Still saying you don't love me

Ssshh—

A bright silver line streaked across the sky. Like a blade slicing through tofu, it effortlessly pierced dozens of blood-red barriers before plunging straight through the figure standing in front of Medusa.

Blood splattered, droplets bursting through the air.

Medusa froze, at a loss for what to do.

The woman standing before her wore a scarlet wedding dress. Her features were as alluring as blooming flowers, and a single glance was enough to make anyone fall helplessly under her spell.

Medusa knew her.

She was none other than the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect—Liu Ruyi, who had caused a commotion at the Azure Profound Sect’s recruitment ceremony!

What was she doing here?

Medusa couldn’t understand it, and Ye Xiaoxi was even more bewildered.

“Wait, who is this again?”

Before either of them could think it through, Ye Shu suddenly let out a furious roar from the distance.

“I’ll fucking kill your mother!”

He clenched his right hand from afar, drawing upon the Benevolent Body.

Boom!

Mo Shisan, who had been standing beside Mo Yu, exploded without the slightest hesitation. Amid a thunderous detonation, his body burst apart, and the immense power of merit scattered in all directions, golden light spraying everywhere.

The entire desert was shrouded in dazzling golden radiance.

Terrifying pressure erupted from Mo Shisan’s self-destruction. Space shattered inch by inch along its path, revealing the pitch-black, chaotic void beneath.

Medusa’s vision was swallowed by golden light.

The next moment, an anxious voice rang in her ear.

“We can’t stay here. Let’s go!”

Before the words had even faded, a large hand had already seized her arm.

Ye Shu did not hesitate in the slightest.

Taking advantage of the momentary chaos caused by the Benevolent Body’s self-destruction, while the others were scrambling to defend themselves, he flashed to Medusa’s side and swept her and the others into the spatial turbulence through the rift blasted open by the explosion.

.............

The light gradually faded.

After Yan Kuang and Liu Shuyan dispersed the golden radiance before them, the space ahead was already empty. Only a rift in the void remained, slowly sealing itself shut.

“Using a self-destruction as cover?”

Yan Kuang’s brows drew tightly together. In his fury, he punched the sand, blasting apart half of the Canglan Desert.

“He actually shattered space with a self-destruction and used the opportunity to escape into the spatial turbulence?”

“Spineless rat!”

Yan Kuang was enraged, flames of different colors surging around his body.

They had finally managed to catch that brat, only for him to escape once again! How could he possibly not be furious?

Although the spatial turbulence was extremely dangerous, that was only true for ordinary people. At their level, the spatial turbulence was nothing more than a ridiculously chaotic river.

The problem was that the current flowing through the river at one moment had absolutely no connection to its current the next. No one could predict where it would carry them.

“Fuck you. This is all your fault.”

Now that their plan had failed, Yan Kuang vented all his anger on Liu Shuyan. Pointing a finger at his nose, he cursed, “If you hadn’t held back and insisted on putting on airs, the two of us would have crushed that brat long ago. We wouldn’t be dealing with any of this crap!”

“Look at you, getting worked up again.”

Liu Shuyan shook his head helplessly.

“Brother Yan, have you forgotten? Our Liu clan is best at divining the secrets of heaven and tracking down traces. I can’t lock onto that brat, but the woman they took with them still bears the mark of my silver thread.”

“Even if they flee to the ends of the earth, finding them will be effortless.”

As he spoke, he took a palm-sized compass from inside his robes. Its needle spun left, then right, then made five or six full circles in place.

“They’re still drifting through the turbulence. There’s no need to rush.”

Liu Shuyan smiled faintly.

“Once they emerge from the turbulence, that will be the death of those little brats. We can rest easy after that.”

“While we wait, we might as well pass the news on to the other clans. There’s strength in numbers. We can’t let them sit back and reap the benefits while we do all the work.”

“That makes sense.”

Yan Kuang nodded, then glanced at Mo Yu, who lay dying on the sand. His brows furrowed slightly.

“What about that kid? He’s a member of the Mo clan, after all. We can’t just watch him die, can we?”

Liu Shuyan followed his gaze.

Mo Yu lay in the scorched sand, a gaping hole pierced through his chest. He was barely breathing and clearly had little time left.

“Leave him.”

Liu Shuyan looked at him only once before turning away.

“All the heirs of our major clans died in the Netherworld Ruins. There’s no reason for the Mo clan to come away unscathed. This merely evens things out.”

“Fair enough.”

Yan Kuang nodded slightly and stopped looking at him.

The two of them tore open space together and stepped inside, not sparing Mo Yu another glance.

“Heh...”

A stiff smile tugged at the corners of Mo Yu’s mouth.

“Those two beasts. I kindly called them here, and they don’t even bother to help me. If I didn’t have the system, I’d really have died here today.”

“Once Ye Shu is dead...”

“The first people I’ll settle accounts with will be your two clans!”

Meanwhile.

Who knew how many miles away from the Canglan Desert, in a bitterly cold region, snow filled the sky. Flakes as large as goose feathers drifted lazily down from above.

A rift in the void split open without warning.

Three women and one man tumbled out of the rift and crashed into the thick snowdrifts.

“Ow!”

Ye Xiaoxi clutched her forehead and cried out in pain as she struggled to sit up. The tip of her nose was red from the cold. She blinked blankly at the endless white surrounding her and asked in confusion, “Where is this?”

“I don’t know either.”

Medusa shook her head, indicating that she had no idea.

“The exit of spatial turbulence is completely random. We could have been transported inside the belly of some creature. Being dumped onto a snowfield means we got lucky.”

“Wait, where’s Father?”

Ye Xiaoxi stood up and searched around. At last, she spotted Ye Shu nearby, along with the scarlet figure leaning against him.

Ye Shu was kneeling in the snow, tightly holding Liu Ruyi in his arms. Liu Ruyi leaned weakly against his chest, her face deathly pale. Dried blood stained the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were dull. Her breathing was faint, and she looked to be on the verge of death.

To survive a strike from a Mahayana cultivator—

even if it had merely been a casual blow—

was proof of astonishing talent.

“You...”

Holding Liu Ruyi’s body as it gradually grew cold, Ye Shu pressed his right hand against her abdomen. Spiritual power poured from him as though it cost nothing, but it was utterly useless.

He stared at her pale face. His throat was dry, and he wanted to say something, yet the words lodged in his throat and refused to come out. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a single sentence.

“Why did you do this?”

“Cough, cough...”

Liu Ruyi spat out a mouthful of blood and bits of flesh. Weakly, she raised her hand and caressed Ye Shu’s face, smiling.

“I finally caught you...”

“You’re so worried about me, yet you still say you don’t love me?”

“Liar.”