The Westford family is an ancient lineage, yet one that has seen little prosperity in terms of descendants. The reason lies in the divine blood that runs through their veins.

Because of this divine heritage, the family’s continuity is fraught with hardship. Women who bear children carrying this bloodline often perish during childbirth, which is why he was born motherless.

Despite the family’s dwindling numbers, they bear a great responsibility: to find a human capable of controlling—or even creating—multiple strange creatures. To this chosen one, they must bestow the Sun-Chasing Bow, so that they may shoot down the excess suns in the sky and lead humanity in the battle against these uncanny beings.

According to prophecy, this human would be Chinese, so he spent the first half of his life in China. Unexpectedly, his father passed away recently, compelling him to return to the Land of the Setting Sun.

During his time there, he heard rumors about Long Mengting, and he deduced that this Chinese girl might be able to transform her toys into strange creatures and control them.

Thus, he believed she could be the very person he sought.

Sending her toys was a test—to verify whether she could indeed transform them into such creatures.

This was why he chose to adopt Long Mengting.

Yet now, it seemed she was not the one. To fulfill his mission, he would have to return to China once more.

But until he was certain, he intended to observe Long Mengting for a while. Once confirmed, he planned to eliminate this impolite Chinese girl completely.

Meanwhile, in China, Fan Tianxing stared blankly at the extra sun hanging in the sky.

At that moment, someone entered, handing him a stack of reports.

“So far, seven individuals capable of strange resonance have been identified. Here is their information.”

Strange resonance referred to special spirit controllers who could command multiple strange creatures.

Fan Tianxing waved his hand dismissively. “I’m never interested in reports. Just tell me if any news about these resonance individuals has been released.”

The man withdrew the papers and replied, “Yes, the news has been made public. It’s trending first on all major media outlets.”

Hearing this, Fan Tianxing frowned deeply.

“The news is out, so why hasn’t the half-divine hybrid sent the divine artifact yet?”

He sighed heavily. “Ah... It’s all that doll’s fault. Because of him, so many variables have arisen. This time, it must be him again!”

He blamed everything on Feng Tianlin, seeing it as a butterfly effect.

Meanwhile, the doll in question lay on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Are these spirit controllers out of their minds? Instead of capturing strange creatures, they come here to play ninja?”

Long Mengting felt no psychological pressure; she watched television on the enormous screen in her room.

The three spirit controllers were now lurking like mice above the ceiling, peering through tiny cracks to observe below.

The gaps were so narrow they had to widen their eyes and observe meticulously. Each was assigned a target—Feng Tianlin, Long Mengting, and the Exploding Mad Bear.

The one watching Feng Tianlin had been staring too long; his eyes began to ache, so he blinked unconsciously.

In that brief moment, Feng Tianlin’s gaze shifted from one part of the ceiling to his direction, locking eyes with him, wearing a strange smile.

“Hmm!”

The spirit controller instinctively lifted his head, only to see his two companions watching him calmly.

He was about to ask what was going on when a sharp pain struck his chest, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Feng Tianlin withdrew his hand, shook off the blood, and looked toward Chi Mei.

“How is it? Are there any other special humans in this castle?”

Chi Mei shook her head. “Only these three.”

“Good.” Feng Tianlin nodded, relieved.

The castle was vast, located in a wealthy district, luxuriously decorated—perfect for his base of operations.

He planned to transform it into a terrifying amusement park!

That night, Westford sat in his study, reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas from China.

Though blessed with divine blood, he was the least believing of all in deities.

He understood clearly that this time, the gods would not intervene directly; humanity must fight the strange creatures on its own.

After a long while, he frowned, adjusting his glasses.

“Where are those three spirit controllers? They were supposed to be observing Long Mengting. She should be asleep by now. Why haven’t they reported back?”

The more he thought, the more uneasy he felt.

“Could something have gone wrong?”

With that thought, he hurriedly stood and opened the study door.

But as soon as the door swung open, a sharp metallic scent filled the air.

The lights outside were off, leaving everything in darkness.

A shocking thought blossomed in his mind—not fear, but excitement.

Using his knowledge of the place, he groped for the light switch. When the lights suddenly flickered on, the brightness forced him to squint.

Through the narrow opening of his eyes, he saw several bloodied corpses, each wearing an expression of terror and dying violently—his manor’s servants.

His breathing quickened as his gaze shifted toward another direction—the room where Long Mengting stayed.

“It must have been one of Long Mengting’s strange creatures. It has to be!”

He no longer pondered why Long Mengting would kill these people; all he cared about was his curse.

Indeed, passing the Sun-Chasing Bow to a particular human was both a mission and a curse that had plagued their family for generations.

Otherwise, why would he relentlessly search for this person?

What did the survival of humanity matter to him?

If worst came to worst, they would all perish together.

The longest-lived ancestor in their family’s history barely reached fifty; he was already past thirty.

Who knew when death might come?

Hence, his desperate eagerness to complete the mission.

He swiftly descended to the basement, grabbed the longbow, and hurried back upstairs.

Passing each familiar corpse without a blink, he reached Long Mengting’s room.

Feng Tianlin was on the verge of exploding with rage.

He threw the three spirit controllers’ bodies he had dragged along onto the floor. “Who is this? My Divine Void Eye didn’t even affect him?”

Indeed, Feng Tianlin had followed closely behind but was dismayed to find that the illusions created by his Divine Void Eye had no effect on Westford.

“There’s something wrong with the bow he carries.”

Just a moment’s thought made him realize the source of the problem: the bow emitted a very familiar aura—the aura of a god.

“Could it be a divine artifact?”

He had seen divine artifacts before, such as Fan Tianxing’s Immortal Map, which shared some similarities with this bow’s aura but also had differences.

Unable or unwilling to ponder further, he decided to kill Westford first and study the bow afterward.

Without hesitation, he teleported right beside Westford, raising his hand to strike his head.

But at that instant, the bow in Westford’s hand glowed brightly.

The moment Feng Tianlin saw the light, he felt corrosion creeping over him.

“What the hell is this thing?”

Instinctively, he dodged behind a barrier that shielded him from the light. The glow reminded him of the Holy Light from Western legends.

Could this guy be a Holy Light Guardian?

Yet, recalling his earlier question to Long Mengting about the legend of Hou Yi shooting down the suns, he shook his head.

Could this man be a descendant of Hou Yi, passing down the legendary bow as a family heirloom, now intending to use it to kill Long Mengting?

Inside the room, Long Mengting, having just finished killing, eagerly returned, turned on the television, and resumed watching her show.

Her TV was impressive—it could connect to Chinese streaming platforms.

But then, she sensed something amiss beyond the door.