“I did not consort with monsters!”
“I did not betray the Thousand Machines Sect, nor the Northern Profound Realm!”
“I did not harm my fellow cultivators, nor did I deceive my master and destroy my ancestors!!!”
Torrential rain poured down, drowning out the girl’s desperate cries.
On the Sin Cleansing Platform, crimson blood snaked like a stream, flowing along intricate curse patterns and converging into a sinister array.
At the center of the Blood Array, the girl’s robes were soaked red. Vital points across her body had been pierced by sharp swords, pinning her limbs wide open, nailed alive to the platform.
In the bloody glow beneath her, the reflections of thousands of white-robed, sanctimonious figures loomed above.
Nine small orbs of light floated around her, straining with all their might to pull the swords from her body, but to no avail.
Chu Weiliang, the Northern Profound Realm’s favored daughter, the Thousand Machines Sect’s most outstanding prodigy, Fang Jixue’s most prized direct disciple.
She had dared to disarm and step onto this Sin Cleansing Platform today with no intention of confessing!
She wanted to live long enough to see her master—he must believe in her, he must know she was innocent!!!
Yet, another flash of blue light, a sword struck eccentrically from behind. The pain was suffocating, not enough to kill instantly, but enough to render her powerless to defend herself.
“Master has no desire to see you! He entrusted the Azurefall Sword to me, commanding me to oversee your punishment—to watch you cleanse your sins with blood, pierced by ten thousand swords. Not one more, not one less.”
The clear, melodious voice belonged to Fang Jixue’s newly accepted disciple, the young princess of the Galan Kingdom, An Nan Chan.
“You vile woman, don’t you dare harm my master!”
The nine orbs hovering around Chu Weiliang let out a series of fierce, childlike roars, rushing forward one after another to protect her.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
An Nan Chan’s cheek was scratched by tiny claws, leaving a trail of blood, and her delicate palace attire was torn in several places.
“Ah!” An Nan Chan screamed, covering her face. “I pleaded with Master to spare your life, and yet you allow these little demons to attack me, openly repaying kindness with malice! You truly have been corrupted by monsters, beyond redemption!”
Chu Weiliang let the cold rain beat against her face, mingling with the blood as it streamed down. She laughed bitterly at the sky, an inexplicable stubbornness surging within her.
“How kind of you. During the entrance trials, when you were crawling and weeping like a dog, I never should have saved your wretched life.”
An Nan Chan twitched at the mention of her humiliating past. She pulled the bloodstained green jade sword from Chu Weiliang’s body, twirling it deftly in her hand before thrusting it forward with a “shick,” tearing open the fabric at Chu Weiliang’s shoulder.
“In the battle of North Mang Mountain, the ninety thousand elites from the Seven Kingdoms and Twelve Sects of the Northern Profound were annihilated. Three days later, you alone returned unscathed. Why? Because you consorted with monsters! Look, everyone—this is irrefutable proof!”
A collective gasp swept through the crowd.
On Chu Weiliang’s bloodstained shoulder, a Demonic Mark stood out starkly—a wild, ferocious Manjusaka, flickering with a sinister crimson glow amidst the blood.
This was a mark left by a demon man after intimacy, a declaration of ownership.
It was the ultimate humiliation for every man in the Northern Profound Realm!
This woman not only possessed a once-in-a-millennium bone structure but was also a Cauldron of unparalleled value.
She had once been the lofty moon above the entire Northern Profound Realm, admired and desired by countless, day and night. Yet now, she had willingly debased herself, consorting with monsters!!!
In an instant, the voices of condemnation surged like a tidal wave over the Sin Cleansing Platform.
“They say the Demon Race excels in absorption techniques, especially the shameless and despicable Dual Cultivation Path!”
“She willingly became a Cauldron for the Demon Race!”
“Kill her! Kill this disgrace of the Northern Profound Realm!”
“Kill her…!”
A rain of swords descended.
Suddenly, at the instant the myriad swords were about to strike, the surroundings abruptly fell into silence, all flying swords suspended mid-air.
A chilling aura instantly enveloped the entire Sin Cleansing Platform.
Chu Weiliang opened her eyes desolately, rainwater mingling with blood dripping from her lashes.
Reflected in her pupils was a figure clad in celestial blue.
Fang Jixue, ethereal and cold, hovered mid-air, his robes fluttering. His eyes half-lowered, his gaze icy, fixed intently on the flickering crimson Manjusaka upon her shoulder.
“Master…?”
Chu Weiliang’s fingers twitched, yearning to touch his spotless robe, but pinned mercilessly to the Sin Cleansing Platform, she couldn’t move an inch.
He was before her, yet felt worlds away.
She exerted all her strength, yet he remained unreachable.
“Master… you believe me, tell them… I am innocent… I did nothing… this Demonic Mark… I don’t know where it came from…”
Only before him would Chu Weiliang plead so humbly. She strained to lift her face, her vision blurred with blood, no longer able to discern his features clearly.
Yet, she saw distinctly as her deity accepted the Azurefall Sword from An Nan Chan.
Fang Jixue, floating ethereally above, stepped forward, each footfall stirring crimson ripples in the blood pooling on the Sin Cleansing Platform, advancing toward her step by step.
The azure glow of the long sword suddenly sharpened. Without the slightest hesitation, its icy blade pressed against the crown of her head, and without a word of farewell, it pierced downward…
In Chu Weiliang’s eyes, a bloody light instantly eclipsed everything.
Suffocation, excruciating pain, the silent shattering of her soul by the sword’s edge…
The only light was the final despair.
So, you are the one who trusts me the least in this world!
Ah, I understand.
In that case, what does so-called innocence matter—!!!
After all, in this world, no one is truly innocent…
Chu Weiliang’s already shattered body erupted with a violent surge of crimson light, explosively hurling all the swords pinning her toward Fang Jixue, An Nan Chan, and everyone on the Sin Cleansing Platform in a backlash!
“Celestial Demon Disintegration! She has become a demon!” An Nan Chan screamed, rushing toward Fang Jixue.
Hey lovelies, long time no see, I’m back.
Just a quick note: 【Fang Jixue is not the male lead. The stern yet flirtatious Master you’re waiting for will arrive soon.】
This new book will continue to tell a good story and update regularly. I’m feeling quite nervous right now, hope you’ll like it.