Chapter 94: The Bloodbath at Rimuli

A gentle mountain breeze swept through the flowers, carrying the fresh scent of soil and vegetation under scattered rays of sunlight.

The azure sky at this moment seemed to hold a unique charm.

Jiang Niannian, carrying a small hoe, was cultivating a few plots of land when Shen Yu approached.

Shen Yu asked, “Why are you here so early today?”

Without raising her head, Jiang Niannian continued her meticulous work.

“Lying in bed just makes my mind wander, and I can’t sleep well. It’s better to come out and tend to some flowers and plants.”

Shen Yu blinked his eyelashes lightly, glanced down at her, and then heard Jiang Niannian ask, “I’ve been living too comfortably these days—just eating and sleeping. Do you know any good weight-loss techniques? Ones that don’t involve exercise or dieting?”

“Heh, there is one.”

“What is it?”

“Amputation.”

“…” Jiang Niannian glared at him, slowly burying some precious herbs in the soil.

Then, with a calm tone, she asked, “Have you noticed how much I love you?”

Shen Yu froze, uncertain.

After a moment, he finally said, “What do you mean by that?”

On the other side of the floating mirror, Yin Buqi felt a sharp pang in his chest.

His brows furrowed deeply as he silently watched the scene, his aura growing colder and colder.

Jiang Niannian replied, “The literal meaning.”

Shen Yu fell silent again, his hand hidden in his sleeve, clenching and unclenching before he shook his head. “No…”

“That’s right,” Jiang Niannian said with a smile.

“After all…”

“After all, what?”

Shen Yu looked at her earnestly, with a rare flicker of hope in his eyes.

He wished she would continue.

“Fatherly love is silent.”

Shen Yu: “…”

Yin Buqi: “…”

Shen Yu glared at her coldly, gritting his teeth.

“Jiang Niannian, do you believe I won’t smash your head with this hoe?”

“Oh.”

Jiang Niannian stood up and ran off.

“Stop right there!”

Jiang Niannian laughed as she ran.

“Hey, be careful! Don’t step on the plants I just planted!”

As her voice trailed off, the breeze rose again.

Yin Buqi was entranced, his heart skipping a beat.

In all his memories, he had never seen Jiang Niannian like this—so mischievous, so vibrant, like a carefree little spirit.

In the floating mirror, she appeared so small, her face tiny, her figure petite.

She was so small, it felt as if she might disappear at any moment.

Was she truly so happy away from him?

But he couldn’t let her go.

He couldn’t bear it…

Yin Buqi’s eyes turned icy.

With a wave of his sleeve, the floating mirror shattered into mist under a surge of immense spiritual energy.

His expression was gloomy, his entire aura radiating an overwhelming killing intent.

“Summon everyone,” he commanded.

Even these two words dripped with an aloof disdain for the mortal world, as if rejecting everything around him.

A subordinate stepped forward.

“Young Master, what are your orders?”

“Gather everyone. We’re going to kill Liu Xichuan.”

The subordinate hesitated.

“Young Master, our planned day is still a month away…”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

Yin Buqi’s red eyes gleamed with madness.

“Liu Xichuan… has lived long enough.”

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At  Rimuli

The distant mountains stretched endlessly.

The night wind blew cold, carrying with it the faint smell of blood.

“How strange. Why is it so cold tonight, even in June?”

“I don’t know,” another man said, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

“Let’s finish patrolling quickly. Something feels off.”

The wind carried a sorrowful wail, faint and lingering—

“Debts of life must eventually be repaid.”

A flash of white light. Heads rolled to the ground.

Inside a secluded chamber, Liu Xichuan placed a jade token into the formation’s core.

A barrier of white light rose, sealing the chamber’s entrance.

Just as he was about to sit down and heal his wounds, a sharp light sliced through the air—a sword strike swift and ruthless.

Startled, Liu Xichuan dodged swiftly, drew his sword, and poured all his spiritual energy into a counterattack.

Sparks flew as the swords clashed, and Liu Xichuan was thrown backward, crashing into a wall.

His face was pale, drenched in cold sweat.

“Who are you?!”

The chamber’s barrier shattered as a figure emerged from the darkness.

Clad in black robes embroidered with gold, a blood-red mark glowed on his forehead. His red eyes shimmered with a terrifying intensity.

The sword in his hand returned to him with a flick of his wrist.

“It’s you?!” Liu Xichuan’s pupils constricted.

Then, he smirked maliciously.

“Well, good. Saves me the trouble of finding you.”

Yin Buqi twirled his sword casually.

“Oh? Is that so?”

Their battle was intense. In the cramped space of the chamber, Liu Xichuan was at a clear disadvantage. Blood trickled from his mouth as he gasped, “In just one month… How did you reach the Mahayana stage?!”

“You… you’re a plague! Only disasters grow this quickly!”

Yin Buqi sneered.

“Stalling for time? How unfortunate. No one’s coming to save you.”

Liu Xichuan’s expression turned grim.

“What do you mean?”

A deafening explosion shook the chamber.

Outside, the night sky was illuminated by countless glowing figures—Yin Buqi’s Nine-Tailed Clan had arrived.

Yin Buqi laughed maniacally.

“Liu Xichuan, do you know why I saved you for last?”

Below, blood rivers flowed, and corpses littered the ground.

“You madman!” Liu Xichuan roared.

“You’ve slaughtered everyone at Rimuli! You’ll die horribly!”

Yin Buqi’s icy voice cut through the night.

“Where are the bodies of Yin Ci and Wen Shili? I want to take them back.”

Fear gripped Liu Xichuan’s heart.

He tried to play his last card.

“You won’t kill me. If you do, you’ll never know!”

But Yin Buqi merely raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget? There’s a spell called Soul Search.”

Liu Xichuan’s voice grew shrill with rage.

“Yin Buqi, you monster! I curse you! Everyone you care about will die because of you—”

Before he could finish, Yin Buqi’s sword pierced his throat.

The light faded from Liu Xichuan’s eyes.

“Annoying.”

The chamber fell silent.

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air.