lerbook Chapter 1130 - 611: How Much Is It Worth?
Chapter 1130 - 611: How Much Is It Worth?
From behind came the sound of Yu Yingnan’s suppressed sobbing. She cried her heart out over her master’s corpse, unable to comprehend why this cold, black-clad man killed her master and senior sister, threatened to annihilate the whole Jiuxiao Sect, and yet spared her life alone.
With hatred filling her eyes, Jianshui dared not sob aloud, fearing this group of monsters might change their mind.
Changtian didn’t spare her a glance. Even if he saw the hatred in her eyes, he wouldn’t care.
Qingluan cautiously followed for a while before gathering the courage to softly ask, "My lord, Qi Zai and Jiu Mo...?"
Changtian seemed unperturbed and replied, "They were seriously injured, so I brought them into the God Demon Prison."
If that girl were still alive, seeing him slaughter entire clans at the drop of a hat, she would probably soften again, wouldn’t she?
He had never been one to distinguish clearly between gratitude and grudges, so what if innocents get involved? She was always such a gentle and kind soul, but in the end, wasn’t she also killed by this group? Wasn’t she innocent? When they attacked, how could they be so ruthless?
If someone offends me, I will repay them tenfold!
Changtian lowered his eyelids, concealing the overwhelming killing aura within. The Nanming Lihuo Sword would not be stained with blood, only he knew how many he had just slain.
Why hasn’t his pain lessened in the slightest? It’s not enough, not enough. The hollow in his heart continued to widen, calling him to fill it with more lives and blood.
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Elder Bian, having operated for many years, accumulated a sizable estate in the Inner City. His residence had artificial hills and streams, small bridges over flowing water; even murmuring swallows and singing cicadas in summer. The Array, which operated continuously for 24 hours, made the luxurious courtyard perpetually spring-like, a tapestry of beauty.
When Changtian entered, he was sitting in the study, drinking alone, as if no one else existed.
Upon seeing him, Elder Bian paused slightly, then raised his cup in greeting, "You’re here." This was a statement, not a question.
On the table, there was also an empty wine cup carved from white jade, adorned with dragons and phoenixes.
Changtian did not take up the cup; he merely looked Elder Bian up and down, disdaining, "You’re merely an avatar of Yin Jiu You, yet you think you’re qualified to offer me a toast? Where is he, has he already fled?" In Heavenly Residence, Elder Bian was Steward Wu’s superior, but in reality, Yin Jiu You possessed Steward Wu’s body, and Elder Bian was merely one of his avatars.
The real culprit was naturally Yin Jiu You, but given what he knew about the guy, catching him wouldn’t be easy, so he first dealt with accomplices like Jin Wuhuan and Fairy Han Qiong before settling the score with Yin Jiu You.
This matter, indeed, wasn’t easy to handle. But no worries, the more complicated the process of revenge, the sweeter the harvest. He had lived this long, lacking nothing but patience.
These words were like a resounding slap to Elder Bian’s face, his jaw clenched instantly, and after a while, he said, "My true self has already left Central Capital, he has some words for me to convey to you."
Yin Jiu You had indeed fled. He was always like this, wanting to withdraw completely at the first sign of trouble. "Oh? He slipped away himself, leaving you the avatar as the scapegoat?" Changtian said coldly, "Go on, once you finish, I’ll send you on your way; your true self will soon join you."
"In this game, your little pet turned the tables at the last moment, so count it as your win, but I haven’t lost either," Elder Bian said word by word.
Changtian’s fingers tightened around the sword hilt immediately. A game? His beloved woman died on the road to snatch the sword, and Yin Jiu You dared to call this a game? No, he must let this son of a bitch know what a real game is: when his Divine Soul is extracted and roasted for a thousand years over the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Fire, then it’s worthy of being called a ’game’!
A severe killing aura seeped out, immediately lowering the room’s temperature. Elder Bian displayed a "I’ve foreseen this" expression and hastily continued, "Things have two sides. Though you were imprisoned in the God Demon Prison for over thirty thousand years, did you not avoid countless calamities? Exceedingly few ancient figures remain alive today. You and I were once as close as siblings; the present Southern Continent is the perfect opportunity for us to make our mark—why not let bygones be bygones, and take the chance to jointly advance to the True God Realm?"
Fury boiled in Changtian’s heart, yet his face remained as calm as still water: "Is Yin Jiu You’s new skill to tell cold jokes?"