Chapter 209: A Patchwork of Night
Despair filled Fu Zhe’s eyes.
He knew that once he fell into Yu Ling’s hands, he was in grave danger.
Even the Divine Son wouldn’t be able to save him.
The small girl, her hands on her hips, her youthful face a mask of childish arrogance, stood before him, radiating an aura of power that made him tremble.
He couldn’t even breathe.
“One last chance.”
Master’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice cold and calm. “Where is the Divine Son?”
Fu Zhe’s lips twitched, but he didn’t speak.
“Sigh.”
Master seemed to have expected this. She waved her hand dismissively.
“Very well. Prepare yourself—”
“Immortal Yu Ling,” Ye Huang’s voice suddenly rang out.
Master turned to him, and he said, his gaze fixed on her, “Please, allow me to finish him.”
Master blinked, then nodded.
Ye Huang walked towards Fu Zhe, his eyes cold and hard.
He would never forget this man.
The man who had stood beside the Divine Son, the man called Fu Zhe, the man who had poisoned his wife and daughter.
He would never forget his wife’s screams of agony, her body contorting in pain, her hands clutching her hair as the poison ravaged her body and mind.
He would never forget his daughter’s vacant eyes, her once vibrant spirit extinguished, her body reduced to a lifeless doll.
Ye Huang’s grip on his sword tightened, his eyes bloodshot.
It was all his fault.
Fu Zhe, deprived of his senses, could only feel the cold grip of fear tightening around his heart.
A voice, like a demonic whisper from the depths of hell, echoed in his mind.
“…For my wife and daughter,”
“I will make you pay a thousandfold.”
Master and Wan Yunhai left the cave. A moment later, a bloodcurdling scream, too horrific to describe, echoed from within.
They ignored it. Master pulled out a jar of wine and took a long swig.
“That should cripple Shen Li for a while.”
“According to our intel, Fu Zhe was their most dangerous member, besides the Divine Son.” Wan Yunhai said softly. “His ability to nullify spiritual energy made him a threat to any cultivator. His death is a major blow to Shen Li.”
Master, however, wasn’t as cheerful. She just sipped her wine quietly, wiping a drop of alcohol from her lips.
“…It’s not enough.”
“I won’t allow them to interfere with the Triennial Day.”
Wan Yunhai hesitated. “But we still don’t know where the Divine Son is hiding.”
Master stretched lazily.
“Don’t worry.”
“That brat will take care of it.”
“You have that much faith in Chen Yin?” Wan Yunhai asked, curious.
Master suddenly smiled, her eyes softening.
“He promised me.”
“…He won’t break his promise.”
Meanwhile, in a distant location…
The Divine Son, after ending his communication with Fu Zhe, frowned slightly, deep in thought.
Then, he contacted another person.
“Divine Son!”
A masked figure knelt respectfully in a cave within the Ten Thousand Mountains.
“…Why didn’t you inform us about the incident at the Wu Xuan Cave?”
The Divine Son’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of disappointment in his tone.
The masked figure lowered his head. “Divine Son, I was in the secret realm with the Grand Witch. I didn’t know what was happening outside.”
“I had almost convinced her to join Shen Li, but now, with the attack from the three sects, she’ll be furious! All my efforts will have been wasted!”
The Divine Son’s voice turned cold. “Are you blaming me?”
The masked figure lowered his head even further.
“…I wouldn’t dare.”
“I’ve been too lenient with you, considering you’re a new member.”
The Divine Son’s eyes, like flickering flames, narrowed dangerously. He extended a finger, and despite the vast distance, the masked figure groaned and collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.
“If you hadn’t been so slow and incompetent in handling the Wu Xuan Cave matter, Fu Zhe wouldn’t have had to intervene.”
“Do you know how much we’ve lost because of you?”
The masked figure didn’t speak.
He couldn’t.
Finally, the Divine Son glanced at him dismissively and turned away.
“Forget it.”
“The Triennial Day is approaching. I can’t afford to lose another member.”
“If the Wu Xuan Cave plan has failed, then abandon it. Return to headquarters immediately and prepare for the Triennial Day.”
“…The headquarters is in Yunlin Province.”
The masked figure, using all his strength, looked up.
As the image before him disappeared, he collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from beneath his mask.
As if he had suffered a grievous injury.
“Use the Primordial Yellow Pill—” the System started to say,
“No!”
The masked figure interrupted sharply.
His voice was weak and raspy. “I don’t have many points left.”
“I’m saving them for a final showdown at the headquarters.”
“But first, I have to tell him where it is…”
He tried to stand up, but his legs gave way, and he collapsed again.
The System was silent.
“…Do you even realize how badly you’re injured?”
“…It’s… fine.”
“If you don’t use a healing pill, you might not even live to see him again.”
The masked figure gritted his teeth. “I can handle it.”
The System didn’t say anything more.
It knew that its host had already accepted death.
“System…” he whispered, struggling to stand up, “take me… back…”
After a long silence, the System sighed softly.
“One last time.”
A faint light emanated from the ground, forming a teleportation formation.
The masked figure, his breath ragged, his coughs tinged with blood, stumbled towards it.
He was exhausted, his body battered and bruised.
But…
Chen Yin was waiting for him.
If he could just tell him the location of Shen Li’s headquarters…
He didn’t even realize he was smiling.
A soft, gentle smile.
He stepped into the formation, his body heavy with fatigue and pain.
The scenery shifted, and he found himself back in the Wu Xuan Cave.
Standing before Chen Yin’s room.
He saw the figure he had been longing for.
“Chen—” He reached out a trembling hand, about to speak,
When his words died in his throat.
Chen Yin was holding Qingying in his arms, her head resting on his chest, her breathing slow and even.
His touch was gentle and protective, as if she were a precious treasure.
…He carried her into the room and closed the door.
The masked figure stood there for a long time, his gaze fixed on the closed door.
The night was silent and still.
Finally, the System whispered softly,
“Are you… still going to tell him?”
The masked figure’s lips moved silently.
Then he turned away.
“…No.”
“Let’s… go.”
Under the patchwork of moonlight and shadows, he walked away, his body weary and wounded, disappearing into the darkness.
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