3600-chapter-38
Chapter 38: The Ultimate Beauty Is a Sin
In the grand hall, Wen Shili coldly surveyed the surroundings, his gaze sharp as jade.
He frowned and muttered, “Petty tricks.”
In an instant, tens of thousands of fine ice blades materialized behind him and scattered throughout the hall.
Yet, not a single blade harmed any of the cultivators; they all targeted the venomous Gu and snakes.
In a flash, every poisonous creature in the hall was reduced to dust and vanished.
With his sorcery destroyed, Jieyou staggered back a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“My venomous Gu! Wen Shili, you bastard!” Jieyou’s eyes gleamed with malice.
He laughed coldly, “Since you’ve killed them, then join them in the grave! Hahaha…”
Jiang Niannian, seeing his expression, thought to herself, “Damn it, this is bad!”
As Jieyou spoke, his fingers began to change, his nails sharp like blades.
He slashed a long gash across his arm, and the blood that dripped to the ground began to pulse as if alive.
His once-beautiful face was now splattered with blood, making him look sinister and eerie.
“What’s happening to him?”
Many cultivators, seeing Jieyou’s twisted expression, retreated in fear.
Sssss… Sssss…
A faint rustling sound echoed throughout the hall, amplifying as bright red lines of blood surged like a tide, rushing toward the crowd.
The red glow intensified, wrapping around a person’s leg.
A gruesome chewing sound followed.
“My leg! Aaaah, my leg!” The person screamed.
The others turned to see that their leg had been stripped of all flesh, leaving only a bare bone.
“It’s… It’s the Corpse Devouring Gu!”
“Has he gone mad?!”
“Madman! He’s a complete madman!”
Many people were caught by the red lines, their flesh devoured, leaving them dead and disfigured.
Jiang Niannian dodged, thinking to herself: “Jieyou’s madness has returned as expected.”
“Brother Jieyou, stop!” Tang Murou clung to Jieyou’s waist, burying her face in his back, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Brother Jieyou, stop, please! Don’t hurt any more innocent people!”
“Brother Jieyou…”
Jieyou’s body trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes, his expression pale.
His mind seemed to be clear, regaining some sense of sanity.
His trembling hand gently cupped Tang Murou’s face.
“Murou, I’m sorry… I’ve ruined everything again.”
“No, Brother Jieyou, you’ve done well. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have encouraged you to release the Demon Lord. I’m sorry…”
“Murou, I… Ugh!!” Jieyou’s eyes widened.
He looked down to see a cold, gleaming sword piercing through his heart.
“For slaughtering dozens of disciples from my sect, you deserve to die,” Wen Shili retracted his sword, standing coldly in the hall, as indifferent as an eternal glacier.
In his eyes, rules were rules.
If they were broken, punishment followed.
To treat human lives carelessly was a crime, and such crimes must be eradicated.
Tang Murou let out a heart-wrenching cry, “Brother Jieyou!”
Blood bloomed across Jieyou’s white inner garments.
As he fell, a smile of relief spread across his face.
“Finally, this absurd, laughable life of mine is over…”
Tang Murou held Jieyou’s bloodied body, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was all her fault. If it weren’t for her, Jieyou wouldn’t have died.
For the past twenty years, her precognative dreams had granted her countless advantages and opportunities, yet for the first time, she questioned if following them was truly the right choice.
Jiang Niannian glanced at Jieyou, lying bloodied in Tang Murou’s arms, and closed her eyes in pity.
Jieyou’s family had practiced the art of venomous Gu for generations, but in his time, the clan was in decline.
Some people were fortunate, like Tang Murou, who easily gained the world’s favor with a face like a celestial maiden.
Others, like Jieyou, were tragic.
Because of his unnaturally beautiful appearance, his father had planted a Hehuan Gu in him, selling him to wealthy cultivators for abuse in exchange for resources to strengthen the clan.
For Jieyou, beauty became the source of lifelong suffering.
After years of enduring humiliation, he finally broke free from the Gu’s control, killed his father, and became the new Gu King.
But the scars of the past twisted his mind, causing him to descend into madness at times.
Just when he was about to end his miserable life, Tang Murou had saved him…
“Niannian.”
A pair of slightly cold hands enveloped Jiang Niannian’s.
She turned to see Yin Buqi.
“Murou…” Standing nearby, Tang Xuanye wore an unusually sorrowful expression.
Wen Shili looked down at the scene, still cold and unmoved.
“Take Miss Tang away. She will face the Bone-Tempering Nails punishment.”
Tang Xuanye’s calm yet firm voice rang out, “I will take her place for the Bone-Tempering Nails punishment.”
“The one who committed the crime should bear the punishment.”
“Yes, True Monarch.”
Several nearby cultivators stepped forward to restrain her.
“Don’t touch me!”
As they struggled, Tang Murou fell, and her dress lifted slightly, revealing part of her pale calf, marked with a small red lotus birthmark.
“This… this mark—isn’t it the same one as the nine-tailed fox in the Nine Profound Heavenly Mirror?”
Yin Ruoxu’s eyes widened in shock.
“Father, what are you talking about?” Yin Ci yawned lazily, bored by the spectacle.
He hadn’t slept well after searching all night for a troublesome creature, and now he had to stay and watch this woman cry.
Yin Ruoxu urgently replied, “There’s no time to explain. Someone, summon the Lord of Fate.”
“I’m already here.”
At the entrance appeared a figure, immortal in bearing, dressed in white robes, holding a dust whisk.
“Heh, it’s certainly lively tonight,” Shen Yu toyed with a jade flute, glancing at the newcomer.
“The nine-tailed fox clan is born with natural charm. With minimal training, they can master enchantment techniques.
Furthermore, that birthmark on her leg confirms that she’s the fox we saw.”
Shi Jing, ever stern-faced, didn’t surprise anyone with his serious demeanor.
“Sigh,”
Jiang Niannian thought to herself: “This protagonist aura really is something.”
She sighed, but her shoulder was soon leaned on by a sleepy head.
Jiang Niannian smiled and brushed aside Yin Buqi’s stray locks.
“Tired? We’ll go home and sleep soon.”
“Mm.”
“Is Miss Tang really the nine-tailed fox?!”
“Didn’t the Lord of Fate once cast a divination saying, ‘When the nine-tailed fox appears, peace will reign over the world’?”
“Then why did she release the Demon Lord?”
“Is it possible that the heavens guided her to do so? After all, ‘when heaven assigns great tasks to a person, it first tests their will, exhausts their body, and frustrates their plans…’”
“Ugh, stop reciting next to me. During lectures, I was too busy reading erotic books and flirting. Who listens to that stuff?”
His companion muttered, “Your mom, you have guts, brother. That was Lord Qinghe’s class, and you dared to ignore it. Aren’t you afraid he’ll slice you in two with his sword? And after reading all those books, why are you still… um, why are you still living with your right hand?”
“Fu*ck, I, your uncle… sometimes use my left hand.”
In the grand hall, Shi Jing continued, “Therefore, Miss Tang’s cultivation must not be destroyed. Let her train for a while, then she can capture the Demon Lord again to make amends. As for the Bone-Tempering Nails punishment, it should be postponed. After all, we still need her to deal with the matter of the Nether Evil Resentment Seed. What say you?”
Wen Shili remained silent.
The hall grew tense.
Suddenly, a male voice broke the silence: “Master?”
Everyone turned to see Jiang Ziyou, dressed only in his inner garments, holding a pillow in one hand and rubbing his sleepy eyes with the other, standing drowsily at the entrance.
Oh, and it seemed he’d put his shoes on the wrong feet.