After saying these words, he swept his sleeve and sent the crowd tumbling, destroyed the offerings, and fixed his cold, dark gaze on the tombstone, a rising killing intent gleaming in his eyes.
Luo Chen, the gray-haired man who had just spoken, spat out a mouthful of blood and desperately shielded the tombstone.
“Go ahead and kill us! If you kill us, we can reunite with Little Junior Sister underground!”
“But you, Immortal Lord Zhe He, you will never reunite with her!”
“Senior Brother!” The surrounding people gasped in shock.
Have you lost your mind?!
Speaking like this was practically driving a knife into their master’s heart.
Sure enough, Zhe He’s expression turned severe, and in an instant, he appeared before Luo Chen, gripping the man’s neck and lifting him up. “Silence!”
“I should have died long ago. Failing to protect Little Junior Sister was my failure as the senior brother.”
Luo Chen spoke in broken phrases, fury blazing in his eyes. “Failing to stop Yu Qinghe from going mad was also my failure as a disciple.”
“Failing to protect everyone in Jade Spring Palace is the ultimate proof of my incompetence as the head disciple!”
“Go ahead and kill me! Kill everyone in this world who still remembers Little Junior Sister, and see if she will ever forgive you!”
“Yu Qinghe, even if she reincarnates, she will avoid you!”
Over a hundred years of hatred and rage scorched Luo Chen’s reason. He could no longer endure it, nor did he wish to.
His cultivation had regressed; death was inevitable sooner or later. Rather than clinging to life for a few more decades, he would vent his fury today!
“If I had known you, Immortal Lord Zhe He, were such an ungrateful monster centuries ago, I would never have become your disciple!”
Watching as her senior brother was about to meet his end, Tang Li rushed out without a second thought, throwing herself at Zhe He. “Stop!”
The air fell silent instantly.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the young girl.
Though the memory of their little junior sister had grown hazy, they could recognize her at a glance—she was their little junior sister who had long passed away!
How… how was this possible?!
Tang Li fought back tears as she looked at Zhe He. Her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, tears streaming down her face as she choked out a shout, “Master, please stop hurting people!”The man before her, neither immortal nor demon, seemed frozen in place, his eyes wide as he stared blankly at the vibrant young girl.”
She was alive—calling him “Master”—not the lifeless body in his Cave Mansion, which, though rosy-cheeked, would never open its eyes or call him “Master” again.
At this thought, Zhe He jolted awake, his gaze gradually cooling.
Tang Li didn’t understand why her master had suddenly become even more gloomy and ruthless!
She hadn’t even explained yet.
“In my life, I despise nothing more than those who imitate her,” Zhe He enunciated each word, killing intent radiating from him.
“You… actually dared to have someone imitate her. You deserve death.”
Demonic energy spread wildly, enveloping the area.
It was foreseeable that in moments, this place would be a river of blood, devoid of all life.
[Your master is Bewitched again!Number 78 exclaimed.
Tang Li could see it.
Those once-beautiful eyes were completely overtaken by darkness and demonic energy, not a trace of clarity remaining. He resembled a demonic entity that knew only slaughter, devoid of any humanity.
Demonic Markings slowly spread from the corners of his eyes.
Once, Tang Li had loved the teardrop mole there, believing it was her master’s most beautiful feature.
In the storyline, Tang Li had even painted one on herself.
However, her own body didn’t have one.
But she had something else.
“This is my Palace bell,” the young girl declared, standing protectively in front of the crowd, her trembling hands untying the palm-sized bell from her waist.
She stared directly at Zhe He. “Master, you must recognize this, right?”
The palace bell was personally crafted by him, tied onto the girl with his own hands during her apprenticeship ceremony.
The girl carried it with her every day, never letting it leave her side. After taking a fatal blow meant for the male protagonist of this world, the palace bell shattered beyond recognition, never to be found again.
Zhe He suddenly lost his composure, grabbing the girl’s wrist tightly. “Where did you get this?!”
“The palace bell—where did it come from?!”