"I'm such a fool, truly..."
"I knew he wasn't simple, yet I still dared to negotiate with him..."
"Gone... everything's gone..."
Han Qianxue drifted back to the Qingyun Continent in a daze.
The moment she arrived, her delicate frame shuddered violently!
Surprise?
What the hell kind of surprise is this?!
What the hell kind of goddamn surprise is this?!
"Qingyun! Why are you so weakened?! Half your origin essence is missing!"
Buzz... buzz...
The heavens trembled faintly as the weakened voice of the Qingyun Heavenly Dao echoed:
"Young Mistress, it's alright. As long as you've returned, half my origin is a small price to pay."
Pfft—
Her already bleeding heart felt as if it had been stabbed again. Clutching her chest, Han Qianxue gasped heavily:
"You just gave it to him because he asked?! Even if you refused, he wouldn’t have harmed me! Qingyun, how could you be so blind?!"
The Qingyun Heavenly Dao stammered meekly:
"Young Mistress, I had no choice... He insisted..."
Han Qianxue: "......"
Fine. She couldn’t blame Qingyun.
That bastard was a monster. Even she couldn’t resist him—if he demanded it, Qingyun had no choice but to comply.
After a long silence, the utterly exhausted Han Qianxue waved her hand weakly.
"I'm tired. I need to retreat and recover. Where’s Su Xixi? Have her—... Hm?"
"Wait! Where are Lv Ziqiao and Yang Yuan? Why aren’t they guarding the immortal manor? Where have they all gone?!"
Her pupils shrank as she stared at the sky in panic, her heart leaping into her throat.
After a pause, the Qingyun Heavenly Dao sighed faintly:
"Yes... They were all taken by him."
BOOM!
Han Qianxue felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her mind, leaving her soul charred and tenderized.
Her lips trembled as she refused to believe it:
"You're lying, aren’t you? Tell me it’s not true!"
The Qingyun Heavenly Dao remained silent, replaying the scene instead.
In the vision, the Halberd Immortal Lv Ziqiao, disheveled and radiating peak aura, knelt frantically before a shadowy figure wielding a massive halberd:
"Many thanks for your guidance, Senior! This Lv has wandered half a lifetime, lamenting that I never met a true master. If you’ll have me, I vow to serve at your side!"
Su Xixi, an early-stage True Immortal in dark robes, frowned and rebuked softly:
"Ziqiao, his intentions are unclear! Are you betraying the High Island Immortal Manor? Betraying Immortal Venerable Qianxue?"
Beside her, the peak Pseudo-Immortal spear-wielder Yang Yuan added:
"Ziqiao, we’re sworn brothers. I know you’re excited, but listen to me—don’t act rashly. Think carefully."
Lv Ziqiao fell silent, torn between loyalty and opportunity.
On one side, the immortal sanctuary that had granted him his Pseudo-Immortal breakthrough. On the other, the mysterious expert who had enlightened his path. Should he abandon his roots for the Dao, or forsake advancement for gratitude?
He already knew his choice—but he couldn’t voice it.
"Enough nonsense. None of you are leaving!"
Chen Yi wasn’t one for pleasantries.
With a sweep of his hand, he captured High Island’s True Immortal and eighteen Pseudo-Immortals in one fell swoop!
Watching this, Han Qianxue’s eyes nearly split from rage.
"Bastard! Bastard! BASTARD!!!"
"Six thousand years of effort—wiped out in an instant!"
"How dare you steal what’s mine without even a thank you?! Of all the cursed luck to cross paths with you, I swear to—!!!"
Yet the projection continued.
After abducting her followers, the shadowy figure stretched out a hand and demanded:
"Give me your origin essence. I’ll release your Young Mistress shortly... Don’t worry, I never lie. If I say I’ll free her, I will free her!"
"Fine, just 40%. Any more would cripple you, and recovery would take too long..."
"Relax, endure it. I’ll leave protective measures behind. Once your Young Mistress returns to stabilize the laws, all will be well. Tell her to cultivate more talents—consider this a loan. I’ll repay it someday!"
"Be good now..."
Han Qianxue couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Smashing the projection apart, she howled at the sky:
"AAAAAH!!!"
"That ANIMAL!!! He’s a goddamn ANIMAL!!!"
The Qingyun Heavenly Dao trembled, not daring to make a sound.
Soon after, having vented her fury, Han Qianxue felt only emptiness.
Her Dao heart was hollow, directionless.
Her chat group was hacked. Her home was ransacked. Her people were gone... What else could she do?
Nothing.
Thankfully, her Dao heart was resilient. Refusing to collapse, she steeled herself to first restore Qingyun’s vitality before planning her next move.
But when she returned to High Island’s depths and saw the plundered immortal veins—now completely drained—she paused... then suddenly laughed.
"Heh... hehehe... Not a single drop left... HAHAHAHA...!"
Sometimes, when pushed beyond despair, laughter comes unbidden. As Han Qianxue laughed, tears welled in eyes that hadn’t shed them for millennia—and her long-strained back finally snapped.
......
Wealth favors the bold, and horses grow fat on midnight oats!
Where Immortal Venerable Qianxue stumbles, the Calamity Sovereign feasts!
Chen Yi, thoroughly pleased, guided his Chaos avatar—still dripping with spoils—back to the Dreamweave Secret Realm. There, he tossed the "recruits" from Qingyun into trials.
They were still unruly, blind to his "kind intentions." A bit of tempering was needed before they could be put to work on the Purple Star Continent.
Meanwhile, the True Immortal-grade Heavenly Dao essence extracted from Qingyun required refinement. Only after smoothing its jagged edges could the Purple Star Heavenly Dao devour it without choking.
After delegating tasks, Chen Yi made his usual rounds—checking the progress of his group members and forty-five peak Unity Realm cultivators, tweaking their challenges as needed—before withdrawing his focus.
Calmly, he logged into Han Qianxue’s chat account.
The main work group lay silent.
But the private group buzzed fervently—barely discussing Han Qianxue’s disappearance.
The hot topic? The beta team’s departure for the Immortal Realm!
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