Ji Qingyi, an Unsolvable Ending

Jiang Che’s departing steps couldn’t outpace his youngest disciple’s pursuit.

Soon, Mo Shangxie caught up to him, launching into a bout of self-repentance.

He ran, she chased—he couldn’t escape even if he grew wings.

Jiang Che never cast his bait for nothing. Having elevated Mo Shangxie to the Transcendence Realm, he was confident she would ultimately pledge her loyalty to him. Otherwise, letting his little disciple slip away would be a total loss, wouldn’t it?

That said, watching Mo Shangxie, who could no longer contain her surging emotions, Jiang Che’s kidneys began to ache faintly.

This rebellious disciple had endured a million years of solitude. This wasn’t just a dried-up old well anymore—it was a volcano that had lain parched for over a million years!

And now, it had finally erupted!

...

A million years of neglect—Jiang Che spent a full hundred years stabilizing Mo Shangxie.

Call it a hundred years, but time had lost meaning for Jiang Che; in reality, only an instant had passed.

Only after comforting Mo Shangxie did Jiang Che rise… preparing to meet his most defiant disciple.

Ji Qingyi!

But at this moment, Jiang Che’s feelings were profoundly complicated. Before he had returned to the past, he harbored no particular affection for Ji Qingyi—in fact, he found her inexplicable hatred of him absurd.

Now, however, his feelings for her had completely transformed.

Recalling Ji Qingyi’s past attitude toward him, Jiang Che felt that after the tempering of a million years, her yandere tendencies should have softened somewhat. After all, she already knew he had many women by his side—yet she had managed to hold back?

Truth be told, if only Ji Qingyi would stop being so stubborn, Jiang Che would give her a chance—they could each take a step back.

...

With a single thought, Jiang Che arrived at the Nether-Spirit Plane.

As always, the Nether-Spirit Plane was suffused with endless black mist.

This mist inherently possessed a powerful corrosive effect on cultivators.

But Jiang Che strode through it as if on a leisurely stroll.

Before long, the void twisted and warped.

Then, a figure suddenly materialized: a cascade of blood-red hair pouring down, the upper half a stunningly beautiful woman, the lower half a four-legged stallion, a bone-white war spear gripped in her hand.

Celestial Horse Evil Exalt… no, Celestial Horse Evil Emperor now.

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor couldn’t sense Jiang Che’s cultivation fluctuations; she didn’t even know the relationship between Jiang Che and Ji Qingyi. As far as she was concerned, Jiang Che was merely a human prodigy with heaven-defying background and methods.

“The Evil Emperor knew you were coming and specifically ordered me to wait here for you!”

A cold, clear voice rang in Jiang Che’s ears, tinged with a hint of disdain.

Jiang Che found this amusing. It had been a long time since he’d encountered a woman like this.

When he was the Demon Ancestor, countless figures across the Three Realms knelt at his feet. This Celestial Horse Evil Emperor was quite interesting.

Jiang Che glanced sideways at the proud Celestial Horse Evil Emperor. To be fair, even though she had a centaur-like form… it wasn’t impossible.

No, no, no—he meant her appearance!

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor’s face possessed a unique, sinister beauty, and in Jiang Che’s estimation, she ranked among the top ten beauties he knew.

More importantly, looking at her, a four-character idiom involuntarily popped into Jiang Che’s mind:

Crack the whip and ride hard.

Besides, the Celestial Horse Evil Emperor was Ji Qingyi’s personal guard. If he could win her over, his little disciple’s expression would surely be quite amusing, wouldn’t it?

She already hated him, and water under the bridge was hard to recover. Since hatred was already there, a little more wouldn’t hurt.

Mainly, Jiang Che’s wandering heart had started itching again.

“Celestial Horse Evil Emperor? Perfect timing. I’m missing a decent mount. How about you be my steed?”

Jiang Che’s tone wasn’t one of asking.

But his words enraged this arrogant Evil Emperor!

“You seek death!”

She rose, lifting her bone-white war spear to stab Jiang Che to death on the spot.

But something bizarre happened: Jiang Che simply glanced at her, and all her cultivation instantly vanished.

She was reduced in an instant to an ordinary person, unable even to lift the bone-white war spear, which clattered to the ground.

Jiang Che leaped directly onto her back, straddling her like a horse.

“You—!”

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor’s face twisted in fury. She was now a Six-Calamity Evil Emperor—who dared ride her?

But Jiang Che’s uncanny ability filled her with dread.

“How dare you humiliate me! The Evil Emperor will not spare you!”

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor’s voice lacked conviction as she resorted to bluster.

“This is the Nether-Spirit Plane. If Ji Qingyi wanted to show herself, she would have come out long ago. Don’t you think?”

Jiang Che was riding a centaur for the first time—it felt pretty good.

“You—!”

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor began to speak, then stopped.

Seven days later—

“The Demon Emperor will not let you off! She will carve you into a thousand pieces and grind your bones to dust!”

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor glared at Jiang Che with cold, fierce eyes. She was originally just an ordinary orphan of the centaur race, chosen by chance by Ji Qingyi and promoted step by step to Six-Calamity Evil Emperor.

The ruler’s favor from the Golden Terrace—I offer my life for my lord in return. The Evil Emperor was her benefactor, giving her a second chance at life—she would rather die than betray the Evil Emperor!

Looking at her stubborn expression, Jiang Che said nothing. He could just take this wild mare home and keep her. With time, she would be tamed. The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor was no ingrate like Ji Qingyi.

“You… give me back my power!”

The Celestial Horse Evil Emperor flailed, trying to attack Jiang Che, but there was nothing she could do—she had become a mere mortal.

Even more terrifying was the thought: if Jiang Che’s strength was this eerie, what if the Evil Emperor wasn’t a match for him? What then?

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After subduing the Celestial Horse Evil Emperor, Jiang Che swaggered straight into the Nether-Spirit Abyss.

With a single step, he arrived deep within the Demon Palace.

In Ji Qingyi’s private chamber.

Once, Jiang Che could teleport to any corner of the Nine Heavens in an instant. Now, he was even more formidable—with but a thought, he could reach any place in the myriad realms.

Inside the chamber, a girl in a black dress sat with her back to Jiang Che, before a mirror, styling her hair.

The dress bared her snow-white back, stirring the heart and mind—though Jiang Che had beheld scenes of this earthly beauty countless times.

Ji Qingyi—a rose laden with venomous thorns.

“Master, you’re back?”

Ji Qingyi spoke first, her voice devoid of joy or sorrow.

“Yes, I’m back,” Jiang Che said solemnly.

“A million years have passed for you to think. Have you reached a conclusion in your heart?”

Would she choose to remain yandere? Or, like Mo Shangxie, accept Jiang Che’s roving heart?

Ji Qingyi clearly understood. She smiled bitterly. “Hah… Master, don’t torment me anymore. Grant your disciple a quick death—just kill me.”

Ji Qingyi lowered her eyes. She was still the same Ji Qingyi from a million years ago, possessing an absolute possessiveness over Jiang Che. Sharing him with other women would only drive her to mental collapse!

Either die yourself! Or let your master die! Or both die together!

Beyond these, there is no other solution!