Ze Tian Ji

Edited by: Michyrr

Wuqiong Bi finished eating the bun. She then raised her head to Chen Changsheng and Xuanyuan Po, and asked a question.

"All of you say that I’m a bad person, and I will continue to be a bad person, and what can any of you do about it?"

There was no emotion on her face as she said this, but her eyes were filled with derision and disdain.

Xuanyuan Po said nothing. Chen Changsheng said nothing.

Wuqiong Bi suddenly became angry, sternly shouting, "Are neither of you afraid that I’ll cut off Guan Bai’s other arm once I’ve recovered!"

Chen Changsheng remained silent, but Xuanyuan Po asked in disbelief, "How could someone like you be so awful?"

Wuqiong Bi was very satisfied with his response. "No matter how awful I was, he still loved me. Is that not okay?"

She gave a satisfied smile.

Her delicate face was ghastly pale and the drips of red oil looked just like blood, making her appearance abnormally cruel and frightening.

Chen Changsheng stared into her eyes. He guessed at what she wanted to do, a realization that made him very depressed. Rising, he walked out of the room.

Seeing him walk away, Wuqiong Bi revealed an astonished expression as she shouted, "Why are you leaving?"

Xuanyuan Po watched the oil drop from her lips as she spoke. Somewhat angry, he turned around and took two papers, placing them in front of her.

Wuqiong Bi didn’t take the papers, instead staring into his eyes. "Do all the beef buns have this much oil?"

Both the question itself and her current expression seemed rather manic.

Xuanyuan Po also found her rather wretched. Suppressing his emotions, he answered, "It’s beef fat mixed with peppers. That’s how you get the fragrance."

"You clearly know the fragrance of the beef bun, so why did you only let us eat plain steamed buns!"

Wuqiong Bi’s voice suddenly turned shrill. As if she had gone crazy, she wailed at Xuanyuan Po.

"He was about to die, so what harm was there in letting him eat beef buns!"

Xuanyuan Po said nothing. It wasn’t because he felt that she had gone crazy, but because he also deeply regretted this matter.

In the last few days, he had only bought plain steamed buns for Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi while he ate beef buns.

It wasn’t because he couldn’t buy them, but because he thought that they should eat plainer food out of concern for their injuries.

But Bie Yanghong had still died. This being the case, why not let him happily eat a few beef buns?

Wuqiong Bi suddenly calmed down and expressionlessly said, "Go die, then."

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There was a light clap.

Wuqiong Bi raised her left hand, extending her index finger to Xuanyuan Po.

She was still extremely weak from the loss of her arm, and though Xuanyuan Po was also injured, he could at least move on his own power. It should have been possible for him to avoid this finger.

But this finger seemed to have some magical power, ignoring Xuanyuan Po’s instinctive response. Subtly and precisely, it struck the center of his brow.

This finger seemed to drain Wuqiong Bi of all her strength. Her face turned even more pale, even somewhat transparent.

Xuanyuan Po let out a roar of pain. His body shuddered as it increased in size. His clothes tore apart, black fur bursting out from the seams.

Wuqiong Bi’s finger had instantly forced him into berserk metamorphosis!

But he still could not break free of Wuqiong Bi’s finger, not even perform a simple action like moving away his head.

The finger remained calmly pressed against the center of his brow like it had been glued there.

Xuanyuan Po had a large and sturdy body, and after berserk metamorphosis, it was like a small mountain. Since he could not pull his brow from Wuqiong Bi’s finger, he could no longer maintain his posture, so he fell forward.

Instead of falling on the ground, he floated into the air. He was like a leather bag filled with hot air, Wuqiong Bi’s finger the string tied to it.

Chen Changsheng heard the noise from the room and rushed back inside to be greeted by this strange sight.

Wuqiong Bi’s finger naturally made him recall Bie Yanghong’s finger from yesterday.

Bie Yanghong had used that finger to pour into his sea of consciousness the experience of that battle between the Divine and a great deal of wisdom regarding cultivation.

Wuqiong Bi was now doing something similar, but there was clearly something different. He could perceive the awe-inspiring majesty of divine Qi and terrifying surges of true essence!

Icy winds howled through the room, ruffling Bie Yanghong’s clothes, sweeping up the dregs from the crystals and the splinters from the wooden pagodas. They then began to circle incessantly around Wuqiong Bi and Xuanyuan Po.

In this extremely short span of time, Wuqiong Bi had grown thinner, aged centuries.

Streaks of frost appeared in her hair, her complexion now deathly pale and so thin and transparent that one could almost see the muscles and bones within.

In reality, it was impossible to see, as everything within was pure and divine light.

Her eyes burned with fervor, exploded with madness. She stared at Xuanyuan Po and yelled, "If your luck is bad, go die!"

With this yell, this pure and divine light pierced through her skin, transforming into shards of gold that entered Xuanyuan Po’s body.

Xuanyuan Po’s body began to tremble, and his withered right arm entered a cycle of breaking and repair. The snapping and popping sounds it emitted were difficult to listen to.

His face was fraught with terrible pain.

Chen Changsheng felt an extreme danger, but he did not dare do anything in these circumstances. He could only nervously wait.

After some time, Wuqiong Bi drew back her finger.

Xuanyuan Po crashed to the ground, smashing out deep wounds on his body and sending blood flying, and then he fell unconscious.

Chen Changsheng rushed to examine the wounds, angrily shouting at Wuqiong Bi, "You’ve gone crazy!"

He had no idea what she had transmitted to Xuanyuan Po, but what she had done was clearly many times more dangerous than Bie Yanghong’s technique.

In other words, when she shouted at Xuanyuan Po to go die, she truly was not lying.

Chen Changsheng was also well aware that she had said those words before to enrage him so that he would kill her.

Like when she had jeered about suddenly repenting or when she declared that she would cut off Guan Bai’s remaining arm.

She had truly gone crazy, but even if she wanted to die, why had she used such a method?

In a daze, Wuqiong Bi sat against the wall. Suddenly, she shrilly called out, "He’s gone, so I don’t want to live anymore, but I... I’m afraid to die! I really am afraid to die!"

She turned her head with difficulty to look at the lifeless Bie Yanghong. Her voice slightly trembled as she said, "But I still want to be together with you."

She began to cry, weeping for a long time until it became intermittent sobs, and then stopped entirely.

Chen Changsheng felt somewhat stiff as he placed his finger under her nose.

Wuqiong Bi had closed her eyes. Leaning against her man, she was already dead.

Chen Changsheng drew back his finger and looked out at the courtyard.

The courtyard was extremely quiet.

He suddenly felt rather helpless.