Fortunately, Lingyao was only at the initial stage of the eighth realm. With the Five Demon Binding God Formation completed, Yin Ming looked at Lingyao, who was unable to move within the formation, and smiled sinisterly.
He circled Lingyao once, finally revealing his sinister true colors: "Kid, you've finally met your match. I've had my eye on you for a long time, and now I can finally kill you, hahaha..."
Ling Yao, frozen in place, frowned slightly on his cold face, feeling a moment of suffocation in his heart.
He knew Yin Ming hated him, but he never imagined that Yin Ming hated him so much that he wanted him dead.
He regarded Yin Ming as the only light in his world. Long ago, he decided that as long as Yin Ming did not drive him away, he would stay by his side for the rest of his life, regardless of his status.
Even though he had just thrown her out as a shield, Lingyao obediently returned to his side after killing the monster.
He didn't think about why Yin Ming was so cruel to him.
In his eyes, everything Yin Ming did was right.
All of this stemmed from that life-saving grace.
Did Yin Ming just mean to say he regretted saving him back then?
Thinking of this, Lingyao calmly closed his eyes.
Just as calmly facing death when confronting that fire lion beast, he spoke softly:
"Why make such a fuss? You gave me this life, and now that you want it, why not give it back to you?"
He should have died long ago, but he lived for four more years because of Yin Ming's appearance.
In the past few years, he had seen a lot of the world and experienced many colors in life that should not exist. He could die without regrets.
Instead of the expected anger and struggle, Yin Ming frowned in confusion at first, then sneered with disdain: "You think I'll soften just because you said that? Ha, you really don't understand me at all. You just said that I gave you your life?"
"Oh, you mean that third-realm fire lion beast? I arranged that on purpose."
Yin Ming's expression suggested he had long forgotten about it. Ling Yao was taken aback, as if he didn't understand his meaning, and murmured, "You arranged this?"
"Well, in other words, the life-saving grace you thought you received didn't actually exist. I deliberately put on this show to make you grateful to me."
"I didn't expect you to be so easily fooled, to believe it so readily, and to still be so hung up on it. Should I call you naive, or should I call you stupid?"
Yin Ming's gaze was cold and mocking.
Lingyao couldn't believe it and struggled to ask, "Why?"
"Why? I want to ask why too." Yin Ming's face turned cold, his expression twisted with jealousy, making him look sharp and mean.
"Why is it that you, a bastard with impure blood, can become the next sect leader? Why am I so outstanding and hardworking, yet I am not entrusted with important responsibilities, but instead assigned to protect a piece of trash like you?"
"Fortunately, the elders came to their senses in time and stopped insisting on keeping you, this bastard. Think about all these years, you've only been suffering in this world. Go in peace, I'll help you end this pain."
Lingyao's face was full of disbelief. Although he did not know his own background and could not understand what Yin Ming was saying, it did not prevent him from understanding the meaning behind Yin Ming's words.
Was his previous act of saving his life just a pre-planned charade?!
It turns out he approached me with an ulterior motive from the very beginning!
No wonder he could always see the undisguised disdain in Yin Ming's eyes.
She thought she hadn't done enough and had completely disappointed him.
It turned out that he didn't like her at all, and only stayed by her side because of the so-called elder's orders.
In his eyes, his own life was not even worth as much as that of a third-realm magical beast.
Yes.
Lingyao chuckled self-deprecatingly.
If there were no ulterior motives, who would be willing to approach him and treat him well?
He had thought Yin Ming would be an exception, but he never expected that Yin Ming would hate him even more than those who had once despised him.
Actually, it wasn't too painful, after all, one could tell from Yin Ming's usual attitude towards him that everything was traceable.
only……
I'm just so unwilling to accept it...
Why is it that none of the beauty in this world truly belongs to him? Why is it that only his life is so absurd and laughable?!
Lingyao suddenly chuckled softly.
Since the world has never been kind to him, why should he harbor any childlike innocence and treat others with kindness?
If you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness?
He doesn't want to be a ridiculous pushover anymore!
The more evil the world inflicted upon him, the more evil he would repay the world with tenfold!
If you can't make others like you, then make them all fear you!
Being infamous is, in a way, a way of being remembered in history.
Since the whole world despises and looks down on him, he will make sure that the whole world remembers him forever and kneels in the shadow he casts!
Lingyao's eyes flashed with endless madness, his resentment surged and churned within him, and the veins on his arms and neck bulged faintly.
The five guards noticed a slight tremor in the formation and quickly joined forces to reinforce it.
Yin Ming saw that he had finally begun to resist and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
He needed to see Lingyao struggle in pain to soothe his own frustration over the past four years of wanting to kill him but having no choice but to save him.
Lingyao tried several times but could not break through the control of the formation. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes and activated the resentment in his body. Golden light began to emanate from his body. He was going to self-destruct his dantian to break free from the formation!
The destructive power generated by the self-destruction of the Eighth Realm Cultivation Pill was enough to level this area.
If the people in front of them don't want to die, they will quickly flee this place.
His body, having been tempered by various rare and precious materials, was already capable of withstanding an attack from a ninth-realm cultivator, so this explosion was naturally no problem for him.
In this way, he can escape smoothly, find a place to lie low and cultivate, and one day seek revenge on them!
Although reaching the eighth realm of cultivation was hard-won, and starting cultivation from scratch would be incredibly painful, he would not hesitate to pay any price now.
He has to live! Only by living can he do what he wants to do, and only then can he make those who disregarded him and hurt him receive the retribution they deserve!
"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!" one of the guards said gravely as he watched the golden light emanating from Lingyao grow stronger.
The other guards exchanged glances, quickly took out a silver ring exuding an ancient and desolate aura from their spatial rings, put it on Lingyao's head, and chanted incantations at the same time.
As the deep chanting began, the patterns engraved on the silver ring seemed to come alive. With flashes of red light, Lingyao felt the resentment within him freeze like a river that had suddenly cooled down, unable to circulate even a fraction.
"I really underestimated you. You even used the Demon-Binding Circle to deal with me. I am truly... flattered."
Unexpectedly, these people went so far as to bring out the legendary Demon-Binding Circle in order to kill him. They were so well-prepared that it seems they had no intention of giving him a way out.
"Stop wasting time." The guard ignored Ling Yao and turned to Yin Ming, frowning as he spoke.
Yin Ming knew that the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous it would be. He bowed slightly to the guard and replied, "Yes." He then turned to look at Ling Yao, who had a fierce look on his face, with a mocking expression.
"Stop wasting your time, I'll send you on your way now."
Lingyao laughed after hearing this, his voice hoarse and low: "Hahaha... Yin Ming... Yin Ming..." He murmured the name that had once given him a brief moment of warmth, his emotions complicated. "Yin Ming, it's my own fault for being deceived by you all this time. I should have seen through your true colors sooner."
Knowing what fate awaited him, he calmed down, his eyes, devoid of any warmth, fixed intently on Yin Ming before him.
"But listen carefully, you'd better pray that I will perish, otherwise, I will spare no effort to grind you to dust!"
Yin Ming smiled slightly, completely unconcerned by his threat, "Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be praying you die soon."
Isn't this just a ploy to get Yin Ming to give him a quick death? Ha, dream on.
He wouldn't let Lingyao die so easily; the elders had also said to be ruthless.
Yin Ming drew his longsword, severing the tendons in his hands and feet. At the same time, the pure resentment in his hand transformed into a dagger, which he slowly moved to his lower abdomen, piercing a hole in his iron-like abdominal muscles, right at the dantian.
Holding the blood-stained eighth-realm cultivation pill, Yin Ming laughed wildly: "You were thinking of self-destructing just now, weren't you?"
In front of Lingyao, he brutally crushed the cultivation pill, sending sparks flying like wildfire.
Seeing the bloodlust in Ling Yao's eyes intensify, Yin Ming felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
He then channeled his own resentment into Lingyao's body, shattering all of his meridians.
At this moment, the last trace of resentment from the binding formation dissipated, the binding force was released, and Lingyao collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Even his usually fair skin was now tinged with a bloody red.
Despite being treated so cruelly, Lingyao bit her lip tightly, refusing to utter a single groan that signified submission.
Yin Ming thoroughly enjoyed the scene before him; his smile widened and his eyes grew increasingly cold.
He crouched down, tore open Lingyao's clothes, and searched for treasures on his body.
As Lingyao watched as the clean white clothes she usually cherished were ruthlessly torn to shreds by Yin Ming, the last shred of reason in her eyes was finally devoured by madness.
He had bitten his lower lip until it bled, and the scarlet liquid trickled down the corner of his mouth.
After putting everything he had looted from Ling Yao into his spatial ring, Yin Ming seemed to have thought of something. He smiled slightly, reached out and removed Ling Yao's hand from his face, then pinched his chin.
With her other hand, she lovingly and gently stroked his perfect features, her tone full of pleasure: "Tsk tsk, look at this face."
Yin Ming gently wiped away the blood and sweat from Ling Yao's face with his fair fingertips. His tender manner made it seem as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.
For a moment, Lingyao looked confused, but Yinming suddenly exerted his strength, and the resentment at his fingertips condensed into a sword blade, which sliced through his skin without warning!
"ah!!!"
The excruciating pain struck again, and Lingyao could no longer suppress her instinctive reaction, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
He trembled violently, his body unconsciously curling and twisting, as if doing so would lessen the pain.
Yin Ming listened intently to his wails, as if they were some rare and beautiful melody.
To the bleak strains of music, he stood up, holding the human skin in his hand, and earnestly admired it in the sunlight: "What a beautiful face."
He actually peeled Lingyao's face off!
Even the guards watching were terrified by the bizarre and eerie scene before them—
A handsome man dressed in red held a piece of human skin that was faintly tinged with blood, examining it closely with a crazed look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
Blood was still dripping from the human skin.
Beside the man, a shameless person was writhing in agony on the ground...
—Excerpt from the plot before the male protagonist's Nirvana in "Gods and Demons Supreme".
The later descriptions were so gory and violent that Yin Ming remembered being disgusted at the time, so he didn't read them very carefully.
What did the author go through to come up with such an inhuman form of torture?
The description was so detailed, it seemed so real, that it gave me goosebumps.
The next part of the plot is that the villain from the original story continues to slowly slash the male protagonist with his sword, leaving him covered in cuts and blood everywhere.
Then, she used a dagger to stab bloody holes in the male protagonist's body inch by inch. Later, she cut off the male protagonist's leg bit by bit and fed the cut flesh and bones to a group of three-realm blood wolves she had captured in front of the male protagonist.
During this time, the villain, fearing that the male protagonist would die halfway, kept sending resentment to protect his heart meridian, forcing him to endure the pain.
That wasn't enough; he also threw the protagonist into a pack of blood wolves, making him clearly feel the sensation of his body being torn apart.
Finally, when the protagonist was on his deathbed, the villain drove away the pack of blood wolves, then stabbed the protagonist in the heart to end his life, saying that the protagonist had to die by his hand, and that this was the consequence of hindering his future.
When Yin Ming saw this part, he couldn't help but sigh, "This is simply courting death!"
After the protagonist's rebirth, he didn't make things too difficult for the villain from the original story. He simply returned the villain's attacks to him one by one.
Oh, it seems a part has been changed. The male protagonist replaced the final pack of blood wolves with a pack of blood ants.
After all, the male protagonist had promised to grind him to dust.
Letting the blood ants slowly gnaw the villain to death, until nothing is left, is a more satisfying form of punishment than simply crushing bones to ashes.
After that, the male protagonist finally got his revenge and began to rise to the top of his life.
At the time, Yin Ming thought, "Wow! Cool! Awesome! That's how you have to respond!"
Now……
Shivering, a chill ran down my spine...
However, the villain brought this on himself. Now that he has transmigrated into the book, he certainly won't be as twisted as the villain. The ending shouldn't be as tragic as in the original story, right?
But it's hard to say, after all, isn't the purpose of his existence as the villain just to be the last straw that breaks the male protagonist's back?
Yin Ming feared that if he stayed by the male lead's side, as the plot unfolded, he would eventually have to do something irreversible to the male lead, whether he liked it or not.
You should know that the male protagonist after his rebirth is a black lotus who, upon recalling any slightly excessive thing someone did to him, will immediately try every means to find that person and take revenge.
So... Yin Ming felt that he should take advantage of the fact that there was still time and make a run for it!
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