Hades' Woman

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A verdant valley stretched out before them, dense forests interwoven with rushing streams. Spring water cascaded from between rocks, steam rising and making the treetops appear adorned with shimmering jewels—a breathtakingly

beautiful scene.

Ao Ning stood on a boulder by the stream, polishing a longsword. The blade reflected her eyes, as clear as autumn water in the night. Her long, black hair fluttered in the wind, framing her pale,

aloof face. Her straight nose added to her refined and proud air, revealing her resolute and unyielding character.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

The speaker was tall and slender, dressed in black, wearing a black conical hat, and her face was covered by a black cloth, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

Ao Ning answered firmly, "Yes!"

"Knowing it's a path of no return, you still insist on taking it?"

She sheathed her sword. "Yes!"

"Then our master-disciple relationship ends here!"

Ao Ning's calm expression shifted slightly. She knew this day would come, but she hadn't expected to feel such reluctance.

Humans aren't plants; after all, eight years of companionship couldn't be severed so easily. But from the day she embarked on her path of revenge, she knew this day would inevitably

arrive.

She turned and knelt before the person who approached, "Thank you for your teachings and nurturing, Master. Please grant this disciple's final request."

"Speak!"

"I...can I see Master's true face...I know it's against the rules, but the thought of never seeing Master again..."

The other person sneered, "You're a dying person, what future do you have?" With that, the person leaped away and vanished without a trace.

"Master..." Ao Ning cried out in despair.

Although her master had been very strict with her since childhood, having lost her father at a young age, she had always regarded him as her father. She never imagined...that she would still not see his

true face .

She tied up her long hair, slung her sword over her shoulder, and gazed one last time at the place where she had grown up.

Perhaps she would never return, but even in death, she would never forget this place; her life had meaning only here.

Could it be that she still lingered, reluctant to leave? No! Tonight, she was determined to risk her life. She would personally avenge the murder of her parents; this was the only day she would live.

The Underworld, as its name suggests, was a land of the dead. Its inhabitants were all people who no longer existed, mostly notorious figures in the martial arts world or criminals. No one knew why King Qiu Lie

of the Underworld had established the Underworld to harbor these people.

And speaking of King Qiu Lie himself, everyone trembled with fear. It was rumored that very few had ever seen him alive, and when he brandished his Underworld Sword, it was the end for that person.

Therefore, there was an unwritten rule in the martial arts world: once you caught up with someone in the Underworld, you were doomed. Those who dared to enter the Underworld possessed

a courage that feared not even death.

There was probably only one person in the world who dared to appear so brazenly at the gates of the Underworld, demanding that Qiu Lie come out and die—that person was

Ao Ning, whose family had been destroyed by him.

A group of martial arts enthusiasts, eager for a spectacle, gathered outside the city of the Underworld, discussing curiously—"How many levels do you think Miss Ao Ning will pass this time?"

"There are four levels. The first level is just a bunch of rabble, easy to handle. The trouble is the third level; Miss Ao Ning stumbled on the hidden weapon level last time."

"Is the hidden weapon level very difficult?"

"It's incredibly difficult! Any hidden weapon you can think of, it's all there."

"Heavens! I'd better bet on the Underworld King."

"But no one makes the same mistake twice. Having learned from last time, I think Miss Ao Ning should be able to pass the third level this time."

"Really? Okay! Then I'll bet on Miss Ao Ning to win."

"Wait… what about the second level?"

"Who guards the second level? Is he also a formidable figure?"

The other person pondered, "This person is no small fry either."

"How so?"

"The person guarding the second checkpoint is Qiu Jing, the King of the Underworld's younger sister. She's known as the 'Poison Queen,' capable of taking lives silently. However...

it's rumored that she saved Ao Ning's life four years ago when she was seriously injured, so the second checkpoint is easy to pass."

The listener scratched his head, puzzled. "Why would the King of the Underworld's sister save someone who wanted to kill her brother?"

"Well... I don't know either." How could ordinary people like them know the inside story?

"Ah? What if Qiu Jing doesn't intend to save her this time?"

"That's true! So who should I bet on?"

"You're so stupid! Why don't you bet on them all like I do? That way, even if you lose, you won't lose too badly."

"Oh! You're so smart, let's do it this way!"

Dark clouds obscured the moon, a cold wind howled, and the heavily guarded King of the Underworld, his torches flickering fiercely, seemed on high alert. At this moment, a figure

appeared before the gates of the Underworld City.

"When the Nether Sword is drawn, all martial arts under heaven bow their heads."

Ao Ning stared at the words on the plaque, her eyes narrowing, a murderous intent flashing within her. Without a word, she kicked

the , shattering it into several pieces in an instant. The surrounding martial artists were dumbfounded.

Then, she easily leaped into the Nether City, using her inner strength to project her voice, "Chou Lie! You turtle bastard, why don't you come out and die!"

Her words naturally reached the ears of the onlookers outside the city—"I think I should bet on the Nether King to win. She's provoked him like this; he'll

definitely kill her!" "

Oh dear! Wait a minute! The situation isn't clear yet; let's see what happens."

Ao Ning had barely finished speaking when a large number of soldiers, like ants, immediately surrounded her. Facing such a formidable force, her face showed no fear. The torches

illuminated her beautiful, aloof features clearly.

"How dare you! You're not allowed to run wild here!"

She glanced indifferently at the soldiers who were standing guard, and sneered, "Those who don't want to die, get lost."

"You brat! What a big mouth! You should save that for yourself!"

The soldiers, wielding various weapons, swarmed towards her.

Ao Ningwen remained unmoved, a smile playing on her lips. She slowly untied the bag from her back and drew a dazzling, incredibly sharp longsword, the blade

echoing the murderous aura emanating from her.

At that moment, several henchmen, wielding large swords, attacked from behind. She turned, and in a flash, the soldiers holding their swords stood frozen in place,

their expressions blank. A moment later, their bodies were severed in two at the waist.

She coldly looked at the corpses on the ground, flicked the blood off her sword, and spat out, "Foolish!"

The others gasped at the sight of their comrade's gruesome death.

Ao Ning coldly raised an eyebrow at them, "Anyone else want to try?"

"Hmph! With so many of us, we refuse to believe we can't subdue a brat!"

"That's right! Attack together!"

The words had barely left her lips when the clash of swords erupted. A dark figure moved with superhuman speed through the ranks, and as it moved from the center to the outside,

the stationary soldiers fell one after another, their heads severed.

Drops of blood from the silver sword fell to the ground, the thick stench of blood filling the air. Ao Ning's murderous gaze was like the terrifying sword in her hand. This

time it was her turn to step forward, while the remaining soldiers retreated

in fear. Silence fell over the surroundings, broken only by the sound of the wind and Ao Ning's footsteps. No one dared to take another step towards her.

She strode forward, and at that moment, the second city gate slowly opened. A clear, cold female voice came from above—"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Your murderous aura is truly

heavy!"

Ao Ning looked up and saw a woman in red standing high above, her robes billowing in the wind, smiling radiantly at her.

Ao Ning squinted. "Qiu Jing!"

Qiu Jing lightly leaped down from above, standing in front of her and scrutinizing her. "You've grown up, much taller, and look like a powerful adult now."

Ao Ning had no interest in small talk. "What? Are you trying to stop me?"

Qiu Jing smiled. "You know I would never stop you. If I were, I wouldn't have saved you four years ago."

Ao Ning looked at her coldly. "So... you want me to repay your kindness?"

"Ha! You want repayment?"

Ao Ning coldly turned her almond-shaped eyes away. "Impossible!" If she weren't that person's sister, perhaps she would...

Qiu Jing wasn't surprised by her answer at all. "I never thought you'd come back."

"Hmph! I won't come unless Qiu Lie dies!"

Qiu Jing looked at her calmly. "You don't think it's that simple, do you?"

Ao Ning looked wary. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Qiu Jing pointed inside. "Even if you get past me, there are still traps and mechanisms waiting for you inside. Are you sure you can get through them?"

Four years ago, she almost died inside. In order to get through the traps and mechanisms, she had been working desperately hard for the past four years.

"If I wasn't confident I could get through, I wouldn't have come."

Qiu Jing nodded approvingly. "It seems you're quite confident this time."

Ao Ning raised her eyebrows triumphantly. "I'm not the reckless girl I was four years ago."

"It seems you haven't wasted these four years."

"I never waste my time, and I certainly don't have time to waste."

Indeed... compared to her four years ago, there was a hint of vicissitude between her brows. She must have suffered a lot. Qiu Jing looked at her, a hint of emotion in her heart. "Someone

! Open the door and let her in!"

"This... Princess... are you just going to let her through like this?"

Qiu Jing frowned. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

"Yes!"

The third door slowly opened, and Ao Ning walked through it again, thinking that no matter what awaited her inside, she would never back down. As long as she passed this hurdle,

she could kill the King of the Underworld.

After watching Ao Ning enter the trap array, Qiu Jing silently returned to the Underworld Palace and came to Qiu Lie's side.

"What are you going to do? This time she seems very confident in passing..."

Qiu Lie raised an eyebrow. "You should ask her what she should do. The traps are easy to deal with, but people are difficult to deal with."

Qiu Jing looked at him, her gaze suddenly becoming deep. "If you really kill her, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life." Qiu

Lie smiled. "Then it depends on her performance. If she disappoints me too much, I don't know what she will do."

"You can't ruin her!" There was a hint of panic in Qiu Jing's tone.

Qiu Lie looked at her coldly, "What? You're so reluctant to part with her?"

"I feel like I really don't understand you. If you're going to kill her, why go through all this trouble? What exactly is Ao Ning to you?" Qiu Jing looked at him, trying to see through

the bottomless abyss of his heart.

Qiu Lie's eyes were cold. "Don't worry! I haven't had enough fun yet, how can I let her die so quickly, don't you think?"

Qiu Jing clenched her fists. "You..."

He narrowed his cold eyes. "Last time you saved her, you already ruined my plan."

Qiu Jing frowned upon hearing this. "What plan?"

Qiu Lie raised an eyebrow. "You don't need to know that. Just don't cause any more trouble this time."

"What are you up to?"

Qiu Lie looked inscrutable. He patted Qiu Jing's shoulder lightly. "What am I up to? Heh! You'll find out if you just keep watching."

Qiu Jing felt uneasy upon hearing this. "Qiu Lie..."

"What? Still not at ease?"

"You know... she's no match for you..."

"Don't worry! I'll give her back to you after playing around for a bit. Anyway, no matter how badly she's injured, you, the 'Poison Queen,'

can save her, right?"

"Qiu Lie..."

Watching Qiu Lie's departing figure, Qiu Jing pondered his words.

Although Qiu Lie was her brother, he often acted according to his mood, making it difficult even for her to predict his next move.

What would he do with Ao Ning?

Both of them were equally important to her; she didn't want to lose either. Looking down at the mechanical chamber below, a heavy sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

Ao Ning finally emerged from the chamber, but both her arms were hit by darts. While the injuries weren't severe, she had been too careless. She looked at her arms with annoyance.

Qiu Lie had been waiting at the door for a long time. He looked at the blood-soaked phoenix before him. "Truly impressive! I didn't expect you to have reached this point."

Ao Ning stared at the almost demonic-looking man before her. Four years ago, although she hadn't had the chance to fight him, she had seen him once, and she would never forget his appearance.

Long, casually flowing hair, a high nose bridge, cold, sharp eyes, and an overall sinister aura. His brows always held a disdainful air, and

a cold, mocking smile always played on his lips. When he wasn't smiling, he looked like a demon from hell, a vengeful figure.

He is Hades! But she is no ordinary person; not only is she not afraid of him, she has come to take his life.

"You know perfectly well why I'm here,"

Qiu Lie scoffed, acting as if it were none of his business. "Just here to take my life!"

"Unless I die, I will never stop trying to kill you." Ao Ning said, slowly drawing her sword. Qiu Lie

sneered, "After four years as a bounty hunter, you've become quite audacious."

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her eyes bloodshot, her face filled with murderous intent. "You'll soon understand who's being audacious!"

"Ha! How do you think you can defeat me?"

"Because good triumphs over evil!"

Qiu Lie laughed, "So you're saying you're righteous, and I'm evil?"

"A person with eyes can naturally distinguish between good and evil!"

Qiu Lie smiled at her, "I didn't expect that after four years of experience in the martial world, you've become so much more interesting. Now you can say some witty things, unlike the

silent girl ."

Ao Ning raised her sword and rushed towards him, "I don't have time to chat with you, take this!" A

fierce battle was about to break out, the chilling air instantly froze. Ao Ning used all her strength to slash the sword down at his face, but he easily blocked it with one hand.

The two were very close, she glared at him through gritted teeth, while he remained calm and composed, his sword not even drawn, his face completely at ease.

He said flippantly, "I didn't expect you to grow more and more beautiful, more and more like your mother. I was so enamored with my master's wife's beauty back then! It's just a pity that she

didn't love me."

"Shameless!" Upon hearing this, Ao Ning was furious, and she freed one hand to strike him.

Qiu Lie leaped onto the roof, still spouting his flippant words, "If I'm not mistaken, you're eighteen this year, right?"

Ao Ning followed, leaping onto the roof to confront him. "Enough with the nonsense!"

She launched a preemptive attack, but he blocked her several moves. He smiled eerily, "What?

Is that all you've got?"

Ao Ning was further enraged, increasing the speed of her sword strikes, each aimed at his vital points. Every time she seemed about to strike him, he easily dodged.

He was like a slippery snake; she wouldn't gain any advantage at this rate.

She somersaulted in mid-air, her sword energy sweeping across the roof tiles, sending several large holes flying. Then, she attacked him from both sides, using her hands and feet.

As expected, Qiu Lie was forced to retreat step by step, dodging the holes under his feet. He praised, "That's a good move! You know how to create an advantage in the terrain."

Ao Ning sneered triumphantly. At that moment, she suddenly saw a gap and, without hesitation, reached out to strike his forehead.

Unexpectedly, her hand was caught squarely. "Too naive!" Then, with a twist of his hand, he threw her off the roof.

Ao Ning tumbled in the air before landing safely. She cursed inwardly with a face full of frustration: Damn it! This guy is even harder to deal with than she imagined.

So far, she has been the one to attack, while he has only blocked. Even so, she hasn't gained the upper hand. Damn it! How damn it!

Qiu Lie leaped to the ground, a mysterious smile spreading across his face. "Enough playing around. Now it's time to get serious. Are you ready?"

Ao Ning retorted coldly, not to be outdone, "Bring it on!"

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour. Qiu Lie's hawk-like eyes blazed as he slowly drew his Netherworld Sword from its sheath. The

moment the sword was drawn, its sharp aura caused the rainwater it touched to vaporize, creating a billowing, awe-inspiring spectacle.

That…that was the legendary, terrifying Netherworld Sword…Ao Ning gripped the hilt tightly, suppressing her fear, bracing herself for battle.

The two faced each other, swords drawn, neither giving an inch. Then, Qiu Lie focused his energy on the sword's core, instantly gathering rainwater onto it. The rainwater swirled rapidly on the core

, forming a sword stream that shot out with lightning speed.

Ao Ning quickly leaped onto the roof to dodge his attack, her heart pounding as she looked at the large hole left in the wall where the sword strike had struck.

Qiu Lie followed, leaping onto the roof as well, looking at her pale face with satisfaction.

"Now you know how much difference there is between our strengths. You'd better leave while you still can!"

Having come this far, how could she back down? "Child's play!"

"It seems you really don't know your own limitations, so... don't blame me..."

Qiu Lie's face turned cold as he swung his sword towards her. The sword wind whistled, and the glazed tiles on the roof flew up, striking her head-on.

Ao Ning used the blade to block the sharp tiles that fell like leaves. A few that she couldn't block in time grazed her face and body, leaving several bloody marks.

Qiu Lie raised an eyebrow. "That sword is pretty good! If it were an ordinary sword, it would have been riddled with holes by now."

Ao Ning looked at him warily. "This sword is definitely not inferior to the Netherworld Sword!" "

Is that so? You're quite arrogant. How long can you hold out with it?"

Before he finished speaking, a huge water ball mixed with rainwater and tiles appeared in his hand. It attacked her with great speed and force. Before she could dodge, she was

hit fell heavily off the roof along with the water ball.

She clutched her aching chest, coughed up a mouthful of blood, soaking her front, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Oh dear! I, Qiu Lie, have always been very chivalrous towards women. This is all your own doing."

Ao Ning wiped the blood from her mouth and slowly stood up. "If you think you can defeat me like this, you're too naive."

She gripped the hilt of her sword and charged at him again. In the pouring rain, the sword flashed and clashed, sending bursts of blue light flying. Just then, Qiu Lie struck her chest with force, sending her sliding

back several feet again.

Ao Ning crashed into the wall and fell to the ground in a sorry state, her whole body aching as if it had been slashed open. The technique he used was something she had never seen before. How could one

person wield a sword and a palm strike at the same time... and with such power, it was truly terrifying...

Qiu Lie looked at Ao Ning, whose face was pale but whose defiant eyes still glared at him. "Those who can die under the Netherworld Sword are true heroes. It seems your luck is not bad."

Ao Ning struggled to maintain her broken consciousness, enduring the pain all over her body as she tried to get up. "I... I haven't fallen yet..."

Qiu Lie looked at her and chuckled, tossing the Netherworld Sword aside. "You truly disappoint me. I even prepared the Netherworld Sword, only to find your abilities are limited to this.

I've only used a few moves, and you're already exhausted!"

At this moment, a water sphere was forming in his hand, growing larger and larger.

Seeing this, Ao Ning broke out in a cold sweat. She was no match for him; their martial arts were far too disparate. If this continued, she would truly die.

She decided to abandon the fight and flee. Her lightness skill was quite good; she should be able to escape.

She gathered her energy and flipped onto the top of the gate, but as she prepared to move forward, Qiu Lie appeared before her.

She was terrified and astonished. Could it be? What kind of monster was he…?

Qiu Lie grinned wickedly at her, "It's too late to leave now!"

Ao Ning quickly turned in another direction, but as soon as she turned around, Qiu Lie stood before her. She stared, speechless with horror.

"So you're finally scared? Heh! Today you can't escape even if you grow wings."

Ao Ning was about to raise her sword to attack when she found her neck gripped with lightning speed. She struggled to breathe, unable to even scream, only able

to watch Qiu Lie's wicked, bloodthirsty expression.

Qiu Lie whispered in her ear, "You've lost!" Then he tightened his grip.

Ao Ning felt her vision blur, and then she fell unconscious.

Only then did Qiu Lie release her, catching her sliding body.

The rain continued to fall, and the blood-soaked phoenix in his arms had its eyes tightly closed. With a large hand, he scooped her up and carried her into the Underworld Palace.

The Underworld King had won this round completely, and Ao Ning hadn't even left the city gates. The martial arts world sighed with regret, for who knew when the next good show would begin

; as for Ao Ning's future, no one dared to even think about it.

Chapter Two

. At dawn, birdsong filled the air outside the window. Qiu Jing, carrying a bowl of medicine, saw a figure sitting on the railing outside. She quickly put down the medicine, took off her coat, and

draped it over the figure.

"Your injuries have just healed, and you're sitting outside in the wind? This won't do! Come inside!"

Ao Ning looked directly at the soft whispers outside. "Why didn't he kill me?"

Qiu Jing sighed, looking at her. "Let me help you inside first, we'll talk inside..."

Ao Ning stood up and took two steps back defensively. "Don't pretend to be kind. What...what is your purpose in doing this?"

"Ao Ning..." What purpose could she have?

Ao Ning's almond-shaped eyes widened. "Why have you saved me time and time again? What tricks are you and your brother playing? I've already lost, I should have died long ago,

why am I still alive?"

Qiu Jing stared silently at the splashing rain outside. "Do you know why your name is Ao Ning?"

Ao Ning looked at her with utter confusion, not understanding why she had spoken so bluntly, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

"When you were born, it was in the clouds. Your teacher's wife happened to see a frozen plum blossom in the snow. Even though it was covered in ice, the plum blossom still

bloomed tenaciously and uncompromisingly. She hoped that her daughter could be as beautiful and strong as the plum blossom."

Hearing her talk about her mother, Ao Ning looked shocked and puzzled. "Teacher's wife?"

Qiu Jing's eyes were a little red. "The older you get, the more you look like your teacher's wife. Seeing you is like seeing her..."

Qiu Jing was right. From the few memories she had left, her mother had always loved flowers. There was always a sea of flowers in front of the house where they used to live. Her mother always stood in

the sea of flowers and smiled so brightly... Ao Ning thought back to the past.

Qiu Jing brought the medicine into the house. "Come in quickly! The medicine is getting cold."

Ao Ning followed her in. "You called me Mother...Master's Wife?"

Qiu Jing looked at her but didn't answer. She only said, "Take your medicine quickly!"

Ao Ning seemed to understand. "No wonder you saved me."

"Master's Wife has always been very good to me..."

Hatred welled up in Ao Ning's eyes. "So you saved me to repay a debt of gratitude? Or to wash away Qiu Lie's crimes?"

Looking at Ao Ning's hate-filled face, Qiu Jing felt a pang of sadness. She had a thousand words in her heart, but she could only look at her with sorrowful eyes.

Ao Ning pressed on relentlessly, "If you truly appreciate the kindness my parents showed you, you should put aside your family ties and help me kill Qiu Lie!"

"The medicine's cold, drink it quickly!"

Ao Ning blocked her way. "Is it because he's your brother that you can't bring yourself to do it?"

Qiu Jing looked at her with difficulty. "It's not like that…you don't understand…"

Before she could finish, a large hand grabbed her shoulder. "You're absolutely right. I'm her only living relative. Not only will she not kill me, she

'll help me kill you."

The speaker was none other than Qiu Lie, whom Ao Ning hated to the core.

Qiu Jing stared at him, her expression complex. Qiu Lie

took the bowl of medicine from her hand. "This is none of your business, go away!"

Qiu Jing looked at Ao Ning and said, "Rest after you finish your medicine! Although the surface wounds have healed, the internal injuries still need time to heal." With that, she

quickly left.

As soon as Qiu Jing left, Ao Ning immediately turned around, drew the sword hanging on the wall, and launched a flurry of attacks at him. Qiu Lie

, holding the medicine bowl, easily dodged the blows, not spilling a single drop of the medicine.

Ao Ning's internal injuries hadn't healed, and she couldn't muster any internal strength. After only a few moves, she was drenched in cold sweat, leaning against the wall, almost unable to breathe, the sharp pain in her chest lingering.

Qiu Lie raised an eyebrow and smiled at her, "Looks like you're in pretty good spirits!"

She clutched her chest, panting, and glared at him, "Why did you save me?! Why didn't you kill me?" "

You're already dead. You should know that those who stay in the Underworld are essentially gone from the world of the living, so you're already dead."

Ao Ning sneered, "I'm not like those cowardly rats who stay in the Underworld just to survive!"

He scoffed, "You seem to have underestimated the Underworld. This isn't a place you can come and go as you please."

She looked disdainful, "Is that so? Once I'm healed, I refuse to believe I can't leave."

"Even if I didn't stop you, do you think you could get through those three more trials and get out of here with your body like that?"

Ao Ning squinted. "You think I'm afraid?"

He raised an eyebrow and slowly walked towards her. "Of course you're not afraid. You only fear one thing in your life, and that is not being able to kill me and avenge yourself."

She pointed her sword at him. "Don't come any closer..."

He braced himself against the wall with one hand and handed her the medicine with the other. "This medicine was brewed for you by Qiu Jingtian before dawn. You'd better drink it quickly."

Ao Ning turned her head away, looking disdainful. "You think I'd be grateful to her? Too bad I can't kill you. If I could, the second thing I'd do is kill her!"

Qiu Lie chuckled. "What a pity! You don't even have the strength to kill a chicken now."

Ao Ning was furious at his words and raised her sword to cleave the medicine bowl in his hand in two. But when her sword came crashing down, just two inches from the bowl, he

caught it with two fingers.

Ao Ning was shocked. She tried to pull her sword back, but she couldn't.

Qiu Lie smiled and, with a sudden burst of strength, snapped her sword in two.

Ao Ning was dumbfounded. This was the sword her master had given her, the sword that had accompanied her through countless life-and-death battles over the years, a sword that could cut through iron like mud, yet he had broken it with such ease.

Qiu Lie lifted her chin, looking at her horrified expression. "Now do you realize how much our strength differs? No matter how hard you try, you

can't me, while killing you is as easy as crushing an ant for me."

Ao Ning looked at him disdainfully. "You stole the Netherworld Sword Manual created by my father, and you really won gloriously!"

Qiu Lie laughed loudly. "What? You're outmatched in skill, so you resort to empty words?"

She shook off his hand. "I'm just stating the facts; you can't stand the truth!"

"It seems you haven't wasted these past few years; at least you've learned how to talk your way out of things."

Ao Ning was speechless with anger, her hand holding the broken sword trembling slightly. "You…"

"The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. All you say is to show your unwillingness to accept defeat!"

"I'm not reconciled! How can I be satisfied without defeating you?!"

He squinted at her for a long while, then said with a smile in his eyes, "It seems you really hate me."

Hatred welled up in her eyes. "I hate... I hate that I can't kill you with my own hands!"

"If you don't take your medicine properly, you'll never be able to kill me." He handed her the medicine again.

Ao Ning took the bowl and drank it down without saying a word. "I won't give up! As long as I live, I will never give up killing you!"

He lifted her chin. "That's how it should be. Come and kill me! Without you, my assassin, my days will be incredibly boring. Don't let..."

"I've waited too long." With that, he turned and left.

Ao Ning was furious, staring at the broken sword in her hand. He had actually broken the most important thing to her—not just a sword, but something her master had given her,

something of great significance to her…

Damn Chou Lie! Just you wait! One day she would tear off his arrogant mask, she would make him kneel and beg for mercy!

Another month passed. Ao Ning had been in the Underworld for two months, spending her days in idleness, making her feel like her bones were about to break.

She picked up a dry twig and began to practice in the courtyard.

Her hands and feet no longer felt so heavy. Then she tried to gather her inner strength. Her blood gradually boiled, and heat began to spread from the extremities to

the center of her body. Just then, a sharp pain shot through her chest, and she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"What are you doing? You can't use your internal energy yet; you need to rest for another month."

Ao Ning shook off Qiu Jing's hand. "I don't need your help."

Qiu Jing sighed. "Haste makes waste; you should understand that. You need to be patient and recover."

Ao Ning looked impatient. "Are you saying I have to stay here forever?"

"This is currently the safest place for you."

Ao Ning scoffed. "Seeing your hypocritical face every day makes me want to vomit. Although my internal injuries are still there, I'm more than capable of getting out of here."

Qiu Jing's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. "No way! Don't you know how many people outside the Underworld Palace are waiting to kill you? Not to mention you're injured!"

Ao Ning sneered. "Do you think I won't leave just because you say that?"

"Ao Ning..."

"Please don't call me by my name so casually! Don't think that just because you've saved me time and time again, I'll thank you."

"I don't want your gratitude; I just want you to be safe."

"Hmph! Staying here will make me safe?"

"At least... I can protect you."

Ao Ning seemed to find something amusing. "You protect me? Ha! The sister of my enemy says she'll protect me? That's utterly ridiculous!"

Qiu Jing lowered her head. "Think what you want. I know you won't listen to me, but I'll still say it."

Ao Ning looked at Qiu Jing, as if she had thought of something. "If you really want to help me, you'd be more useful telling me where Qiu Lie hid the Nether Sword Manual

."

Qiu Jing stared at Ao Ning in surprise. "The manual..."

"My purpose here isn't just to kill him, but also to reclaim my father's manual and the Nether Sword he created. That master-killer doesn't deserve to possess it; his

existence is an insult to my father!"

"Is your purpose really just to reclaim the manual?"

"If I can master the Nether Sword, I can kill him."

Qiu Jing sighed. "Or is it for revenge..."

Ao Ning became angry. "Nonsense! I've only lived for one purpose: to kill Qiu Lie!"

"Why? Even if Qiu Lie dies, your parents won't come back to life. Is this the only path you can take?"

"Hmph! Are you trying to persuade me to give up? The dead aren't your family; you don't understand that kind of pain. Of course, you can make it sound so easy."

Faced with her accusations, Qiu Jing felt incredibly wronged. "No… I'm in pain too… I'm even more in pain than you…"

Ao Ning squinted at her. "Don't make me laugh! How could you, living such a life of luxury, possibly be in pain?" Qiu

Jing looked at her and sighed quietly. Ao Ning, focused solely on revenge, wouldn't listen to anything she said.

"You won't get the sword manual."

Ao Ning frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Because there isn't a sword manual at all."

"You're lying! How could there not be a sword manual?"

"I'm not lying to you. Countless people in the world want the Netherworld Sword Manual. To prevent it from being leaked, your father never intended to write it in the first place."

Ao Ning looked shocked. "What…"

"Only one person in the world possesses the sword manual, and that person is Qiu Lie. If you want the manual, you'll have to ask him for it yourself."

Ao Ning laughed loudly. "You actually dare to say such a lie? I'm not a three-year-old child, so easily fooled!"

Her words severely hurt Qiu Jing. "In your eyes, am I just a person who craves wealth and status?"

"After all, you're living such a comfortable life now because of him. If something happens to him, you might have to go back to the hard times you used to live…"

Qiu Jing interrupted her sarcastic words. "I'm not afraid of hardship. I just want to live with a clear conscience."

"As an accomplice to the murder of a master, can you really feel at ease now?"

Qiu Jing closed her eyes in pain, taking several deep breaths. She hadn't expected herself to be so despicable in Ao Ning's eyes. If she could, she really wanted to tell the whole

truth , but...

"If you really want the sword manual so badly, go ask him for it yourself!"

"How could he possibly give it to me?"

"That's hard to say. If he wanted to kill you, he could have done it back then."

"That's because he's too arrogant and conceited. He thinks I can never beat him. He doesn't want to let me go. His only goal is to make me suffer." That

despicable bastard!

Has it finally come to this? "Qiu Lie has long been invincible. Perhaps his only expectation is to be defeated. Maybe he'll be willing to give you

the sword manual ."

Ao Ning chuckled. "How could that be?! I'm the one who's going to kill him. Does he want me to teach him how to kill him?" Qiu

Jing took out something. "I've asked the best master in the Underworld to fix this sword for you." After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Ao Ning opened the cloth bag, drew her sword, and saw the sword, broken by Qiu Lie, lying perfectly intact before her.

When did Qiu Jing take the sword? Why was she being so kind to her? Recalling Qiu Jing's words just now only deepened her confusion; she could never understand

the behavior …

Late at night, Qiu Jing entered the underworld pavilion where Qiu Lie lived. Music and women's laughter drifted from within. The dancing women were only covered by thin veils, almost completely naked. Qiu Lie lay

on a chair, surrounded by a group of alluring women vying to serve him.

Hearing footsteps, everyone turned to look at her.

Qiu Lie looked up from the pile of women, "Who is it? It's my lovely and beautiful sister."

Upon seeing Qiu Jing, the women straightened their disheveled clothes and bowed, "Greetings, Princess!"

Qiu Lie hooked his arm around one woman's waist, his hand wandering improperly, eliciting a coquettish laugh from her, "Your Majesty..."

"Why are you in such high spirits to see me tonight?"

Qiu Jing asked coldly, "I have something to say to you."

"Say what you have to say now."

Looking at his dismissive expression, Qiu Jing's anger rose, "Is this the kind of life you want?"

Qiu Lie laughed loudly, "Of course it's what I want! Now I have everything I want! Who in the world isn't afraid of me? What? Did I skimp on your clothes or food?

Did you come here just to complain?"

Seeing that a conflict seemed imminent between the two, the women, who were always good at reading people, wisely retreated.

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, Qiu Lie shouted at them in a frivolous manner, "Don't go... come back..."

Qiu Jing approached him coldly, "Do you really have everything you want? Then tell me what you want?"

Qiu Lie looked at her and sneered, "So you really came here today to argue with me?"

Over the years, seeing his decadent and dissolute behavior, she had long been disheartened. "You're living such a pathetic life, you might as well be dead."

He stood up, squinting his eyes. "You'd better not be so presumptuous!"

"What? Is the truth hard to bear?"

He grabbed her collar and pulled her in front of him. "You're already the princess of the Underworld, what's there to complain about?!"

"Do you think I care about this title? I was poor when I was young, but I was poor with ambition and dreams. Now I don't even know what I'm living

for !" Thinking of the good young man he used to be, full of ambition and ideals, and comparing him to the alcoholic who numbs himself with alcohol every night, seeing him like this made her

feel worse than death.

Qiu Lie laughed heartily, "Who says people must have dreams? People can live without dreams."

"A road without dreams is a dead end."

"So what? Even a dead end is a brilliant path."

"Is that so? Then teach the Nether Sword to Ao Ning!"

Qiu Lie looked at her, "Didn't you always insist that she shouldn't learn the Nether Sword?"

Qiu Jing sighed deeply, "I was too naive. What's meant to happen will happen. Humans can't fight against fate."

Her words left Qiu Lie speechless for a long time before he finally said, "She... asked you for it?"

"You decide! I'm going to Wanfo Temple tomorrow, I don't know when I'll be back." Qiu Jing finished speaking and shook him off, striding away. No matter

how strong she was, she couldn't bear to watch two people kill each other; she couldn't do it!

Qiu Lie sat back down, picked up the wine jug, and poured it into his mouth. Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, a smile appeared on his lips.

Heaven seemed to have finally let him go, finally freed him…

Chapter Three

“Ning’er! Mother believes you will live on strongly, you are stronger than your mother…” After the woman finished speaking, she smiled and ran towards the cliff before jumping.

No…don’t go…take her with you, she doesn’t want to stay, she doesn’t want to stay, her life is so bitter, so tiring…Mother…Mother…”

Ao Ning sat up in bed, her face already wet with tears. Every time she had this dream, she would lose control of her emotions.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a faint sound. Before she could wipe away her tears, she drew the long sword from under her pillow and slashed towards the source of the sound without saying a word.

But her hand holding the sword was firmly grasped. She turned her head and saw that the person was none other than Qiu Lie, whom she hated to the bone.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing her tear-streaked face in the moonlight, his gaze became complicated. Memories of the past rushed before him: the hardships of birth, the heartbreak of death,

and facing this person who had repeatedly told him to die. The face of the deceased seemed to overlap with the one before him.

He released her hand. "Are you still plagued by nightmares?"

Ao Ning quickly wiped away her disheveled tears. "It's none of your business!"

Qiu Lie turned to leave without a word, but Ao Ning called out to him, "Wait! What are you doing here? Are you going to heal me and then kill me

?"

What did he want? Even he himself wanted to know the answer to this question. After listening to Qiu Jing's words, he unconsciously ended up in Ao Ning's room. For some reason,

he just wanted to see her...

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Lie turned around and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Did you think I came to ambush you?"

Ao Ning said with a face full of resentment, "Who knows! What wouldn't you do?!"

Qiu Lie nodded with a smile, then reached out and grabbed her neck with lightning speed. She didn't even have time to react before she was forcibly pulled in front of him.

He sneered, "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut! This is my territory, I can come and go as I please."

Ao Ning's eyes blazed with anger, her fists clenched, and she glared at him with furrowed brows. "You despicable scoundrel!"

"I never said I was a gentleman!"

"Hmph! You don't deserve it! All you do is steal other people's things, take what belongs to others, and then proclaim yourself the King of the Underworld. One day, when the world knows your

true colors , they will definitely despise you."

Qiu Lie squinted at her. "What... I seem to see a spoiled child who can't get candy?"

"You..." What she hated most was his arrogant and dismissive attitude towards her.

He laughed, releasing her neck. "Do you really think that just because you have the sword manual, you can master it and kill me? That's ridiculous."

Ao Ning sneered. "Actually, you're just afraid, afraid that I'll kill you if I get the manual."

Qiu Lie chuckled. "You really want the sword manual that badly?"

"I don't just want the manual, I want to kill you!"

Qiu Lie nodded. "I can teach you. I know the sword manual in my mind perfectly."

Ao Ning looked at him in disbelief. Had she heard him correctly? He said… he was willing to teach her…

Qiu Lie sneered, “Don’t be too happy yet. You have to pay the price for what you want.”

She knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She asked warily, “What price?”

“Are you willing to pay any price just to learn the Nether Sword?”

Ao Ning answered without hesitation, “That’s right!”

He nodded with a smile, “Very good!”

Before Ao Ning could speak, he enveloped her, forcing her against the wall. He wickedly stroked her face. The night wind blew into

the room , and her black hair swayed gently, highlighting her snow-white face. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, dazzling him.

Faced with his sudden action, Ao Ning was completely at a loss. “You…”

He moved closer to her face, almost touching her nose, “Even if the price is terrible, are you willing?”

Ao Ning looked at him, his cold and evil eyes filling her with fear, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

Her small, delicate lips were naturally red, and her breath, hot from nervousness, brushed against his face, inexplicably intoxicating him. His blood boiled,

desire surged through every vein, and a flame flickered in his eyes.

His expression was unusual, chilling Ao Ning to the bone. Her body trembled involuntarily; under his control, she felt the air around her thin.

Then, her lips were instantly captured; he kissed her passionately, his tongue forcefully claiming the softness of her lips.

Completely ignorant of matters of the heart, Ao Ning froze, all consciousness seemingly fading away in an instant.

Her naive reaction only fueled Qiu Lie's desire, and he deepened and prolonged the kiss. Her sweetness drove him mad; besides her lips, he also kissed her

cheeks, ears, and neck…

Ao Ning leaned against the wall, struggling to breathe, her body limp. She could almost feel his tongue roaming wantonly and passionately over her neck. What did he want

to do ? What did he want to do to her?

Her head grew heavier and heavier, as if sinking into deep water. Her hands went from clenching tightly to hanging limply. Suddenly, her drooping hands touched

something , and a slight pain pulled her shattered will back

to reality. The man on top of her remained unrestrained. She grabbed the vase she had touched and, without a word, smashed it over his head! Qiu

Lie, lost in her sweet scent, had no idea and was caught off guard, struck squarely.

Ao Ning quickly used this opportunity to push him away, tumbling to grab the sword lying on the ground, pointing it at him while straightening her disheveled clothes. This lecher!

When had she been stripped down to only a bodice?

A bloody welt appeared on Qiu Lie's forehead. Amidst his laughter, a hint of admiration flickered in his eyes. "Not bad! You're the first

woman who can slip through my fingers and even hurt me."

Ao Ning, enraged, raised her sword to stab him. "I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"

But before she could even exchange two blows, Qiu Lie spun around, knocking the sword from her hand. He pinned her to the bed, grabbing her hands high, his posture even more suggestive than

before .

He looked at her with utterly lewd eyes, his hands roaming over her face. "Are you willing to kill me? If you kill me, you'll never master the Nether Sword."

Ao Ning shook her head from side to side, trying to break free from those unruly hands. "Let me go! Let me go!"

he sneered. "How much do you want to learn the Nether Sword? I'd like to see."

Ao Ning roared at him, "Let me go!"

His large hand untied the straps of her bodice and then directly grasped her breasts.

This action startled her, causing her to scream, "Stop! Let me go!"

Qiu Lie thoroughly enjoyed the woman struggling in his

arms

. "For the Nether Sword, weren't you willing to do anything? Even if I took your body, you would have been willing, wouldn't you?" Ao Ning's eyes widened, looking at him with a mixture of hatred and anger. He wasn't human... he was a demon from hell...

Qiu Lie released her hands. "What? You don't want to learn anymore? I knew you were just saying it."

Hearing this, Ao Ning sat up from the bed, stood in front of him, and boldly took off the rest of her clothes. Then she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and looked completely at his mercy

.

Qiu Lie let out a triumphant laugh. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Don't you have any shame? How can you

expose your breasts ?"

Ao Ning opened her eyes, filled with hatred. "I'd do anything to kill you!"

He laughed. "Very good! The more a woman hates me, the more she arouses my desire."

Ao Ning closed her eyes, telling herself to just treat it like being bitten by a dog, to grit her teeth and bear it. All the suffering she had endured in the past was nothing compared to this.

Qiu Lie deliberately lit the candles. "I'm going to take a good look at you!"

Then he unceremoniously tasted her body, his hands ruthlessly kneading her graceful form. Her firm breasts, slender waist, and

the taut muscles honed from years of martial arts training made her feel unlike any other woman.

Ao Ning wanted to become a numb puppet, but under his relentless teasing, her whole body felt like it was on fire, like ants were gnawing at her. She was in pain and helpless,

not knowing what to do.

"I never imagined you had such a sweet body. I was right not to kill you."

He kissed her exquisite breasts, his tongue licking her pink nipples, his mouth constantly sucking and gently biting them, his thumbs pinching and kneading.

Ao Ning felt humiliated and ashamed, shaking her head repeatedly in discomfort. She frowned, biting her lower lip tightly, trying to dispel the tingling sensation boiling beneath her skin.

Qiu Lie continued to torment her full breasts with unrestrained pleasure, then his hands slowly moved downwards, gently caressing the virgin territory covered by the dark forest.

Ao Ning pulled her legs up, "No..."

Qiu Lie looked at her and chuckled, "I can stop now if you want."

Ao Ning's eyes reddened with anger. She closed her eyes again and silently spread her legs; his fingers penetrated her genitals, his thumb gently pressing her clitoris. At this moment,

she could no longer bear it and gasped.

Parting the dense forest, his fingers parted the clitoris, and he gently rubbed her clitoris.

"No woman can remain silent beneath me, and you're no exception."

Ao Ning could no longer hold back her screams. "Ah... um... ahh..." It felt like an electric current was surging through her body, making her numb and itchy, with a

strange pleasure slowly rising deep within her.

Watching Ao Ning suffer in the throes of desire, Qiu Lie's expression was one of immense pleasure. "How is it? This feeling is quite comfortable, isn't it? You'll soon fall in love with it."

Ao Ning wanted to retort, but when he lowered his head and licked her clitoris with his tongue, the intense and overwhelming pleasure instantly overwhelmed her, leaving only barely audible moans.

"Ahhh... oh... um..."

The pleasure in her lower body caused her to arch her back slightly, unconsciously spreading her thighs, seemingly anticipating more.

He greedily sucked her nectar, "Mmm...so sweet...I didn't expect you to be so sweet..."

Ao Ning tilted her head back and gasped for breath, "Ahhh...ahhh..."

"So sensitive...so wet...mmm..."

Then he inserted his middle finger into her vagina. As soon as his finger entered, she gripped it tightly. This ecstatic feeling made his lower body throb with pain. Then

his finger began to slide, causing her to scream in despair.

With the friction, a surge of heat rushed through Ao Ning's body, and passionate fluids kept flowing out, staining his finger.

"Ah...mmm...oh..."

His slow sliding was driving her crazy. She couldn't help but let out lewd moans. Her body was acting against her will, feeling a strange excitement. She hated

herself for this, but she couldn't stop herself. Humiliating tears kept sliding down her half-closed eyes.

"What? Can't take it?"

He quickened the movement of his finger. Her tears kept falling. She could no longer endure this torment.

Ao Ning screamed, "No...no—"

Qiu Lie pulled out his finger, and a powerful sense of loss suddenly overwhelmed her.

Just then, a series of muffled thunderclaps sounded outside the window. Ao Ning stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

Qiu Lie looked at the tears in her eyes, suppressing the stinging pain in his heart. "You can't even endure this little bit of hardship, what do you want to learn about the Nether Sword?" With that, he

left.

At that moment, a torrential downpour began. Ao Ning lay blankly on the bed, biting her lower lip tightly, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and finally,

she couldn't hold .

Father…Mother…did you give birth to me…just so I could live like this?

Thinking of that face she hated, the resentment in her heart couldn't be described by the single word "hate."

She had to kill him…she absolutely had to kill him…all the pain and humiliation he had brought her…no matter how long it took, she had to kill him…[The End]

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