After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 84
Chapter 84: Blood Sacrifice with the Body, Self-Detonation of the Spiritual Form
Jiang Ziyou closed his eyes, offering no resistance.
To walk hand in hand with his master along the Yellow Springs Road—he would have no regrets in this life.
The falling sword was intercepted by a flying vine branch, and then the despairing Jiang Ziyou heard Jiang Niannian’s urgent and exasperated voice:
“Your master transferred his blood and vital essence to you before his death, hoping you wouldn’t have to rely on forbidden techniques to survive!”
“Didn’t you want to become a great sword master like your master?”
“If it’s not the final moment, what do you think you’re doing giving up your life so easily?”
Jiang Ziyou’s eyes snapped open and looked over.
In her gaze, there was a ripple like a breeze brushing over water, snapping Jiang Ziyou out of his overwhelming grief.
He quickly picked up the sword on the ground and blocked Liu Xichuan’s incoming strike.
The two swords clashed with a sharp clang, their blades sparking briefly upon contact.
The earlier battle with Wen Shili had severely injured Liu Xichuan, and his attacks were noticeably slower.
On top of that, one of his eyes had been blinded by Yin Ci.
Jiang Ziyou countered with a strike that pierced Liu Xichuan’s thigh and then grabbed Wen Shili’s waist, retreating hastily.
“As expected, the kind of master determines the kind of disciple! Everyone, don’t be afraid! Wen Shili is dead—they won’t last much longer!”
Liu Xichuan bellowed furiously, commanding the cultivators to attack with full force.
The cultivators sent by the Four Great Immortal Sects were simply too numerous.
After Wen Shili’s death, more of the cultivators turned their sights on Yin Buqi, the “Nether Evil Resentment Seed.”
His body was already riddled with wounds, yet his red pupils burned with a bloodthirsty ferocity, like those of a demon.
A sudden wind arose, shattering the countless stabbing swords into fragments, which then scattered in all directions.
However, no matter how strong a person is, they still grow tired, their spiritual energy depletes, and, as the fight dragged on, they all began to falter.
Exhaustion took over, and everyone sustained injuries of varying degrees.
Even their once flawless sword techniques started showing flaws.
They could only rely on the sharp instincts honed over years of danger to dodge the thunderous strikes aimed at them.
Each person was barely managing to survive.
As night approached, the cold grew even sharper.
Jiang Niannian raised her hand, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with reddened eyes.
Was this really the end?
Would they die here today?
And yet.
Even if there was no hope left, she would stay by Yin Buqi’s side.
Until the very last moment, she would not resign herself to fate!
Yin Buqi turned his head and caught sight of Jiang Niannian, her body covered in blood and grime.
He froze slightly.
Fragments of conversations from the Huashu River and Tang Murou’s words echoed in his mind…
“Those chosen by the Nether Evil Resentment Seed will bring calamity to their kin, death to all around them. A mortal’s destiny cannot bear the weight of a star of misfortune like you!”
Could it be true?
Was he really the Nether Evil Resentment Seed?
Would he end up killing Niannian?
An unexplainable sense of urgency welled up within Yin Buqi.
He feared that before he could do anything, the things he wanted most in this life, the person he cherished most, would vanish in the blink of an eye.
In his moment of distraction, a sword slashed into Yin Buqi’s right arm, snapping him back to reality.
His pupils contracted sharply.
He saw behind Jiang Niannian a woman cautiously approaching, gripping a short sword with hatred in her eyes.
“It’s all your fault!”
“Niannian!”
In less than a second, the razor-sharp, poison-coated short sword plunged unerringly into a young and strong body.
Jiang Niannian froze.
Yin Buqi froze.
Even Coalball and Jiang Ziyou froze upon noticing this scene.
Yin Ci staggered, blood spurting from his chest, splattering onto Jiang Niannian’s face.
The warmth of the blood felt cold to her.
“Yin Ci!!!”
“Awwooo!!!”
Tang Murou, standing aside, stared at her bloodstained hands in shock.
Trembling, she shook her head, unable to believe the scene unfolding before her.
She had only been afraid that Jiang Niannian would take everything from her, as her precognative dreams had foretold.
Ever since Jiang Niannian’s arrival, she had lost more and more… She hadn’t intended to kill Yin Ci.
“I… I wasn’t trying to kill you… I was going to kill Jiang Nian…”
Her words stopped abruptly as a pale hand suddenly thrust through her body, cold and swift.
She lowered her head.
Though her white-green dress bore no bloodstains, her abdomen was pierced by long, vein-bulging fingers.
Yin Buqi’s handsome face was smeared with red blood, his jet-black hair streaming in the wind and snow like a demon from hell.
“You deserve to die!”
Fear surged in Tang Murou’s heart, but before it could transform into a scream, she was hurled aside like a rag doll.
Blood gushed from her body like a fountain.
Tang Xuanye caught her.
“Rou Rou!”
He had only taken his eyes off her for a moment, and now his sister had ended up like this!
Yin Ci clenched his teeth and yanked out the short sword.
His youthful, handsome face twisted slightly from the pain.
Jiang Niannian’s tears gushed forth instantly.
“Yin Ci… I… I’m sorry…”
“Sister-in-law, don’t apologize… If something happens to you… my brother… would be heartbroken…”
His bloodied hand rested on Jiang Niannian’s shoulder.
“Sister-in-law… take my brother… and leave…”
Jiang Niannian’s heart sank. “Yin Ci, what are you planning?! Don’t do anything foolish. We might still make it out alive…”
“Sister-in-law, I can’t make it anymore!”
Blood continued to flow from Yin Ci’s abdomen as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Urgently and softly, he said, his voice like a thread:
“If you have the chance… please… save my mother.”
With that, he mustered all his strength and ran toward the approaching cultivators.
In that moment, everyone understood what he was about to do.
“Shit! Get back! He’s going to self-detonate!”
“Move!”
Before the speaker’s words had fully registered, the ground beneath him gave way, and he briefly floated in the air.
Snap—
Something in Jiang Niannian’s mind suddenly snapped.
She opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound.
Yin Buqi’s killing intent surged, just like back in Qinghe Town.
He wanted nothing more than to destroy this place and burn these worthless lives to ashes.
Yin Buqi’s eyes reddened.
“Yin Ci, get back here!”
“Yin Ci, come back!!!”
“Yin—Ci!”
“Awwooo!”
Yin Ci’s eyes turned bloodshot as he roared, “Brother! Go! Go now!!!”
He had everything he wanted since childhood, but his brother had wandered outside for so many years.
With his injuries, there was no way he could make it out alive.
So, he would create a slim chance for the others.
For the sake of the conviction in his heart, he feared not the Yellow Springs Road.
There was just a hint of regret…
“Awwooo—”
Jiang Niannian didn’t linger any longer.
Vines wrapped around the others, and she ran in the opposite direction.
“Blood sacrifice, self-detonation!”
A massive surge of spiritual energy erupted like a tsunami, shaking everyone in the vicinity.
Cultivators within miles were affected.
Some were forced to take steps back, and those with weaker foundations spat blood on the spot, their faces filled with shock.
But such devastating power couldn’t come from a simple physical self-detonation!
This level of destruction required immense resolve, for even the soul had been obliterated.
Hot blood painted the setting sun, while heroism buried itself in the wind.
The ground trembled, snow whirled in the gale, and cracks began to appear on Wuchang Mountain’s surface.
When all fell silent, there was no trace of Jiang Niannian and her companions.
