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Jiang Huali never imagined that she would survive after taking revenge.
In fact, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot by herself against the entire Shen family.
Not to mention that he now has a "burden" by his side.
She saved Changxiao only out of pity for him; besides, she also wanted to find a way to deal with the Shen family from him.
Who knew that this person's spiritual veins were damaged, leaving him with no cultivation. Not only did he lose his luck, but he was also cursed by that bunch of rats from the Shen family.
They only discovered this after they left the frigid summit.
Jiang Huali felt like she was getting more and more unlucky.
Previously, her luck would be better as long as Changxiao was by her side, but since leaving the Extreme Cold Peak, the situation has completely reversed.
After several investigations, it was discovered that Changxiao had been unknowingly cursed with many insidious spells, including a luck-changing spell.
These spells had been lying dormant within him for years, yet now they were all unleashed.
Jiang Huali was approached by her longtime enemies. The Shen family tracked down her whereabouts and sent assassins to kill her. In addition, there was another piece of bad news.
Tianmen Mountain has joined forces with the Shen family.
Perhaps they were all birds of a feather, coveting the fortune of those with the bloodline of the dragon, and... the dragon scales.
They spread the news of the ancient divine dragon's inheritance and dragon scales, directly exposing Jiang Huali and her companion to the public. Countless people with ulterior motives came, wanting to obtain the inheritance and dragon scales and ascend to immortality in one fell swoop.
Zhao Xing, the master of Yunshui Pavilion, temporarily sought to avoid the storm and shut down intelligence trading within the pavilion.
Regardless of good or evil, the allure of ascension is imminent, and many prestigious sects have joined the struggle.
Meanwhile, the Shen family and Tianmen Mountain, as the masterminds behind all this, are waiting to reap the benefits and watch this farce unfold.
Jiang Huali was preoccupied with her own survival, while the evil curse on Chang Xiao continued to flare up, putting his life in grave danger.
But he used some unknown method to suppress the evil curse and forcibly opened his spiritual meridians using a secret technique, and began to cultivate.
Jiang Huali couldn't discern the truth, but she could sense that his lifespan was being greatly depleted.
Just like her.
The claim of the divine dragon inheritance is just a gimmick; what the Shen family truly wants is the dragon scales on Jiang Huali's body.
Changxiao has been trapped for nearly a century, and the Shen family has already stripped him of everything useful. Now he is nothing more than a discarded pawn.
At best, it can be considered a pawn used to lure Jiang Huali.
The traps set by the Shen family were interconnected, and the power of the dragon scales on a sixth-realm cultivator was bound to be different from that of a ninth-realm cultivator.
Jiang Huali's cultivation progressed rapidly after refining the spiritual herb, and the power of the dragon scale also increased day by day. However, no one would be able to find it because she hid it in a place that no one could possibly find.
So even if it's a trap, she wouldn't mind jumping in and improving her cultivation as the Shen family wished.
However, their desire for her power will only lead to their failure.
She never intended to walk away unscathed from the beginning.
A person who is destined to die is often alone.
So, after dealing with yet another group of people who came to kill her and steal her treasure, Jiang Huali wiped the thick, unyielding blood aura from her sword in front of the dilapidated temple where she had taken refuge, and said to Changxiao, who was leaning against the wall inside the temple healing his wounds:
"Stop following me."
Her voice was utterly cold, even when addressing someone who had just fought alongside her and was seriously injured.
In the pitch-black night, amidst the raging wind and rain, she sheathed her sword and stood silently before the temple.
Changxiao was pale from excessive blood loss. He took off the half of his mask and placed it aside. He was stunned.
"What did you say?"
The distance between the two was neither close nor far; it was a distance that Changxiao could see her but could not touch her.
Jiang Huali looked at the half of his face that had been destroyed and said with feigned disgust, "I won't keep someone with ill intentions around me."
Her words were icy, and Changxiao's blood seemed to freeze instantly.
—She knew.
Two days ago, Jiang Huali was seriously injured and unconscious. Chang Xiao treated her wounds and, in the quietest moment of the night, took off his mask and secretly placed a very light kiss on her cheek.
He assumed she hadn't noticed.
“I…” Changxiao was speechless, his throat tight with emotion.
He had the face of a demon and was a useless man, yet he took advantage of others' misfortunes.
It's understandable that she dislikes him and doesn't want to travel with him anymore.
Jiang Huali stopped looking at him, took out a bottle of healing medicine, put it on the ground, and left without looking back.
The rain intensified, and the figures faded into the distance.
Changxiao didn't even have the strength to chase after her. By the time he took the medicine and could barely move, she had already disappeared.
He searched everywhere, but couldn't find a trace of her.
When the next news came, it was that Jiang Huali had broken through to the ninth realm, single-handedly stormed the Hongmen Banquet, killed Shen Kuo, and escaped with serious injuries.
The Shen family and Tianmen Mountain sent people to pursue them, but they were intercepted by Changxiao, who appeared halfway.
After dealing with the pursuers, Changxiao braved the heavy snow and searched the mountain all night. Finally, he found Jiang Huali, who was on the verge of death, in a cave.
He expended his vital energy to heal her wounds, until he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
When Jiang Huali woke up, most of her injuries had healed. Beside her was Chang Xiao, whose face was ashen and who was wearing a half-black mask, resting with his eyes closed.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Changxiao woke up with a start. Seeing that she was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You're awake."
Jiang Huali pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
Changxiao helped her up, checked her condition, and seeing that she was alright, smiled and said, "This place is not safe to stay for long, we must leave quickly."
Despite the fact that the two of them were currently in dire straits, and the Shen family and Tianmen Mountain might catch up at any time, he appeared completely relaxed.
The two left the cave and walked along the mountain path.
This is a barren mountain, and in the winter, heavy snow has accumulated on the road.
Jiang Huali walked ahead without saying a word.
After a long while, she exhaled, turned around, looked at Changxiao, and said:
"sorry."
Changxiao froze, and the two stopped. The snow under their feet soaked their shoes, bringing a chill.
Before he could speak, Jiang Huali suddenly pulled him close, and the two fell onto the snow. She removed his mask and kissed his lips.
The world was vast and cold, but there was only warmth on my lips.
Their breaths lingered on each other.
Changxiao held Jiang Huali's hand, pressed his cheek against hers, and smiled with delight in his eyes. He said, "You don't dislike me."
Jiang Huali got up from the snow, brushed the snow off her body, and walked forward.
After taking two steps, she turned back and reached out to pull Changxiao up.
Changxiao held her hand tightly.
She pursed her lips.
"Fool."
She said.
Jiang Huali's cultivation level soared, but at the cost of her lifespan.
If she were to cultivate normally, she might have to wait an unknown number of years before she had the strength to take revenge.
Relying on external objects to cultivate quickly resulted in an unstable foundation. Not to mention, the spirit herb was too potent, forcibly stimulating her bloodline power to break through her realm, causing great damage to her body.
But everyone dies eventually, and she wasn't afraid.
What she feared was that she would not be able to avenge her enemy before she died, that she would return to the underworld while her enemy was revered and eventually achieved great things, that her deceased clansmen would not be able to rest in peace, and that no one would seek justice for them.
She killed Shen Kuo, and Shen Guiting, along with the Shen family and other powerful families and sects from Tianmen Mountain, surrounded her at the foot of Wushan Mountain.
Jiang Huali was alone with Chang Xiao by her side. They turned their backs to each other and fought off the relentless attacks without stopping.
The sword unleashed its power, piercing through flesh and blood. Warm, indistinguishable blood splattered onto faces, leaving an indelible stench of blood.
The spiritual energy clashed with her meridians, and Jiang Huali, outnumbered, gradually became exhausted. She and Chang Xiao were also gradually separated.
She spat out the blood in her mouth, suddenly smiled, leaped onto her sword, and jumped into the encirclement of the Shen family, her cold sword pointing directly at Shen Guiting.
Shen Guiting was surrounded by many highly skilled subordinates who protected him. His own cultivation was also quite high, so he was not afraid of Jiang Huali's sudden attack.
He gave a fake smile, trying to pretend to be a magnanimous gentleman: "Miss Jiang, if you hand over the dragon scales to me, I can save your life."
"Pah!" Jiang Huali spat blood in his face. "I killed your father, and you still want to protect me. You are a wolf in sheep's clothing, despicable and utterly vile."
Shen Guiting's expression turned cold. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and his smile vanished.
“She’s unyielding,” he waved his hand, instructing his men, “keep her alive, don’t kill her.”
Jiang Huali raised her sword and smiled.
Shen Guiting's expression changed drastically: "Everyone, stand back!"
The sky suddenly darkened, and a fierce wind howled. A spiritual energy storm circle appeared centered on Jiang Huali.
The powerful spiritual energy, carried by the wind, pierced deep into everyone's body.
In an instant, time stopped, and Jiang Huali plunged the sword in her hand into the ground, forming a hand seal.
"Oh no, she's going to self-destruct!"
The besieging cultivators tried to escape, but it was already too late.
Upon witnessing this scene, Changxiao's eyes widened in fury. He flew towards Jiang Huali, but was gently enveloped by a spiritual force halfway there, which stopped him.
Jiang Huali closed her eyes. Within her soul, a golden dragon scale floated above her heart, continuously providing her with surging spiritual power.
She hid the dragon scales within her soul.
A powerful force spread outwards, the world froze, and the cultivators present were blasted away and fell to the ground. The residual force of the self-destruction of their divine souls even turned some cultivators with lower cultivation levels into ashes in an instant.
Shen Guiting stood right in front of Jiang Huali, having suffered the most damage. He lay on the ground, his soul shattered, barely clinging to life. His once handsome face was now covered in blood, devoid of its former radiance.
Jiang Huali, clinging to her last shred of consciousness, drew her sword and walked up to Shen Guiting, then raised her hand and crushed his soul completely.
The rest of the cultivators were either killed or injured, and even those who survived by chance had their spiritual veins severed.
"Bang—"
Jiang Huali's sword fell from her hand and landed on the ground. She could no longer hold on, blood flowed from her seven orifices, and she collapsed to her knees.
Before Changxiao knew it, tears were streaming down his face. The spiritual power that had blocked him had protected him, but now it vanished into the world like a wisp of wind.
It left no trace.
He stumbled to Jiang Huali, knelt down, and embraced her, channeling his pure spiritual energy into her.
The moment Shen Guiting dissipated, all the stolen fortune surged into him like a tide, the damage in his meridians was instantly repaired, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth spontaneously came towards him.
Changxiao looked at Jiang Huali, whose face was pale and whose tears fell like raindrops. He was in a daze, unaware of how long he had been channeling his spiritual energy into her.
It's useless.
Her meridians were broken in many places, and any spiritual energy input would only leak out from the cracks.
Changxiao's spiritual power was exhausted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He held the person in his arms tightly; her soul had already shattered.
He desperately tried to preserve those vanished souls, but to no avail.
The setting sun was like blood, and a snowflake fell on Jiang Huali's tightly closed eyes.
It's snowing.
Changxiao lowered his head and suddenly noticed a sky-blue jade pendant under the blood-stained hem of Jiang Huali's clothes.
He picked up the jade pendant with trembling hands, and then took out another jade pendant from his heart.
He placed the two jade pendants together and cut his wrist.
Fresh blood gushed out and dripped onto the jade pendant. He took a drop of his heart's blood and fed it to Jiang Huali.
The jade pendant was stained with blood. Jiang Huali was awakened by a force and opened her eyes in a daze.
...Can she still move?
When Changxiao saw her open her eyes, tears streamed down his face, the cold tears falling into her clothes and dripping onto her collarbone.
Jiang Huali trembled and used her last bit of strength to raise her hand to touch his cheek, only to find it was ice-cold.
"Why are you crying?" she asked weakly.
“…Don’t leave me.” Changxiao held her hand tightly.
Jiang Huali wanted to smile, but she no longer had the strength.
She closed her eyes tightly, her hand falling limply to her side and slipping from Changxiao's grasp.
Changxiao suddenly smiled.
He kissed Jiang Huali one last time.
The jade pendant, having absorbed a large amount of blood, suddenly emitted a bright light, enveloping Jiang Huali and reuniting her scattered soul. The power of the Heavenly Dao began to operate.
Changxiao embraced Jiang Huali and collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes wearily as his consciousness gradually faded.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, landing on the two of them.
The light emitted by the jade pendant enveloped both of them, and Changxiao felt the power and luck within his body dissipating.
The person in his arms was cold. He smelled her scent and let himself sink into darkness.
If there is an afterlife...
If there is an afterlife.
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