Chapter 181: Revenge
"Ugh..." A muffled groan rang out, and blood spilled from the corner of Fu Xiuming's mouth, staining half his cheek red. He staggered back three steps, still unsteady, when Murong Hanchan moved in front of him like a streak of light, striking him squarely in the chest with a powerful "smack." With a "pfft," Fu Xiuming immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the stone wall in front of him with a "thud," barely clinging to life when he landed.
Murong Hanchan exhaled icy breath, her eyes gleaming with a chilling light, and walked step by step toward Fu Xiuming, who was barely able to stand. "I said I would use your blood to inscribe my father's epitaph!" Her voice was low but each word was piercing, sending shivers down one's spine.
Fu Xiuming sat against the wall, barely managing to prop himself up. "Uh... cough..." Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for breath, but his eyes remained clear, and a faint smile even appeared on his face: "Hmph... you will regret killing me!" He finished speaking with a heavy breath, still smiling as he looked at Murong Hanchan.
"Regret?!" Murong Hanchan sneered. "That's the biggest joke I've ever heard." With that, she raised her right hand, a powerful aura swirling in her palm, ready to end his life.
Fu Xiuming's faint smile vanished abruptly: "Wait!" he shouted anxiously, then collapsed, panting heavily.
Murong Hanchan said fiercely, "You want to beg for mercy? I won't allow it!" With that, she was about to strike.
"I know the secret to ascending to immortality!" Fu Xiuming shouted with all his might, then gasped for breath and his body became increasingly limp.
Murong Hanchan frowned slightly: "Ascension to immortality? A secret? What are you trying to say?" Her right palm remained suspended in mid-air, ready to strike at any moment.
Fu Xiuming struggled to sit up straight, catching his breath, and said, "I... I want to tell you that even if your cultivation has reached the Saintly Realm, when you ascend to immortality... you will not be able to escape the Heavenly Tribulation!" After saying that, he raised an eyebrow, and that faint smile reappeared.
Murong Hanchan's slightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, but her gaze remained icy: "You think you can save your dog's life by making up a few lies?"
“Why fabricate facts when they are already established?” Fu Xiuming said slowly. “This realm is sealed by ancient divine power. When you ascend to immortality, your immortal body will find it difficult to cross the boundary and will be trapped by the powerful sealing force, never able to escape until the seal is lifted.”
Murong Hanchan was clearly tempted, but she still hated Fu Xiuming to the core, and coldly snorted, "What does that have to do with me taking your dog's life?"
Seeing that she was about to attack again, Fu Xiuming hurriedly shouted, "I can help you break the barrier seal!" He added, panting, "Breaking the seal... requires nine people with Saint-level cultivation to act at the same time!! As you know, people with Saint-level cultivation are extremely rare in the world! If you kill me, wouldn't you be cutting off your own path?"
Murong Hanchan looked up at the sky and murmured, "That's your path forward, not mine." With that, her merciless palm slowly descended.
“You…” Fu Xiuming’s heart turned completely cold in an instant. He never expected that Murong Hanchan would be completely unmoved by his words. He could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Just as death seemed imminent, a beam of light shot forth, and Shen Qianying, wielding the jade pen, blocked Murong Hanchan's palm strike. "Show mercy! You can't kill him!" Shen Qianying declared loudly.
Murong Hanchan was so shocked that she took a step back. Seeing that it was Shen Qianying who had intervened, she said coldly, "You'd better get out of the way. It's none of your business who I want to kill."
Shen Qianying stepped forward: "Murong Hanchan, please calm down! If you kill him, your dream of ascending to immortality will be completely shattered!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Xiuming raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: It seems this person also knows about the barrier seal; perhaps we can escape unscathed today…
"Hahaha..." Murong Hanchan let out a sorrowful laugh, "My dream, Murong Hanchan's dream, has long been destroyed by them! What's the point of ascending to immortality? Everything is irreversible..." She closed her eyes in regret as she spoke, then opened them again in an instant, "Get out of the way! No one can stop me today, I must kill him!" Her true energy surged around her, and her tone was not one of negotiation, but a forceful command.
Shen Qianying lightly waved his jade pen and said sternly, "Murong Hanchan, don't forget that I have left three sword energies in your heart. With just a slight exertion, you will die on the spot!" Seeing her so stubborn, he couldn't help but threaten her.
"Then do it!" Before the words were finished, Murong Hanchan forcefully pushed Shen Qianying aside, and her right palm struck Fu Xiuming's head with icy force. With a flick of her fingers, she twisted off his head, and his body instantly froze into an ice pillar.
"You..." Shen Qianying was so angry that her eyes widened. She originally wanted to unleash her sword energy to kill Murong Hanchan, but then she thought: Fu Xiuming is already dead. Killing her would not only be meaningless, but would also reduce the number of people who could help her, making it even more difficult to break the seal... "Sigh..." She sighed, turned around and transformed into a streak of light that shot away.
Murong Hanchan retrieved her father's ice coffin body, knelt down with a thud, and said with tears in her eyes, "Father, your daughter has avenged you! The enemy's head is right here, look, you can rest in peace now." After saying this, tears streamed down her face, and she kowtowed three times with a loud thud.
Calming herself, she rose and struck down with her palm. With a deafening roar, a deep crater was blasted into the square. Gently placing Murong Mingde's body into the crater, she choked out, "Father, rest in peace. Your daughter will always miss you!" With a final tear falling, she channeled her inner energy, causing the sand and gravel to surge and slowly bury her father's body.
Seeing that a tombstone was still missing, Murong Hanchan's gaze swept across the square and landed on the sacred stele of the Xiantian Sect not far away. She slightly tilted her feet, and her right palm transformed into a claw, sucking in the air with tremendous force. The three-zhang-long sacred stele was lifted up from the ground with a whoosh, and the stele whistled and flipped once before crashing upside down and plunging three feet into the ground—she had actually turned the sacred stele upside down as her father's tombstone.
This scene left the remaining members of the Innate Sect dumbfounded. Today, their leader had perished, their young master was missing, and the young woman before them possessed unfathomable cultivation and acted with domineering decisiveness. The crowd immediately knelt and cried out, "May our leader be blessed with great fortune, unify the martial world, and live on for a thousand years! May his holy virtue endure forever!"
"May the leader be blessed with great fortune, unify the martial world, and live for a thousand years! May his holy virtue endure forever!"... The shouts echoed across the sky above the Xiantian Sect.
Murong Hanchan inscribed the six characters "Tomb of Murong Mingde" on the tombstone, her cold gaze sweeping over the followers outside the arena, her murderous aura gradually dissipating. Considering their mostly innocent state, she activated her telepathic communication: "From this day forward, the Innate Sect will cease to exist in this world. It shall be renamed the Jade Goddess Sect! All my followers shall be granted divine power!"
Before the words were even finished, the figure had vanished on the spot. A muffled "thud" followed, and a palm print several meters wide suddenly appeared in the square, covering a third of it. Crimson flames erupted from the palm print's groove, its edges charred black, the bluestone slabs turned brownish-black, and the surrounding ice slowly melted away…
The followers of the Innate Cult whispered among themselves, staring at the enormous palm print in the arena: "The new leader is a god..." "We're saved..." "The Jade Goddess Cult will surely unify the martial world!" Each person had a different expression and their own thoughts...
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