After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 132
Chapter 132: Past Life(8) – Buqi
Yin Buqi said, “Why should I be punished? He was the one who recklessly provoked me first. He deserved to die.”
“Yin Buqi, enough!” Jiang Niannian interrupted him.
Sword Lord Canghua wanted to speak, but Jiang Niannian cut him off.
“As his master, I bear a great responsibility for his failure. My decision is made—carry out the punishment.”
Since she had descended to the mortal world, she had to abide by its rules.
She was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, and all the more, she should not break the order.
The twisted arc at the corner of Yin Buqi’s lips slowly fell, his eyes turning slightly red.
“Master?!”
For a moment, everyone looked at Jiang Niannian with reverence.
She was too beautiful, as if standing beyond the clouds, naturally exuding an ethereal and distant presence.
Seeing her composed demeanor and the lack of any intent to escape, the disciples softened their tones as they spoke to her.
“Immortal Lord, please come with us.”
“Master, I will bear the consequences of my own actions!”
Yin Buqi stepped forward to stop Jiang Niannian, but she firmly bound him with the Immortal Binding Rope.
“Master! Let me go!”
With his cultivation sealed entirely, Yin Buqi was like a caged, bloodthirsty beast, gritting his teeth and struggling.
Even as veins bulged on his forehead and cold sweat covered his body, the rope did not loosen in the slightest.
Jiang Niannian was tied to the Coiling Dragon Pillar.
“Even if the master is punished for the disciple’s mistakes, shouldn’t they at least share the burden? Why is this Immortal Lord taking it all alone?”
“One Bone-Piercing Nail is enough to cripple a cultivator’s vitality.”
“Let alone ten—it would be a fate worse than death, akin to being flayed alive!”
“How could an Immortal Lord as pure as the moon and wind have taken on such a disciple?”
“A pristine sheet of white paper, now stained with a blemish.”
The onlookers murmured amongst themselves.
Yin Buqi was still struggling desperately, but when he heard their words, his face turned deathly pale.
They said he was a stain.
His master’s stain.
For years, he had asked his master that question—not because he wanted to know what benefit she saw in him, but because of his deep-seated insecurity.
He truly couldn’t understand why his kind and noble master had chosen him as a disciple.
Through his sweat-drenched eyelashes, he saw her—Jiang Niannian, with her black hair flowing and white robes billowing.
A surge of panic swelled in his chest.
A fear he hadn’t felt since he was eight years old.
Since that age, he had neither cried nor felt fear.
But now, these emotions rushed at him like a flood, threatening to tear his heart apart.
“Master! Don’t hurt my master! It was my fault! I admit it—punish me instead! Punish me!!!”
He screamed, his voice raw and desperate.
Sword Lord Canghua ignored him and coldly commanded, “Proceed.”
With a dull thud, two Bone-Piercing Nails sank into Jiang Niannian’s shoulder and palm.
Yet she merely lowered her lashes, remaining silent.
Though she was the Heavenly Dao, in the mortal world, she had a human body and could not escape pain.
Someone in the crowd murmured, “These first two nails—’Skinning and Disassembling’.”
“Master! Ahhh—let me go! Whoever dares touch my master, I will kill them! I will kill you all!”
Yin Buqi’s pupils darkened, unreadable and filled with a feral rage, like a beast barely restrained.
Another two thuds—Bone-Piercing Nails impaled Jiang Niannian’s collarbone and knee.
She never once bowed her head.
She only gazed forward, as if pain could not reach her, though her lips paled a shade whiter.
“The third and fourth nails—’Agony Beyond Death’.”
“Agony beyond death, my ass!”
Yin Buqi roared, his voice hoarse.
He watched helplessly as each nail was driven into Jiang Niannian’s body.
He hated himself for being too weak.
Hated that he couldn’t skin them alive, strip their tendons, and drink their blood.
As these thoughts burned in his mind, the remaining Bone-Piercing Nails were hammered into Jiang Niannian’s body.
Yet, despite her grave injuries, her profound cultivation kept her standing.
Blood stained her lips, but she could still walk and speak with ease.
“What an expert—such immense cultivation!”
“I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Jiang Niannian ignored them and walked to Yin Buqi, retrieving the Immortal Binding Rope from his body.
She sighed softly.
“Leave.”
Yin Buqi froze, as if thunder had struck his heart.
Was his master… abandoning him?
In that instant, all hatred and darkness in him vanished.
He was left like a lost, bewildered child.
Seeing her turn to leave, Yin Buqi immediately grasped her hand.
“Master, don’t go.”
He held on tightly, as if afraid she would disappear the moment he let go.
His voice choked as he pleaded, “Master, where are you going? Take me with you, please? I swear, I won’t make you angry again. Master…”
At this moment, he wanted nothing else.
He only wanted to stay by her side, to obey her, never to cause trouble again.
Jiang Niannian hesitated and slowly lowered her gaze to meet his eyes.
A sudden rumble—rain began to fall from the sky.
Jiang Niannian asked, “Yin Buqi, be honest. When did you first discover you could control this fire?”
A foreboding feeling rose in Yin Buqi’s heart, but he still answered, “…Half a year ago.”
Jiang Niannian continued, “Why did you hide it from me? Do you know Emperor Jiuyin?”
“Disciple does not know him.”
Yin Buqi shook his head, growing anxious.
“This fire manifested on its own. I don’t know why. I only had a vague feeling that it wasn’t a good thing, so I didn’t tell Master.”
The rain fell harder, drenching their robes.
Black hair, soaked by the rain, looked even darker, making Yin Buqi’s pale face all the more striking.
He stared at her, his water-laden eyelashes making his features appear almost bewitching.
In his eyes, there was only a small reflection of Jiang Niannian.
“Master…”
Jiang Niannian suddenly felt a pang in her chest.
What was this feeling?
Steeling herself, she said, “Listen to me… From this moment on, you are no longer my disciple. And I… will treat this as nothing but a fleeting dream. From now on, we shall act as though we have never met.”
She had taken on a disciple to prepare for ascending as the next Heavenly Dao.
Who would have thought this boy had an inexplicable connection to Emperor Jiuyin?
Yin Buqi froze.
First, he was at a loss.
Then, he was devastated.
Finally, he stared at her blankly and forced out one word: “Why?”
Jiang Niannian let go of his hand and turned to leave.
Yin Buqi quickly followed, his voice rising.
“Why?!”
This time, there was nothing he could do to stop her.
He watched her, something shattering inside him.
He tried to suppress it, but it was suffocating.
The air was cold.
Jiang Niannian’s throat ached.
“I have to leave.”
Yin Buqi dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around her legs like a child.
He looked up at her.
“Master, don’t abandon me… I beg you… I’ll listen to you…”
A sharp pain tore through Jiang Niannian’s chest, and tears welled in her eyes.
“In the end, it is I who have wronged you.”
The moment the words left her lips, her already pale lips lost even more color.
Her lashes trembled, her body wavering, as if she might faint.
A dreadful thought flashed through her mind—something was wrong with the Immortal tree of Kunlun.
Without further hesitation, she broke free from Yin Buqi’s grip and soared into the sky, disappearing into the rain.
