Hearing Qin Hao's words, Liu Ruyan's stiff body began to tremble.
It was not killing intent, nor was it anger. Rather, it was an emotion suppressed for far too long finally finding a crack and bursting forth like a broken dam.
Liar, liar, liar!!!
Liu Ruyan clenched her fists and continuously pounded on Qin Hao's chest.
Perhaps tired from hitting him, she buried her head deeply into his chest, her hands gripping the fabric on his back so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
I have waited so bitterly! We clearly had an agreement, so why did you break your promise?
Then, this powerhouse who had slaughtered until the heavens trembled, crowned with the title of Miejue, let out a suppressed whimper in Qin Hao's embrace, like a wounded little beast.
There was no loud wailing, only broken sobbing, yet it was more heartbreaking than ever before.
Qin Hao did not speak. He just held her quietly, letting her tears soak his chest.
After an unknown amount of time, Liu Ruyan's sobbing gradually subsided.
She gently pushed Qin Hao away and lowered her head, not letting him see her face. Perhaps she felt her current appearance was too unsightly and did not want him to see it.
Qin Hao pulled out the jade hairpin embedded in his throat, held it in his palm, and gently wiped away the blood on it.
Can I take this with me? he asked.
Liu Ruyan's body gave an imperceptible shudder. She did not answer, which was a tacit consent.
Qin Hao carefully put the jade hairpin away, took a deep look at Liu Ruyan, and said with a serious expression,
I will go back to find you, no matter the cost. I absolutely will. Unless my body dies and my Dao vanishes, unless my soul scatters, this promise will definitely be fulfilled.
Do you think that just by saying a few nice words, I will believe you again? Liu Ruyan turned her face away. Her figure became cold and hard once more, but the trembling at the end of her sentence betrayed her inner wavering.
Qin Hao did not defend himself, merely stating calmly, I know. That is why I do not need you to believe me. I just need you to give me time.
Liu Ruyan remained silent for a long time before finally asking, This time, how long are you going to make me wait?
Qin Hao did not answer. He could not give this reply. He and Liu Ruyan were not from the same era. Even if he could travel back to the past, how long would that time be for Liu Ruyan?
Seeing Qin Hao remain silent, Liu Ruyan sneered, Heh, liar!
Looking at Liu Ruyan's disappointed eyes, Qin Hao felt an inexplicable stab of pain in his heart.
He furrowed his brows. He was not someone who easily made promises to others, especially to women. Generally speaking, if he made a promise, he would fulfill it. But what was wrong with his future self? How could he have broken his word?
Qin Hao could not understand. This time, he was purely taking the blame for his future self.
Leave. As Liu Ruyan's voice fell, there was no more anger, nor the previous sorrow, leaving only a bottomless exhaustion.
An irresistible yet exceptionally gentle force enveloped Qin Hao like the tide. Qin Hao only felt light and shadows swirling before his eyes, space and time reversing.
Watching Liu Ruyan's lonely and absolute back, even the bloodstained hem of her skirt rapidly fading from his vision, Qin Hao shouted,
I will absolutely not break my promise!
Buzz!
Qin Hao's figure was spat out by the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele. He staggered several steps before regaining his footing.
Ye Hao! Jiang Xinyao was the first to rush forward, supporting Qin Hao's arm and looking him up and down.
Are you alright? Is the projection on this one hundredth floor that difficult? To think that even you are no match for it.
Qin Hao looked at the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele, his expression full of bitterness. It is more than just being no match. I could not even muster the thought of being her enemy.
Before Qin Hao's voice could fade, a sudden change occurred.
A thick, solid torrent, radiating a dense purplish-gold auspicious light of fortune, cascaded down like a waterfall from the top of the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele and fell into Qin Hao's body.
Fortune infusion! Isn't this infused fortune a bit too exaggerated? It has been in our Jiang family for so many years, but when has there ever been such a massive infusion?
The eyes of the Jiang family members turned red with envy upon seeing this scene. This was their Jiang family's supreme treasure, yet Qin Hao, an outsider, was receiving far more benefits than they ever did.
After receiving the fortune infusion, Qin Hao opened his information panel.
Name: Qin Hao
Identity: Imperial Son of the Desolate Ancient Qin Family
Fortune: One Dou and Five Sheng (Occasional good things, smooth life)
Not bad, this increased my fortune by one Dou. It is equivalent to completing two nine-star missions!
Just as Qin Hao was sighing in admiration, a buzzing sound rang out. Under the gazes of countless Jiang family members, the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele began to rapidly shrink.
One hundred zhang, ten zhang, one zhang...
In just a few breaths of time, the towering, mountain-like Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele had shrunk to the size of a palm.
Then, the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele transformed into a stream of light. With a whoosh, before anyone could even react, it sank into the center of Qin Hao's brow and vanished.
A deathly silence fell over the square.
Everyone's eyes widened, their mouths hanging open as they looked at Qin Hao in disbelief.
Looking again at the place where the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele originally stood, it was now completely empty, leaving behind only a massive crater.
The Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele had been sucked into the body of this brat named Ye Hao!!!
After the brief dead silence came monstrous, clamoring fury!
Bastard! What did you do? The Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele is our Jiang family's supreme treasure! How dare you?
Quickly hand over the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele! Otherwise, leave your life here today!
Stop him, we cannot let him leave! Take back our clan's supreme treasure!
Roars and furious bellows rang out. The sounds of weapons being drawn from their sheaths rose and fell in succession. Countless tyrannical auras instantly locked onto Qin Hao, among which were no lack of true experts from the Jiang family.
Jiang Xinyao was also stunned. The hands she used to support Qin Hao froze in place. Looking at Qin Hao, who had become the target of public criticism, her mind was currently in complete chaos.
Ye Hao, what... what is he doing? This Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele is our Jiang family's supreme treasure, how could he dare?
Qin Hao himself was dumbfounded. He hadn't done anything at all! This Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele had run into his sea of consciousness all on its own.
Looking at the righteous indignation of the Jiang family members, who looked as if they wanted to pull out his tendons and crush his bones, Qin Hao suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He forced a difficult smile and asked,
Everyone, if I said I didn't do anything, would you believe me?
Qin Hao also had some guesses regarding the abnormal change in the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele. With his garbage fortune, there was no way a treasure would automatically acknowledge him as its master. This situation was definitely related to Liu Ruyan on the one hundredth floor.
Bullshit! Ye Hao! Hurry up and hand over the Hongmeng Fortune Plundering Stele! Otherwise, no matter who the faction behind you is, don't even think about taking half a step out of the Jiang family today!
A hot-tempered Jiang family elder shouted sternly, his Immortal Lord Realm pressure crushing over mercilessly.
This is the foundation upon which our Jiang family stands, the object our Jiang family has guarded for generations. How can we allow an outsider to taint it? Brat, no matter what evil arts you used, hand over the stone stele immediately!
Several more oppressive auras of the Immortal Lord realm crashed down upon Qin Hao in quick succession. As a mere small fry at the Nascent Soul realm, how could he possibly withstand such terrifying pressure? He was instantly pinned to the ground, completely unable to move.
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