Chapter 59

An ominous premonition?

Qu Panyan stood there, holding her chest in a daze.

The anxious feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger, making her heart race. A faint voice echoed in her ears, urging her, “Go find her…”

“Go find your Su Lingyu…”

The Fire Bell Silk in her sleeve sensed the change in her emotions and jingled loudly, as if echoing that voice, urging her to hurry and find Su Lingyu.

Ling’er spoke up, “The bells are ringing.”

The impact of the two forces gradually weakened, and Lou Wuhua released her grip. The black fan automatically supported the crescent-shaped protective barrier in mid-air. She turned to look at Qu Panyan and said, “If you want to go, the Sect Master will not stop you.”

The Fire Bell Silk slowly wrapped around her arms, and the Fire Bells jingled in her palm, as if they were ready to strike.

Qu Panyan tightened her grip on the Fire Bells and glanced at Lou Wuhua.

Lou Wuhua nodded slightly, “It’s fate, and it’s something you should do. Go, my obedient disciple.”

Qu Panyan immediately showed a solemn expression and bowed deeply to Lou Wuhua, “Thank you, Sect Master, for your support.”

With that, she took a few steps forward and turned into a flash of green light, rushing to Su Lingyu’s side at the fastest speed.

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The bright red blood dripped onto the crystal-clear ice, resembling crimson flames that melted the ice slowly, causing it to fade away. The black energy shrouding the sky was also torn apart, revealing the deep blue horizon and the dazzling sun.

Not far away, a thin and weak arm lay on the ground.

Yuan Qijun covered his chest, gently laughing as he wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips. His large left sleeve was empty, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were only fixed on the woman kneeling next to the Thousand Frost Sword.

She still looked so beautiful.

Even though she was covered in wounds, and even though she had just chopped off one of his hands, in his eyes, she was still the most exquisite beauty in the world, unmatched by anyone else.

The air was filled with a strong scent of blood, yet Yuan Qijun felt deeply satisfied, his face showing a greedy expression as he gazed at Su Lingyu, infatuatedly saying, “Even your blood is so fragrant, Yu’er…”

Su Lingyu still held the hilt of the Thousand Frost Sword, and the icy sword was stained with fresh blood. Her hands were covered in numerous wounds, continuously being torn during the repeated battles with Yuan Qijun, displaying a shocking shade of crimson red at the wound openings.

Her blood flowed down along the sword’s handle, blending with the fresh blood of Yuan Qijun, making it difficult to distinguish. This only further excited Yuan Qijun, “Yu’er, look, our blood is merging together.”

Su Lingyu’s expression became solemn as she turned the sword handle, and a sudden burst of icy air erupted from the sword.The blood on the blade instantly froze into ice, falling off disdainfully with a crisp sound.

She looked at him coldly, remaining silent.

In that decisive battle years ago, she had won. But now…

Su Lingyu shifted her gaze to the hand she had just chopped off—the same hand she had severed all those years ago.

Back then, cutting off this hand symbolized her victory over him. However, now that she had done it again, she felt none of the triumphant emotions from before, only a heightened sense of vigilance.

Yuan Qijun had changed, becoming even more difficult to deal with than before.

Seeing her looking at his severed arm, Yuan Qijun couldn’t help but chuckle and slowly stood up, saying, “See, Yu’er still cares so much about me…”

Su Lingyu’s eyebrows furrowed, her expression becoming grave. She also stood up slowly, her fingers, stained with blood, tightly gripping the sword hilt.

Even if both of them were severely injured, they would still have to be cautious of each other, vowing to fight to the death.

The next moment, the scene occurred before Su Lingyu made her eyes involuntarily widen in disbelief—Yuan Qijun’s hand that had been chopped off magically reattached itself!

But automatic regeneration was a power only possessed by the undead turned into Yin soldiers. How could a living person possess such a dark art!

Could it be that he turned himself into a living Yin soldier?!

Su Lingyu’s expression became even more solemn.

She had never imagined that the demonic path could hold such dark arts. Moreover, she couldn’t fathom how Yuan Qijun could willingly turn himself into a Yin soldier. What kind of terrifying experiences must he have gone through that were beyond the imagination of ordinary people?

Yuan Qijun flexed his restored arm nimbly and smiled, saying, “Yu’er, isn’t this good?” He continued, “Yu’er, I’ve done this for you. Are you happy?”

“Yu’er, in this world, only you and I are a perfect match in heaven… You can’t like anyone else, you can’t.”

Su Lingyu didn’t want to waste any words with him. With a movement of her divine consciousness, she materialized several sharp ice columns beside him, swiftly thrusting them towards his heart. The heart was always the most vulnerable and lethal weak point of a person—no matter how strong they were.

Su Lingyu’s attack was fierce, and although Yuan Qijun moved like a ghost to dodge left and right, he was still struck by a few ice columns, but none of them hit a vital point. The final attack was the strongest so Yuan Qijun couldn’t evade it completely and had to use his spiritual power to block it with his palm, shattering an ice column in mid-air. He then condensed a stronger and more sinister energy in his palm, intending to completely shatter the remaining ice columns in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a chilling sword light rushed forward!

Yuan Qijun’s eyes flashed with surprise, and almost instinctively, he grabbed the sword’s blade with his bare hand, the sharp point of the sword only a hair’s breadth away from his chest. Just a little more forward, and it would cut through his clothes, pierce his flesh, and strike his most vulnerable spot.

Su Lingyu raised two fingers, her fingertips radiating light, and she channeled all her spiritual power into the Thousand Frost Sword. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Yuan Qijun and the Thousand Frost Sword.

Both of their expressions were extremely grave and unsightly, and they simultaneously spat out blood.

Yuan Qijun’s hand, gripping the Thousand Frost Sword, was cut by the sharp blade, and blood along with a dense black energy oozed slowly from his five fingers. His gaze was dark and sinister, emitting a suffocating aura of darkness, as if a murderous demon had descended upon the mortal realm.

He looked back at Su Lingyu, “Is this how much you wish for my death?”

Su Lingyu remained silent.

His expression changed, and his emotions suddenly became agitated, “Then I’ll make you die with me!”

“That way, you’ll be mine forever! You can’t escape me, you can’t!!!”

While Su Lingyu was fully focused on the Thousand Frost Sword, a Yin soldier suddenly emerged behind her, raising its ice-cold long sword and was about to strike, but only to be swept away by a burst of chilling air.

Distracted by the appearance of the Yin soldier, Su Lingyu’s focus attack with the Thousand Frost Sword weakened slightly, and Yuan Qijun instantly gained the upper hand. With a cunning look in his eyes, he forcefully flung the sword away, his fingers curling into claws as he lunged towards her, intending to kill her on the spot!

Right at that moment, the sound of a ringing bell pierced through the air, accompanied by a voice saying, “If someone has to die, let it be you!”

Su Lingyu felt a sudden tightening around her waist, and in the blink of an eye, she had retreated several meters. Yuan Qijun’s attack missed its mark.

As Su Lingyu looked at the person before her, her heart throbbed, “Go back!”

Qu Panyan placed her against the wall, saying, “We’re Dao companions, wherever Sister Lingyu is, that’s where I’ll be.”

“Dao companions?” Yuan Qijun straightened up and looked over with a malevolent expression, “Say that again?”

Su Lingyu immediately covered her chest and stood up, extending her hand to pull Qu Panyan behind her for protection. Unexpectedly, as she raised her hand, Qu Panyan suddenly leaned her head forward, affectionately rubbing her head against Su Lingyu’s shoulder, looking as obedient as an adorable puppy.

Su Lingyu paused for a moment and subconsciously extended her long fingers to gently stroke Qu Panyan’s head. Qu Panyan raised her head, smiling with sparkling eyes as she gazed deep into Su Lingyu’s eyes and said, “No matter where Sister Lingyu is, I will always accompany her.”

Even if it means they will be going to hell together.

Su Lingyu was taken aback, “Yan’er…”

Yuan Qijun observed Su Lingyu’s expression and knew that Qu Panyan’s words were genuine; she was indeed her Dao companion.

Absurd, utterly absurd! How could two women be together like this!

And how could a little girl dare to steal someone’s love!

A little girl who dares to steal someone’s love deserves to be torn into a thousand pieces!

Dark aura continuously emanated from Yuan Qijun, floating in the surroundings and forming viscous black liquid when it touched the ground. Sinister and chilling Yin soldiers slowly emerged from the liquid, surrounding the two women.

“A little girl who dares to steal someone’s love,” Yuan Qijun said with a sinister tone, “deserves to be torn into a thousand pieces…”

Even though he was currently seriously injured, he would never let this little brat off!

Qu Panyan gently pushed Su Lingyu against the wall and slowly set up a defensive formation for her. During her action, she simultaneously asked, “Do you love Sister Lingyu very much?”

Yuan Qijun snorted coldly, “Under the heavens, no one can love Yu’er more than I do!”

Qu Panyan remained unperturbed and casually proposed, “Alright then, let’s have a duel. If I lose, you can tear me into a thousand pieces, but if I win, you must leave obediently. How about that?”

Yuan Qijun never expected her to be so audacious. What could a little brat who hadn’t even reached the realm near-god use to compete against him?

What did Yu’er see in her? Is it courage?

Yuan Qijun mocked, “Hah, an ignorant fool.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he impatiently flew forward, not even bothering to use the Yin soldiers; he just wanted to personally tear Qu Panyan apart—Anyone who dared to take away his Yu’er must be torn to pieces!

Qu Panyan tiptoed, deftly avoiding his attacks, countering his moves at close range and using only very basic and common spells. This made Yuan Qijun’s brow furrow, “You little waste, do you look down on me?”

Qu Panyan raised her hand to block his eagle-like fingers, looking at the faint traces of black energy in front of her. She replied in a relaxed tone, “No, I just know these spells. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Sister Lingyu.”

Su Lingyu’s face showed anxiety, but she couldn’t leave the defensive formation, leaving her powerless. She could only stand within the defensive formation and say, “Yuan Qijun, don’t bully the younger ones. Your opponent should be me!”

Su Lingyu was upright and proud, and she would never lie—at least that was Yuan Qijun’s impression. So he believed that Qu Panyan was just an incompetent youngster.

He curled his lips, revealing a sinister smile, and his slender arm coiled around Qu Panyan’s hand like a serpent. Swiftly and accurately, he then grasped her fair neck, “You little waste, now you will be torn into a thousand pieces…”

Qu Panyan suddenly felt the air being taken away from her. Her tiptoes left the ground, and she was almost suffocating. With her hands struggling desperately, she clung tightly to his arm.

He loved seeing people struggle before their death. Their desperate breath excited him, which was why he cultivated the Necromancy Dao and killed countless people.

Killing, to him, was the supreme pleasure.

Especially killing the one who took away the person he loved.

He mercilessly increased the pressure, slowly crushing her neck. The dismemberment would begin with her neck being crushed.

His mood finally improved a bit, and even the injuries on his body didn’t hurt as much. “You little waste, quietly meet your end now.”

Suddenly, he saw the corners of Qu Panyan’s lips curling upward, revealing a triumphant smile.

With a “bang,” the person in his hand suddenly turned into a long white silk.

The long silk, like a snake, had ringing Fire Bells on both ends. It snaked up his arm, leaving him no time to react, and in the blink of an eye, it bound him into a bundle like a rice dumpling.

Because he had been seriously injured in his previous battle with Su Lingyu, he didn’t have much spiritual energy left to break free. He could only be tightly bound, his two eyes widening in astonishment.

Qu Panyan suddenly appeared behind him and softly reminded, “Villain, death by excessive talking.”

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