Chapter 40 Part 2

Finally, just as Liuli was about to use her sleeve to wipe her nose, Tang Shikou couldn’t take it anymore. She gently shook Liuli off and cast a Cleansing Spell on herself.

Liuli, still unwilling to give up, stretched out her claws to grab Tang Shikou’s sleeve again.

Tang Shikou hastily pulled her arm back, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly: “Good little sister, as long as you willingly follow your sister, Sister will never let you suffer the slightest grievance again.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Tang Shikou suddenly waved her hand. Long Jingxing, who had been sitting woodenly aside treating his wound, flushed red and floated into the air.

Liuli: “What are you doing?!”

“Shall I kill him to vent little sister’s anger?”

Fuck. Although the current Long Jingxing was detestable, killing him just like that… Liuli couldn’t quite accept it. But then she reconsidered—he was the great male lead after all. Although Tang Shikou’s current state was highly suspicious, it wasn’t certain she could actually kill Long Jingxing.

Liuli still wanted to feign obedience to deceive Tang Shikou and buy time to find an opportunity to run. So she said, “…Alright?”

Long Jingxing turned his head viciously to glare at Liuli.

Liuli glared back: What are you glaring at? She’s the one who wants to kill you. You even sold me out! Bullying the weak and fearing the strong!

Tang Shikou extended her long, beautiful hand and pressed it onto Long Jingxing’s dantian. Long Jingxing immediately began to struggle violently.

“You can’t kill me, you can’t!”

Tang Shikou only smiled without speaking.

Liuli sucked in a sharp breath, watching in terror as Long Jingxing rapidly paled, withered, and shriveled until wrinkles climbed his skin. Was this the Star-Sucking Great Art?!

Long Jingxing quickly threw out his bargaining chip: “I know the location of a treasure! I know where the Dragon Shadow Sword is buried!”

Tang Shikou gave a contemptuous smile: “This Seat knows that too!”

Liuli: “?!”

Seeming to notice Liuli’s shock, Tang Shikou turned her head back, her face changing like flipping a page of a book, and asked with a gentle smile, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.”

The Dragon Shadow Sword was an important treasure for Long Jingxing’s desperate counterattack in the book, and a signature weapon later on. Its background was incredibly lofty—left for the fated one by some ancient mighty figure before their ascension, forged from a Divine Dragon’s spine, all kinds of awesome.

But the hiding place of this thing should only be known to the male lead! How could Tang Shikou say she knew it too?!

Long Jingxing was also very baffled, but he had no time to wonder. He cried out hoarsely, “There’s one more thing about Xue Liuli I haven’t mentioned!”

Tang Shikou indeed stopped her hand: “What thing?”

Long Jingxing gasped for air. He had nearly been sucked into a dried corpse by Tang Shikou, his emaciated face sporting bulging, bloodshot eyes: “You have to promise me… after I say it, you won’t kill me!”

Tang Shikou frowned slightly: “Fine. This Seat will spare your life.”

With a thud, Long Jingxing crashed to the ground. He pointed his finger at Xue Liuli:

“You probably don’t know yet. The youngest Elder in the Heavenly Martial Sect is named Feng Xiwu. Her innate talent is astonishingly high. Just last year, Xue Liuli shamelessly, persistently, and relentlessly begged to become her disciple! Feng Xiwu publicly declared she would only take one disciple in this life. If anything happens to Xue Liuli, she definitely won’t let it go!”

Tang Shikou turned her head to look at Liuli, her dark eyebrows dipping slightly. A woman without her smile was like a beautiful but dangerous blade, unhesitatingly pointing its edge at others: “Is what he says true?”

Liuli tried to lift the corners of her mouth, but couldn’t smile: “What if it’s true, and what if it’s false?”

“If it’s false, Sister will simply kill Long Jingxing. But if it’s true…”

Tang Shikou walked up to Liuli, pinched her chin, and forced her to look up at her: “Then Sister will have to carefully consider just how sincere little sister’s true heart really is.”

“…”

Liuli: “Could you loosen your grip? My chin hurts; it’s about to bruise.”

Tang Shikou released her with a flick of her hand.

To save his own life, what shred of affection did Long Jingxing still have for Liuli? Anxiously, he said, “Hierarch, not a single word I said is false! That Feng Xiwu dotes on Xue Liuli immensely. She probably left a tracking mark on her long ago. If Xue Liuli doesn’t return for a long time, she might very well come after her!”

Tang Shikou looked at Liuli. Liuli returned her gaze fearlessly.

She suddenly chuckled quietly: “And here I thought the mark was left by your father. So it was her. My good little sister, do you have anything to say?”

“Yes.”

By now, pretending to be ignorant and playing out sisterly affection was meaningless. So Liuli said, “I want to ask you a question.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re a transmigrator too, aren’t you?” Liuli really, really wanted to know this!

Tang Shikou didn’t quite understand, but it didn’t stop her from communicating with Liuli: “At first, This Seat thought Xue Liuli’s body had been possessed by some wandering, homeless ghost. Now, thinking on it, perhaps you are like This Seat—favored by the Heavenly Dao and reborn to live again!”

Liuli: “…Shit!”

So you’re a regressor!

No wonder… no wonder… Liuli’s face turned a little green.

Tang Shikou smiled and walked to Liuli’s side, placing her hand on her shoulder: “Good little sister, Sister knows you certainly aren’t willing to be with that dog of a man. The many affairs of the past life… are like passing smoke and clouds. Little sister, does it still weigh on your heart?”

Liuli: “…No, it doesn’t.”

“That’s good.”

Yet the smile on Tang Shikou’s face grew increasingly dangerous and cold. She lightly raised her hand and completely snatched the last thread of life from Long Jingxing, who was barely clinging to survival on the ground!

Long Jingxing only had time for one miserable cry before his neck lolled to the side and he collapsed, breathless. His death was gruesome, like a dried corpse. Liuli clenched her fists tightly, unable to bear the sight, afraid she’d have nightmares if she looked too much.

This stallion-novel male lead… was just… dead!!!

Even though she currently detested Long Jingxing… still… they did have past connections. His death like this left Liuli momentarily overcome with an indescribably awful feeling.

She quickly chanted a few lines in her heart: He’s bad now, he betrayed the Heavenly Martial Sect, he wanted to harm you. Liuli, pull yourself together!

Liuli took a deep breath, pulled herself together, and turned to look at this terrifying Devil Woman who killed at the slightest provocation.

Reborn to live again, counter-killing the male lead, forcibly seizing the female lead, climbing back to the peak…

Although some part of the above seemed a bit off, Liuli, trembling, asked: “Hierarch, do you happen to have a nickname, like… Feng Aotian?”

Tang Shikou: “?”

…

If the Heavenly Fragrance Spirit Body Dual Cultivated willingly with a beloved person, it would produce an incredibly miraculous, even frightening cultivation speed. And the higher the person’s own cultivation base and the firmer their foundation, the better the effect. Simply using it as a Cauldron was indeed a waste.

Tang Shikou was willing to expend effort designing a scheme to save Liuli and endure her many provocations simply because she wanted her willing Dual Cultivation.

But who could have known that in the past life, Tang Shikou, in a state of extreme fury, had tortured Xue Liuli, even going on a slaughter spree within the Heavenly Martial Sect before her very eyes. Finally, she had killed Xue Liuli herself, only to be killed by the enraged Long Jingxing, who seized that opportunity.

With such a deep blood feud of vengeance, Tang Shikou didn’t believe she wouldn’t harbor a grudge.

Therefore, under the premise of this rebirth, no matter how wide Liuli opened her almond-shaped eyes or how desperately she squeezed out a pitiful and innocent smile, Tang Shikou would not believe that the “reborn Xue Liuli” would willingly become her person according to her plan.

Add to that the extremely troublesome Feng Xiwu.

Tang Shikou narrowed her eyes and said to Liuli, “Good little sister, Sister won’t harm you. Do you trust Sister?”

Trust your ass!

Liuli pouted her lips and said, utterly hypocritically, “I trust you.”

“That’s good. I hope you can understand your sister’s painstaking efforts. In the matter of cultivation, one must not be too stubborn!”

Like an eagle snatching a chick, Tang Shikou suddenly pressed her right hand onto Liuli’s dantian. Liuli felt as if Tang Shikou was a giant magnet and she was a tiny iron filing, firmly stuck to Tang Shikou’s hand, unable to move!

Liuli panicked: “Sis, you’re my real sis! We agreed to happily dominate the whole world together, don’t suck me dry!”

Tang Shikou’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t reply.

Her right hand lifted, and a pill swirling with hidden fragrance was forced into Liuli’s mouth.

First blood, then medicine—Tang Shikou really did intend to raise a pill-fattened Liuli!

Holding the pill in her mouth, tears welled in Liuli’s eyes: “Didn’t you say you’d wait for me to cultivate on my own?”

Tang Shikou smiled as she pinched Liuli’s jaw, forcing her to swallow the pill: “This Seat changed her mind.”

Shameless!!!

The next second, a torrent of True Qi surged into Liuli’s body. Liuli momentarily couldn’t withstand the stimulation, rolled her eyes back, and fainted.

…

Liuli had a very painful dream. She dreamed she was being burned by blazing fire. The flames, like flourishing flowers, scorched through every bone in her body without ceasing, until they gathered at her dantian, where the fire suddenly surged in intensity.

At this moment, Liuli suddenly felt very aggrieved, because she thought of one person—Feng Xiwu.

She knew this was an unreasonable thought, but she truly missed her. Missed the cool temperature of her body, missed her gentle palm, and the eyes that always seemed a bit helpless yet indulgent when looking at her.

If only Feng Xiwu were here.

If she were here, she definitely wouldn’t just stand by and watch her suffer.

If she were here, even if she were burned to ashes by the fire, Liuli felt she could endure it.

Unconsciously, a trail of tears slipped from the tightly closed corner of Liuli’s eye.

After an unknown amount of time, the inexplicable fire torture finally ended. Liuli let out a huge sigh of relief. Following it was the pain of her flesh, bones, and blood being reborn and reshaped in the fire.

As if millions of ants had burrowed under her skin, crawling and gnawing along her meridians. And this agony, she had no idea how much longer it would last…

When Liuli woke again, she found herself back in the first room she’d awakened in—that luxurious and excessively pink room. Liuli nervously lowered her head to check. Good, good. It’s still the same set of clothes from the beginning.

Tang Shikou was clearly very picky; she probably wouldn’t casually stoop to this.

Liuli relaxed. Upon relaxing, she subconsciously performed an internal check on her body and saw a golden, round little thing in her dantian…