☆ Chapter 61 Singles' Day Update

Seeing Shen Qingqiu half-drag and half-carry Luo Binghe away, the old palace master cried out "Ah ah" in his throat. Because of the urgency, he fell off the cart. His limbless body twisted and turned with difficulty among the flowers and plants on the ground, crawling forward step by step, looking both terrifying and pitiful.

The old palace master murmured, "Don't go...don't go...don't go..." Shen Qingqiu's feet slid faster and faster. Unexpectedly, the old palace master suddenly opened his eyes wide and roared from his throat.

He actually risked his life to attack!

Shen Qingqiu was no longer able to tell whether he didn't want them to leave or didn't want Luo Binghe to live. He barely managed to block once with his cracked sword scabbard, the shock affecting his right hand and causing a budding blood sprout, the pain excruciating, yet he still hadn't thrown Luo Binghe away. In the intense pain, his blood surged, and he suddenly glared at the old palace master, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The old palace master had just roared once, and many more granulation tissues burst through his skin, some even extending from the corners of his eyes. He seemed to feel no pain anymore, laughing wildly, rolling on the ground like a piece of pork, until he reached Qiu Haitang's side and shouted in her ear, "Aren't you going to kill Shen Qingqiu? He's right in front of you, what are you sleeping for?! Get up, kill him! Kill them all!"

He's really gone mad!

Qiu Haitang was slowly awakened by the shout. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was an old face covered in withered orange peel, crawling with strange growths and riddled with bloody holes. She was instantly terrified, screaming hysterically and wildly slashing at the air with her sword. Shen Qingqiu, fearing she might misuse her spiritual power and draw the seed of love onto herself, shouted, "Calm down!"

The old palace master yelled, "Quick! Quick! Haven't you been begging me for help? He's about to collapse, act fast!"

When Qiu Haitang saw Shen Qingqiu, she seemed to come back to her senses a little, her hands trembling and her eyes staring blankly.

To be fair, Shen Qingqiu didn't harbor any hatred towards this woman; in fact, she was the one who had suffered the most at the hands of the original woman. But if she insisted on blocking his way, he had no choice but to take action.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Haitang did not rush forward without asking any questions as usual. Instead, she stared blankly at Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe in his arms. Instead of moving forward, she took a few steps back.

Her lips trembled: "No way...no way...it's fake! It's all fake! It's not my brother. It's not my brother!"

What happened?

She cried and screamed, "I didn't do anything! Why should I suffer for so many years?!"

Shen Qingqiu was stunned. Qiu Haitang had only been unconscious for a short while, but when she woke up, she seemed like a completely different person. Or rather, it was as if she had seen something unacceptable and gone mad with fright.

Shen Qingqiu sensed something was amiss and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

The old palace master shouted, "What are you waiting for?!"

Qiu Haitang lost her mind, clutching her head and screaming at Shen Qingqiu, "Why don't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?!"

Shen Qingqiu was completely bewildered by the call, and Qiu Haitang made a hasty retreat. He called after her, "Hey!"

Running around in the sacred shrine is a death sentence!

But she had already run far away, and there was no time to chase after her. Shen Qingqiu silently wished her well and continued on his way.

Seeing her run far away, the old palace master's last glimmer of hope vanished. He lay there blankly, then suddenly buried his head in a blade of grass, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. As he laughed, the fleshy buds on his head grew thicker and faster, instantly covering his entire head. Soon after, he could no longer laugh; Shen Qingqiu seemed to hear a strange sound as his skull and brain were compressed. The old palace master gasped for breath, then slammed his head heavily to the ground, unable to lift it again.

It is truly lamentable that such a powerful sect leader died in such a tragic and gruesome manner.

Shen Qingqiu hadn't taken more than a few steps when a hazy voice sounded in his ear, seemingly coming from all directions. Tianlangjun's voice was tinged with laughter: "Peak Master Shen is truly adept at playing hide-and-seek. Why don't you guess when we'll meet again?"

Shen Qingqiu touched his leg and felt a foreign object in his hand; cold sweat poured down his forehead. The threads of passion had already grown along his veins down his leg.

Tianlangjun then transmitted his voice again: "Are you heading east in an attempt to return to the entrance of the boundary and escape from the Holy Mausoleum?"

This guy actually knew his location. Shen Qingqiu was secretly alarmed and looked down at his legs.

Once the love threads on his legs take root, he won't be able to leave even if he wanted to. He gritted his teeth, glanced at Luo Binghe, steeled his heart, tore open the hem, grabbed a bloody bud, and ripped it off fiercely!

His mind seemed to go blank for several seconds. It felt as if a piece of flesh had been torn away.

Shen Qingqiu gasped for breath several times before gradually regaining consciousness, only to realize that the sound of his breathing was very much like sobbing.

He can't even wipe his face now. There's no way. It really... hurts so much!

Although blood was flowing like a river, at least he could walk. He had thought Luo Binghe looked miserable just now, but who would have thought that his current appearance was truly utterly wretched.

Tianlang-jun knows his location and is definitely on his way. If he continues east with Luo Binghe, they'll inevitably run into his two close relatives. Damn it, the old palace master is a real jerk! He's dragged this place down like this!

Shen Qingqiu left the tomb, which resembled a wild forest, and passed through several burial chambers. He quickly went in and picked up a relatively clean and comfortable stone coffin, carefully placing Luo Binghe's head inside. He touched Luo Binghe's forehead with the back of his hand; it was still burning hot, but the mark between his brows had become even brighter and redder.

Shen Qingqiu pressed the Heart Demon Sword under Luo Binghe's hand, steadied himself, and then slowly closed the coffin lid.

Tianlang walked ahead at a leisurely pace, with Zhuzhilang following closely behind.

As the stone path turned, Shen Qingqiu, holding the Xiuya Sword, stood in the center of a tomb hall, coldly watching them, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Half of his blue robe was stained crimson, and blood was still dripping down his right hand along the dried marks. His lips were almost as white as his face.

Tianlangjun was surprised: "It's only been a short while since we last met, why has Peak Master Shen become so disheveled?"

Shen Qingqiu looked back at him. He had been swallowed whole by the pillar of lava in the Angry Palace, yet now Tianlang-jun didn't even smell of roasted lingzhi mushrooms. At most, his black clothes were slightly charred at the edges. It was truly outrageous.

Tianlangjun asked, "Where is Peak Master Shen's beloved disciple?"

Shen Qingqiu said, "He's gone out."

Tianlangjun laughed: "Peak Master Shen is still here, how could he possibly go out?"

Shen Qingqiu smiled at him.

After laughing and joking for a while, Tianlang Jun suddenly couldn't laugh anymore. Because he realized that he couldn't take a step.

He looked down. From his feet to his waist, he was covered by a layer of extremely solid crystalline ice, and the layer was still spreading upwards along his body. Takeshiro was in slightly better condition; his legs and one arm were also frozen solid. Only then did he realize how extremely cold the tomb was.

Tianlang Jun paused for a moment and said, "The Mobei Clan."

The guess was spot on. This tomb was indeed built by the ancestor of the Northern Desert Monarch. Their bloodline excels at manipulating ice, and no one in the Demon Realm can rival their ice magic. The tomb behind them is also closely related to ice magic.

Within the sacred mausoleum, every inch of space was usable. He didn't need to lift a finger; there were naturally things that could restrain his enemies. Shen Qingqiu remembered the original novel describing how anything warmer than the air in the mausoleum would freeze instantly, turning into an ice sculpture. After two or three days, it would shatter into ice fragments. Therefore, before entering, he activated his spiritual veins to lower his body temperature to the minimum. Otherwise, he risked being tricked instead of trying to trap others, which was why he appeared pale.

In the blink of an eye, the ice had climbed up to Tianlang Jun's chest. His expression remained unchanged, and his hands were filled with demonic energy, but he couldn't break the ice crystals encasing his fist, achieving little effect. Even if he couldn't be frozen indefinitely, it could at least hold him off for half an hour.

Tianlangjun said, "It seems that it was not an illusion. Peak Master Shen knows almost everything about our clan's forbidden area."

Shen Qingqiu didn't say a word, just waved to them and turned to leave.

Tianlangjun glanced at Zhuzhilang and slowly said, "I've said it before, if you really want to take Peak Master Shen to the Demon Realm, you have to make sure he doesn't cause trouble. You know what to do."

Zhu Zhilang said in a low voice, "...I understand."

Upon hearing these two sentences, Shen Qingqiu felt an extremely bad premonition.

Zhu Zhilang said, "Immortal Master Chen, I'm sorry."

No! Please don't! You should thank me, I'm already in such a terrible state, if you apologize to me, how could I possibly survive!?

Just as she was thinking this, Shen Qingqiu, who was walking normally, suddenly swayed and grabbed the stone wall for support.

Something seemed to be writhing and struggling to surge out of his stomach, flowing into countless veins throughout his body.

This feeling was both familiar and terrifying. Shen Qingqiu almost blurted out "fuck your mother" on the spot.

Blood of the Heavenly Demon.

Luo Binghe is now asleep in his coffin, and the only thing causing trouble inside him can be someone else's blood.

Tianlangjun said, "Peak Master, this shouldn't be your first time drinking this, so why aren't you used to it yet?"

Shen Qingqiu suppressed the urge to gag: "...When did you give me this drink?"

Tianlangjun said, "Peak Master Shen, don't forget, your immortal body has been in our hands for a long time. There are too many things we can do for you."

No wonder it was so easy to determine his direction.

Shen Qingqiu paused for a moment, then continued walking. The more he walked, the more his abdomen cramped, but he didn't slow down; instead, he quickened his pace. This was partly due to his increased pain tolerance, but also because he knew he absolutely couldn't kneel now.

While these two are frozen, there's still a chance to escape. If we wait until they thaw, it'll be much harder to trick them!

Although she was well aware of the risks involved, the faster she walked, the more fiercely the bamboo branch urging her forward became, and Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but turn around and glare at him fiercely.

You promised to repay my kindness, and this is how you let bloodworms lay their eggs and nest in his belly so he can have a happy family reunion?!

Tianlangjun sighed, "To be able to walk so many steps like this, Peak Master Shen's willpower is truly extraordinary. Or should we say that you were willing to risk your life for Luo Binghe?"

Suddenly, Zhuzhilang said, "Your Majesty, I... I can't hold back any longer."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingqiu felt the throbbing pain suddenly dissipate.

Tianlangjun was quite surprised to see him actually running: "Isn't your blood supposed to suppress him?"

Zhu Zhilang was also puzzled, saying, "I could control it before. But this time, I don't know why, I can't control it anymore!"

Shen Qingqiu's ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear or see clearly, but he still knew he had to drag Luo Binghe to the entrance and throw him out. He continued jogging slowly, leaning against the wall. He kicked something and wobbled.

Having endured this for so long, he was nearing his limit and on the verge of collapse when his knees buckled. But instead of kneeling, he was firmly supported by a hand and half-lifted, half-carried up.

Shen Qingqiu felt dizzy and her eyes focused upwards.

In the dark and dim stone path, one could not see the face, but one could see a pair of eyes burning with rage and a mark that shimmered with crimson light.