After the Villain Lost His Cultivation - Chapter 20

⚠⚠ Hello guys, good night. I just wanted to let you know that I changed ‘Three Midnight Snow‘ to → ‘Third Watch Snow‘. This is the correct meaning, the old one was literal. I’m saying that Chinese is going to make me go bald.

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Xi Jianglan has roamed freely across the Thirteen Provinces for so many years, but this is the first time he feels as if he’s trapped in his own web.

On a daily basis, he was used to running his mouth, and Zhuxingzhai was full of men who paid no mind to trivialities. During his four years at Tianyan Academy, Xi Jianglan had even climbed into everyone’s bed in Zhuxingzhai.

Everyone took it in stride, except for Sheng Jiao, who, with his severe cleanliness issues, would simply flick him away with his sleeve. There was never a trace of romance in sight.

Lately, to save his own neck, he’s been bluffing and making up all sorts of love stories between Sheng Jiao and himself.

This time, speaking without thinking, he even dragged Ying Qiao’er into his stories.

But he never imagined…

It would actually come true.

Ying Zhuo’s gaze was now full of unwavering admiration as he looked at Xi Jianglan. The intensity of it made Xi Jianglan’s hands tremble when he finally realized what was happening.

He longs for me but is unable to obtain me.

Who could have thought that the two words he uttered would actually come true?

”Oh my god,” Xi Jianglan thought numbly. ”What kind of cursed fate is this, with a wind cold enough to cut my line? In hundreds of years, Tianyan Academy has produced only a few cut-sleeves, and I just had to run into one?”

Ying Zhuo was still looking at him, head tilted.

When that now fully grown face stared directly at him, it no longer held the innocence of youth, but instead, it was filled with an intense, aggressive focus.

For a moment, Xi Jianglan didn’t know what to say and could only meet his gaze with feigned indifference.

Just a ‘cut-sleeve’, he’d even pretended to be a courtesan before to save his own neck. What was there to fear?

Ying Zhuo laughed and reached out, as if to brush Xi Jianglan’s cheek.

Xi Jianglan instinctively grabbed his wrist, but his movement suddenly froze.

The warm fingers he touched weren’t flesh and blood, they were hard wood.

In an instant, Xi Jianglan’s pupils blurred, then refocused, and the indifference he kept hidden almost surfaced on his brow.

A wooden hand…

Ying Zhuo vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Xi Jianglan’s gaze, and instinctively tried to retract his hand. “Senior Brother?”

“Can’t get what you want?”

Xi Jianglan suddenly smiled for some reason. He still held onto Ying Zhuo’s wrist, lazily tracing two circles on the back of the wooden hand with his fingertips.

Although the wooden hand had no sensation, Ying Zhuo trembled all over just from seeing his motion, as if Xi Jianglan’s fingertips were tracing his flesh, an uncontrollable excitement and desire that came from the very core of his being.

Xi Jianglan seemed to melt into the chair, his body languid as he lay sideways, his slender waist nearly collapsing, forming a curved line.

He lazily bent his elbows and rested them on the armrest, smiling as he asked, “Do you like me?”

Ying Zhuo didn’t hide it: “Yes, I like you, Senior Brother.”

Xi Jianglan smiled, reaching out to gently lift Ying Zhuo’s chin, this was a condescending and somewhat humiliating gesture, but when he did it, it felt affectionate, ambiguous, and captivating.

“There are countless people in this world who admire me. If I were to be with each of them forever, even the entire city of Hezhou wouldn’t be enough to hold them all.”

Xi Jianglan leaned in closer, carrying a faint fragrance of osmanthus, like an enchanting fairy. He spoke softly, “I have always only loved the most powerful people, Qiao’er. Compared to Sheng Jiao, do you think I would choose you?”

Ying Zhuo hesitated for a moment at his proximity: “Senior Brother, do you like Sheng Jiao?”

Xi Jianglan ignored the unease that always arose when the name “Sheng Jiao” was mentioned, and said calmly, “A man like him, upright and righteous, is the most exciting when you sleep with him.”

Ying Zhuo: “…”

Ying Zhuo could never tell whether his senior brother was speaking the truth or lying. After a long silence, he lowered his voice and, like a child, coquettishly said, “If I kill Sheng Jiao, will you stop liking him, Senior Brother?”

Xi Jianglan thought to himself, this kid is really clever.

“Are you stronger than Sheng Jiao now?”

“No.” Ying Zhuo replied without blinking, “But I can kill him.”

As long as I kill the person my senior brother likes, that love which has nowhere to go will fall on me.

This sick and twisted logic should be disturbing, but Xi Jianglan actually smiled. He gently stroked Ying Zhuo’s face and said softly, “Alright, as long as my lover dies, I will be yours.”

The word “lover” clearly pleased Ying Zhuo. He pressed Xi Jianglan’s hand, which was still resting on his face, with his wooden hand, saying, “Once Sheng Jiao is dead, Senior Brother, you won’t think of him anymore.”

Xi Jianglan said gently, “Don’t worry, Sheng Jiao and I were just having a casual fling, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. There’s no love between us.”

Ying Zhuo softly repeated the words “pleasures of the flesh”, and a deep resentment flashed in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

Sheng Jiao really had a charmed life.

… He must be killed.

At this moment, the black cat ran back.

It circled around the painted boat several times, feeling completely disoriented. It muttered, “Why do I feel like the aura of ‘Third Watch Snow’ is all over the boat, but I can’t find its source? Could this little brat be hiding it?”

Xi Jianglan tilted his head and hummed, “Hmm?”

It’s just a mere heavenly level innate mark, why would it need to be hidden?

The black cat grew tired of searching, muttered to itself, and turned into black mist, disappearing behind Xi Jianglan’s neck.

Ying Zhuo took Xi Jianglan’s hand and forced him to spread his palm and press it against his cheek. With a smile in his eyes, he said, “Senior Brother, you’re tired. You should take a nap.”

Although the two of them had just reunited, Ying Zhuo, instead of wanting to talk all night as his usual self would, subtly urged him to rest.

Xi Jianglan gently pulled his hand back with a slight force.

Ying Zhuo was forced to release his hold. His wooden hand curled up, as if he wanted to forcibly grab the bony hand again and press it against his face, wishing to keep that ambiguous tenderness.

Xi Jianglan pulled his hand away but did not retract it. Instead, he lightly patted Ying Zhuo’s cheek, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Why do you always urge me to sleep? What are you planning to do to me?”

Ying Zhuo’s thought process was different from others. He didn’t think that what he had done was shameful at all. His eyes shimmered with sinister black and red spider-like silks, and he replied in a natural tone: “I want to take advantage of you being deeply asleep to plant ‘Weaving under the Eaves’ throughout your spiritual veins, so that you will become my personal puppet.”

Xi Jianglan: “…”

Xi Jianglan probably didn’t expect him to be so honest about his plans. His hand froze in the air, and he fell silent.

This child…

Feng Yu was right. Lixiangzhai always produced demons and treacherous characters.

No matter how obedient Ying Zhuo acted in front of him, it was just a disguise, like the deceitful smile of a venomous snake.

“Don’t worry, Senior Brother. I won’t let you feel any pain.”

Ying Zhuo was still holding his hand, with a strong yet gentle grip. A snow-white, translucent silk silk seemed to emerge from his palm and wrap around Xi Jianglan’s wrist like a dragonfly skimming the water.

That is his innate mark, “Weaving under the Eaves.”

“Weaving under the Eaves” quietly pressed against the life gate on Xi Jianglan’s wrist, tentatively trying to penetrate into his meridians little by little.

Xi Jianglan stared at the spider silk with a smile on his face, neither resisting nor struggling.

“No one will disturb me and my brother anymore,” Ying Zhuo said, staring directly at Xi Jianglan, not disguising the covetousness and madness in his eyes.

Xi Jianglan looked at him with interest and said lazily, “Did you also want to turn me into a puppet back then?”

“Yes.” No matter what Xi Jianglan asked, Ying Zhuo did not hide anything. “But the people from Zhuxingzhai discovered my purpose, and Sheng Jiao also destroyed one of my hands.”

He gently stroked his right hand, and the human skin instantly faded away, revealing a beautiful and delicate wooden hand.

Xi Jianglan didn’t even look at the silk silk at his wrist, which was about to penetrate into the bones, blood, and meridians, and tapped Ying Zhuo’s hand with pity.

“How pitiful.”

Ying Zhuo looked at him obediently. “Brother, have you agreed?”

Once “Weaving under the Eaves” penetrates into the meridians, Xi Jianglan will completely become a puppet controlled by others.

No matter how much I yearn for freedom in my mind, my soul will seem to be trapped in a cage, watching my body perform actions contrary to my will.

It’s no different from being dead.

Xi Jianglan gently hooked the spider silk with his fingers and suddenly said something without warning.

”Qiao’er, do you know what a villain is?”

Ying Zhuo didn’t understand the sudden question but still answered obediently: ”It’s evil, incompatible with righteousness.”

Xi Jianglan pinched Ying Zhuo’s chin, looking at his handsome face with a casual, indifferent gaze, as if appraising an object. He said nonchalantly, ”Doesn’t everyone want to know what my spiritual innate mark is? I’ll tell you today.”

Ying Zhuo’s breath hitched.

What exactly is the ability of the twelfth spiritual level innate mark in the Thirteen Provinces? This is the most mysterious, unsolved enigma of the Thirteen Provinces.

Spiritual level innate mark are always earth-shattering when revealed. Countless people have speculated about it but have never received confirmation. Even during the four years that Xi Jianglan spent at Tianyan Academy, no trace of it ever surfaced.

Except for the long-dead Xi family, no one else knows.

And today, Xi Jianglan was actually willing to tell him?

The honor that belonged only to him made Ying Zhuo’s heart race. His blood seemed to burn, rushing through his meridians and resonating like drums in his ears.

Xi Jianglan glanced at the bookshelf by accident, then turned his gaze back to Ying Zhuo and spoke quietly.

”Inexpressible’ is my spiritual innate mark.”

Ying Zhuo’s heart pounded, unable to grasp what ability this name of the innate mark represented.

“What is it?”

Xi Jianglan didn’t hide it: “It allows one to see through the true essence of this world.”

“The truth?”

“In fact, this world is a book with a predetermined ending already written.” Xi Jianglan continued nonchalantly, his fingers lightly twirling the snow-white spider silk, his tone indifferent, as if speaking about an ordinary matter.

“You and I are both villains destined to fail. Sheng Jiao is the Son of Heaven, favored by fate.”

Ying Zhuo’s eyes darkened, his wooden hand clenched tightly, making a creepy “crack” sound.

“A book…?”

Ying Zhuo instinctively thought this was nonsense, but Xi Jianglan’s eyes were too beautiful and pure, as clear as ripples on water, no one could doubt those eyes.

And especially not Ying Zhuo.

He stared at him for a while and whispered, “Am I… destined to be defeated by Sheng Jiao?”

No wonder Sheng Jiao was so favored by heaven. His ability to “Way of Heaven” was almost invincible, a true monster.

So, he truly is the Son of Heaven?

Xi Jianglan used a little force to lift Ying Zhuo’s chin, causing him to look at him with a confused expression, and said gently, “I knew everyone’s end six years ago. You will also lose once today.”

Ying Zhuo said, “No, I have already killed Sheng Jiao, Heng Yudu, and Feng Yu. I will not lose this time.”

Xi Jianglan: “…”

Kill, kill who?

Ying Zhuo explained, “I am now on a painted boat with my senior brother. I have sealed off Hezhou City so that no one can leave. If the Hezhou boat takes in water in a few moments, everyone on it will die.”

Xi Jianglan’s unfathomable smile froze for a moment. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he resumed his calm, composed demeanor.

He lightly said, “Sheng Jiao will not die.”

If “Way of Heaven” and “Changing Moon” could die so easily in a small Hezhou City, spiritual level innate marks would not have attracted the attention of countless noble families in the Thirteen Provinces.

“Even if he doesn’t die, he will be trapped in Hezhou City for half a day and won’t be able to come out to kill me easily.”

Ying Zhuo, who was full of arrogance, had the shock he felt from the ending of “Inexpressible” disappear in an instant. He laughed and repeated, “Brother, I will not lose to Sheng Jiao.”

Xi Jianglan asked, “Who said you would lose to Sheng Jiao today?”

Ying Zhuo, intrigued, asked, “Then who will I lose to?”

Xi Jianglan slightly closed his eyes, seemingly contemplating the content of “Inexpressible.” After a moment, he said directly, “Did you get a new innate mark today, called ‘Third Watch Snow’?”

Ying Zhuo did not avoid the topic of the innate mark painting this time. He nodded and asked, “Will this innate mark painting cause me to lose?”

“That’s correct.” Xi Jianglan replied slowly. “Yu Tuishan from Evil Qi Road came from Qin… Qin Si, that’s his name. Qin Si told me that someone was secretly buying and selling innate marks on Evil Qi Road, so he followed the clues to Hezhou City. After three o’clock in the morning, he will bring the girl Qin Banban to identify you as the one who took her innate mark.”

Ying Zhuo’s pupils contracted slightly.

“And then?” he asked.

“Yu Tuishan will not allow Evil Qi Road to buy or sell innate marks.” Xi Jianglan said. “After finding ‘Third Watch Snow,’ he will seal your spiritual power and throw you into the Snow Disaster Illusionary Realm, where you’ll be left to die frozen.”

Ying Zhuo suddenly smiled.

Xi Jianglan calmly said, “What are you laughing at?”

“Brother.” Ying Zhuo took Xi Jianglan’s wrist, gently stroking the slightly cool, pale skin with his fingers, murmuring softly, “The people of Zhuxingzhai say you never speak the truth, but I didn’t believe them.”

Xi Jianglan’s expression did not change, and even his pulse and heartbeat did not quicken.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I have always believed in you, brother. Whatever you said, I believed it all.” Ying Zhuo looked at him tenderly. “But something’s not right.”

Xi Jianglan couldn’t figure out what he had said wrong.

Ying Zhuo considerately explained, ”The ‘Third Watch Snow’ is gone. I’ve completely fused it into the painted boat. Even if Yu Tuishan comes, he won’t be able to find any traces of it, let alone activate the Snow Disaster Illusory Realm to make me die in it.”

It was entirely different from what Xi Jianglan had said.

Either ‘Inexpressible’s’ result was false, or…

Everything Xi Jianglan had said was nonsense.

Xi Jianglan’s fingertips moved reflexively, and his gaze turned vacant for a moment.

”Fused into the painted boat?”

”It never snows on Evil Qi Road.”

Ying Zhuo’s voice was soft and gentle, like a creeping chill crawling up Xi Jianglan’s spine. That familiar, handsome face seemed possessed, smiling obediently and gently, yet evoking a chilling dread.

”The first time I met you, brother, was on a snowy day.” Ying Zhuo’s expression held a hint of nostalgia and a sickly obsession as he stared directly at Xi Jianglan’s face. ”‘Third Watch Snow’ is a unique innate mark, perfectly suited to adorn the painted boat, making it snow here all year round.”

Xi Jianglan was stunned, staring at him blankly.

Ying Zhuo took his hands almost reverently, an expectant smile brightening his features.

”Brother, stay here with me, forever.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the “Weaving under the Eaves” that had been lingering on Xi Jianglan’s wrist suddenly penetrated into his meridians like a dragon, leaving a hideous blood mark.

Hezhou City.

The burst dam water rushed in, knocking countless cultivators to the ground. They struggled to leave, but the jade order in their hands, allowing entry and exit from Hezhou City, was useless no matter how much spiritual power they input. They could only ride the wind to the highest point of Hezhou City.

Feng Yu summoned two vengeful spirits to lift Heng Yudu’s wheelchair to prevent Heng Zhiyuan’s noble soles from getting wet.

Heng Yudu lowered his gaze and fiddled with the jade order for most of the day before coming to a conclusion: “We can’t get out.”

Feng Yu sat on the armrest of his wheelchair, saying unhappily, “Are we just going to wait here to die?”

“Isn’t Sheng Jiao looking for a way out?” Heng Yudu frowned, fiddling with the jade order in his hand, this was his unique gesture when he was impatient.

Feng Yu was puzzled: “Then why are you in such a hurry?”

“I’m worried about Jianglan.” Heng Yudu sighed silently.

“Why worry about that little liar who keeps talking nonsense?” Feng Yu sneered. “Besides, Ying Qiao’er is crazy about him and won’t hurt him at all. Even if it’s serious, he will just make him a puppet. When the time comes, Sheng Jiao can go over and use a heavenly thunderbolt to chop that idiot into charcoal, and then pull out ‘Weaving under the Eaves.'”

Heng Yudu shook his head: “I’m not worried that Ying Zhuo will hurt Jianglan.”

What he was really worried about was the “Abandoned Immortal Bone” in Xi Jianglan’s hand.

Xi Jue has been making jokes and causing trouble everywhere since he was young. He seems heartless, arrogant, and reckless, but everyone in Zhuxingzhai knows that, in reality, he is one of the softest hearted people around.

Ying Qiao’er is paranoid and treacherous. Even if he truly plans to turn Xi Jianglan into a puppet, he might not get angry.

However, if something were to go wrong with Qin Banban’s ‘Third Watch Snow’…

Heng Yudu always had an ominous premonition in his heart, and his eyebrows were full of anxiety. He raised his hand to release a glass bird to search for Sheng Jiao, who had disappeared.

Seeing Heng Yudu, usually calm and composed, lose his composure, Feng Yu also became nervous: ”Then… can Sheng Jiao break this barrier?”

”I don’t know,” Heng Yudu replied. ”If he is still in the Return to Void stage, it might be difficult.”

As the two were talking, a streak of white lightning suddenly flashed across the gray sky of Hezhou City.

The thunder roared down from the sky!

The thunder was deafening, and even Feng Yu couldn’t resist. He covered his ears, shouting at Heng Yudu like a mad dog: ”No wonder he always summons silent thunder! If Xi Jue hears this, his soul will run ten thousand miles away!”

Heng Yudu remained composed in the thunderstorm, calmly stroking the glass bird.

He sensed the spiritual power containing the spiritual level pattern, and his gaze shifted slightly.

Sheng Jiao is definitely no longer in the simple Return to Void stage. His state of mind has likely reached the Mahayana stage, and he is only one step away from breaking through.

“Oh no.” Heng Yudu murmured softly.

Feng Yu read his lips and roared, “What’s wrong?! Are we going to die here?”

Heng Yudu shook his head. “I forgot to remind Jianglan.”

The “Changing Moon” glass jade slips he gave to Xi Jianglan would last for a month for those below the Return to Void stage.

But if used by someone above the Return to Void stage, the effect would be greatly reduced, and ten days would be the limit.

Heng Yudu silently prayed that Xi Jianglan would not use those jade slips on Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao, at the half-step Mahayana stage, controlled the wind in the air. For some reason, the Tianyan Bead was restless, as if it could not control his overwhelming killing intent.

Rumble.

He summoned bolts of heavenly thunder from the spiritual energy of the world, mercilessly striking against the barriers of Hezhou City.

The Ten Heavenly Paths had just passed.

The sky seemed to be ripped open, the violent emptiness twisted, and the Evil Qi Road power hissed out.

The barrier of Hezhou City was actually violently broken by him?!

The cultivators still struggling below stared at the sky in a daze. It took them a long time to recognize the black figure flying in the air.

“Is it Sect Leader Sheng?!”

“Xiezhi Sect’s Sheng Jiao?”

”Master Sheng, thank you for your immense favor!”

With no time for more words, everyone struggled to ride the wind and rushed towards the crack in the sky.

Feng Yu urged the evil spirits to lift the wheelchair, and in an instant, it appeared in front of Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao seemed to think the evil spirits were too slow, and lightly grabbed the wheelchair with one hand.

Thunder flashed across the sky, and the three of them quickly left Hezhou City, which had already been mostly submerged by water.

A major incident had occurred in Hezhou City, with nearly ten thousand people perishing. The news quickly spread throughout the entire Evil Qi Road.

Those who came to the Evil Qi Road were not good people. They had almost lost their lives just trying to buy something. Countless cultivators cursed and clamored, demanding justice from the people of the Evil Qi Road.

At the crispy fish stall on Lane 19, Yu Tuishan was sitting on the steps, swinging his legs and eating crispy fish. Hearing the commotion from the main street, he curiously poked his head out to take a look.

“So many people…”

The stall owner was a demonic cultivator with a ferocious face, but he was wearing a pink apron and hunched over the small stall, busy at all times. The aroma of the crispy fish could be smelled from far away.

“My lord, they seem to be clamoring for Evil Qi Road to give them justice.”

Yu Tuishan almost choked on a grain of pepper and salt. His eyes turned red, and he laughed while coughing and gasping for breath.

“Justice? Hahaha!” The small crispy fish in his hand almost fell, and Yu Tuishan laughed with tears in his eyes, “In this Evil Qi Road, someone actually asked me for justice? It’s truly ridiculous.”

The main street of Evil Qi Road was noisy and bustling. The lanterns hanging on both sides were blown all over the place by the crowd and almost fell to the ground, catching fire.

Feng Yu shook the water off his sleeves and said disdainfully, “That bastard Ying Qiao’er, I’ll kill him sooner or later.”

Heng Yudu asked, “Wuzhuo, can you find where Jianglan is?”

Sheng Jiao didn’t say anything. The 107 Tianyan Beads in his hand suddenly scattered and flew out, sending strands of lightning patterns through the air.

Heng Yudu was stunned, as if he had figured something out: “You put that Tianyan Bead…”

On Xi Jianglan?!!

The 107 Tianyan Beads moved extremely fast, and in just a moment, they rushed back like arrows. With a crisp “click,” they formed a string of beads and hung from Sheng Jiao’s wrist.

Sheng Jiao’s dark eyes flashed like lightning, and he suddenly looked up at the water-rippled sky.

The sky above Evil Qi Road is like the surface of the Yuchuan River, and one can even see the bright moon in the sky through the thin flow of water.

The bright moon seemed to be reflected on the surface of the water, rippling in layers, creating shimmering waves.

A painted boat, seemingly upside down, leisurely passed through the sky

“Bang—”

Sheng Jiao, riding the wind, sensed a powerful spiritual force coming from the painted boat before even getting close.

Heng Yudu, momentarily stunned, changed his expression in an instant.

”Sheng Jiao!”

Sheng Jiao seemed to sense something, and his face darkened to the extreme. His tall figure, like a flash of lightning, rushed towards the painted boat in the sky like a hot knife through butter before Heng Yudu could finish his words.

Another loud crash sounded as the upside-down painted boat, slowly moving across the sky, shook violently.

Ying Zhuo’s pupils shrank. Pressing his back against the half-collapsed carved wooden door, he looked forward in astonishment. His delicate wooden right hand had shattered into sawdust, which mixed with the howling snow outside and fell down.

Strips of white gauze with ink characters were blown into a tangle by the wind, and snow fluttered in from the broken windows of the houseboat. Xi Jianglan stood alone in the center, his long hair cascading down. His hands, hanging at his sides, trembled with fine shakes.

”No more?” he murmured.

Ying Zhuo tried hard to steady himself and lowered his gaze to look at his own hands.

Xi Jianglan, clearly a cultivator who had lost all his abilities, how could he possess such spiritual power?

A slight “hiss” sounded.

A faint purple spiritual force flashed across Xi Jianglan’s frail body, scattering his dark hair into the air in a chaotic whirlwind.

Xi Jianglan’s steady breathing began to tremble violently. It felt like though something alive was crawling through his meridians, an eerie sensation that made one shiver all over.

Ying Zhuo was startled and shouted harshly, “Xi Jianglan!”

He actually used the Abandoned Immortal Bone?!

A black mist suddenly emerged from the back of Xi Jianglan’s neck, transforming into a black cat on the spot.

It was so frightened that its fur stood on end and it cried out in terror, ”Xi Jianglan! Stop! We will die!”

Xi Jianglan chuckled softly, and a purple vein slowly crawled up his pale, sickly face, giving him a seductive yet sinister look.

He raised his blood-stained hand to his lips, the crimson tip of his tongue licking his wrist. Suddenly, it seemed as if his teeth had caught something and closed gently as he swung his wrist down decisively.

The “Weaving under the Eaves” that had infiltrated most of his meridians was forcibly extracted. The semi-transparent spider silk, now stained with blood, splattered a ghastly blood mark across Xi Jianglan’s face as it was pulled out.

Xi Jianglan showed no sign of pain, his eyes unwavering as he gently parted his blood-smeared lips, letting the spider silk fall from between them.

Ying Zhuo stared at him in a daze, “Senior Brother?”

The wound on his wrist healed rapidly, and Xi Jianglan slowly turned his head to gaze at Ying Zhuo.

A vast amount of “Abandoned Immortal Bones” spread through his meridians, briefly filling him with an overwhelming spiritual power that surged with great intensity. His cold, icy gaze alone seemed to exude a harsh killing intent.

He parted his lips lightly, each word slow and deliberate, as if murmuring the name of someone dear to him

His murderous aura built up, layer by layer, quickly reaching its peak.

“Ying… Zhuo.”