Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 37

Just as she was about to rise upon hearing her disciple’s report, a figure appeared at the entrance of the secret chamber.

It was Baili Fusu.

The gentle, sharp aura of Sword Peak’s favored son had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity that seemed to weigh him down, casting him in a somber light.

He held an ancient black jade slip in his hands, its aura of antiquity almost palpable.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Baili Fusu’s gaze swept past her, glanced at Zhuohuo lying on the Cold Jade Bed, and then fixed on her, cutting straight to the point.

I’ve found a clue to suppress the curse on him.

The words pierced through the deathly silence of the secret chamber.

Zheng Qiuyu’s breath caught in her throat.

A long-buried emotion ignited deep within her heart, a faint spark that burned her divine soul with searing intensity.

Hope.

She raised her gaze to meet Baili Fusu’s.

He stepped forward and handed her the cold, black jade slip.

A rare copy from Sword Peak’s forbidden archives the Myriad Curses Manual, he said, his voice low and strained. The ‘Bloodline Symbiosis Curse’ recorded within matches his condition with ninety percent accuracy.

Zheng Qiuyu took the jade slip. The moment her fingertips brushed its surface, an icy chill pierced straight to her marrow. Her breath nearly froze in her lungs.

The cure?

Hearing those words, Baili Fusu’s face darkened, as if he could wring water from it. He stared at Zheng Qiuyu in silence, his gaze weighing whether she could bear the answer.

Finally, he spoke, each word deliberate and heavy

Silent Soul Abyss.

The words carried no warmth, yet they instantly drained every trace of heat from Zheng Qiuyu’s limbs and bones.

That faint spark of hope was extinguished by the glacial weight of those three words, as if a ten-thousand-year-old block of ice had been dropped upon her head.

Not even a wisp of green smoke rose.

The Azure Origin Realm—a name known to every man, woman, and child.

The Silent Soul Abyss.

A place of death, where no life could survive.

Baili Fusu seemed about to explain further. He wanted to move closer and point out the obscure key incantation on the jade slip.

He took a step forward.

The distance between them narrowed to less than three feet.

In that instant, an invisible, icy, yet overwhelmingly domineering chaotic force materialized before him, forming an impenetrable barrier.

The barrier was silent but unbreakable, firmly blocking him three feet away.

As the Sword Peak’s most prodigious talent, Baili Fusu possessed an exceptionally keen divine soul.

He immediately sensed the pure, destructive intent contained within the barrier. If he dared to advance even an inch further, this force would crush him into dust.

His entire body stiffened, his feet rooted to the spot.

Baili Fusu abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the still-sleeping man on the Cold Jade Bed, his eyes churning with stormy emotions.

Zheng Qiuyu felt it too.

The protective force flashed and vanished, lacking any earth-shattering power. Yet it felt like a hand had plucked heavily at the strings of her heart.

It was Zhuohuo.

This silent, unwavering protection, even in his slumber, stirred a strange, bitter ache in her heart—one she refused to acknowledge.

Seizing the opportunity, she took a half-step back, subtly distancing herself from Baili Fusu.

This movement both acknowledged Zhuohuo’s unspoken claim of territory and allowed her to regain control of the situation.

Thank you, Senior Brother, she said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. I can research this myself.

Baili Fusu gave her a complex look, which ultimately dissolved into a soft sigh.

The resentful energy in the Silent Soul Abyss corrodes the very bones and targets the divine soul. Even I dare not venture too deep, he warned solemnly. If you truly intend to go, exercise extreme caution.

Before his words faded, his figure vanished into the night.

The secret chamber returned to its deathly silence.

Zheng Qiuyu lowered her gaze to the cold, black jade slip in her hand.

The chilling aura seemed to seep through her fingertips, inching its way into her bones.

This wasn’t hope.

What Baili Fusu had given her was a ticket to another hell.

But do I even have a choice?

She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all traces of vulnerability and hesitation had vanished.

Zheng Qiuyu’s divine sense plunged into the Myriad Curses Manual.

An ancient, malevolent torrent of information instantly flooded her mind.

The first line, written in dried bl00d, loomed large, radiating a palpable aura of bloodlust and ill omen.

The words plunged Zheng Qiuyu’s vision into sudden darkness.

Those who enter the abyss must offer the bl00d of their closest kin as a guide, lest their soul be scattered to the winds.

The bl00d-red words seared themselves into her mind, repeating endlessly.

The bl00d of closest kin.

In this world, she was utterly alone.

A solitary soul from another realm—where would she find such kin?

Baili Fusu hadn’t offered hope he had delivered a sentence.

A death sentence for Zhuohuo, and an end to her own struggles.

Zheng Qiuyu remained motionless, standing in perfect stillness as if time itself had frozen around her.

She couldn’t give up.

This conviction wasn’t born of reason, but from an instinct deep within her bones, from the very core of her soul.

To abandon Zhuohuo would be to abandon herself.

She once again submerged her divine sense into the dark ocean that was the Myriad Curses Manual.

This time, she wasn’t searching for hope.

She was grasping at a desperate lifeline, even if that lifeline was steeped in deadly poison.

Ancient, malevolent curses filled with malice swirled around her.

Each character sprang to life, transforming into writhing insects that burrowed frantically into her divine soul, seeking to corrupt and devour her consciousness.

Agonizing pain surged through her, as if countless invisible needles were simultaneously piercing her soul.

She fiercely suppressed the maddening chaos threatening to overwhelm her, channeling her divine sense into billions of tendrils that swept relentlessly across every corner of the jade slip, probing every overlooked crevice.

Time slipped away.

Just as her divine soul was about to be completely assimilated by the sinister incantations, becoming part of them…

She found it.

In a nearly overlooked corner, a detailed description of how to suppress the curse core of the Bloodline Symbiosis Curse materialized within her divine sense. A method truly existed.

By venturing into the deepest depths of the Silent Soul Abyss and locating the curse core, shrouded in endless resentful energy, she could temporarily seal it using a specific technique.

With the curse core sealed, the Love Gu’s eruption would be suppressed, and Zhuohuo’s life would no longer be in immediate danger.

A wave of euphoria surged through Zheng Qiuyu’s mind, nearly suffocating her.

Her divine sense trembled as she greedily devoured the remaining text.

Then, her heart froze once more.

The prerequisite for that passage remained those bloodstained words

Must be of closest bl00d relation…

The jade slip’s annotation coldly explained the reason

The resentful energy of the Silent Soul Abyss would instinctively devour any foreign divine soul.

Only a pure soul connected by bl00d would be recognized as kin by the chaotic resentful energy, granting it the right to enter the abyss’s depths.

Zheng Qiuyu’s divine sense retreated from the jade slip in disarray.

Her body swayed, and she steadied herself against the nearby stone wall.

The air in the secret chamber was bone-chillingly cold.

She was a transmigrator, the most thorough outsider in this world.

No.

She refused to believe it.

She plunged her divine sense back into the jade slip, this time ignoring the main incantation and focusing solely on the fragmented annotations left by predecessors, hoping to find a sliver of hope.

Like a madwoman, she devoured the age-worn information word by word, sentence by sentence.

Finally.

In an almost completely faded crimson annotation, she found the only alternative

Detach a strand of one’s Primordial Divine Soul.

Using the purest essence of her Primordial Divine Soul, she could fabricate the aura of bl00d kinship, deceiving the resentful energy of the Silent Soul Abyss.

Zheng Qiuyu stared at the annotation, each word like a rusty, dull knife repeatedly slicing into her soul.

At the end of the annotation, written in startling bl00d-red characters, were the consequences of this act

Once the Primordial Divine Soul is severed, it can never be restored.

At best, the divine soul will be weakened, preventing any further progress in cultivation for life.

At worst, the Dao Foundation will collapse, rendering one a cripple.

In rare cases, the soul may shatter instantly upon separation, resulting in immediate death.

Zheng Qiuyu’s gaze slowly drifted to the sleeping man on the Cold Jade Bed.

His breathing was steady, but the crack in the Love Gu Chain between his brows appeared particularly grotesque in the dim light.

Save him?

Or save herself?

For the first time, this question presented itself with such brutal clarity.

To gamble her entire future, even her life, for a tool of a male lead she had been manipulating all along.

Was it worth it?

As she wrestled with this agonizing dilemma, her heart tearing itself apart,

A cold, emotionless voice echoed in her mind.

Warning If the host forcibly separates the Primordial Divine Soul, the success rate is less than ten percent.

The System paused, then delivered its second death sentence.

Moreover, once the Primordial Divine Soul’s aura is leaked, it will be easily detected by the Heavenly Dao Laws as an Anomalous Variable. At that point, Heavenly Punishment will descend.

Less than ten percent.

And she would still face pursuit by the Heavenly Dao.

This wasn’t a choice.

It was a dead end.

Zheng Qiuyu suddenly laughed.

She walked to a basin of clear water in the secret chamber and gazed at the face reflected in the water.

The face showed exhaustion and despair, but even more prominently, it radiated a burning, all-consuming madness born from being driven to the brink.

Her shoulders shook with laughter, her voice desolate yet carrying a fierce determination that seemed to pierce the heavens.

Ten percent?

It’s better than nothing.

She lifted her head, as if confronting some unseen entity watching her from the shadows.

The Heavenly Dao wants to punish me?

Then it will have to prove it has the power to catch me first!