Chapter 138: Junior Sister, Destroy the Corpse and Erase the Traces
Whoosh—
The rolling Scarlet Snow flowed through the air, leaving only the sound of the wind in its wake.
Purple flowing sleeves fluttered with the wind. Their owner had been pierced by three Spirit Swords and impaled on the ground. His spirit had already dissipated, but his eyes remained sharp and unfocused, staring at the girl lying on the ground, wearing a bamboo hat.
In the game, Zi Tiancheng was the second to last BOSS in the Chi Long Mansion dungeon. He had once stumped the entire raid group for half a month. Unlike Wu Yue, a ghost cultivator, or Zuo Min, a Gu cultivator, he had no obvious weaknesses. He simply had extremely high stats and very low tolerance for error, making him the most demanding of the five BOSSes in terms of equipment, coordination, and leadership for the raid group players.
Ye Anping gasped three times, gradually loosening his grip on the sword hilt, and looked around.
The street was littered with dismembered limbs and broken bodies of Immortal Family cultivators. It seemed at least twenty Chi Long Mansion Guards had assisted, but none of them survived Zi Tiancheng’s onslaught.
“Hoo—”
Ye Anping closed his eyes and concentrated, mourning for three breaths as a tribute to these Mansion Guards. Then, he crouched in front of Feng Yu Die and touched the spot on her body where a new chest was about to appear.
Feng Yu Die gasped in pain:
“Hiss—”
Xiao Tian flew in front of Ye Anping, pointing at his nose angrily and scolding,
“Young Master Ye!! Is this what you meant by Yu Die could handle him? This demonic cultivator is so strong, even the Saint Emperor Dragon Body has trouble dealing with him, and you let her fight him alone! Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If you had come a moment later, she would have died?!”
Ye Anping understood. He also lacked the confidence to ensure everyone’s complete safety in resolving the Chi Long Mansion incident, and the situation just now was indeed quite perilous. However, the outcome exceeded his expectations.
When he arrived, Ye Anping had set a psychological benchmark for himself: how many new chests would appear on Feng Yu Die after she killed Zi Tiancheng? Since Feng Yu Die still had to deal with Li Feng afterwards, one to four new chests were within the acceptable range. At most four, because if there were more, only he, Junior Sister, and Liang Zhu would be left to face Li Feng, which would cut their victory rate in half.
Now that only one new chest had appeared on Feng Yu Die, it was a blessing in disguise.
“……”
After scolding Ye Anping, Xiao Tian’s demeanor shifted, and she put her hands on her hips, throwing her head back.
“Young Master Ye, I won’t forgive you! Unless… you properly compensate Yu Die. You must take meticulous care of her while she recovers, understand?! Hmph hmph~”
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Ye Anping was speechless. He checked Feng Yu Die’s injuries and extended his hand to her.
“It’s alright, no bones or meridians were injured.”
“I deliberately avoided the vital spots!”
Feng Yu Die glared at him. After a moment’s hesitation, she placed her right hand on Ye Anping’s and, with his help, stood up from the ground. She glanced at Zi Tiancheng, who was kneeling with his head bowed, then stared resentfully at Ye Anping.
“Hiss— Didn’t you say he was easy to deal with before? This is easy to deal with?!”
“I never said he was easy to deal with,” Ye Anping shrugged slightly, a hint of a smile in his eyes as he explained, “I said you could deal with him, and you met my expectations by holding out until we arrived.”
However, Feng Yu Die was not satisfied with his explanation and complained, turning her head away.
“Hmph! If it had been a moment later, my neck would have been severed by this person!!”
“……”
Seeing her like this, Ye Anping immediately guessed what she wanted. He shook his head, waved his hand, and collected the Storage Bag from Zi Tiancheng’s waist and the purple Spirit Sword that had fallen nearby. He held the sword in reverse and offered it to Feng Yu Die.
“This Spirit Sword is yours, and the Storage Bag is mine. Deal?”
“Mmm…” Feng Yu Die glanced at the Spirit Sword in his hand, then turned away. “Hmph!!”
Seeing her like this, Ye Anping felt like crying and laughing. She had a gaping sword wound on her left shoulder, yet she still had the energy to haggle with him. Normally, he would have argued with her and bargained.
But Feng Yu Die’s contribution to defeating Zi Tiancheng was at least ninety percent. If Feng Yu Die hadn’t depleted so much of Zi Tiancheng’s Spiritual Energy, he and Junior Sister would have at least sustained some injuries.
For the sake of his Junior Sister not being injured…
“Fine, I’ll only take fifty thousand Spirit Stones. Everything else is yours.”
“Mmm…” Feng Yu Die pondered for a moment and asked, “How many Spirit Stones are there in total?”
Ye Anping weighed Zi Tiancheng’s Storage Bag. “Quite a lot. There should be some Demonic Cultivator Pills inside too. You can exchange them for a lot of Spirit Stones when you turn them in to Xuan Xing Sect.”
Hearing this, Feng Yu Die’s angry face instantly lit up with a smile.
“Hehe~ Deal!”
However, Xiao Tian, floating nearby, looked dejected.
What could she say? Youth doesn’t know the value of a partner; old age looks back at “Ye” and sheds tears. She felt that if this continued, her Yu Die would never have a chance to be a couple with Ye Anping. The two of them were moving further and further away from a marriage proposal and were gradually drifting towards becoming sworn brothers.
“Sigh— My dear Yu Die, when will you finally grow up?”
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Feng Yu Die glanced at Xiao Tian curiously but said nothing. She was used to Xiao Tian trying to push her towards Ye Anping, but frankly, that was impossible.
—I am devoted to Junior Sister Pei!
Feng Yu Die declared in her heart.
After Ye Anping took his share of the Spirit Stones and handed the Storage Bag and Spirit Sword to Feng Yu Die, she asked,
“Young Master Ye, what’s next?”
“Let’s go help Liang Zhu. He’s probably still dancing the Yangko with ‘Wu Chengzhou’ right now.”
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“Dancing the Yangko? What does that mean?”
“Literally.”
Ye Anping adjusted his bamboo hat, looked up at the snow lotus in the sky, then reached out to straighten Feng Yu Die’s askew bamboo hat. He glanced at her new chest.
“Can you walk?”
“Of course!” Feng Yu Die patted her naturally grown chest. “The bleeding has stopped, and my recovery speed is fast. It just hurts a little right now.”
However, as she spoke, Feng Yu Die took a step forward, her face suddenly turned pale, her legs went weak, and she collapsed forward.
Seeing this, Ye Anping immediately reached out and caught her. He then looked at the pool of blood on the ground. Feng Yu Die, with her Saint Emperor bloodline, healed quickly, but the blood loss and depleted Spiritual Energy would not recover so fast. This was likely anemia.
“I’ll carry you. You should rest well for now. We still have to deal with Li…”
Boom—
Before Ye Anping could finish speaking, there was a sudden loud noise beside him, accompanied by a chill, and blood mist exploded, splashing a basin of blood directly onto Feng Yu Die.
Feng Yu Die froze for a moment, raised her hand to wipe the blood and internal organ fragments from her face, and turned to look at Zi Tiancheng’s corpse. To her surprise, Zi Tiancheng, who had been relatively intact moments ago, was now reduced to a pair of legs kneeling on the ground, his upper body blown into a bloody pulp.
The culprit behind all this was Pei Lianxue, who was now radiating icy blue Spiritual Energy and covered in frost.
“Gulp—”
Feng Yu Die swallowed hard. Although she thought Junior Sister Pei was incredibly cool and heroic now, she also found her a bit terrifying.
Ye Anping was also stunned for a long time and asked, “Junior Sister?”
Seeing Ye Anping’s gaze, Pei Lianxue lowered her Spirit Sword, pursed her lips, and after a moment’s hesitation, replied,
“Husband, you taught me to ‘finish them off’… didn’t you?”
“……”
Ye Anping was momentarily speechless. Zi Tiancheng was a Sword Cultivator, unlike Gu and Ghost Cultivators with their many peculiar survival tactics, but reducing him to ashes was a good practice.
Although…
Ye Anping looked at the exploded Zi Tiancheng and sighed.
“Junior Sister, when finishing them off, don’t blow up their bodies. Some cultivators’ bones and blood are highly poisonous. Fire Element Talismans for cremation are the best; high temperatures sterilize and kill toxins.”
“Oh…” Pei Lianxue pouted. “Husband, let me carry her.”
Feng Yu Die quickly nodded in agreement.
“Okay, okay! Thanks, Junior Sister Pei! Junior Sister Pei is the best to me.”
At these words, Ye Anping’s gaze turned fierce, as if he wanted to kill her.
Seeing this, Feng Yu Die paused and quickly said in a low voice,
“…Young Master Ye, I… I’m injured.”
Ye Anping was silent for a moment. He didn’t have time to mess around with this girl. Liang Zhu’s situation had the highest priority.
“…Forget it. Junior Sister, carry her, let’s go.”
“Mmm…”
Feng Yu Die’s neck shrunk. “……Carry?”
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