Chapter 1407 – Wei Ci’s Assassination (Part Seven)
Every word Jiang Pengji spoke caused the face of the impostor to darken a notch.
The mental realm of ordinary people is weak; a mere wave of the hand can tear it apart, leaving the original host with irreversible mental damage.
However, Wei Ci’s mental world was remarkably stable, resembling a sturdy cage that kept any intruders from escaping.
Even if Wei Ci was a reincarnated individual, his mental realm was only a bit stronger than normal, yet it shouldn’t be at this level!
What was this?
It resembled a trap that was meticulously planned, waiting for the prey to take the bait!
Who was the hunter and who was the prey? It was clear as day.
“You think you can kill me?”
The impostor revealed a sinister smile upon seeing the situation.
“How would you know unless you tried?”
Unfazed, Jiang Pengji’s God-Slaying Blade narrowly grazed the impostor’s neck, leaving a long streak of crimson. For a regular person, this wound would feel just slightly worse than a mosquito bite, but the impostor reacted as if burned by fierce flames, his face paling rapidly.
“The bastard of the Jiang family—” the impostor gritted through clenched teeth, “I should have eliminated you all back then!”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Pengji’s eyes glinted with danger.
She didn’t care about her origins, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t dig deep when secrets lurked beneath the surface.
“You’ve mentioned ‘Jiang family’ for the second time. What do you mean?”
So this impostor also came from the same world as her?
Seeing that Jiang Pengji’s attacks had somewhat softened, he sported a mouthful of malicious glee.
“What do I mean? I mean—I killed your entire family!”
What?
Jiang Pengji showed a flicker of astonishment, freezing momentarily.
A flaw!
The impostor rejoiced, shifting from defense to offense, aiming for Jiang Pengji’s vital spots. Little did he know, this was the weakness Jiang Pengji had deliberately displayed. Instead of giving the impostor an opening, she turned the knife around, plunging the blade down to pierce through his hand, firmly pinning it to the ground.
“Now, we can have a proper chat.” Jiang Pengji wore a wicked smile, stepping on the impostor’s back to prevent him from flipping over like a dried fish. Holding his jaw in place, she forced him to look up at her, “What do you mean by trying to kill my whole family earlier? You know, that God-Slaying Blade is just an ordinary knife against regular creatures, but against you—a virtual entity formed by pure energy and spirit—it’s deadly! Even a small injury can inflict massive damage.”
The impostor snorted dismissively, ignoring Jiang Pengji’s threat and refusing to answer.
“Oh? You’re quite resilient, huh? Hard as a rock, refusing to cough up anything?”
As she spoke, she twisted the blade’s handle against his wound.
From the wound, the impostor’s corporeal hands morphed into dense spiritual energy, shifting into a blue light, which the God-Slaying Blade greedily absorbed. Jiang Pengji could clearly see the fleeting fear and despair in the impostor’s eyes—
“If you confessed, I might have considered sparing your life.”
She coaxed him in a tone as if tempting a little friend.
The impostor snorted again, clearly not buying Jiang Pengji’s words.
“You think just because you hold firm that I can’t find out what I want to know?” Jiang Pengji leaned in, applying slight pressure to snap his spine, then pulled his face closer to her, snickering coldly, “Don’t forget, this is Zixiao’s mental realm. Both our beings are crystallized consciousness. If one side is weak while the other is strong, then the weaker side is equivalent to being flayed alive. If I want to, I can crush your virtual form. Tell me, what do you have that can possibly hide from me?”
The impostor’s face turned an ashen white upon hearing this.
“I thought… with this face, you’d at least show me some mercy…”
He felt himself ready to vomit blood from frustration.
Normally, when one sees their loved one hurt them, they go with the “I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it” trope, yet Jiang Pengji broke the mold, hitting him even harder.
“Since you’re flaunting Zixiao’s face like this, how could I possibly show any mercy?”
Just after her words fell, she freed the impostor’s jaw, grabbing his hair and forcefully slamming him down to the ground. A layer of illusory but thick fire glowed in her palm, rapidly spreading from her hand to the impostor’s head and limbs like a raging wildfire. Before he could even let out a single scream, Jiang Pengji released him. The God-Slaying Blade, fearing the impostor would be burnt to a crisp, immediately increased its absorption speed.
In a breath’s time, the impostor was incinerated completely.
The blade’s totem completed a small piece, and Jiang Pengji received the information she sought.
Pulling the long knife from the ground, she noticed that the totem on the blade had enlarged significantly but was still incomplete, indicating that this impostor was not the system’s main body. She scoffed, finding it dull, “Tch, thought I caught a big fish, turns out it’s just a little shrimp.”
She observed the size of the totem and realized that the totem patterns on the blade had restored a third, having previously only been one-tenth.
Though it was just a shrimp, this little shrimp was still more substantial than the two sub-systems Jiang Pengji had slain.
“I initially thought something was off about the special carrier attached to the system, and it turned out to be in slices—”
That system really took itself lightly, letting itself be sliced up so many times without fearing a split personality!
Jiang Pengji hastily absorbed the information she wanted, her expression darkening.
She never expected that the mystery of her past life would unravel in this lifetime.
However, none of that mattered now.
“… First, I need to find Zixiao…”
Jiang Pengji sheathed her God-Slaying Blade, fastening it back to her waist.
Due to the commotion, all the “living beings” in the mental realm had vanished, leaving just her and the architectural scenery.
Where was Wei Ci now?
Not long after Jiang Pengji dealt with the impostor, Wei Ci roused from the lengthy darkness.
Raising a hand to feel his limbs and chest, he wore a look of bewilderment and disorientation.
If he remembered correctly, he seemed to be injured before losing consciousness?
While he puzzled over this, a strange female voice called out from the distance.
“Zixiao!”
Who was calling him?
Wei Ci propped himself against a tree, using considerable effort to stand up. Just as he was trying to see who it was, a flash of red light streaked past, and the newcomer tackled him to the ground, nearly knocking the breath out of him. The two rolled awkwardly on the ground for two laps.
“This lady, please have some self-respect!”
Though Wei Ci couldn’t see the person’s face clearly, after rolling closely together for two laps, their gender was already exposed.
“Ugh! Zixiao’s so heartless, telling me to have self-respect! When have I not had self-respect—”
A strange voice but a familiar feeling.
Wei Ci halted his pushing action, “Are you from a foreign land?”
Who was this strangely dressed foreign woman with red hair in front of him?
Jiang Pengji straddled him, raised a hand to brush aside her disheveled red locks, leaning in close until their noses almost touched, her eyes squinting slightly.
She curled her index finger, pulling aside his clothing to reveal a delicate collarbone, smiling as she said, “I changed my look; can’t Zixiao recognize me?”
In a family of four, three said she was a foreigner!
They had promised to love only her soul, not her appearance!
Those vows of love were devoured by dogs!
