Chapter 543

Qing gazes at Yu Yang’s youthful face.

A pretty girl covered in blood, droplets splattering like a bizarre painting.

In her hand, she tightly clutches a heart, a once lively piece of meat now lifeless and drooping.

“Hmm. This is clearly my precious child.”

I’ve seen countless types like this.

Grew up in an environment where everything happens just as they wish.

For her, I imagine whatever I say turns into reality.

Calling the girl a stinking, suspicious Jiangshi practitioner is undoubtedly true.

Of course, if you take away the smell, it’s accurate, but even a broken clock is right twice a day.

And to her, a sneak attack that couldn’t pierce muscle and instead left a hole in the life of an unfortunate subordinate, awfully turning into a deadly stab that punctured her heart, must seem completely natural.

When Qing stood up, it’s not because the heart was fine but because she thought she could survive even if it was destroyed, being a Jiangshi.

After all, she’s always the center of the world and the truth.

So, who’s to blame here?

Is the environment surrounding me just a pampering Mahi? Who does she think she is, a princess? Anyway, if everyone just agrees with the princess’s words and declares “you are right,” who’d get in trouble for it?

Suddenly, Qing makes a quirky sound.

Of course, that doesn’t matter.

What really matters is how to kill this monstrous girl in a way that it’s known as a good kill.

Hmm. How should I torment her to the point of wishing she never existed and begging to die?

What to do?

For starters, should I strip her naked and drag her around Hangzhou? Wouldn’t that be humiliating enough to want to die? I’ve heard she has admirers, so let’s give them a real show.

Hmm, but what if that admirer turns out to be a sweet guy who comforts her wounds?

Then, ah! Maybe I should bring a beast for a distraction.

No. That won’t do.

It’s a viable plan, but it could unjustly harm innocent bystanders.

How dare they peek at our princess’s dignity! What if those Blood Sect pups get mad?

We can’t let innocents suffer.

So, what now?

Qing takes a step forward.

The Heart Consumption Demon Yu Yang hesitates, taking a step back.

Clearly, she looks frightened.

Well, looking like that, who wouldn’t be scared?

Qing’s eyes glowed with ominous colors, leaving a lasting impression.

The space itself trembled with the traces of flesh and malice.

“D-Don’t come any closer! Yes! You, you Jiangshi girl, do you think you’ll be safe after all this? If Father finds out, yes! Just disappear now, and apologize, and I might forgive you!”

Unyeonjeong completely ignores her.

She merely gazes at Qing with soft eyes.

“Oh my. Young Lady Seomun. You look so gallant! It’s not even the time of Heaven’s Kill yet, but I always thought the world was harsh to me; perhaps, I was mistaken? Hehe.”

“You! Jiangshi! Don’t you stop? Yes. I’ll overlook this, but for now, please just stop that.”

Surprisingly, Yu Yang’s greatest act of leniency in life.

A Mahi who’s never tolerated anything before.

To say she’ll overlook this? Such grace is quite overwhelming!

So, clearly, she hasn’t come to her senses.

Qing took another step.

Should I hang her upside down like with the Green Forest gang?

But that would take too long.

Even though it’s a half-baked fool’s sword aura, she can somewhat mimic Qi.

Even hanging her would only end up giving her a nice abs workout.

If I break the Dantian, well, she’s still a girl, so someone will probably try to free her.

Lady. Should I just kill her now?

I’d prefer her to suffer a bit longer.

“Get away! Go away, eek.”

Yu Yang glances back.

One coward now desperately plotting an escape, abandoning their gutsy sneak attack against my subordinate.

Of course, it’s wiser to run from an unmanageable opponent.

But that’s only if there’s a way to escape.

Before long, the dressing room corridor filled with women had Unyeonjeong’s Jiangshi gang blocking the exit without any change in expression.

“You-You Jiangshi! What are you doing!? Can’t you get rid of this monster immediately!? Do you think my father will let you off like this?”

“Well, that might be a bit of a predicament,” Yu Yang replied.

In an instant, Yu Yang lunges at Unyeonjeong.

At that moment, Qing finds it absurd.

What’s happening? Would I rather choose death?

What confidence do you have to charge at that real monster?

To Yu Yang, Unyeonjeong is merely a technician who can make Jiangshi.

Much easier to handle than Qing, radiating from whose eyes is the light of malice.

Yu Yang’s body halts mid-air,

Her feet dangling, suspended in the air.

With her front legs bent toward the enemy and back legs elegantly stretched out, she maintains a dynamic pose, her eyes rolling about in shock.

“Er? What-What is it? How— Uh.”

“Oh dear. Was I that easy to deal with?”

Qing’s spine shivers.

That’s a skill of elite masters who grasp objects through the air.

My master also uses it to retrieve a sword, cane, or office supplies from afar.

But to actually grab a person using air grab—especially by a sage wielding a half-baked sword aura?

Qing’s face twists in horror.

Is this the prestige of a final boss?

How on earth am I supposed to defeat something like that?

Regardless, Unyeonjeong throws a warm glance at Qing.

“Lady Seomun, would you like to handle this yourself? Or shall I do it? Either way, the rumors will be that the Cheonhwa-geom killed a Mahi. You know, the Blood Sect members will be pretty angry?”

“I was thinking the same. I’ll spread it everywhere that she killed her and pinned it on me.”

“Oh dear. Young Lady Seomun, it’s true that the Blood Sect is foolish, but they aren’t dumb enough to believe that? How could a weak Zombie Practitioner harm the Heart Consumption Demon who has taken thousands of hearts?”

“You’ll just pretend to be weak while actually being on par with the Death and Life Realm. They’ll just say the Jiangshi practitioner is hiding her strength.”

“Twenty-five at the Death and Life Realm—it’s truly unbelievable, isn’t it? Hehe.”

Even Qing thinks that sounds like a load of crap.

Her fist trembles.

What humiliation!

Can’t rely on martial arts, nor my words.

If I just grab her by the hair and slap her, that would definitely be a waste of time, wouldn’t it? Young Lady Seomun isn’t the type to just laugh it off.

She probably wouldn’t even let me slap her in the first place.

Well. Qing decided to cleanly let it go.

Isn’t it already a blessing that the final boss isn’t hostile?

To the schemer, may you live long and prosper, and may you earn plenty of money!

“Or there’s another way? How about just letting the Heart Consumption Demon go? Then she’d tell my father, and I would definitely get kicked out of the Blood Sect?”

Let her go? Hmph.

Sure, if I let her go, Unyeonjeong gets kicked out, and the Blood Sect might go into disarray.

But they say she’s consumed thousands of hearts; if I let her go, how many innocent lives will be lost?

You really want to let a serial killer run wild just to get back at someone worse?

That just won’t do.

That’s simply not the right thing to do.

Such a monster should be killed while she can be, painfully enough for her past living to become regretful.

“Alright? Just hold her tight for now. Let’s break that Dantian first.”

“Now, wouldn’t it be easier this way?”

Yu Yang’s limbs spread out all over.

The only sound of struggle is a muffled “ugh,” completely unable to move in the air.

She even ended up perfectly positioned to touch her Dantian with just an outstretched hand.

Qing places her hand over Yu Yang’s Dantian.

Carefully feeling inside, she quickly realizes the source of that half-baked sword aura.

Dantian can’t expand infinitely, so as inner strength accumulates, it has to compress into pure forms.

But look at this?

Hundreds, thousands of entirely different types of True Energy wrapped around like a rag, squeezed tightly together.

How can someone emit a proper Qi with disorganized True Energy?

Only time will reveal when this will turn right.

All the various energies must have come from the hearts she consumed, and all of them being squeezed this way is her original energy, the Heart Consumption Demon.

The squeezed True Energy slowly starts losing its natural color and flows into the Heart Consumption Demon.

If enough time was given, this ragged Heart Consumption Demon would eventually grow stronger, and, thus, the pressure tightening would increase the speed of absorption, restoring its power.

Hmm. For sure, I can’t let someone like that live.

Finally, Qing demolishes the wall of the Dantian and, in that instant, pops the balloon filled with all the gathered True Energy.

“Ah.”

Qing lets out an ominous sound.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Yu Yang desperately moans through her gagged voice.

After all, breaking the Dantian is akin to a surgery, and noises like “oof,” “ah,” shouldn’t come out during a procedure, should they?

Fortunately, Qing is startled not due to making a mistake.

Just surprised.

Since the Dantian has been broken, energies that should spread out naturally are rushing from the lower abdomen of a Mahi through Qing’s palm and racing through a human’s transcendent sixteen energy vessels.

In an instant, Qing absorbed all the inner strength.

Not so much as a drop or a grain was wasted as she slurped it down.

Indeed! Is Qing like a human pig, consuming not just food but even the True Energy of others?

No! Even pigs can’t eat that much!

So now, she should be called not as a pig Qing, but as a Qing pig. Perhaps something like Zhuqing or Pigqing.

Of course, this wasn’t Qing’s intention.

What’s happening? Why? How? Just breaking the Dantian; why is True Energy coming into me?

Qing had temporarily registered the Heart Consumption Technique, and during the process of breaking Yu Yang’s Dantian, she fully understood the flow and principles.

So perhaps this cosmic something decided she had mastered martial arts.

What if unyeonjeong is? If she were as strong as the Death and Life Realm, she could forcefully guide the energies scattering due to losing their master.

Or maybe some will was at play here.

Perhaps it’s some romantic destiny at work, with the energies of those who died having their hearts taken away responding to their avenger.

But Qing cannot tell.

She just knows this isn’t the time to sit cross-legged and ponder cause and effect.

“Ugh, this is uneasy. Bring her over here.”

“Hehe. Shall I?”

Qing moves from the dressing room to the bathroom.

In the luxurious bathtub, naturally, a boiling cauldron has been prepared to mix and control the temperature.

As she revives the fire in the already steaming cauldron, Qing throws in some logs and stirs it up.

“Oh my. Pang, is it? Oh my, hehe.”

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

At the mention of ‘Pang,’ Yu Yang struggles to scream again.

If one mentions Pang, it refers to the punishment of boiling someone alive in hot water or oil.

Before long, the water begins to surge and bubble furiously.

Just after finishing a bath, frankly, if there were still embers, it means the fire hasn’t been out for long.

“Well then. Is it time to soak her?”

And Qing shakes her head.

“No. Just blanch her. Leave the head out and dip the body in, count to three, then take her out. You understand?”

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