An Nan Chan’s thrust sword remained suspended mid-air, her face stiff as a corpse. The fully restored skin began to twitch with violent pain.
“Chu… Chu Weiliang???”
Why was she still alive!
Why was she here!!!
No, she hadn’t just survived death.
A wisp of remnant soul, a fragment of peach wood.
She… she had been reborn!!!
Chu Weiliang ignored the woman, her figure slowly descending.
Below, Fang Jixue’s gaze tightly followed her until she flew down before him.
The two hovered before the vast purple light of the Myriad Phenomena Formation, separated by about ten feet.
Beside them, inside the light barrier, Feng Xi was frantically roaring and scratching everywhere.
“Liars! Liars! All you women are liars!!!”
Yet he was completely ignored.
Bathed in the halo of light, Chu Weiliang tilted her head slightly, just like in her youth, her clear eyes fixed on Fang Jixue.
Well?
How does it feel to see the disciple you personally killed return?
Are you happy?
Isn’t it terrifying?
Isn’t it fun?
Why not join me in hell?
Her face, though beautiful, possessed an illusory quality—fragile as if it would shatter at the slightest touch, just like before.
She waited for Fang Jixue to speak.
Whether he called her a wicked disciple, a traitor, or a scoundrel.
No words could shock her anymore.
Fang Jixue merely watched her silently, his face and the depths of his eyes completely devoid of emotion.
Exactly as he had been a thousand years ago when he personally executed her.
Their stalemate lasted only a moment, yet felt eternal.
Finally, his lips moved, and he spoke.
“You… who are you?”
For a moment, Chu Weiliang didn’t know whether to laugh hysterically or weep bitterly.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Hahahahaha…!!!
The grievances and hatred she thought were carved in her bones—all of it—meant nothing to him.
He had even forgotten who she was.
He didn’t remember what she looked like anymore.
Heh, fine.
Very well.
Chu Weiliang’s brows furrowed slightly, as if her beauty shattered along with her composure.
Her slender hand slowly rose, pausing between her and Fang Jixue.
Illuminated by the crackling purple light of the Myriad Phenomena Formation, her two soft fingers pressed together. As his pupils slowly contracted, she gently formed a hand seal.
Then…
Snap!
A sharp snap of her fingers.
Her eyes drooped with regret.
Beautiful yet detestable.
On the Myriad Phenomena Formation, the flaw she had previously mended instantly tore open, exploding with countless ice-like cracks that rapidly spread in all directions.
Seizing the opportunity, Feng Xi gathered his strength and let out a heaven-shaking roar, bursting through the formation’s breach and charging straight at Fang Jixue!
“Play with him to death, as you please!”
Chu Weiliang commanded softly.
Awooo—!
Feng Xi already held a grudge against Fang Jixue and An Nan Chan, that wretched pair. Even without her order, he would have torn them apart.
In an instant, a fierce battle erupted.
Fang Jixue focused entirely on the fight, never glancing toward Chu Weiliang again.
Chu Weiliang, however, kept her eyes fixed on him.
She wanted to watch him die while casually snacking on melon seeds.
As the breach in the Myriad Phenomena Formation widened, the Monsters in the tower launched another counterattack. The forces of the Seven Kingdoms and Twelve Sects, exhausted from half a day of fierce combat, were at their limits.
Yet the Monsters imprisoned in the tower for millennia seemed endless, surging forth in wave after wave.
Fang Jixue had reached the point of fighting while retreating, no longer able to maintain the formation and instead focusing on protecting his disciples. However, he seemed to show no extra concern for the bride, An Nan Chan.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Chu Weiliang found a high spot with Hua Hua to sit and watch the spectacle. She nibbled on a melon seed between two rows of small white teeth, her bright eyes suddenly sparkling with a clever thought.
It seemed Fang Jixue had also suffered severe injuries on the Sin Cleansing Platform, wounds that hadn’t healed even after a thousand years.
She remembered his jade bracelet once had a jade bead condensed from Life Essence, but at some point, that bead had disappeared.
During the final moment of Celestial Demon Disintegration, she had intended to drag him down with her in mutual destruction, but she failed—likely because An Nan Chan had taken the blow for him.
So, he owed her a life.
Today’s grand wedding was nothing but An Nan Chan’s one-sided wish.
Their marriage was a sham!
Heh heh heh… How interesting.
As she pondered this, a sudden cry of alarm rose from the battle ahead.
Chu Weiliang lifted her eyelids to look and saw Fang Jixue had been slammed to the ground by Feng Xi, followed immediately by An Nan Chan being thrown heavily beside him.
Feng Xi, blinded in one eye, was already frenzied. Combined with his impenetrable hide and the complete collapse of the Myriad Phenomena Formation, he fought like an eternal machine—victory was inevitable.
The scene was terrifying. The oppressive aura of this ancient Magic Beast made Hua Hua curl into a ball, protecting her Demon Core.
“G-Grandma, do something!”
“Nothing can be done.” Chu Weiliang kept a melon seed between her lips.
Fang Jixue’s true power far exceeded this display.
With all his hidden cards, if he could die facing just one Feng Xi, he would have perished hundreds or thousands of times over.
How could he have survived until now, waiting for her return to torment him?
Feng Xi roared, gathering energy to its peak before launching a fatal strike at the fallen Fang Jixue and An Nan Chan.
For a moment, everyone gave up hope.
No one could save them.
Who could have predicted a joyous celebration would turn into this?
“ROAR—!”
Feng Xi struck down!
Turbulent, explosive light erupted!
BOOM—!
A blinding white light filled heaven and earth, overwhelming everyone’s vision.
Chu Weiliang also closed her eyes against the sudden radiance.
She could see nothing, only hear countless flying swords whistling past her ears!
When everyone reopened their eyes, they were stunned by the scene before them.
Swords. Ten thousand swords. Countless swords!
They densely covered the opposite cliff face.
Though impervious to ordinary weapons, Feng Xi was now pinned motionless against the mountainside by this impenetrable net of blades.
The remaining Monsters dared not move either.
Before each Monster hovered a sword.
If any so much as twitched an eyeball, the gleaming blade before it would shift accordingly.
Move, and perish!
This was the supreme pressure of the ninth-level peerless sword dao.
Wen Shubai had arrived swiftly. The dazzling sword light hadn’t yet faded as his toes barely touched the ground, his cloak billowing grandly against the wind.
His white robes fluttered, long hair flowing elegantly, like a deity descending to the mortal realm.
Yet this deity spoke the most down-to-earth words and handled the most mundane matters.
“I leave for a moment to find the child, and you lot are already here fighting to the death?”
Wen Shubai’s voice carried lazy complaint as he held Mian’er in his arms, followed by Qin Buji and the other disciples of Brahma Heaven Palace.
Qin Buji was clever—seeing the sudden turmoil earlier, he hadn’t foolishly joined the fray but hurriedly took his junior brothers to find their patriarch.
Who would have thought that after rushing around and finally finding him in Butterfly Valley, the ancestor wouldn’t listen to what they had to say, nor care about the earth-shattering commotion at the Demon Suppression Tower, and only asked them to help Mian’er catch butterflies.
They caught butterflies until nightfall.
Thankfully, they arrived just in time.
If they had been two or three steps later, wouldn’t the Thousand Machines Sect Master and his new bride have been smashed into pulp?
Wen Shubai walked leisurely past Fang Jixue, glancing sideways at him.
“Sect Master Fang, I’ve saved your life once again.”
Fang Jixue was in a sorry state, with strands of hair hanging over his forehead, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his pristine robes stained with blood.
He and An Nan Chan were helped up by the crowd and nodded in gratitude.
“We are indebted to the Sword Sovereign.”
Wen Shubai curled the corner of his lips slightly but said nothing.
His expression clearly showed disdain for this gratitude.
Wen Mian, sitting on his arm, looked around anxiously, “Where is Mian’er’s A-Niang?”
Qin Buji was also growing frantic.
Mian’er thought A Liang had stayed behind at Moon Shade Hall with the senior disciples.
Qin Buji thought A Liang had been following Mian’er all along.
When the two parties met, they realized someone was missing and were both panicking.
Only Wen Shubai remained calm.
He allowed a certain someone to stir up trouble, wreak havoc, and wait until things spiraled out of control before stepping in to clean up the mess.
If not for this, how could he appear so great?
“Still not coming over? Do you need me to come and get you myself?” he drawled, his tone tinged with reproach.
Chu Weiliang, sitting in the shadows, was displeased. With a clatter, she tossed aside the melon seeds she was holding, pushed away the sword pointed at the tip of her nose, wiped her hands on her skirt, and reluctantly walked out.
How disappointing!
Fang Jixue didn’t die, and instead, he became the hero with a thousand swords, not even sparing her.
It was all because of this wooden body of hers now.
If she didn’t obey, she’d be shrunk again and petted!
Ugh, ugh, ugh!
As she stepped out of the shadows, many people had already illuminated the area beneath the Demon Suppression Tower as bright as day with their magical artifacts.
Overhead, the remnants of the Myriad Phenomena Formation’s purple light flickered, allowing everyone to see her face with perfect clarity.
The Enforcement Elder was the first to gasp sharply.
An Nan Chan’s facial muscles twitched violently.
It really was her!
She had truly returned!!!