Chapter 65 Northern Yong - Demon-Subduing Sword (12) As you wish...
Shi Xianxue's left eye was unusually cold, but large tears were falling from her right eye. She gripped the sword hilt with her right hand, desperately trying to pull out the Demon-Subduing Sword.
However, his left hand was controlled and clamped down on the wrist bone of his right hand.
Her body seemed to split into two people with a blood feud, and the violent tearing only made Wu Xiutang suffer more.
Knowing how afraid of pain Wu Xiutang was, she hurriedly let go and broke down in tears: "I'm sorry, Wu Xiutang, I'm so sorry, you're bleeding so much, why is this happening? I can't control myself, how can I save you? I'm so sorry."
In fact, when the Demon-Subduing Sword pierced his heart, Wu Xiutang's initial sensation was not pain, but cold. He already had a cold poison in his body, and the artifact brought an even more ferocious chill, directly striking his heart.
But in the moment when all his senses returned, he arrogantly thought that the ancient artifacts were nothing special.
Deep in the past, he had experienced all kinds of torment, thousands of kinds. For a moment, the pain of the ancient artifact piercing his heart overlapped with his past suffering, and he actually felt that it was nothing.
The only thing that made his heart tremble was being able to see Shi Xianxue break down and cry for him. He felt a strange sense of joy that outweighed his pain.
He's probably a pervert at heart; seeing her tears, all he wanted to do was kiss her without hesitation and lick the tears off her face.
Then, an indescribable, heart-wrenching pain belatedly overwhelmed me, a thousand times more painful than being pierced by a thousand arrows, as if my whole heart had been crushed and torn apart, bringing a sharp and strange sensation.
It's absurd. At this moment, as his chaotic thoughts dissipated, all he wanted to do was simply wipe away her tears.
But the truth is, because of the parasitic curse, he can't even move a finger now.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness washed over him.
I can only try to keep my voice steady so that it looks normal.
"Alright, Shi Xianxue, why are you crying?"
"It's not your fault."
The fragments of her spirit surrounded her, seemingly searching for a way to break into her spiritual realm.
"As expected, only when the Parasite Curse is activated can the Tree Heart bring your consciousness back."
His face was deathly pale, almost devoid of color. The Demon-Subduing Sword had struck his heart, and the energy it released was not to be underestimated; it was paralyzing his heart at an alarming speed.
He was enduring immense pain, yet his eyes held an unprecedented tenderness.
"Shi Xianxue, don't be afraid."
"I'll help you get your body back."
Shi Xianxue cried even harder. She wanted to refuse and let the spirit return to Wu Xiutang's body, but the spirit scattered at her fingertips, turning into golden fragments that rushed into the spirit palace with an irresistible force, suppressing Shi Huaiyu who was roaring and trying to take back her body.
"Wu Xiutang." Shi Xianxue cried, her body trembling.
Save yourself first, Wu Xiutang.
She didn't know how to break the parasitic curse, nor could she break the control over Wu Xiutang's body. But since he was able to break through it last time, he certainly could this time as well. Of course, the premise was that he didn't get injured and that as much of his soul as possible remained in his body.
Shi Xianxue felt her body temperature slowly rising, and she gradually regained control of her limbs.
At the same time, Shi Huaiyu's curses echoed within the spirit palace.
"Shi Xianxue! You idiot! We are one, how could you let such a lowly spirit enter my spirit palace to kill me!"
"Without me, you will never awaken the true power of repair!"
A brilliant golden light shone forth, and Shi Xianxue closed her eyes.
Shi Huaiyu's roar gradually weakened, turning into a faint sound like a mosquito's buzz, and gradually faded into the distance.
The man, sitting with his knees bent, coldly watched all of this. All the bones in this body were broken, and he was slowly repairing them, which would take time.
"Shi Xianxue," he called out from afar.
His expression softened the moment she looked at him, and he coaxed her gently in a low, tender voice.
"Xiaoxue, I know you are Xiaoxue, but it is precisely because you are Xiaoxue that your desire to complete the mission is even more urgent. Have you forgotten your mother? Don't you want to go home and be with your mother forever?"
Shi Xianxue suddenly opened her eyes.
"Once you kill him, the biggest villain in this book, you can consider your mission complete and return to the real world."
“He’s just a fictional character, not a real person. Giving up going home for him is not worth it at all. Don’t forget, your mother is still waiting for you.”
Yes, as long as we kill him, we can go home.
She wants to go home.
Shi Xianxue's consciousness became hazy and confused again.
The man's lips curled into a confident smile.
"Xiaoxue, do it! Kill him!"
Shi Xianxue's pupils and limbs were in a state of struggle. She wanted to go home. No matter what her world was like, she wanted to go home. Her mother was still there.
"Shi Xianxue." The boy's scattered spirit lingered around her fingertips, carrying a warm and comfortable temperature in the cold, miasma-filled air.
The boy struggled to speak, each word accompanied by a tearing pain in his heart: "Don't believe him. He's been searching for the goddess for years. Everything he's said and done is to steal your goddess power and to hurt you. Shi Xianxue, I won't lie to you. Trust me."
Shi Xianxue looked bewildered, her pupils trembled slightly, and her left arm shook uncontrollably. The man saw the wavering in her Dao heart and pressed his advantage, "Xiaoxue, do it! Don't keep the people who love you waiting for too long."
Yes, no one in the world loves her more than her mother, and she can't let her mother be sad.
Shi Xianxue looked dazed and sluggishly raised her hands to grasp the hilt of the Demon-Subduing Sword.
The man's lips curled up, and his eyes, hidden behind the mask, gleamed with excitement.
Hurry, hurry, he's about to see his sister.
Wu Xiutang was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. The suppressed cold poison and the energy explosion of the ancient artifact had turned his heart into a sieve riddled with holes.
The moment the Demon-Subduing Sword was drawn, Wu Xiutang's body went limp, and he knelt down on the ground.
However, the next moment, a generous and benevolent force flowed in through the wound, healing the wound on the heart like a warm ray of sunlight.
The man was furious: "Shi Xianxue, what are you doing! Don't you want to go back?!"
Shi Xianxue also knelt down, gently touching Wu Xiutang's wound with her palm. At the same time, she looked up, and a snake-shaped light pattern appeared on her forehead. She looked at the man with her clear, watery eyes, her voice extremely cold: "I have seen you before. Four hundred years ago, you killed Zhou Huaiyu's mother."
The man's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, suddenly turned icy cold.
“Wu Xiutang’s master, the national advisor of Chaoyun Kingdom, and there may be many other people I don’t know, but the only thing I’m sure of is that you have been following me like a shadow ever since I returned to this world. Wu Xiutang is right, you want to obtain the power of the goddess, and the power of the goddess is about repair, or rather, rebirth.”
“But you had already captured me and even refined a complete soul like Shi Huaiyu’s, yet you still wanted me to kill Wu Xiutang, because you knew the mission I had to return to this world, you knew about the system, and you knew that only by completing the mission could I open…” Shi Xianxue paused, and when she spoke again, her voice was already choked with sobs, “the chance for three thousand lifetimes.”
Without saying a word, the man used his hands to support himself on the ground and slowly stood up.
Clearly, he has repaired the broken bone.
Her expression was both clear and pained: "You want to enter the Three Thousand Worlds through Shi Huaiyu because there is something or someone you are looking for in the Three Thousand Worlds, right?"
The man clicked his tongue, looking at her with admiration, and changed the subject: "I never expected that you would remain so calm after the world you lived in for four hundred years collapsed and ceased to exist overnight. You truly are a descendant of Kongsang."
"I might as well tell you the truth: your so-called system is the key to unlocking the Three Thousand Worlds. The small worlds of the Three Thousand Worlds are neither real nor illusory. If you want to go back, you must do as I say and kill it!"
"I can't do it!" The boy lost consciousness, his forehead resting on Shi Xianxue's shoulder, his breathing weak. She trembled as she hugged him, her expression resolute. "I won't kill him to go home! Don't try to deceive me, and don't try to use me to kill him!"
That stubborn look with tears in her eyes was unexpectedly beautiful; her eyes were moist, like a clear spring, overlapping with a certain figure in his memory.
After staring at her for a few seconds, the man finally sighed helplessly.
“Alright.” He walked towards the two of them. “You know I can’t afford to fail, so I’ll help you.”
The power of repair flowed continuously into Wu Xiutang's body, and the wounds that had been severely injured by the divine artifact were slowly healing, but this still required time.
Shi Xianxue will not let him succeed.
"Wu Ying!"
A snow-white figure pounced on the man, followed closely by a flamingo.
Shi Xianxue quickly channeled all her mental energy into Wu Xiutang's body, closing the wound so that it was almost invisible. However, the boy's eyes remained tightly closed, and he remained motionless as if he were dead.
"The Parasitic Curse!" It was because of the Parasitic Curse that even if she healed Wu Xiutang's wounds, the Parasitic Curse's restraint would only leave Wu Xiutang at the mercy of others.
By the way, the Ice Core, the Ice Core is in her hands.
She frantically took it out, only to discover with despair that she had no idea how to use the Ice Core. The Ice Core was the Snow Maiden's heart, and logically it should have been placed into Wu Xiutang's heart as well.
But she had no idea where to begin. Even while unconscious, Wu Xiutang's body was resisting the approach of the Ice Core.
Zhou Xianghan, who had been lying down and pretending to be dead, suddenly burst into laughter.
This laughter infuriated Shi Xianxue, who was already on the verge of collapse. She grabbed the Fumo Sword and slashed it at Shi Xianxue's face.
"You dead pigskin! Since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well chop you up first, so you won't parasitize us after we're gone!"
Zhou Xianghan's right cheek had already been chopped off, hanging pitifully. Now, with the Demon-Subduing Sword, her face was sliced off on the spot. She cried and cursed in pain, but she was also really afraid of being killed by Shi Xianxue, who had the divine weapon in her hand.
"Don't kill me, I'm telling you."
“It’s probably because you two have a love curse planted between you, which is why he’s still resisting the Ice Core despite his closed consciousness. Why don’t you say something he cares about to provoke him?” Zhou Xianghan’s face fell, her left eye radiating a malicious glint of anticipation. “Just a friendly reminder, back then, the Snow Maiden was more likely to plant the Ice Core because she was betrayed and heartbroken.”
Shi Xianxue immediately understood: to destroy someone, you must first drive them mad. Although this piece of pigskin might not have any good intentions, it might indeed be a solution.
She couldn't delay any longer.
So she pursed her lips and whispered in his ear, "Wu Xiutang, I don't like you, I've never liked you."
The core of ice remained unchanged.
Shi Xianxue frowned in distress.
Although the man's body had only just recovered, the Fire Ibis and Wu Ying were still no match for him.
They will soon be defeated.
Shi Xianxue made a firm decision.
"I love Li Fuchao. Once the seal is repaired, I will marry him."
The boy remained fast asleep.
Seeing that Wu Ying's side had already fallen into a disadvantageous position, Shi Xianxue anxiously withdrew her gaze and looked at the sleeping boy with a serious expression.
"Alright, Wu Xiutang, I'll lay my cards on the table."
"When I came to this world, the system told me that you were the biggest villain here, and that I had to stop you from getting the Demon Bone to change the predetermined ending in order to go home. So from the very beginning, everything I did to you was for a purpose. Later, when I learned that the curse between us was the parasitic curse of the Goddess Clan, I was actually very happy because I didn't trust you. I always thought that your special treatment of me and your possessiveness towards me were the result of the parasitic curse."
She took a deep breath: "I will always be suspicious and wary of you."
"But I am also made of flesh and blood, and I feel guilty, because I have seen your past very clearly. The parasitic curse controlled you to develop some feelings for me, making you have to love me and be good to me, but I know that this was not what you wanted at all."
"So I'm exhausted and don't know how to respond to you. I'm also annoyed because your affection sometimes makes me feel distressed. But just as Shi Xianxue doesn't exist in this book compiled by the system, I haven't included you in my world either."
"You are really not worth mentioning to me."
The boy's drooping eyelashes trembled as he felt a tear fall onto his face.
"I've never really liked you either."
"So please, stop being so obsessed, and live for yourself, Wu Xiutang."
The Ice Core emitted an icy blue light in her hand, and the man who had been fighting with Wu Ying appeared behind her.
The crystalline threads bound her limbs, forcing her to pick up the Demon-Subduing Sword again.
Saving Wu Xiutang had exhausted a great deal of her mental energy, and her strength to struggle was negligible. The Demon-Subduing Sword was once again pressed against the boy's heart.
No, no, she mustn't kill Wu Xiutang, don't do this to her! Wu Xiutang, wake up!
Shi Xianxue broke down and shouted, "Wu Xiutang!"
The moment the Demon-Subduing Sword pierced his heart again, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.
At the same time, a powerful gust of air suddenly blasted the two of them apart.
Shi Xianxue's cultivation level was low, and she was thrown more than ten meters away by being lifted into the air. Her internal organs seemed to have shifted, and she was in so much pain that she spat out blood. She struggled to look up in the direction of Wu Xiutang.
The man was also jolted backward, his left hand supporting his mask, golden light reflecting in his eyes.
The boy's body was wrapped in golden fire coils, his handsome face, which was even somewhat fierce, remained expressionless. As the flames on his body burned higher and higher, a rolling killing intent burst forth from within.
The core of ice had somehow ended up in his hands. Shi Xianxue saw the young man's indifferent smile as he closed his long, slender fingers, crushing the ice crystal into fragments that fell from his fingers like snowflakes.
The man stared intently at the spiritual fire on his forehead, and sighed incredulously, "You little beast, do you still have a soul? Are you really planning to perish together with me?"
Before he could finish speaking, golden light flashed rapidly before his eyes. The boy's speed was almost unbelievable. His brows furrowed, and he immediately prepared to fight.
The powerful clash of spiritual energy caused Shi Xianxue's ears to ring and her seven orifices to feel as if blood was about to flow from them. By the time she had recovered a little, the boy had already grabbed her neck from a distance.
The man's feet were lifted off the ground, and his entire body was raised.
Wu Xiutang's pupils had turned completely into a cold gold, and the spiritual fire formed a thin stream that flowed into the Wheel of Order, which spun into a phantom between his foreheads, with an air of as if it wanted to crush everything around it into pieces.
Shi Xianxue felt her internal organs being squeezed by a powerful force. She lowered her body as much as possible and slowed her breathing.
She saw the spiritual fire on the boy's forehead grow stronger and brighter, then flow back up his arms and meander up his body.
The man seemed to want to say something more, but the spiritual fire suddenly accelerated its devouring speed. In less than half an hour, the man's body and soul were burned to ashes.
Shi Xianxue struggled to her feet, but her heart was still beating incredibly fast.
This was the first time she had ever seen Wu Xiutang like this. The lines on his forehead resembled a burning yin-yang symbol. As the spiritual fire disappeared, the marks on his forehead faded more and more. For some reason, she felt that Wu Xiutang was like a candle about to burn out, as if he had reached the point of exhaustion.
Sure enough, the next moment, the boy's figure fell slowly like a butterfly caught in a trap. Shi Xianxue rushed forward to catch him. "Wu Xiutang, are you alright...?"
Her fingertips only brushed against the boy's clothes.
Wu Xiutang avoided her touch.
As she stared at him in a daze, Wu Xiutang also happened to look over. The gold in his pupils had not yet faded, and his expression was extremely calm. When he stared at her without saying a word, it made her heart beat faster.
His face was paler than ever before, his eyes devoid of warmth. He was neither angry nor annoyed, and looked at her as if she were someone insignificant, like a flower or a blade of grass.
It was as if Shi Xianxue's presence could no longer stir any emotion in him.
"Master Xianxue".
The barrier was blasted open, and the boy's gloomy voice was unusually clear at that moment.
"As you wish."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
