After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 141
Chapter 141: Past Events (17) – Deadlock
Jiang Niannian admitted she had fallen.
Yin Buqi’s love was too obsessive, too mad.
Even if she was the Heavenly Dao itself, he could still break through the walls of her heart and drag her down from her lofty divine pedestal.
Suddenly, Jiang Niannian’s entire body trembled violently.
A sharp, wrenching pain erupted from the depths of her heart, an agony unlike anything she had ever felt before.
It spread uncontrollably through her entire being, making her shudder as a cold sweat dampened her palms.
“Master, what’s wrong?!”
Jiang Niannian spoke urgently, “My spiritual form is unstable—something must have happened to the Immortal Tree of Kunlun. Go to Kunlun Mountain and check on it for me.”
Yin Buqi’s expression flickered with panic.
“Alright, I’ll go at once!”
“Wait… first, unlock the shackles and remove the barrier on this cage.”
“Master…”
“Yin Buqi!”
Jiang Niannian’s heart grew colder and colder, a chill that seeped into her very bones.
Even at a time like this, was he still intent on imprisoning her?!
Seeing her expression turn icy, Yin Buqi felt a sharp pain in his own chest.
He feared that this was a trick to send him away so she could escape.
But her expression of pain didn’t seem feigned.
He couldn’t bear to let her go, but even more than that, he couldn’t bear to see her suffer.
Unknowingly, he had already reached the point where he couldn’t stand for her to endure even the slightest hardship.
Like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, Yin Buqi radiated a chilling, violent aura.
But in the end, he relented and removed her shackles and the iron cage.
Before Jiang Niannian could speak, he cupped her chin in his hand.
He leaned down and kissed her lips.
He was like a prisoner finally granted freedom, greedily drinking in her fragrance.
No matter how much he kissed, it never seemed enough.
His lips lingered on hers, tracing, grinding, tasting.
A steady flow of gentle, soothing spiritual energy poured from him into her, trying to ease her pain.
“Master, when I return, we shall marry.”
With those words, Yin Buqi stepped out of the hall.
His expression instantly hardened, the carefree air around him vanishing in an instant.
Without hesitation, he rode the wind straight toward Kunlun Mountain.
Jiang Niannian clenched her hands.
A deep pain spread through her entire body.
In her current weakened state, the Immortal Tree of Kunlun must have encountered some calamity.
But there was a barrier atop Kunlun Mountain—aside from her divine power, no one else could enter.
A sudden thought struck her, sending a chill through her heart—her clone.
But hadn’t Yin Buqi already killed it?
Struggling to her feet, she glanced at the tattered gauze dress Yin Buqi had torn apart earlier.
Then, averting her gaze, she conjured a flowing white robe before stepping outside.
“Prepare to die!”
She had barely walked a few steps when a cold voice rang out behind her.
Jiang Niannian’s consciousness was already growing faint, but she swiftly raised her head—only to see countless wind blades descending upon her like a violent storm, aiming to tear her apart!
She forced herself to keep her eyes open, and in the final instant before the blades could pierce her body, she summoned a surge of power into her palm.
With a wave of her hand, a burst of divine light spread outward, forming a barrier that deflected the deadly storm.
But her strength was waning.
A single, razor-sharp blade, infused with surging demonic energy, tore through the barrier and plunged into her left shoulder!
In an instant, the world spun.
Jiang Niannian’s vision blurred, and the suppressed pain in her chest surged back with unbearable force.
“Ugh!”
Throwing her head back, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, which sprayed into the air.
From within the swirling black mist, a figure emerged, smiling.
“Main God, long time no see. How has it been, living as a captive, treated as nothing more than a forbidden prize?”
Jiang Niannian wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at her attacker.
“You were supposed to be dead.”
“I hadn’t yet replaced you as the one and only Heavenly Dao. How could I die so easily?” Tang Murou laughed.
“That day, just before my death, I pulled my soul free and hid it within the Immortal Tree of Kunlun. Since we were originally one, the tree naturally accepted me, allowing me to evade Yin Buqi’s detection and survive.”
Jiang Niannian’s expression darkened as she glanced at the demonic energy coiling around her shoulder.
“You’ve fallen to the demonic path?”
“That’s right,” Tang Murou replied.
“After absorbing the power of the Immortal Tree, I shattered the barrier around Kunlun Mountain. Then, under the name of the Heavenly Dao, I proclaimed to the world that the Immortal Tree was an evil tree. Upon hearing that, the mortals rushed to Kunlun overnight and cut it down. Isn’t it laughable?”
“The fall of the Immortal Tree affects you as well,” Jiang Niannian stated.
“That’s true,” Tang Murou admitted.
“But the effects on you are clearly far worse. Besides, I’ve already pledged allegiance to the Demon Clan. Knowing that I was coming to kill you, they let me absorb a great deal of demonic power.”
She gazed at Jiang Niannian.
Even in her current disheveled state, she still possessed an ethereal grace, standing high above like a celestial being untouched by the mortal world.
Tang Murou hated her for it.
They were born from the same origin—why must she always be the lesser one?
Jiang Niannian looked at her, neither sad nor joyful.
“A mere clone dares to dream of replacing the original. Ridiculous.”
Tang Murou’s eyes turned vicious.
She unleashed a powerful strike against Jiang Niannian.
Jiang Niannian raised a hand to counter, but without the Immortal Tree’s power, she was losing her strength.
Another mouthful of blood spilled from her lips.
Shaking her head, she spoke with quiet finality.
“Your heart is corrupt, your greed insatiable. In the end, your fate is written in four words.”
She paused, then added, “Self-inflicted destruction.”
Her words, sharp as knives, stabbed into Tang Murou’s heart.
“You dare mock me even in death?!”
Tang Murou roared, unleashing a storm of demonic energy against her.
Jiang Niannian’s eyes were as calm as water.
Their power clashed fiercely, creating powerful shockwaves.
Tang Murou’s attacks were relentless, unpredictable, and deadly.
Up in the clouds, Jiang Niannian tried to summon another spell, but a sudden pain wracked her heart, spreading through her entire body.
A realization dawned upon her—her time had come.
In the next instant, her strength failed.
Tang Murou seized her by the throat and hurled her off the Fallen Immortal Platform.
Thunderclouds gathered above.
A killing formation, long prepared, was set in motion.
From above, Tang Murou looked down at her, eyes filled with both fury and joy.
“I will ensure you never rise again. I am the only Heavenly Dao!”
“Master!!”
A frantic cry echoed through the skies.
Yin Buqi arrived just in time to see Jiang Niannian coughing up blood as she plummeted.
His eyes burned with rage.
Tang Murou’s expression twisted in panic.
“Damn it! He’s back too soon!”
“Get lost!!”
A surge of blood energy exploded in the air, hurling Tang Murou away.
The blood energy condensed into a sword and, with unstoppable force, impaled Tang Murou through the chest.
“No!!! I refuse! I refuse—!”
Tang Murou’s screams were cut short as she fell into the killing formation below.
The thunderous judgment of the Fallen Immortal Platform obliterated her utterly, proving Jiang Niannian’s words true.
Self-inflicted destruction.
