Mu Yawen's world of illusion.
Identical to everyone else's illusion, the young girl threw herself forward to block that fatal sword for Mu Yawen.
Fresh blood trickled slowly from the corner of Su Di'er's mouth.
"Master... don't cry."
The girl struggled to force a faint smile, but the moment the word "Master" left her lips, Mu Yawen's tears burst forth like a collapsing dam.
He opened his mouth wide, yet for a long time, not a single word could come out; his throat emitted only hoarse, raspy roars.
With trembling hands, Mu Yawen reached toward the blood-stained blade. He let the sharp edge slice into his palms as he desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from the wound in Su Di'er's chest.
Su Di'er knew her time had come. With tears welling in her eyes, she slowly, bit by bit, raised a finger and painted her own blood upon Mu Yawen's lips.
"If I had cultivated diligently on ordinary days, and become as strong as Master, would I not have to die?"
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Zhou Yue's world of illusion.
"Su, Su..."
Zhou Yue fumbled frantically inside his backpack.
Healing salves, Spirit Replenishing Pills, Mind Calming Powders...
He crazily tried to stuff these elixirs into Su Di'er's mouth, desperate to keep the girl's life from slipping away, yet all he received was ineffective feedback.
She was going to die.
When these four words surfaced in Zhou Yue's mind, he had already forgotten that this was an illusion, letting out a roar that bordered on absolute despair.
"You see... I knew it. You are an unlucky fool."
Su Di'er's smile remained as beautiful as ever.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
For the first time, Zhou Yue felt such a chaotic sense of dislocation; for the first time, he truly felt that he was a born jinx, a star of calamity.
"It was I who ruined your fortune, it was me..."
Just as he was speaking, a slender girlish finger pressed against the tip of his lips.
"It's not like that."
Su Di'er shook her head, her breath growing weaker by the moment.
"Meeting you was the luckiest thing in Di'er's life..."
Zhou Yue's heart trembled. He jerked his head up, looking straight into the girl's glistening, watery eyes.
A salty, bitter taste spread across the tip of his tongue.
The girl's voice grew fainter and fainter.
"Di'er's luck, I give it all to you..."
"You won't lose to him..."
"Bro... ther..."
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Zhou Qiaoling's world of illusion.
"Don't die, don't... die..."
Zhou Qiaoling was at a loss, staring at the wound on Su Di'er's chest, on the verge of a breakdown.
A wound that struck directly at the heart like this... had Su Di'er not been a cultivator who had stepped through the threshold, she would have died instantly.
"Chi... ef..."
Su Di'er clutched her wound with difficulty, trying to slow the drain of her life force.
"I, I'm here... I'm here!"
Zhou Qiaoling hurriedly grasped her hand, frantically wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"I definitely won't let you die, definitely not!"
Su Di'er did not speak; she simply lowered her head with great effort.
"Inside the inner pocket of my clothes... there is a pouch..."
Hearing this, Zhou Qiaoling immediately and carefully retrieved a small pouch stained with blood for her.
The pouch was opened, revealing pieces of blood-stained broken silver and copper coins inside.
"You said before, as long as I have money, you would grant me a wish... right?"
"Right, right..."
Zhou Qiaoling nodded desperately.
Her thoughts seemed to return to that night at the tavern during the assassination mission.
At that time, Su Di'er had asked her why, even though she offered money, she couldn't hire her to take revenge.
To round out her lie, Zhou Qiaoling had claimed she only accepted money from robbing the rich to help the poor. Clearly, what this pouch contained was the wishing money Su Di'er had saved by living frugally day by day.
"Is this... enough?"
"Enough, enough... it's more than enough."
As she spoke, tears surged out of Zhou Qiaoling's eyes again. She hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, again and again, but she could not wipe them clean.
"I will take revenge for you. I will kill him, kill them... all of them!"
Zhou Qiaoling glared furiously at the arrogant Shi Dan standing behind Su Di'er, speaking through gritted teeth.
"It's not that, my wish is... cough, cough!"
Su Di'er smiled and shook her head, abruptly coughing up a mouthful of blood, her breathing nearly cut off.
She beckoned to Zhou Qiaoling, and Zhou Qiaoling quickly leaned in close.
Using the very last of her strength, the girl spoke softly into Zhou Qiaoling's ear:
"Li Ang..."
"You must live on well."
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Li Moran's world of illusion.
For Li Moran, who possessed the innate Ice Phoenix Sword Body and was by nature aloof and devoid of passion, the things that could stir her emotions were few and far between.
But somehow, a mere illusion had unprecedentedly achieved it.
At this moment, Li Moran felt that everything in her field of vision was somewhat blurred.
Her [Assassin's Focus] had been trained to the peak; right now, the countdown of Su Di'er's life was displayed directly before her eyes.
An immense despair and sorrow rippled through her heart.
"Master..."
Su Di'er called out softly.
Only then did Li Moran snap back to reality, extending a hand to gently stroke Su Di'er's forehead.
"I am here."
"Have you... ever seen a Sword Immortal?"
Li Moran was slightly stunned.
She loved the sword, even within an illusion.
Under her influence, Su Di'er had developed a similar singular passion for the "Sword."
"I have."
Li Moran nodded.
Although there were a thousand words in her heart she wished to say to the pitiful girl before her, having been habitually reticent for so long, she momentarily did not know what to say.
She could only allow that surge of sorrow to crash against her heart.
"I heard the storyteller say..."
"A powerful Sword Immortal can open the Heavenly Gate with a single strike... is it true?"
Su Di'er's gaze was drifting, yet it always lingered around Li Moran.
"It is true."
Li Moran nodded silently.
"I have also seen a Sword Immortal... one even more amazing than a Sword Immortal who opens the Heavenly Gate..."
Su Di'er suddenly smiled, her eyes curving into small crescents, as if she had thought of something happy and blissful.
Li Moran smoothed back a stray lock of hair from her forehead, her gaze revealing a rare tenderness: "When?"
"That day, when you opened the door and let me into the house..."
With those words, the girl's arm dropped weakly.
A single clear tear rolled down Li Moran's cheek.
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The instant Su Di'er died, the plot was pushed to its final stage.
Before the eyes of every player, a line of text emerged:
[Absorbed righteous blood available for use. Do you wish to use the skill "Blood Curse"?]
Not a single player hesitated.
At the same instant, countless roars resounded simultaneously through the illusion.
"USE!!"
ress Kneels to Admit Wrong] [Dealing with Love-Struck Fools] [Forced to the Throne] Ren Tianye transmigrated into a female-oriented novel world, only to find everyone in it was utterly insane. He risked his life to save a young girl from barbarians, but was accused of arriving too late and branded the real murderer. He held a knife to a military officer's neck, demanding the troop tally, but the officer only cared about questioning his wife: "Do you not love me anymore? All these years of affection and time together, they were all a mistake, a mistake!" After seizing Yunji City, the original defending general, to save face with the Empress, knelt on the ground: "You must give Yunji City back to me, or I'll hang myself at the city gate and let everyone know you're a villain!" The young lord of the Duke's mansion, to please a woman, directly ordered a merchant: "The menstrual pads you buy for her must be studded with diamonds. Loving her means giving her the best." Having become a great general, he was about to marry a merchant's daughter, who set a pre-nuptial rule: "I can divorce you anytime. When that happens, you must give me half of your troops and soldiers!" Even the Empress was a severe love-struck fool, who ordered the execution of 70,000 elite troops simply because they stood in the way of her romance. Ren Tianye was speechless. He was done. Let it all burn! This deranged female-oriented novel world! ...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
