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Qingyue had already lost too much blood, but she never expected her carelessness would lead to injury. A crimson line appeared on the back of her snow-white hand, and the ugly wound became even more glaring in the dimness of the rainy night.
Xia Muxin was momentarily stunned, but she quickly drew her dagger from her waist, almost forgetting her small weapon in the chaos.
Seeing Qingyue standing there with a fierce aura, her eyes radiating a chilling murderous intent, a flash of lightning illuminated her pale face, twisting it into a grotesque expression. It seemed to be due to the wound on her hand, yet it felt like something more.
At the same time, Xia Muxin was puzzled about who Qingyue truly was and who Shen Muhan's so-called master might be. It seemed that this master had protected Qingyue so thoroughly. Was everything merely because of his dying wish?
But now, he had severed all ties with his sect for her sake, even sacrificing his entire cultivation to ensure her future was worry-free.
"Ha, Xia Muxin, I won't let you die together."
Qingyue suddenly lowered both hands, looking down at Xia Muxin with a cold, bloodthirsty smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
She thought she had loving parents and a devoted senior brother. However, her parents had given her medicine that rendered her unable to bear children, and her brother abandoned her for another woman. Who could be more tragic than she? What was even more horrifying was that her brother knew everything yet chose to conceal it while pretending to care for her. It turned out that it was all part of their scheme. What was worse was that she had to learn all this from the enemy's lips...
Her only condition was for Shen Muhan to accompany her until old age. Yet on the way back from Qi Nation, he had warned her more than once, leaving her heart cold each time. She returned early only to be confined in this desolate villa under the pretense of reflection while he went off to marry another woman. Could she trust such a man?
The more they loved each other, the more she wanted to tear them apart; even in death, she wouldn't give them the chance to die together.
Perhaps before this, Shen Muhan thought that by dealing with Ming Lie and the fake Xia Muxin, everything would end and he could live happily with Xia Muxin. Little did he know she had waited an entire month for this day. For a month, she had lost her appetite and rapidly lost weight. Did he ever care enough to ask about her?
Instead, he hurriedly prepared herbs for Xia Muxin, boiled water, and even personally carried her into the medicinal bath. If it weren't for other matters needing preparation, how could she seize such an opportunity?
Given Shen Muhan's character, he would never stand by and watch her die; yet he was so cruel as to abandon her alone in this villa. In that moment, she roared in fury; she went mad as countless bloodthirsty instincts erupted within her.
Xia Muxin scoffed; this woman had completely lost her mind.
Wasn't it just death? Had she ever feared it? Suddenly, she picked up a small stone and placed it under Shen Muhan's head while she staggered to her feet and walked toward Qingyue. Standing three steps away from her, she calmly said:
"How about we have a fair competition? After all, we both have only half a life left. Let's rely on our own strength; the outcome will be meaningless."
As soon as she said this, it was as if she had signed a death warrant with Qingyue. This battle would undoubtedly be their last, for she had a premonition that after this fight, one of them would vanish from this world.
Qingyue, however, seemed to find it utterly ridiculous. She laughed mockingly at Xia Muxin and said disdainfully, "You think you can take me on?"
Even though she had lost a lot of blood, she still possessed inner strength. Dealing with someone like Xia Muxin was a piece of cake. Xia Muxin was just a defenseless woman; how could she compare?
What else could she do but laugh?
Xia Muxin, however, appeared unfazed by the contempt directed at her. She nodded firmly and cautiously in response, "It's me!"
Every moment counted; as long as Ming Yi and the others arrived in time.
"You're seeking death!"
Qingyue suddenly stopped her cold laughter. Taking advantage of Xia Muxin's unpreparedness, she reached out with her Nine Yin Bone Hand and hissed menacingly.
Xia Muxin's eyes widened in shock, but she clumsily dodged the attack. The technique Qingyue used was one Xia Muxin had almost forgotten—an advanced grappling move. As she sidestepped, she leaned back and reached for Qingyue's hand. The small curved blade glinted ominously in the rain-soaked night. Qingyue instinctively pulled back her hands, recalling the wound on her wrist, her murderous intent intensifying.
However, without any weapons, they could only fight barehanded. Suddenly, Qingyue hooked her fingers and lunged forward directly at Xia Muxin's eyes. Startled, Xia Muxin quickly spread her stance to stabilize herself and raised the small blade to shield her eyes. A series of clashing sounds echoed as her nails scraped against the blade, producing a chilling noise that sent shivers down her spine. At the same time, Xia Muxin saw sparks flickering before her eyes.
Seizing the opportunity, she gathered her legs and delivered a fierce kick to Qingyue's abdomen. Qingyue hadn't expected such a move; the kick landed hard, sending a wave of pain like knives through her body as she stumbled back several steps. In that moment, Xia Muxin aimed the small blade at Qingyue's hand to strike downwards. However, her movements were too swift; the blade only grazed Qingyue's sharp nails. With a crackling sound, those nails shattered under the force.
Xia Muxin staggered as well and leaned against a tree trunk to catch her breath.
Not daring to waste any time, Xia Muxin rushed to support Shen Muhan. When she couldn't lift him up, she decided to drag him along instead while glancing anxiously over her shoulder, fearing that Qingyue might pursue them.
In the place struck by lightning, Xia Muxin's frail figure struggled to drag Shen Muhan's tall body forward, taking one step deeper and one step shallower. A white mist rose above her head, unclear whether it was the cold breath or hot air, giving her an especially eerie appearance.
"Husband, you must hold on. I will definitely bring you out of here safely."
As she walked with great effort, she murmured softly to herself, as if only by doing so could she find the courage and strength to continue.
She also knew well that Shen Muhan, who had exhausted his cultivation, was no different from an ordinary person now. If he survived, would he regret everything done today?
With a thud, Xia Muxin paused. In the dim night, a pool of red spread across Shen Muhan's forehead. Startled, Xia Muxin's hands trembled as she rushed forward, cradling the lifeless Shen Muhan in her arms and began to cry softly, even frantically trying to stop the bleeding at the back of his head.
A gust of cold wind swept by, and the sound of her clothing rustled in her ears. Xia Muxin lifted her tear-filled eyes to see Qingyue's face, twisted like a vengeful spirit, magnified before her. A chilling and bloodthirsty smile curled at the corners of Qingyue's mouth.
Xia Muxin's hands sank into the mud, trembling slightly as she realized that Qingyue was floating above the ground, balanced and staring down at her.
She tightened her grip on the small curved knife in her hand, her breathing growing more rapid and unstable.
"I told you, you can't escape."
Yet Qingyue did not rush to kill her; instead, she coldly stared at the cut on her own hand. Blood seemed to have already flowed into it, and those paper-white hands looked disturbingly unnatural in the night.
Her voice carried a hint of seduction, enchanting yet devoid of any trace of cruelty.
Xia Muxin pushed against the mud with both hands while her legs curled up, aligning her knees with her eyes. She glanced around frantically as if searching for a way out.
Qingyue smiled sinisterly and opened a vial of medicine. Tilting her head back, she poured all the contents into her mouth. Xia Muxin watched as her throat bulged; with a gulp, the entire vial was swallowed. Tossing aside the empty bottle, Qingyue said coldly:
"Do you know? This is what Shen Muhan left for me in his final moments. It's said to be a rare treasure that can not only refine a person's martial arts but also restore internal energy to someone on the brink of death within a stick of incense. I've toyed with you long enough; it’s time to end this."
Xia Muxin looked at her in disbelief before shaking her head and cursing sorrowfully:
"Crazy, you're just a lunatic."
"Yes, I'm insane. What's wrong with being insane? It's better this way, ha ha ha... You all forced me into this."
However, Qingyue's eyes were bloodshot, as if she was gathering strength. Her gaze was fierce, and her hands were spread wide, seemingly on the verge of an explosive release of power. The long strands of her hair swayed with the cold energy emanating from within her.
Xia Muxin seized the moment, aiming to stab her with a curved knife to her chest, but what was that white figure floating towards her?
To Xia Muxin's shock, Qingyue's dark hair had completely turned white in the blink of an eye.
"Shen Muhan, I knew you were lying to me. How could you bear to give me such a good medicine?"
Realizing her transformation, Qingyue's blood-red eyes sharpened as she gathered her internal energy in her palm and struck directly at Xia Muxin.
Xia Muxin was not to be outdone; she raised her knife, targeting Qingyue's heart, and lunged forward with determination.
"Ah..."
"Mmm..."
With two cries of pain echoing in unison, amidst the torrential rain, two figures fell to the ground facing each other.
- End of Chapter -
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