Yun Ying's voice sounded somewhat indistinct in the wind and snow as he struggled, wanting to say something more.
But Su Ji couldn't even be bothered to turn his head.
"Get lost."
One word, devoid of any emotion, yet colder than the blizzard itself.
"Your life was saved by me. Now leave. Don't waste my kindness."
These words were brutally practical.
Yun Ying glanced at his senior sister, who was already frightened to the point of fainting, then at the man whose back alone radiated a sense of alienation.
In the end, he clenched his teeth tightly and said not another word.
He picked up Yun Yao, using the very last of his strength, and staggered toward the endless darkness deep within the back mountain, charging in.
He knew Su Ji was right.
If they stayed here, they would only be dead weight.
Watching the two figures vanish completely into the wind and snow, Liu Yishou finally turned his attention back to Su Ji.
The mocking, cat-and-mouse expression on his face faded somewhat.
In its place was a coldness that regarded something as already dead.
"Kid, you're not bad,"
Liu Yishou's voice rang out across the empty snowfield, carrying a condescending tone of approval.
"Do you have some sort of artifact that conceals your cultivation level?"
"Being able to survive a single strike from me—that kind of skill would make you a decent outer disciple in my Saber Sect."
He paused, as if giving Su Ji time to digest this "praise."
"Too bad…"
Liu Yishou shook his head, revealing an extremely cruel grin on his face.
"You shouldn't have, of all things, provoked me."
He weighed the silver saber in his hand; its blade reflected a chilling gleam under the moonlight.
"A fire-using spell cultivator?
Well, that's truly unfortunate…"
Liu Yishou drawled leisurely, his tone like that of an old friend sharing some secret no one else knew.
"Do you know why our Severed-Emotion Saber Sect loves to sever emotions on rainy nights?"
He answered his own question, his voice carrying a morbid pleasure.
"It's not because we're afraid others might see us cry, nor for some damned atmosphere or mood."
"It's because on rainy nights…"
The silver saber in his hand let out a faint hum.
"Our blades become faster, colder…"
And more able to kill in one strike."
Liu Yishou lifted his head to look at the swirling snowflakes in the sky, his grin widening even further.
"And since it's snowing here… even more so—"
Before he could finish his words, the silver saber in his hand let out a violent hum!
"BOOM—!"
The sky above them, which had only been dusted with light snow, erupted with a muffled thunderclap without warning!
In an instant, the wind and snow intensified sharply.
What had been only goose-feather snowflakes now became a furious blizzard laced with hail, crashing violently toward the ground.
Even more terrifying, deep within the thick cloud layers, silver serpentine bolts of lightning writhed madly, converging until they formed a suffocatingly oppressive thundercloud that loomed directly over Mount Kongxuan!
"Heaven aids me!"
Liu Yishou let out a jubilant, hearty laugh.
He could feel it—this very world was responding to his blade intent!
This raging wind and snow, this rampaging thunder, would all become part of his saber strike, tearing this reckless brat to pieces!
He had already begun to anticipate the sight of the other man screaming in despair beneath the thunderous saber light.
But what came wasn't a scream.
It was a heartbeat.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The sound was faint at first, as if coming from an immense distance.
But in just the span of two breaths,
the heartbeat grew as loud as a war drum, heavier and heavier with each pulse!
Every beat seemed to sync with the pulse of the world itself, causing the raging snowstorm to falter, sending tremors through the hard-frozen ground, making it tremble softly!
Liu Yishou instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
Su Ji.
The man who, under the crushing pressure of Liu Yishou's Integration-stage cultivation, should have been trembling, barely able to stand,
was now standing there utterly still.
At his chest, that heart was pounding like a raging engine!
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The sound was so immense it drowned out the howling wind and snow,
drowned out the rolling thunder within the clouds!
Tendrils of dark red light rippled outward from his chest with each heartbeat, spreading in all directions.
Wherever the radiance passed, the bone-piercing cold that could freeze a person solid in moments melted away as if meeting its bane.
In its place came an odd comfort.
A warmth, as if soaking in a hot spring, rose slowly from every limb and joint of Su Ji's body.
His blood, which had grown ice-cold from the storm, began to burn once more,
so hot now, it was molten lava surging from that madly pounding heart, pumping endlessly, washing through his meridians!
"Crack…"
A very faint sound of something breaking came from Su Ji's body.
Then a second, a third…
What had been mostly intact skin now split open in tiny fissures, spread across the surface.
Like a dried-up riverbed.
But seeping from those cracks was not blood.
It was a thick, tar-like black flame.
That flame had no heat, emitted no hint of warmth. It simply burned silently, clinging to Su Ji's skin, spreading rapidly along the cracks, tracing fierce and mysterious patterns of dark red markings.
Liu Yishou's pupils, in that moment, contracted to the size of pinpricks!
The terror on his face could no longer be hidden!
What was this?!
Demonic arts? Heresy?
No!
That's wrong…
That feeling… that aura that made his very soul tremble in fear…
Before he could wrap his mind around it,
Su Ji moved.
He slowly raised his head.
Those eyes, once ordinary, had taken on a completely sinister, dark red hue.
"Hum——"
A dark red barrier erupted outward from Su Ji, spreading in all directions!
Where the barrier passed, the earth turned to scorched black; the snow instantly vaporized—even the hard rocks groaned under the force of its erosion, fine cracks racing across their surfaces.
"BOOM!"
The black flame that had been burning quietly on Su Ji's body now erupted upward in a blaze!
The fire twisted, stretched, and roared.
In the end, it coalesced around him into a ferocious yet majestic set of dark red armor, wrapping him completely from head to toe!
The armor's design was ancient and commanding, its surface flowing with scales that resembled a dragon's, while two vicious bone spikes jutted from the shoulder guards like a demon god's horns, exuding an aura of bloodthirsty brutality that made any heart quake.
Su Ji slowly raised his armored hand, spread his fingers, and clenched them into a fist.
"Crack!"
The saber aura that had been hurtling toward him—he crushed it in his grasp with that simple motion, breaking it apart with a dull snap!
He lifted his head, his blood-red eyes piercing through the raging wind and snow, locking unwaveringly onto the man not far away.
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
