After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 83
Chapter 83: This Young Master Will Always Be Unrivaled in the World
One of the peak masters of the Shuiyun Sect chuckled, “That Sect Master Liu certainly has a knack for scheming.”
Yin Ci replied, “I’m no fool; why make things hard for myself? Why not live as a proper young master? I’ve had enough of coarse tea and plain meals along the way.”
“I never had much to do with them anyway—just got dragged into this mess.”
Coalball tilted its head in confusion.
“Awooo?”
Jiang Ziyou looked equally puzzled.
“Yin Ci…”
Jiang Niannian struggled to believe that Yin Ci would abandon them so callously.
Hearing this, Yin Buqi let out a faint snort, disdaining further explanation.
He merely watched Yin Ci walking toward Liu Xichuan, his gaze growing colder by the second.
“A wise man submits to circumstances; a promising child indeed,” Liu Xichuan said, patting Yin Ci on the shoulder with a sly grin.
However, no one anticipated what happened next.
In an instant, Yin Ci pulled a long, slender silver needle from his black hair.
With swift precision, he stabbed it into Liu Xichuan’s right eye without hesitation.
He roared, “To hell with your ‘one in ten thousand’! This young master will always be unrivaled in this world!”
The sudden turn of events left Liu Xichuan utterly unprepared.
With a burst of spiritual energy, he struck Yin Ci, sending him flying to the ground.
Yin Ci coughed up blood.
Liu Xichuan screamed in agony, while those beside him rushed to support him.
“Ha! One-eyed ugly freak!”
Yin Ci taunted, trembling as he propped himself up on the ground.
He was panting heavily, yet laughing all the same.
“Since you refuse the wine of courtesy, you’ll drink the punishment wine. As you all have witnessed, these people are hopelessly stubborn. Today, they must die!”
Clutching his bleeding eye, Liu Xichuan glared venomously at them, his voice filled with malevolence: “Expose their corpses to the streets, let the wind and sun torment them, and subject them to the ridicule of thousands!”
The inevitable battle erupted instantly.
Swords were drawn as everyone charged forward, attacking Jiang Niannian and her companions.
As a sword swung toward Yin Ci, Jiang Niannian quickly formed a seal.
Several vines burst from the ground, coiling around Yin Ci’s waist and pulling him back several meters to avoid the strike.
Drawing the jade-green sword at her waist, Jiang Niannian thrust it into the chest of her attacker.
“Niannian, watch out!”
Yin Buqi stood amidst the wind and snow, raising his hand.
With a reverse grip, he drew a crimson black-iron sword from the void.
When he swung it down, the sword light flashed like lightning, dazzlingly bright.
In one stroke, he severed a man attacking Jiang Niannian in two at the waist.
Blood sprayed out, staining the snow.
A few scalding drops of blood splattered onto his pale face, blooming like crimson flowers—both vivid and eerie.
“Ziyou, don’t be afraid. Your master will protect you,” Wen Shili reassured, shielding Jiang Ziyou as they stepped back.
“Wen Shili, today you will fall at my hand!”
Liu Xichuan’s eyes blazed with madness.
Ignoring his injured eye, he swung his sword at Wen Shili.
Wen Shili blocked the strike with his own blade, momentarily surprised.
It turned out Liu Xichuan had been concealing his true strength all along.
His cultivation was nearing the late-stage Mahayana level.
In an instant, the clash of swords filled the air, their brilliance and shadows overwhelming.
Even the falling snow seemed to shudder before their titanic battle.
Jiang Ziyou was not idle either; he unsheathed his Feiying Liuyun Sword and joined the fray.
Liu Xichuan sneered, “Wen Shili, I used to admire you.”
Wen Shili regarded him coldly, saying nothing.
“I trained relentlessly, hoping to surpass you and become the foremost swordmaster under the heavens.”
“But no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch up to you.”
“You were too dazzling. Gradually, that brilliance became an eyesore. Why can you, but not me?”
“Then I realized, to replace you, I must destroy you!”
The fervent admiration he once held turned into bitter resentment, an all-consuming desire to annihilate the one he could never surpass.
Blood mingled with snow as it splattered onto Liu Xichuan’s face.
He targeted Jiang Ziyou, each strike meant to be fatal.
Wen Shili, meanwhile, did everything he could to steer the battle away from Jiang Ziyou, all while fending off the occasional ambush from other cultivators.
Though Wen Shili’s cultivation was superior, he found himself steadily pushed back.
Liu Xichuan’s voice twisted with derision: “Your invincibility lies in cultivating the Dao of Ruthless—unattached and unburdened. But now, you have attachments and weaknesses, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
“Thanks to your precious disciple, I discovered your Achilles’ heel, Wen Shili!”
In this world, good and evil are often difficult to distinguish.
Even the Heavenly Dao has its cycles of retribution.
Wen Shili knew that his hands were already stained with blood, and there was no turning back.
How ironic, that one must trample over streams of blood and piles of bones to ascend, to stand above all.
“To protect all beings is my Dao.
To protect Ziyou is my wish.”
As Wen Shili spoke, his spiritual energy surged.
In one strike, he shattered Liu Xichuan’s sword.
Reeling from the sword energy, Liu Xichuan stumbled back several steps, coughing up blood.
At that moment, Wen Shili heard Jiang Ziyou’s cry of alarm.
“Master!”
A sword pierced through Wen Shili’s chest.
He had been ambushed.
The sound of flesh and bone tearing apart echoed through his body.
Unable to stand, he fell to his knees.
Blood dripped from his white robes, pooling on the ground.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha… Wen Shili, I left myself open on purpose! How does it feel, huh? You never expected this day, did you? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—”
Liu Xichuan laughed maniacally.
Then, wielding his broken sword, he drove it into Wen Shili’s chest—once, twice, thrice…
It became impossible to count.
“Spare…”
“What’s that? What did you say?” Liu Xichuan mocked.
“Spare… Ziyou… He knows… nothing…”
“It’s all… my fault…”
Liu Xichuan was about to respond when he noticed a figure approaching.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, he sneered, “Your precious disciple is here. Since you’re about to die, I’ll be generous and let the two of you have a little chat, huh? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—”
Jiang Ziyou fought his way through the surrounding cultivators, rushing toward his master.
“Master… Master…”
“Master, I won’t leave anymore. I’ll stay by your side, always!”
Jiang Ziyou looked at Wen Shili, whose body was riddled with countless sword wounds, his chest mangled beyond recognition.
Tears fell uncontrollably, scalding his hands.
Jiang Ziyou wept.
Wen Shili felt light, like a cloud on the verge of dissipating.
“Ziyou… I never intended… to leave here alive…”
Wen Shili summoned his remaining strength, placing a bloodied finger on Jiang Ziyou’s forehead.
“The life I owed you… I return it now…”
“Master!”
Jiang Ziyou cried, struggling desperately.
“No!!”
But Wen Shili’s blood essence had already flowed into Jiang Ziyou’s body.
The world darkened before Jiang Ziyou’s eyes, tears falling like broken pearls.
A hundred years ago, Wen Shili had stolen Jiang Ziyou’s blood essence to extend his life.
A hundred years later, in the same scene, he returned it to his disciple.
He had been wrong.
Jiang Ziyou was no longer just a spare vessel in his heart.
As Wen Shili gazed at him, his face—once pale and composed—was now drenched in blood, yet he smiled with a rare tenderness.
“As your master… I’ve always… protected… you…”
“Master! Master, look at me! Master… I was wrong, I won’t go anywhere anymore…”
Wen Shili lay lifeless in Jiang Ziyou’s arms.
The jade bangle on Jiang Ziyou’s wrist shattered instantly, dissolving into dust.
Perhaps all of Wen Shili’s achievements would be erased, his legacy forever marked by infamy.
An evil name for eternity, with no debts left unpaid in life or death.
But for Jiang Ziyou and Wen Shili, it no longer mattered.
“Such touching devotion between master and disciple.”
Liu Xichuan clapped mockingly.
Then, snatching a sword from a nearby cultivator, he said, “Why not send you down to accompany him? That way, you won’t be lonely on the road to the afterlife.”
