Although the old sect leader was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions and stepped back to give the space to Qi An.
Li Jianren slumped to the ground, inching backward as he pleaded, "Ranran, have you forgotten? I saved you! You can't repay kindness with enmity! Let me go, okay?"
"Help me?"
Qi An smiled: "Do you mean steal my luck, rob me of my opportunities, use me as a furnace, and then refine me into the Heavenly Yin Pill?"
"You..." he wanted to say, how did you know my original plan?
Qi An tapped his finger from a distance, and large chunks of memories flooded into his mind.
It turns out that in his previous life, he not only successfully replaced Ye Ran as the protagonist of the world, but also married Ye Zhen and became the sect leader.
Later, he expanded his harem, turning countless women into his playthings.
After enjoying himself in this world for nearly a century, he had had his fill of fun and "ascended" to heaven in full view of everyone.
In reality, the ascension was an illusion; he was transported to the next dimension by the system.
"Based on the disgusting things you did to Ye Ran, Ye Zhen, and those girls, do you think I'll be punished if I kill you?" Qi An asked.
"Of course not, Sister An'an. I think Heaven should send you a banner with a message praising you for eliminating a scourge for the people."
Li Jianren was terrified and felt ridiculously stupid.
No wonder everything went wrong for him after he met Ye Ran, no wonder Ye Zhen always disliked him and targeted him.
I see!
He thought he had the script in his hands and could manipulate everyone, but he never expected that all these years, he was the one being manipulated.
Qi An stopped wasting words with him, instantly teleported in front of him, and hovered his five fingers in a claw above his head.
"It's been occupied for so long, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."
Amidst Li Jianren's heart-wrenching screams, Qi An slowly ripped out his filthy soul.
Everyone present saw his filthy and ugly appearance, which made them feel disgusted.
So this is what this counterfeit product really looks like.
Qi An tightened her fingers, and Ling Haoran screamed as he was captured in her palm.
"Haoran!"
"Junior brother!"
The old sect leader and several senior brothers disregarded everything else and rushed forward to help Ling Haoran, who had fallen to the ground, up.
The old sect leader helped Ling Haoran lean against him, and with trembling hands, he probed Ling Haoran's sea of consciousness.
The young man's pure and innocent soul was hidden in an inconspicuous corner, extremely weak, but it still existed in this body.
All I can say is that this is the true genius cultivator. Although he couldn't stop the system from possessing his body, he also couldn't control it.
But his soul was different from that of mortals; it was not so easily dissolved. He went to great lengths to hide himself and wait for the right opportunity.
But over time, he inevitably declined, and now he is almost gone.
"Haoran, hang in there. Master is here, and your fellow disciples are all here too. Just hang in there a little longer."
The old sect leader and several senior brothers, their eyes red, surrounded Ling Haoran, placing several hands on his body and pouring out their spiritual energy to envelop his weakened soul.
Fu Gui was standing with his arms crossed, watching the play, but he noticed the old man's red eyes and trembling hands.
She pursed her lips, but in the end, she still stepped forward and casually extended a hand, placing it on Ling Haoran's shoulder.
Well, since the old man spent so much of his money, I'll just help him out a little.
With Fu Gui's arrival, Ling Haoran's chest began to rise and fall, and his pale lips regained color.
Then, he weakly opened his eyes and saw his master and fellow disciples whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Master...Senior Brother..."
"Haoran!"
Upon hearing the long-lost word "Master," the old sect leader was instantly moved to tears, stroking his disciple's head and face. The other senior brothers also cried and laughed with joy.
"That's great, Junior Brother is awake."
"It's good that you're alive, it's good that you're awake."
Seeing this touching scene, Fugui quietly complained to Qi An.
"Sister An'an, have you noticed? It's still the same face, but with a different soul, it feels completely different."
"What kind of nonsense is this? It's a completely different person now, so of course it's different," Ata retorted, as was his habit.
"Oh, that's not what I meant. It's good that you, you idiot, don't understand. Sister An'an, you must understand what I mean, right?"
"Yes, I know."
Qi An nodded. Of course she understood what Fu Gui meant; she had noticed it when Ling Haoran opened his eyes earlier.
The face is still the same, but when the heart is Li Jianren, it just looks so out of place.
Those beautiful eyes revealed greed and scheming, and her demeanor was sleazy and greasy.
But when Ling Haoran woke up just now, his eyes were clear and clean, and his expression was open and honest.
Although he was still very weak and his face and body were covered in wounds, he gave people the feeling of a proud and upright chosen one from a prestigious family.
"Your appearance reflects your heart; there's a lot of truth to that."
Ling Haoran was still too weak and fainted after saying only a few words.
"Aran, Zhen, I'll take Haoran back to heal first. You two can handle the rest."
"Okay, Grandpa."
"Okay, old man, go ahead and do your work."
As the eldest daughter of the Tianxuan Sect, Fugui went to assist her senior brothers in arranging for the disciples to leave the forbidden area.
Looking at the Moon Cry Sword in his hand, Qi An understood why Ye Ran, who should have been burned to ashes in the alchemy furnace, ended up with her soul residing in the Moon Cry Sword.
The Moonlit Sword may seem to imprison her soul, but in reality, it is protecting her.
Back then, Li Jianren tricked the Moon Cry Sword with Ye Ran's Heavenly Yin Blood, making it recognize him as its master.
But the moment he pierced Ye Ran's chest with the Moonlit Sword, the blade was stained with blood. It sensed a familiar presence and recognized its true master.
So, as Ye Ran was on the verge of death, the moment her soul left her body, the Moon Cry Sword absorbed her into its blade and hid her away safely.
Otherwise, Ye Ran would have already been annihilated, she wouldn't have gone to the void, and Li Jianren would have continued to roam freely in the next world, continuing to harm those female protagonists.
This may be the last bit of luck for this chosen one, or it may be destiny.
Qi An gently flicked the Moon Cry Sword and praised, "Little Moon Cry, I thank you on behalf of Ye Ran."
The Moonlit Sword curved slightly, and the sword spirit inside, which had not yet awakened its intelligence, seemed to sense this, causing the sword to tremble slightly.
Qi An saw a handsome young man inside. It was him who had exhausted all his cultivation in his previous life to protect Ye Ran's soul.
After Ye Ran left, the sword spirit dissipated, and the Moon Cry Sword was sealed.
In this second life, Qi An clearly saw faint red threads on the young sword spirit's body; those were... threads of love.
Qi An held Li Jianren's soul in her palm, raised her fist, and smiled as she said, "The upgraded and updated eighteen levels of hell welcome you back once again."
"No...no...just kill me..."
He didn't want to go back to that nightmare hell; he'd rather his soul be scattered to the winds immediately.
"You think you can just end your suffering with a snap? Dream on. Enjoy your time in the eighteenth level of hell. I'll consider giving you a quick death when I'm in a better mood."
After Qi An finished speaking, he threw Li Jianren back into the Inner Demon Hell, and this time it was an improved and upgraded version, with no limit to how exhilarating it could be.
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