Goddess of Death

Inside the Biluo Palace, crumpled papers littered the floor, and brushes and ink lay scattered haphazardly on the table. The wooden window was half-open, letting in a gust of wind that rustled the papers. Pei Yuhan lay on a long bench, her wide sleeves folded in front of her, her loose robes billowing, her beautiful hair cascading down the back of the chair to the floor.

Although it was daytime, candles still burned in the palace, their flames seemingly burning until the very last wick.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, its surface shrouded in mist.

On the table lay another sheet of paper, bearing the words: "I love no one."

Meanwhile, in a separate wooden pavilion, Yu Xiaotang was peeling a papaya.

It was a specialty variety, only available in early spring, long and oval-shaped, with a refreshing and delicious taste.

Today, Yu Xiaotang had bought a basket of them and moved a chair to the doorway to eat with Zhong Hua.

While they were eating, Yu Xiaotang suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?" and looked angrily at Zhong Hua: "Why is one of the melons missing?" "Huh?" Zhong Hua looked confused.

Yu Xiaotang leaned closer, holding a melon in her hand, as if pointing a sword at him, and said, "Tell me quickly, did you steal it!"

Zhong Hua shrugged and laughed, "Do I look that bored?" Yu Xiaotang stared at him for a while longer before reluctantly counting the melons again, puzzled, "There is indeed one missing. I remember there were twenty-six when I bought them, and we ate three. Why are there only twenty-two left now?"

Zhong Hua knew that once Xiaotang suspected him, he would have no way to explain himself, so he immediately changed the subject:

"Could it be those two who stole it? The two who recently arrived at the Cold Palace?" Yu Xiaotang was even angrier. "That's our grandmaster, a great sword saint of the Tong Sheng realm! How could he do such a thing? If you slander my grandmaster again, I'll beat you up!"

Zhong Hua said, "Then it could also be that sister."

Yu Xiaotang shook his head. "No, that sister is also a god-like figure. Why would she steal my melon?" Zhong Hua smiled knowingly. "Maybe she has some special use for it." Yu Xiaotang looked even more puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Zhong Hua smiled knowingly, but refused to answer.

...

Everything in the Northern Palace proceeded in an orderly fashion.

On each floor, one group of them sealed off all the corridors as usual, while the other group searched each room for high-level armor and weapons. Only after the ever-burning lights on that floor went out did they move on to the next floor, and so on.

Cheng Ping still couldn't find any trace of Lin Xuanyan and Lu Jiajing.

"On the second floor, we found a corpse with obvious sword wounds, and next to it was a head. The sword wound was extremely sharp and ruthless; only Lin Xuanyan could wield a sword so skillfully. That corpse may have said a lot before it died; Lin Xuanyan and his men may already know our plan," Chengping said slowly. "But knowing is one thing, how exactly did they avoid us?" "We can wait for them on the last floor. If they keep hiding and don't come out, we'll go out and seal off the North Mansion, letting them be devoured to death by the vengeful ghosts inside." "So, what floor are we on now?"

"Fourteenth floor."

"Four more floors. Let's see how long they can hide."

"People are in a state of turmoil lately. Many want to go straight to the last floor and leave. Or they want to wait for them there, instead of wasting time here and causing unnecessary anxiety." Chengping nodded. "People will go crazy if they stay in a confined space for too long. But we must be patient. If we really go to the last floor, people will definitely be in chaos. Right now, our cultivation levels are similar, and if a riot breaks out, they will easily find an opportunity to take advantage."...

The floors of the Northern Mansion are getting narrower and narrower. The number of corridors is also decreasing exponentially. By the fifteenth floor, there are only four corridors visible, and on the sixteenth floor, there are only two.

However, they still haven't found any trace of Lin Xuanyan and the others.

"People don't just disappear into thin air."

Chengping murmured to himself, looking at the murals of celestial maidens on the wall.

He had tried to add eyes to the murals, but they didn't come to life.

And when the ever-burning lamps went out, the murals would mysteriously disappear, as if the living were afraid of ghosts and gods.

"Only two floors left. If they insist on hiding, then seal off the Northern Palace and let them die here completely," a female cultivator said.

Chengping coldly replied, "I know you're eager to get out, but even in death, I hope to see their corpses."

Now on the sixteenth floor of the Northern Palace, there were only four stairwells to guard, all within easy reach.

The eternal flames of the lamps grew dimmer, flickering until they were about to go out.

Chengping ordered everyone, "Go downstairs."

The thirty-odd people breathed a slight sigh of relief and headed down.

Having been confined in this space for so long, their cultivation suppressed to below the seventh realm, it was naturally a cause for celebration that they could finally leave alive, no longer having to face these burning ghostly lamps all day.

The only regret was returning empty-handed.

But they no longer desired anything else.

Whether they could kill the couple was secondary to them. It was even less important than a delicious meal outside. Although the Northern Palace was rich in spiritual energy, allowing cultivators to go without food or drink, it was ultimately too bland.

Descending the high steps, he reached the seventeenth floor.

The seventeenth floor offered the same view: bronze walls, stone lamps shaped like whales, and the water columns overhead serving as the lamps.

Now Chengping understood that the changes in these stone lamps perhaps symbolized the creatures living in each level of the sea.

If he were merely a tourist, the Northern Palace would be like a vast museum, filled with countless beautiful details; but he was ultimately there to kill.

His footsteps landed on the seventeenth floor.

The whispering suddenly ceased.

In the eerie stillness of the air, Chengping slowly surveyed his surroundings.

The seventeenth floor had no entrance.

...

In the Azure Palace, Pei Yuhan's white robes were loose, the embroidered curtains on the jade couch were disheveled, and her elegant clothes and blankets were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

She lay on the bed, her sleeves hanging to the sides, her belt unbuckled, her wide robes flowing loosely.

She tilted her head back, her expression haggard. She held a gourd in her hand, half-conscious, half-asleep, her gaze unfocused.

Then she reached out her other hand, slicing and cutting, the cool slices of melon falling and scattering on her clothes, leaving damp stains, slightly chilly.

The skin was completely removed. Pei Yuhan looked at the size and shape, confirming it matched her memory. Then she sat up on the bed, lifted her hem, and reached her hand down her thigh. She pushed her underpants aside, then parted her legs slightly, extending the carefully sculpted melon between her thighs.

Ashamed to look at this, she covered herself with her clothes, simply following her instincts as she reached inside.

"Mmm…" she hummed softly, biting her lip slightly, feeling the coolness.

She arched her back slightly, closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and a little color finally returned to her pale face.

"Mmm… ah… mmm."

She pushed and pulled the guillotine in rhythm, gradually adjusting to the temperature. Her pace quickened, and through the thin hem of her skirt, the soft sound of water echoed in her ears. Between her legs, a warm, moist sensation filled the air.

She had tried many times with her fingers these past few days, but her flower-like opening remained perpetually dry. She had tried massaging it diligently, even reading erotic novels to aid her efforts, but it was always dry, like a dried-up well.

Now, with the insertion of the guillotine, it finally began to lubricate again.

The size was incredibly familiar, but the guillotine was ultimately inanimate, harder and colder. Even so, it still aroused her. She covered her mouth, and soft moans escaped from between her fingers, drifting faintly through the room.

As she became more familiar with the movements, Pei Yuhan began to gently twist Yu Gua, trying to scrape certain areas of her flesh. Her waist trembled slightly, and the blush on her cheeks gradually turned into a flush. Her delicate, snow-white skin was even more beautiful through her parted robes. The woman's other hand slipped inside her robes, reaching into her clothes. She was only wearing a white dress, not a bodice. Her fingers touched her soft, jade-like breasts, gently massaging along her skin, gradually penetrating deeper until they touched that slightly cool spot.

Her fingers gently twitched.

The woman groaned, slightly gritting her teeth, and inserted her other hand even deeper.

Her waist arched forward, her head tilted back slightly.

She tried repeatedly, but could not reach orgasm, always just a hair's breadth away. Knock,

knock, knock.

"Is Master there?"

A girl's voice sounded outside the door.

The woman was slightly startled. She instinctively pulled her hand out of her robes, pointed towards the window, and flicked towards the door.

The bamboo curtain fell with a swish, plunging the room into darkness. A long sword lying across the table rose up, swiftly flying to the spot where the door bolt had been.

Yu Xiaotang, carrying a small basket of melons, sensed the slight unease emanating from the room and asked, somewhat puzzled,

"Master, please open the door."

Pei Yuhan, her hands pressed between her legs, took a few deep breaths and tried to remain calm, saying, "Xiaotang, is something wrong?"

Yu Xiaotang replied, "I bought a lot of melons from the foot of the mountain and came to bring some to Master." Upon hearing the words "melons," Pei Yuhan instinctively tightened her legs. Startled by the knocking, she had already reached the edge of that line. Now, her fingers trembled, and she suddenly pressed her hand to her chest, then covered her mouth, her lips pressed tightly into a thin line.

Yu Xiaotang continued knocking on the door: "Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Pei Yuhan couldn't speak. Her body seemed to be hovering at a threshold, her lower body's fluids accumulating for months, poised to overflow. A feeling of full satisfaction firmly held the threshold, preventing the torrent of fluids that followed, yet this threshold seemed incredibly fragile, easily breached.

Pei Yuhan simply ignored it all, gripping the dipper and wildly thrusting it into her lower body, the speed extremely fast, sliding over soft flesh, piercing the core. As she pounded and thrust, her body suddenly trembled violently.

Her lips involuntarily opened silently, the moans suppressed in her throat, tightly choked back, while the trembling of her body was uncontrollable. After a violent spasm, her lower body's fluids gushed out, soaking her white dress.

Yu Xiaotang raised his hand, wanting to knock again, but then thought that his master might be troubled by something lately, and decided not to disturb her.

So she placed the basket of leftover melons at the door and said, "Master, I've left the melons at the door. Xiaotang is leaving now." A faint "hmm" came from inside.

Just as Yu Xiaotang was about to leave, Pei Yuhan's voice came from inside again.

"Xiaotang, have you been paying attention to your grandmaster's movements lately? Has anything happened?" Yu Xiaotang felt something was off about her master's voice, but didn't think much of it and simply replied, "Grandmaster went down the mountain a few days ago, and I casually asked him. He said he was going to find a blacksmith." There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Master, is there anything else?" Yu Xiaotang asked.

Pei Yuhan said, "That's all, thank you for your hard work, Xiaotang. Remember to tell Master if anything happens." Only after Yu Xiaotang's footsteps faded into the distance did Pei Yuhan finally release her grip, letting out a loud, soft moan. The remaining ampoule remained inside her flower-like opening; she was too lazy to remove it, simply lying there, exhausted, until the afterglow gradually dissipated. Then she reached out and gently wiped her cheek with the back of her hand; it was slightly hot.

Ignoring the wetness and mess below, she struggled to her feet, walked to the table, sat down, and began to write. The ink trembled slightly, as if she had unspoken sorrows.

Finally, she wrote a line of poetry: "The sun shines brightly on thousands of doors and windows, as new peachwood charms replace the old."

Later, she received a letter with a sword, also bearing a line of poetry: "A single encounter in white robes on a snowy night surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world."

But that was many years later.

On her way back, Yu Xiaotang happened to run into Ye Linyuan again. She held this legendary sword saint in high esteem and quickly bowed.

Ye Linyuan asked, "Xiaotang, did you go to see Yuhan?"

Yu Xiaotang nodded, "Yes, Master has been acting strangely lately… Oh, right, Master asked about you too." Ye Linyuan asked, "What did she ask?" Yu Xiaotang

said, "She just asked if Grandmaster had been out and about lately." Ye Linyuan asked, "And what did you say?"

Yu Xiaotang replied matter-of-factly, "Of course I told the truth. Grandmaster only went down the mountain once; the rest of the time he's been in the Cold Palace."

Ye Linyuan hummed in agreement, a hint of thought in his eyes.

Yu Xiaotang asked curiously, "What did Grandmaster go to see the blacksmith for? Was he going to forge a sword for Master?" Ye Linyuan replied, "We just had some past acquaintances, so I went to ask him what he'd been up to lately." Yu Xiaotang casually asked, "What else does the blacksmith do besides forging iron?" Ye Linyuan said, "Still forging iron, of course."

Yu Xiaotang found the joke a bit silly and obediently said "Oh." Ye Linyuan looked at the girl, a rare hint of amusement in his eyes, and said, "That blacksmith has not only forged several swords in the past few months, but also a pot."

Yu Xiaotang became more interested and asked curiously, "There's nothing strange about a blacksmith making an iron pot." Ye Linyuan didn't continue the topic. For the first time, he looked at the girl seriously and asked casually,

"Want to learn swordsmanship?"

...

The seventeenth floor should have had a corridor leading to the eighteenth floor.

But looking around, the floor was a somber black.

The stone lamps on the walls had transformed into long, serpentine ribbons, coiled and flickering with light.

Chengping arrived at the center of the seventeenth floor and looked down at the ground.

Then he bent down and gently knocked.

"This is the entrance to the eighteenth floor," Chengping said quietly. "The entrance is blocked." Everyone was shocked: "What?"

"Blocked by what?"

"What's blocking the entrance?"

"It looks like a lot of spear shafts, and shields, iron armor, swords, everything!" "Who did this? What do we do now?"

Chengping listened to the cacophony of voices, coldly staring at the things blocking the entrance, saying nothing.

So you were already waiting for me on the last floor.

He had meticulously planned every step of the way. Everyone was dressed in the best armor and the sharpest weapons that the Northern Prefecture could find. He thought that with just one encounter, he could crush his opponent.

Ignoring everyone's objections, and even delaying the grand plan to kill Shao Shenyun on the floating island outside, he slowly made his way here, only to find that his opponent was already waiting for him on the last floor.

He had been too slow.

Chengping clapped his hands loudly, striking the countless weapons blocking the entrance to the corridor.

After a muffled thud, those things remained firmly in place, unmoving.

He clenched his fist tightly, blood seeping from his right fingers.

"Chief, anger is useless now. They have blocked us here, but aren't they also at their wits' end? According to calculations, the eternal flame on this floor will be out for about an hour. An hour is enough for us to break through this barrier," an old man with white hair and beard said slowly.

Chengping tucked his hands into his sleeves, subtly rotating an iron arrow hidden within, and asked, "How do you suggest we do it?" The old man replied, "We'll divide into three groups of thirty, taking turns using swords and blades to dismantle this barrier. We'll rotate groups every so often. Once the outer shields and armor are removed, we'll use our magic to blast open the rest." Chengping nodded, "Let's do as you say." The seventeenth floor of the Northern Palace was filled with the sounds of clashing armor and blades. These cultivators, usually so ethereal and otherworldly, were now hacking at the iron and leather armor like farmers tilling the land, tearing it apart layer by layer after breaking or loosening it.

Throughout the entire process, everyone was consumed by one thought: to tear the person responsible for this to pieces.

Half an hour later, all the shields and armor had been stripped away.

Looking down, however, all they saw was still darkness.

"What are those?" someone asked.

"Looks like spears?"

"Where did so many iron spears come from?"

"Hiss... We haven't found any spears along the way..." "I want to kill him..." "

These iron spears are blocking the entire entrance vertically, and the other end is probably directly against the stairs. With our current cultivation level, how can we move this huge bundle of iron spears?"

"It seems there's no other way but to look down from above and crush them by the roots." Chengping arrived at the entrance and looked down. Countless spear tips were pointing vertically at him. Even in the darkness, he could still feel the chilling glint emanating from them.

Chengping said, "Using these iron spears to block the entrance does seem impenetrable, but they're actually like a bundle of chopsticks. It's difficult to pull out just one, but if we do, the entire structure will instantly collapse."

Chengping concluded, "Therefore, we only need to destroy one of the iron spears." "That's true, but even pulling one out is easier said than done." Chengping's hand rested on his sleeve, a golden thread on his black and gold robe emitting a scorching golden light, twisting and turning within the robe like a golden dragon leaping and rolling in dark clouds. He forcefully pulled the golden thread from the robe, shooting it straight towards the cave, tearing as it deeply embedded itself in a spear.

Chengping gripped the golden thread and said in a deep voice, "Form the array, pull out the spear."

...

A scraping sound rang out.

The young man sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, his expression slightly haggard.

He said in a deep voice, "They're here. Draw the arrows."

Lu Jiajing stood up; the wooden tube on her back was already full of swords.

She took out her bow and nocked three arrows, their tips pointing straight up. The surroundings were almost entirely dark, except for Lin Xuanyan and Lu Jiajing standing in the light. The ever-burning lamps had been deliberately extinguished, leaving only a few to illuminate their figures.

Ji Chanxi was nowhere to be seen.

...

Soldiers and armor fell from the other side, striking the stone steps.

Lu Jiajing's finger tightened suddenly, but the arrow did not fly.

"Testing the waters?" Lu Jiajing sneered.

Countless broken soldiers and armor crashed in from the other side, tumbling down like heads. Lu Jiajing remained unmoved, knowing that the other side was merely testing their strength.

A brief silence followed.

The bowstring was stretched to its limit.

Suddenly, the crowd surged down the stairwell like a torrent.

Three arrows had already pierced the wind, and before they even drew blood, three more were nocked.

This time, Lu Jiajing didn't hesitate; she bent her arm, drew the bow, and released the arrows the moment they touched the string.

The arrows tore through the wind, seemingly capable of piercing straight passages through the air.

The rapidly spinning iron arrows shot forth, and screams erupted at the other end.

As soon as the first person appeared, Lin Xuanyan closed his eyes.

Two iron swords floated before him, one thin and small, the other broad and heavy.

The two swords rose into the air; one extinguished the stone lamps on the wall, while the other hurtled towards the crowd.

Those people were, after all, great cultivators, many of whom had spent years in seclusion on the floating island. Although they lacked in the art of killing, their pure Daoist techniques were extremely refined.

The moment Lin Xuanyan and Lu Jiajing launched their attack, they reacted with lightning speed.

Many arrows were deflected by telekinesis before they even reached them, or cushioned by the armor, suffering only minor external injuries. But after the lights went out, their vision vanished, leaving only the sound of iron arrows in their ears. The ghosts also emerged, drifting about, devouring those they could find.

The group flew towards the direction the iron arrows had been.

However, after the lights went out, their location became difficult to pinpoint; only the trajectory of the arrows could provide a rough indication of their direction.

In normal times, they might have fought many rounds in a one-on-one duel, but now, with everyone rushing in from the stairwell entrance, they were constrained and unable to maneuver effectively.

They had originally planned to crush the two in one fell swoop, since in this small space, brute force should have been the most likely way to win.

But they hadn't expected the two to so decisively extinguish all the lights. "Where are they?" "The arrows came from the left!"

"Swords on the right too!"

"Watch out straight ahead..."

"Is it swords or arrows?"

The crowd was in complete chaos. They were all powerful cultivators, each ruling their own territory, and had never considered cooperating. Now, in the absolute darkness—a darkness shrouded in ghosts and demons—even cultivators could hardly distinguish one another.

Screams occasionally rang out from the chaotic scene.

This chaos didn't last long; soon, the crowd fell into an eerie silence.

"What's wrong?"

"They're out of arrows."

"They've used them all?"

"Since they're out of weapons, why don't we kill them!" "Are you stupid? How are we supposed to find them?"

Conversations broke out intermittently. When the arrows stopped, many breathed a sigh of relief. They had to use their cultivation to fight the ghosts and also dodge the hidden arrows. In the midst of this frantic struggle, mistakes were bound to lead to their deaths.

They were all the pride of their respective regions; no one wanted to die here.

Just like when they came downstairs, someone suggested going down in shifts, but they couldn't agree on who should go first, so they

all came down together. An eerie silence fell over the group once more.

"Let's go upstairs first! We can't stay here any longer. Let them stay here and be devoured by the evil spirits!" someone suggested.

Although it was just a simple skirmish, dozens had already died or been wounded. Many people were struggling to maintain their composure and were already considering retreating.

"Let's retreat first. There are still lights above; those two will surely have nowhere to hide." But there were many other dissenting voices. Some said no, that retreating might be a trap. Although we couldn't pinpoint their location, this was the best opportunity to kill them in one fell swoop and leave the Northern Prefecture!

But these voices were ultimately weak, and the crowd continued to retreat uncontrollably towards the stairwell.

"Crack."

The sound of shattering cups rang out inopportunely.

Then came a deafening crash.

It was as if something had collapsed, falling straight down. Then the last bit of light disappeared, and something fell down, blocking the entrance.

"The Chief of the Chengping Sect is still outside."

"Did he do it? Did he want us to fight to the death?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Ah!"

Amid the argument, a scream rang out.

A cultivator's neck had been silently slit.

Everyone quickly circulated their magical power to protect their vital points, no longer daring to let their guard down.

"Those two might be right next to us," someone shouted, gesturing wildly around them.

"Next to us? How do we find them?"

"It's said that Lu Jiajing has a large chest. If there are any women around us, we can touch her chest to see if she's Lu Jiajing pretending to be one of us."

"Bastard! Don't touch me!" a woman yelled.

"Zhou Jin, you bitch! I might have respected you a bit before, but do you think we don't know you've been used and abused by Cheng Ping? And now you're pretending to be chaste!"

Another scream suddenly rang out, and the noisy crowd fell silent again.

They were no ordinary people after all. Now, more than thirty people were fighting against two opponents of similar strength. Although they had been ambushed and dozens had been killed or injured, once they pulled them out of the darkness, crushing them would be a matter of moments.

An old man's voice rang out: "Everyone stand together, three to a team. After confirming your identities, stand back to back, facing three different directions. Once we've confirmed everything, start from our direction and advance into each corner of the room. If you spot anyone, report your location immediately!"...

The lights on the seventeenth floor remained on.

Chengping touched the scar on his neck, his expression grim as he looked at the black-clad girl who had suddenly appeared before him.

When they arrived on the seventeenth floor, their attention had been drawn to the blocked entrance, and they hadn't noticed the person hiding in the shadows.

The dagger in the girl's hand had broken, which she casually discarded, and another dagger slipped from her sleeve.

The instant the dagger fell, she flicked her sleeve, sending a flash of silver light towards Chengping, while simultaneously, the girl's figure slid backward.

They had prepared for this day for dozens of days, rehearsing together countless times.

But facing Chengping in person, she was still unsure if she could kill him.

The wound on Chengping's neck gradually healed, but his expression remained equally uneasy. He knew the lights on the eighteenth floor had been deliberately extinguished. If his side couldn't end the battle in time, the other cultivators might be dragged to their deaths inside, their cultivation exhausted, unable to resist the Yin spirits, their souls devoured and dissipated.

"Your name is Ji Chanxi?" Chengping recalled the name. On the dynasty's original list of beauties, there were only three women's names, but after she turned seven, her name was added. This caused a sensation at the time, and many women were very dissatisfied.

Ji Chanxi didn't answer. Her figure slid into the darkness, and then, with a few whooshing sounds, several iron arrows pierced the air.

Chengping's sleeves swirled like dragons, sweeping away the iron arrows, and his figure exploded like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

The three iron arrows were swept away.

As Ji Chanxi retreated rapidly, she suddenly attacked, abruptly pulling out a sharp knife that was already wedged between the stone walls, and turned sharply, slashing in the direction Chengping had come from.

The long knife touched solid matter.

Chengping's gaze met her coldly. He pressed three fingers against the blade, then squeezed hard, shattering the blade like porcelain.

Ji Chanxi abandoned the knife and fled.

As she retreated, she continuously pulled out blades she had prepared from between the rocks.

The blades flashed repeatedly, but no matter what she did, she couldn't cut through Chengping's black and gold robe.

The road ended there.

Ji Chanxi's expression hardened, and she suddenly accelerated, stepping onto the wall at the end of the road. Her figure rose from the wall, and in a turn, a long spear appeared in her hand.

The spear thrust straight forward, its cold light gleaming, aiming directly for Chengping's brow.

Chengping dared not meet the attack head-on, leaning back.

Ji Chanxi twisted her wrist, the spear twisting and sweeping down diagonally.

The spear's momentum slowed, and Chengping grabbed the shaft, sweeping it horizontally to the side as well. In terms of brute strength, Ji Chanxi was far inferior to Chengping. Chengping, wielding another spear, lifted her up and slammed her against the wall.

Ji Chanxi released the spear, lightly touched the wall with her toes, and leaped to the other side.

In the instant she leaped away, she casually extinguished several ever-burning lamps.

The light suddenly dimmed.

Ji Chanxi turned and disappeared into a stone door.

Chengping glanced at the suddenly extinguished lamps, a slight look of doubt on his face.

That doubt vanished in an instant; he was already outside the stone door.

Unsure if there were any traps, he dared not be careless. He simply took off his black and gold robe and draped it over his head before rushing into the stone house.

The stone house was empty.

Ji Chanxi, wielding a shield, charged towards him.

She looked at Chengping, who had draped his robe over his head, and sneered, "You look like an old woman now..."

With a bang, the two figures collided, and Chengping stumbled, forcefully shoved out of the stone door.

In the instant he ran out of the stone house, Ji Chanxi drew another sword from inside, flung it from her hand, and aimed straight for Chengping's chest.

Chengping groaned.

His fingers caught the blade. But without the protection of the black and gold robe, the sword still pierced his skin.

In the instant the sword was drawn, Ji Chanxi drew a long whip from her sleeve and lashed it towards Chengping's neck.

*Crack! Crack! Crack!

* Chengping staggered backward, the whip lashing the ground like a string of exploding firecrackers.

Chengping drew the short sword from his chest and slashed out, cleaving the whip in two.

Chengping quickly rose, donned his robe, and caught the golden arrow that had been hidden in his sleeve.

Ji Chanxi stood opposite, gripping the broken whip, her chest heaving rapidly; the series of actions had exhausted her strength.

She stared intently at Chengping.

Her mission wasn't to kill Chengping, but to buy time for Lin Xuanyan and Lu Jiajing to kill someone.

"The ranking on the Beauty List back then was indeed quite good," Chengping said coldly. "Besides Shao Shenyun, you're the second woman to drive me to this point."

Ji Chanxi didn't bother with a single word. After a brief moment of respite, she didn't press her advantage but continued to retreat.

Lin Xuanyan had repeatedly instructed her that all she needed to do was stall for time, so she constantly suppressed her murderous intent, maneuvering against Chengping.

Chengping suddenly said, "There's someone behind you."

Ji Chanxi found it somewhat boring; how could she possibly believe such a childish joke?

Suddenly, her body stiffened.

A dagger was silently pressed against the back of her neck.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you."

The voice was sharp yet sinister.

"The Chief was prepared and left me here." The voice sighed softly in her ear, "Aren't you curious about who I am? Remember my name, I'm Li Dai." Not content with that, he added, "I'm a famous assassin."...

In the eighteenth level of the Northern Mansion, morale had already crumbled.

Only when they actually launched their attack did they realize that they weren't facing two opponents at all.

Those who appeared from nowhere moved like ghosts, slashing and killing through the crowd.

The scattered cultivators were forced to regroup. The exorcising drugs they had collected from various floors were almost exhausted, while the yin spirits on this floor grew increasingly dense. They were exhausted from resisting the erosion of the yin spirits and could hardly launch any counterattacks.

"Kill."

From the darkness, the young man said coldly.

A flying sword rushed into the crowd at an extremely fast speed, blood splattering everywhere. The sword, having tasted the blood, became even faster and faster, weaving through the crowd as if it were born from blood.

As the word "kill" exploded, many figures that had been stationary instantly rushed towards the crowd.

"Stop!"

A majestic voice rang out above the crowd.

The object blocking the entrance to the corridor was moved, and light shone in.

The crowd hesitated for only a moment before rushing out of the corridor without regard for anything else.

Cheng Ping looked at them with pity. Even if they really left the Northern Mansion, their Dao hearts had already weakened, filled with fear, and it would be difficult for them to reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao in the future.

The moment the light shone through the corridor, Lin Xuanyan knew Ji Chanxi had failed.

He stood up and lit the lamps on the wall.

These lamps had been deliberately extinguished, and the oil inside hadn't completely burned out, so they could be relit.

However, the people had been too panicked to realize this.

He and Lu Jiajing stood in the soft light of the two lamps, both looking exhausted.

Beside them stood many figures.

These figures were all women.

Some held pipa (a type of Chinese lute), some held skulls, some stood with their hands on swords, and some held whisks. They were all the women from the murals. They had truly come to life!

...

Seeing the faint light flickering, many understood the matter of the eternal lamps.

Chengping looked at a man with long, fiery red eyebrows and said, "Come with me to light the lamps." The long-browed man cultivated pure Yang fire, but with everyone crowded together, he couldn't use his supernatural powers. Now, having barely escaped death, he was still shaken.

Ji Chanxi's hands were bound behind her back, the golden rope wrapped around her neck, crossed between her breasts, then around her arms, binding her waist and legs. The girl's black dress was tightly constricted by the golden rope, making her exquisite and curvaceous body incredibly alluring.

The eyes of the crowd looking at Ji Chanxi were filled with extreme malice, wishing they could tear her to pieces on the spot.

Chengping grabbed her bound hands, lifted the girl up, and walked down the stairwell.

The man with fiery red eyebrows hesitated for a moment, but followed behind Chengping.

Chengping walked down openly.

The eighth floor of the Northern Mansion was filled with the stench of blood and floating herbs.

Chengping looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground and the countless broken medicine bottles, his gaze following them forward.

Finally, his eyes fell on the young man and woman in the dim light.

"Are you Ye Linyuan?" Chengping looked at his hand holding the sword and remembered the name of that old friend.

Lin Xuanyan did not speak.

Then Chengping looked at the many women protecting them and finally understood why so many experts had perished yet still couldn't kill them.

He had previously found the murals and tried to add their eyes, but they hadn't woken up.

How had Lin Xuanyan managed to do it?

As if to tell him the answer, a woman standing with her hand on her sword turned around and looked coldly at Chengping.

Chengping was shocked.

The woman had naturally vertical pupils.

Chengping was slightly stunned and then sighed softly, lamenting that he still knew very little about this saint's miracle.

He looked at the young man standing side by side with Lu Jiajing and asked to himself, "Is this Miss Ji one of yours? I'll exchange her for that Palace Master Lu, will you?"

Lin Xuanyan ignored him.

Chengping smiled: "Then how about I exchange her for those mural women beside you?" Lin Xuanyan looked at him and suddenly frowned.

The long-browed man lit a lamp, the light bright.

More and more people came down from above. Lin Xuanyan spotted a familiar figure among them: Li Dai.

"So you didn't die on the snowfield," Lin Xuanyan said, unusually.

A cold smile appeared on Li Dai's pale face. He grabbed his empty sleeve and smiled, "I lost an arm. But it doesn't matter. I've always been an excellent assassin, and today I even subdued you... my little lover? Haha, today's scene is very similar to that day on the snowfield, isn't it? It's just that you didn't have a chance this time." Lin Xuanyan said softly, "You people are always like this, always talking nonsense when you think you've got it all."

So Cheng Ping really didn't talk nonsense. He casually threw Ji Chanxi at his feet, took out a broken long whip from his sleeve, and with a whoosh, lashed it across Ji Chanxi's body.

The girl's body trembled slightly, enduring without making a sound.

Then the whip fell like rain, striking the girl's body again and again. Bound, the girl could only twist her body slightly and make groaning sounds.

Many female cultivators were horrified by what they saw. While this might have been romantic in a private room, they could feel the brutality of Cheng Ping's actions ;

each lash of the whip was as severe as military torture. The girl's black dress was torn open, revealing shocking welts on her snow-white skin.

"Send them away, come out and fight, or I'll beat her to death." Cheng Ping lashed out with his whip, a heavy blow striking the girl's waist. Ji Chanxi convulsed like a fish out of water, her face turning half red and half white, suppressing a painful cry.

Cheng Ping looked at the girl's grotesque body writhing on the ground in pain and coldly said, "She's probably still a virgin, isn't she? She's going to die eventually anyway. Wouldn't it be more fun to be gang-raped to death in front of you?" Lin Xuanyan gritted his teeth, watching the girl writhing in agony on the ground. Because of her pride, she refused to cry out, let alone beg for mercy.

Cheng Ping lashed out again, the sound of the whip sending chills down their spines, leaving bloody welts on the girl's beautiful back like knife wounds.

"Stop."

Lin Xuanyan took a step forward.

Lu Jiajing instinctively pressed down on his shoulder.

Ji Chanxi also rasped, "Kill people, don't worry about me... ah..." Chengping kicked the girl beside him. The girl lay on her back, gasping for breath, her body drenched in sweat, blood trickling down her black dress, her pupils slightly dilated.

Lin Xuanyan involuntarily recalled their first meeting, in the wilderness, a brief encounter and conversation, the girl's jade-like feet rippling in the water as she softly said thank you.

"I'll give you one chance to kill me. Kill me yourself. If those mural women dare to lay a hand on me, I'll kill them immediately."

Ji Chanxi didn't even have the strength to shake her head.

She looked at Lin Xuanyan, her expression dazed.

Cheng Ping casually grabbed Ji Chanxi, tearing off her clothes at the chest. The girl's breasts bounced out like two rabbits. He threw her to Li Dai behind him, saying, "She's yours. If that young hero Lin dares to make any rash moves later, kill her."

Li Dai smiled as he took the girl. Looking at the wounds on her body, he couldn't help but resent Cheng Ping's wastefulness. His hand caressed the girl's breasts, and his tongue lightly licked her neck. Ji Chanxi turned her head away in disgust. Li Dai sneered, "Miss Ji is probably still a virgin, isn't she? It's not good to die with a virginity..." As he spoke, Li Dai began to tear at the girl's skirt in full view of everyone.

"Let her go."

Lin Xuanyan stepped out of the crowd.

The vertical-pupiled women in the murals all looked at him, their expressions wooden, like puppets.

Lin Xuanyan looked at them and ordered, "Put down your weapons, don't worry about me." Lu Jiajing hesitated.

Lin Xuanyan turned back and smiled gently at her.

Lu Jiajing finally nodded, only saying, "Be careful." Chengping watched as the women in the murals lowered their weapons, then watched as Lin Xuanyan walked up to him.

Lin Xuanyan looked at Ji Chanxi and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Ji Chanxi smiled bitterly, as if to say that she was always accompanied by ghosts and never feared death.

He leaned forward and took a step.

None of the cultivators reacted in time, except for Chengping, who moved at that moment.

The candlelight flickered.

It was as if everyone had blinked.

A buzzing sound rang out without warning, like a string vibrating at a speed that could snap at any moment.

The two of them seemed to disappear in that instant.

At that moment, Ji Chanxi only felt that she saw nothingness. She even forgot the pain, only thinking that if Chengping had used this power to fight her from the beginning, she might not have even lasted three rounds.

That was definitely not the power that a seventh realm cultivator should have.

And in just a moment, a bright light burst forth from the middle.

Two dark figures flew out from it.

Before Ji Chanxi could react, blood splattered across her face.

Li Dai, who was holding her, was decapitated in an instant.

She fell into another's arms.

Lin Xuanyan held her with one arm and gripped his sword with the other, the sword ablaze with flames.

"Don't be afraid," the boy repeated.

Ji Chanxi shook her head; she didn't know that these words were almost his last strength. Chengping stood with his back to him, his black and gold robe ripped open, blood gushing from it.

What kind of sword intent was this?

Chengping laughed loudly, turning around with difficulty, his expression bright with almost maniacal rage as he looked at the boy holding the girl in his arms.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices, the result of the suppression of this world during his forced breakthrough; if not for this robe, he might have already exploded.

Lu Jiajing drew the bowstring to its limit.

An arrow aimed directly at Chengping's chest.

Chengping turned and flicked his sleeve, instantly crushing the arrow.

Everyone reacted and swung their swords at Lin Xuanyan.

Lin Xuanyan let out a sharp whistle, and the women in the murals seemed to sense it, picking up their weapons and rushing towards the group.

"Li Ergua, get out of my way!"

Lu Jiajing drew her sword and ran towards Chengping.

Li Ergua was Chengping's secular name. When this name was mentioned, Chengping's body stiffened slightly, then his brows furrowed with rage.

"Heh, so Palace Master Lu still remembers me from back then."

Chengping's black and gold robe billowed, his face full of a sinister smile.

He hated his name when he was still a mortal, so he later named himself Chengping.

The sword struck Chengping's shoulder, and Lu Jiajing's hand trembled violently, the sword almost slipping from her grasp.

Almost no one remembered that Chengping, one of the three chief disciples of Fuyu, cultivated the demonic path.

The demonic path is demonic because it does not abide by the rules of heaven and earth.

He absorbed all the spiritual energy he could reach, forcefully raising his cultivation level back to the Transcendent Realm, although he could only maintain it for half an incense stick's time at most, it was enough.

Lu Jiajing's sword was crushed in his hand. Chengping struck her with his palm, sending Lu Jiajing flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up blood and collapsing.

"Jing'er..." Lin Xuanyan murmured softly, too weak to catch her.

Chengping drew the arrow from his sleeve.

He made a gesture of drawing a bow, and a phantom of a bow actually appeared in the air.

"You can die now." Chengping's voice was no longer human.

The golden demon-slaying talisman on the arrow shone brightly.

He had always kept this arrow hidden in his sleeve, never letting it leave his side.

This arrow was meant to kill Shao Shenyun. This arrow could kill even a Saintly Physique, let alone a Seventh Realm cultivator. Even with all his supernatural powers, Lin Xuanyan would have no chance of survival.

His fingers loosened.

The taut, bent longbow suddenly relaxed.

The string twanged, and the arrow was released.

No one had time to speak anymore; the final farewells could only remain in their hearts.

Lin Xuanyan suddenly shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Lu Jiajing had somehow appeared in front of him.

The arrow, its golden tail blazing, hurtled towards him with destructive speed.

At that moment, Chengping looked at Lu Jiajing, his eyes devoid of any pity. "

Since you're courting death, then you'll all die together."

These were his inner thoughts.

The long arrow, writhing in flames, arrived before Lu Jiajing in an instant.

At this moment, no one could save her.

[The End]

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