After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 137
Chapter 137: Past Life (13) – Threat
Jiang Niannian trembled all over.
“You… how did you find out my identity?!”
He had asked her before if she was an immortal, but she knew he was only joking.
Now, hearing him say it with such certainty left her utterly shocked.
Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Niannian asked again, “You know I am the Heavenly Dao?”
“That’s not the point, Master.”
Yin Buqi smiled.
“The point is concealment—hiding a treasure. A lavish cage can wear down a bird’s yearning for freedom, just as a grand palace can erase a person’s desire to escape. Both offer the ultimate indulgence.”
Jiang Niannian’s instincts screamed that Yin Buqi was extremely dangerous at this moment.
She truly couldn’t handle him.
“Buqi, do you really intend to treat me this way? I am your master!”
The smile on Yin Buqi’s lips did not fade.
He leaned in close, brushing against her soft lips.
As if finding them too unbearably soft, he lightly brushed them again.
Then he said, “Even if you still want to escape, it doesn’t matter. As long as the cage is sturdy enough, it can confine freedom—or perhaps, break the bird’s wings…”
His voice was sickly sweet, chillingly eerie.
With a swift motion, blinding white light burst forth.
Jiang Niannian gathered spiritual energy in her palm and struck directly at Yin Buqi, but he sidestepped the attack.
Jiang Niannian had taken a gamble, seizing the chance to break free.
Now that her spiritual meridians were no longer sealed and the barrier had been lifted, she took the opportunity to dash out the door and soar into the sky.
For a hundred years, her cultivation had stagnated while his had advanced rapidly, making him incomparable to his past self.
This rebellious disciple was truly dangerous now.
Staying in the mortal world would greatly weaken her divine power—she had to return to the heavens!
Yet Yin Buqi did not chase after her immediately.
Instead, he tilted his head back and let out a bone-chilling smile.
“Master, where can you run?”
He gazed in the direction where Jiang Niannian had fled, calmly adjusting his robes.
He even had the leisure to water the flowers she had recently nurtured.
His demeanor was utterly unhurried, as if he had everything under control.
Just as he was about to leave, a woman’s image appeared before him.
It was only a projection; her true form remained elsewhere.
The woman said, “Didn’t you hate her to death? Why didn’t you kill her?”
Yin Buqi sneered.
“Whether I hate her or not—what does that have to do with you?”
“I saved you!”
“You saved me?”
He laughed coldly.
“Don’t think I don’t know your intentions. You want me to kill her so you can comfortably take her place as the Heavenly Dao? Ridiculous. In this world, there is only one Heavenly Dao—and that is my master.”
“Besides, the one who sent me the transmission talisman that day and set up the killing formation—it was all you, wasn’t it?”
He recalled that day—he had waited for his master in that house for so long, but she never came.
When he received the transmission talisman, he instantly recognized his master’s voice and was so overwhelmed with excitement that his hands trembled.
But why hadn’t she just contacted him directly with her spiritual consciousness?
At the time, his joy clouded his judgment, and he followed the message without questioning it.
Who would have thought he would be trapped in purgatory for a hundred years?
During that century, he had hated Jiang Niannian every single moment, yet that hatred could never erase his deep love.
He had wanted to take revenge on her.
But after hearing her words and seeing her reaction, he understood—there was another who wished to kill him.
Saying she would return to the heavens had been a test for Jiang Niannian.
As expected, there were indeed two Heavenly Daos.
The woman tried to argue.
“What are you talking about…? The one who always wanted you dead was Jiang Niannian!”
“No need to argue.”
He stretched out his hand and dispersed her image.
“I’ll kill you right now.”
“She only sees you as a disciple—you hold no place in her heart! The lives of all beings matter more to her than you do! You can’t kill me—if you do, no one else will help you!”
Yin Buqi didn’t waste another word.
He waved his hand, dissolving her projection into nothingness.
He looked up at the vast, cloudless sky and murmured, “She stopped being my master long ago… she is a god.”
Once, he had wanted to pull a god down from her pedestal.
Now, he only wished to offer her all the treasures of the world—just so she would look at him.
—
When Jiang Niannian returned to the heavens, she saw a lone figure standing amid swirling clouds from a distance.
A tall, slender figure dressed in a wide black robe.
At a glance, she knew it was Yin Buqi.
“Main God, run! He’s here to kill you!”
A panicked female voice rang out.
Only then did Jiang Niannian notice another figure, her clone, hidden behind Yin Buqi.
The moment he raised his hand, the person who had just been pleading for help dissolved into wisps of blood mist, scattered by the wind.
She didn’t even have time to scream.
In an instant, nothing remained.
Jiang Niannian’s pupils constricted violently.
Yin Buqi slowly turned around.
His eyes were filled with chilling indifference, as if he hadn’t just killed someone.
For the first time ever, fear gripped her.
She could no longer see him as the Yin Buqi she once knew—he was now a walking catastrophe.
Tang Murou had warned that he wanted to kill her, yet not long ago, he had said he wanted to marry her.
Yin Buqi gazed at her, his expression still cold, yet his voice was eerily gentle.
“Master, why are you running? Do you think… you can escape?”
“Yin Buqi…” Jiang Niannian fought to steady her voice.
“Tell me the truth. Why did you kill her?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, in a flash, he appeared before Jiang Niannian and pulled her into his embrace.
He whispered, “Master, do you trust her, or do you trust me?”
“Why did you kill her?!”
Jiang Niannian tilted her head to look up at him.
“Are you going to kill me too?!”
Yin Buqi spoke softly, “I love you too much to ever harm you.”
His voice was gentle, carrying a deep soothing intent, but it did nothing to quell the fear in Jiang Niannian’s heart.
Because from his body, beneath the scent of his fragrance, emanated the heavy stench of blood.
He continued, “Master should just stay obediently by my side. Don’t think of running again. I know you care about all beings—but if you disobey me, I’ll slaughter the entire world. Let’s see who’s faster—you saving them, or me killing them.”
Jiang Niannian shoved him away in fury.
“You’re threatening me?!”
“What else?”
Yin Buqi’s eyes tinged red.
He was clearly ruthless, yet his expression carried an inexplicable sorrow.
“If I don’t threaten you, would you stay with me willingly?”
“Don’t think I’m bluffing, Master. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
Then he added, “Master, I love you to death.”
His tone was crazed, his gaze terrifyingly tender.
Such intoxicating words.
Jiang Niannian could only let out a bitter smile.
A hundred years.
She had waited in vain.
She had not waited for her disciple to return—only for a madman.
Yet the pain in her heart had never been worse.
