After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 82
Chapter 82: The Original Female Protagonist Continues Stirring Trouble
Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
Wen Shili turned to face the densely packed crowd, his face growing even colder, so dark it became almost frightening.
Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Liu Xichuan! You’re truly something else!”
Jiang Niannian found the name somewhat familiar.
After a brief thought, she remembered—Liu Xichuan should be the new sect master of Rimuli.
Hearing this, Liu Xichuan straightened his posture and declared, “Wen Shili, using the lives of tens of thousands of innocents to nourish the withered South Sea Merman Wood is a crime beyond forgiveness. You are hereby executed on the spot!”
“Jiang Ziyou, colluding with the criminal Wen Shili—executed on the spot!”
“Yin Buqi, being a Nether Evil Resentment Seed, must be taken back to the sect for trial!”
“As for the other two, failing to report what they knew—they are to be taken back to await further punishment!”
“Today, no one leaves!”
Liu Xichuan’s tone brooked no argument as he laid out one charge after another.
As he spoke, the disciples of the four great immortal sects had already drawn their swords, pointing them at Jiang Niannian’s group.
Nearby, a few flatterers chimed in, “We’ve long heard of Sect Master Liu’s reverence for Wen Shili. Yet, when faced with personal ties and the greater good, Sect Master Liu resolutely chose to execute Wen Shili to uphold justice for the world. Truly, a noble and righteous act!”
The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with the promise of violence.
It was clear Jiang Niannian’s group stood no chance in a fight.
Of course, they couldn’t win…
Who could?
Even Wen Shili, currently the most powerful cultivator in the human realm, stood no chance against this many people in a head-on confrontation.
If a fight broke out, both sides would suffer severe losses.
“Wait!”
Jiang Niannian shouted.
“You say Yin Buqi is a Nether Evil Resentment Seed—empty words alone won’t suffice. Do you have any proof?!”
“Proof? Of course I have.”
Liu Xichuan clapped his hands.
From the crowd emerged a delicate woman in a white and green dress, her demeanor soft and frail—it was Tang Murou.
The moment Jiang Niannian saw her, her temple veins twitched twice in exasperation.
Damn it, why does this woman keep haunting us like a ghost?
Yin Ci’s face contorted with rage as soon as he spotted her, his expression turning menacing.
“It’s you again! Why are you like a piece of sticky candy, impossible to shake off? Wherever trouble brews, there you are!”
Tang Murou appeared startled and clung tightly to Tang Xuanye’s sleeve, shrinking behind him with a pitiful tone.
“Brother… I’m scared…”
Tang Xuanye patted her hand reassuringly.
“Rou’er, don’t be afraid. Just tell them what you know. I’ll handle everything.”
The atmosphere between them felt oddly intimate, far from what normal siblings would share.
A sneer curled at the corners of Yin Buqi’s lips.
Anyone afflicted by Yuchun Powder would die within an hour unless they consummated with a man.
It seemed the two of them had already gone through consummation.
“I have the power of precognitive dreams… This has already been verified by the sect masters and peak masters before our arrival,” Tang Murou said, lowering her eyelashes to conceal a glint of malice in her eyes.
She thought to herself, “Yin Buqi, I gave you a chance. Since you refused it, don’t blame me for this.”
She continued, “In my dream, I saw that one day, the Nether Evil Resentment Seed would awaken within someone bearing the Spider Lily flower mark. When that happens, the human realm will be bathed in blood.”
Turning to Jiang Niannian, Tang Murou asked, “Miss Jiang, you saw that mark too, didn’t you?”
“You, you shut up already!”
Yin Ci, red-faced with fury, raised his sword to charge forward but was stopped by Jiang Niannian.
Jiang Niannian said gravely, “I didn’t see anything.”
She knew better than anyone whether Yin Buqi bore such a mark, but she chose not to reveal the truth.
Jiang Niannian continued, “Condemning someone as a Nether Evil Resentment Seed based on a mere mark—don’t you think that’s absurd? Aren’t you afraid of harming the innocent?”
Liu Xichuan ignored her and instead turned to Yin Buqi.
“Yin Buqi, you refuse to undress—is it because Tang Murou’s accusation hit the mark?”
Yin Buqi responded icily, “My body is not for just anyone to see.”
There was no pretense in his demeanor, yet the chill and indifference in his eyes were palpable to everyone.
“You!”
Liu Xichuan’s expression darkened slightly before he plastered on a malicious smile befitting someone in power.
“For the sake of the human realm, the Nether Evil Resentment Seed must be eradicated. Better to kill mistakenly than to let one escape! Everyone, do you agree with my view?”
Many echoed his sentiment:
“Sect Master Liu is right.”
“That’s how it should be.”
“We agree.”
“I don’t agree!”
A thunderous roar interrupted, disorienting many cultivators with its sheer volume.
It was the Lion’s Roar Technique!
A towering man wielding a Qiankun Halberd stepped forward, radiating an imposing presence.
“Big Brother…”
Jiang Niannian murmured, her heart sinking.
She had hoped Ji Yufeng wouldn’t intervene at this moment.
Liu Xichuan was clearly a schemer.
If Ji Yufeng were labeled as colluding with them, he’d also be dragged into trouble.
Liu Xichuan accused, “Ji Yufeng, what are you doing? Are you aligning yourself with them?”
As expected.
“Aligning myself? You can shove that nonsense!” Ji Yufeng laughed loudly, the sound echoing to the heavens.
Suddenly, his laughter ceased, and he said coldly, “You claim to kill innocents for the Nether Evil Resentment Seed’s sake. How are you any different from Wen Shili?”
Liu Xichuan, hands behind his back, replied, “Wen Shili acted out of selfish desires, whereas I act for the human realm.”
“Bah, such sophistry!” Ji Yufeng retorted.
“If it weren’t for Wen Shili’s support back then, would you even be sect master today?”
With a disdainful look, Ji Yufeng added, “True Monarch Qinghe had sharp eyes yet failed to see your true nature, allowing a villain like you to rise. Liu Xichuan, do you really think no one knows about the shady things you’ve done in secret?”
“What shady things?”
“Sect Master Liu, could it be that you’re just like Wen Shili…”
“Don’t listen to his nonsense!” Liu Xichuan’s refined and graceful facade cracked, his expression turning grim.
Using his spiritual consciousness, he threatened Ji Yufeng, “You really think I’m unprepared? If you don’t want anything to happen to your wife and children, you’d better stay out of this!”
With that, he discreetly pulled out a longevity locket from his sleeve and shook it in front of Ji Yufeng.
It was the item worn around his child Cang’er’s neck.
“You!”
Ji Yufeng, a rough man, couldn’t hold back his anger.
“You despicable bastard, you’ve set me up!”
“What has Sect Master Liu done? True Monarch Nanhua, you might as well tell us!”
“Exactly.”
Veins bulged on Ji Yufeng’s forehead, but he remained silent, letting out a furious roar instead: “I, Ji Yufeng, have lived an honest and upright life, only to be brought down by a scumbag like you!”
He bellowed again, snapping his Qiankun Halberd in half.
Jiang Niannian’s eyes widened.
“Big Brother!”
Ji Yufeng glanced at her for half a second before letting out a hearty laugh.
“Good child, if you live on, don’t follow in your big brother’s footsteps!”
As he walked away, his figure appeared somewhat dejected.
“Hey, why did he just leave?”
“Forget about him. I’ve disliked Ji Yufeng’s arrogance for a long time!”
“True Monarch Nanhua is absolutely right.”
Yin Ci glared at Liu Xichuan.
“Liu Xichuan, you used to bow and scrape in front of me when you were an unknown minor peak master. Now you’ve become quite arrogant.”
Liu Xichuan, unperturbed, merely smiled.
“Yin Ci, have you forgotten? Your mother is still in the sect waiting for you to return. If you cut ties with them, I will magnanimously overlook your offenses and even take you in as my adopted son. Then, you’ll once again be the esteemed Young Master Yin, one in a million.”
His words were both a veiled threat and a clever maneuver.
If Yin Ci refused, he’d be accused of collusion.
If he agreed, Liu Xichuan would gain a convenient adopted son, elevating his status.
Yin Ci, breathing heavily, suddenly calmed himself and said, “Fine, I’ll agree. I’ll sever ties with them and return to the sect with you.”
