LWDC Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Absolute Light

Chapter 142: Absolute Light

Chapter 142: Absolute Light

By the time Ning Fei returned from the church, night had already fallen.

As soon as he stepped into his house, he instructed Shalle to make sure all doors and windows were locked securely at night.

“This is the commoner district, Dr. Ning. Even if you didn’t say so, I’d check the doors and windows three times every night to be sure,” Shalle blinked. “Are you saying someone might be targeting you recently?”

“Perhaps yes, perhaps no. In any case, it doesn’t hurt to be vigilant,” Ning Fei said. “If you hear any commotion outside your room at night, don’t go out to investigate. Shake the bell in your room, and I’ll know. If you fall into the hands of bad guys and they try to use you to threaten me, I can only say, regrettably, they’ve miscalculated.”

“You’re overthinking it. I grew up as an orphan in the commoner district; I probably know the dangers here better than Dr. Ning,” Shalle patted her chest. “Rest assured, I’ll lock the doors and windows securely! If you need me to nail wooden boards over them, just say the word!”

“Wooden boards aren’t necessary yet. Don’t be so nervous; just keep everything normal.”

That night, nothing happened.

The next night also passed peacefully.

On the third night, Ning Fei was jolted awake from his sleep by a loud “BANG!!!”

He sat up, his expression showing no sign of tension, only annoyance at being awakened. Unhurriedly, he got out of bed and put on his outer robe, leisurely lit a lamp, and calmly walked towards the door. Meanwhile, crashing and banging sounds came from downstairs. Clearly, uninvited guests had broken into the house. Moreover, they didn’t care that the people in the house had been awakened and were wantonly wreaking havoc in Ning Fei’s home.

Or rather, they were trying to provoke the homeowner into coming out.

At this moment, the bell in Ning Fei’s room also started to ring. The sound was urgent, a frantic jingle, but it was less noticeable amidst the sounds of smashing and looting. Ning Fei knew it was Shalle ringing the bell downstairs, urging and warning him. However, Ning Fei still didn’t rush. He casually pulled the rope to respond twice, and Shalle quieted down.

Ning Fei then opened the door.

He didn’t intentionally control the sound, and the people downstairs didn’t seem to hear him, as the destruction continued unabated. Ning Fei walked downstairs and found two young men, obviously street thugs. One of them was holding a torch and kicked a wooden chair, sending it flying. The chair hit a cabinet, knocking a bunch of things down, and porcelain and earthenware shattered all over the floor.

Ning Fei stood on the stairs, quietly watching everything.

Just then, a bottle came flying toward him—

BANG!!!

Ning Fei lightly tilted his head, dodging the bottle. The bottle smashed against the wall behind him, shattering into pieces.

“Ha, too bad, how did you get so lucky and dodge that!” The two thugs walked toward Ning Fei. The one without the torch spoke, drawing a short knife from his waist. In the dim light, Ning Fei could see the rust on it, practically a tetanus blade.

“When you come to the commoner district, you have to abide by the rules here. Give us six thousand coins, or we’ll smash everything to smithereens, including you! I heard you’re a doctor. If your hand is broken, can you still heal yourself, hahaha!”

Six thousand coins—a family in the commoner district might not earn that much in three years. When Ning Fei treats those lower-level apprentices, he charges less than a hundred coins each time. These two were clearly making outrageous demands.

However, Ning Fei knew that they weren’t some gang from the commoner district coming to “establish rules.” More likely, they were people from the church trying to teach Ning Fei a lesson, to make him obedient, or simply to make him suffer for his “disrespect.” The church didn’t need to show their faces personally; they just needed to send their servants to the commoner district, find some lawless thugs, and trick them into believing that Ning Fei was rich and they could extort a lot of money from him.

Then, the church would get to see the consequences of Ning Fei daring to defy them.

“Oh, right, you have a kid here too, don’t you?”

At this moment, the man with the torch suddenly remembered something and turned to a room with a locked door next to the first floor: “If you don’t give us the money, who knows what will happen to him. Anyway, it’s normal for a kid to go missing in the commoner district. And you’ve only been raising him for a few days, so he’s probably still tender and delicate. We can have some fun with him first, hahaha!”

As he spoke, he kicked the door hard, “BANG!” Dust and wood chips fell from the wooden door. It was likely that the locked door would be kicked open with two more kicks.

“So, have you thought about it?” The thug with the knife stood in the stairwell, waving the short blade at him. “You’re a doctor; you must know which is more important, money or life, right?”

Listening to these cliché threats, Ning Fei suddenly wanted to laugh, and then he did.

“Damn, you dare to laugh!” The thug below the stairs squinted, staring at Ning Fei for a long time, then suddenly said, “I just realized, you’re quite attractive too. Then let you and that kid serve us together, we’ll make sure you enjoy it, hahaha…”

“I can give it to you.”

Ning Fei finally spoke amidst their trite remarks, his expression indifferent, as if those insulting words couldn’t anger him at all. He walked down the last few steps, extending his hand as if the thing he was going to give was already in his hand: “That one, come over too. You each get half, right?”

“You’re sensible,” the torch-bearing man walked over, his expression lewd. “Hey, you really do look good. If you’re willing to play with me, I can give you a hundred coins off…”

Before he could finish, Ning Fei suddenly raised his palm toward the two of them. In the next moment, a strong light erupted, as bright as day!!!

Buzz—!

An intense ringing swept through their eardrums, and the white light vanished in an instant.

Looking at the two men again, their originally sinister and evil expressions had turned dull and wooden, their blank gazes fixed on Ning Fei’s face. With two clangs, the short knife and the torch fell to the ground. The torch was already old and worn, and it rolled twice on the ground, extinguishing completely.

The entire first floor was lit only by the lamp still held in Ning Fei’s hand, dimly illuminating the black-haired youth in his long robe.

But beneath the steps, in the eyes of the two men, this dim light was like holy light, making Ning Fei’s figure appear so immense. They stared at him in a daze, unable to speak, and not daring to speak. An indescribable feeling flowed through their bodies, washing away all filth, impurity, and dirt, stripping away all their sins.

It was like soaking in a sacred and warm spring, like returning to their mother’s womb. They seemed to have returned to the very beginning of life, to its purest state, and they could even hear the roaring of their mother’s heartbeat.

This was the highest-level, most extreme light magic.

Healing external wounds, healing the soul, making people forget all worries, it could be called… no, it was a miracle on earth. The church claimed that there had been such powerful popes long ago, but no one had ever seen evidence. In today’s waning age of magic, people who could use light magic were as rare as phoenix feathers. And Ning Fei was able to use a powerful force that was extremely rare even in the church’s historical records.

He compressed it to the extreme, then unleashed it in an instant.

Ordinary people encountering this kind of magic for the first time had no chance of avoiding this momentary baptism.

In the blink of an eye, they would feel so comfortable that they would almost ascend to heaven, carefree and only feeling that everything should be true, good, and beautiful. They would be lost in this state, unable to regain their senses for a long time. And when they reacted, they couldn’t help but pursue this state of being in paradise again, day and night, as if addicted.

Fanaticism and reverence arose from this.

But Ning Fei didn’t need believers.

He simply put down the lamp, picked up the rusty short knife, and asked in a faint voice, “Now, do you want to repent?”

“…Repent! We want to repent!”

At this moment, the two uninvited guests were the purest people at heart. The purer they were, the more they couldn’t accept the filth and squalor of the past. They involuntarily knelt down, their knees softening, looking up at Ning Fei as if gazing upon a divine statue: “We want to repent for our past sins! Please listen to our sins, forgive us!”

“Is that so?”

Ning Fei placed a hand on the cheek of one of the men, and the man’s eyes suddenly became even more fervent. Then, in his adoring pupils, was reflected the shadow of Ning Fei raising the short knife.

“Then, go repent before God!”

As the words fell, the short knife fell.

The man didn’t even realize what had happened at first, only feeling a chill on his neck, followed by a strong smell of rust and a rapid sense of suffocation.

And Ning Fei’s lapel was already splattered with crimson blood.

The man beside him was stunned. Everything had happened so fast, the contrast was so great. His mind couldn’t process it at all, unable to understand what the messenger of God was doing. Ning Fei wouldn’t wait for him to react, and the next knife had already slashed open his throat!

“Hrk… Ah…!”

The men finally realized what was happening. They covered their necks to stop the bleeding, but blood gushed out between their fingers; they wanted to scream, but the blood had already blocked their throats and windpipes; they wanted to move to save themselves, but they were already staggering when they stood up, and the pain and suffocation made them dizzy.

Ning Fei gave each of them a hard kick, knocking them to the ground, then stomped hard on their shinbones.

“!!!” The men struggled in agony, trying to roll over but unable to move, forced to lie in the pool of blood they had created, convulsing in despair.

Ning Fei stood on the side, watching everything indifferently. Only when the spreading pool of blood threatened to stain his shoes did he take two steps back, ascending another step.

A few minutes later, both men stopped moving.

The cause of death wasn’t blood loss, but suffocation. Ning Fei finally walked down again, disgustedly avoiding the gore, and walked to Shalle’s door, knocking on it.

“It’s okay now, come out and clean up. You’ll have to work hard tonight.”

As he spoke, Ning Fei saw the bloodstains on his robe and took it off, throwing it onto the two men.

“Oh, and also, there’s some garbage that needs to be thrown away.”