Chapter 590: “Holy Son, I… Want to Keep Living.”
“Holy Son, why don’t we join hands and move forward together?”
Bai Feng looked at the demon girl and gently shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to team up with a demon cultivator who has no regrets at all—especially since she inherited those bizarre methods of the Immortals. I really don’t want to wake up one day and find everyone around me, even myself, turned into you.”
“Now that would be a real shame,” the demon girl’s smile seemed to fade a bit. She slowly caressed Bai Feng’s face. “But it’s okay. You will agree, I’m sure.”
Having said that, she retracted her hand and looked up again at the battle raging in the sky.
Her duplicates kept rushing toward the phantom of the Immortals, and the phantoms, unlike human bodies, didn’t seem to have white bl**d cells fighting off bacteria or viruses. Soon, only a few of these phantoms remained in the fight.
Bai Feng watched this spectacle—the Thousand Faces Technique perhaps just happened to counter these phantoms, or maybe the demon girl had known about the Immortals’ layout from the start and prepared for it. Whatever the case, these powerful and stubborn phantoms were quickly taken out by her.
And the demon girl absorbed the phantoms of the Immortals, her aura growing even more formidable.
From the Merging Stage to the Great Ascension…and finally, to the Tribulation Transcendence.
At this moment, the demon girl seemed to have entered a profoundly mysterious state, even her duplicate, hugging Bai Feng’s arm, was absorbed as well.
He looked at her, seemingly unguarded, yet a lingering doubt remained in his mind—why was the ‘Void’ Immortal Sword still left on her?
A new hypothesis formed in his mind.
He didn’t dwell on it further. When he saw the system’s tag for her name begin to flicker, he knew the time for hesitation was over. Without a second thought, he took a step forward and plunged the ‘Illusion’ Immortal Sword into her heart.
The process went just as he expected—very smoothly, with no resistance whatsoever. Clearly, this was the perfect moment to k*ll the Thousand Faces Immortal.
But something was wrong—the demon girl’s vitality was rapidly fading, as if that sword truly struck a fatal blow.
At that very moment, her system tag stopped flickering.
“Sorry, Holy Son, I was lying to you,” the demon girl slowly opened her eyes, a new smile curling on her lips. “My acting isn’t bad, right? Hmm, it’s got to be good—after all, I am the Hundred Faces Saintess.”
“…What exactly are you trying to do?”
Bai Feng looked at the weakening girl and wondered—he initially guessed she wanted to use him to suppress the Thousand Faces Immortal, but now it seemed her plan was even more extreme.
“Thousand Faces can be me, but I am not Thousand Faces. Nor am I one of those swallowed and merged by me. I am simply myself.” Her eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. “The thought of Him using my identity to act, even to come close to you, stokes the flames of my murderous intent beyond control.”
“So, you plan to k*ll ‘yourself’?”
She then looked at Bai Feng. The coldness in her eyes softened slightly, and she didn’t answer him directly. Instead, she recounted another story: “As a child, I was manipulated by my parents, pushed into the Demon Path, forced to participate in that plan. The Demon Path coerced me step by step into becoming a so-called Saintess, but really just a vessel for the Immortal’s shell. Until I met you, Holy Son, I knew this was my only chance to break free from fate.”
“And now that this chance has come, I can’t choose the life I want. But I can choose the d*ath I desire.” She held the sword’s blade with one hand, bl**d slowly dripping from the tip. She lifted her head with a faint smile. “Holy Son, just like before—carry your resolve to k*ll me, and plunge the sword into my heart.”
“…”
Bai Feng felt something was off. Her initial attitude wasn’t like this at all. At first, she was entirely focused on capturing him—classic demon girl style. She must have changed somehow, undergone some event that made her so suicidal.
He looked at her, trying to read her—”Don’t you want to find another way to escape the Immortal?”
“It’s too late. The moment I became the Saintess, my fate was sealed,” she replied with a still smiling face. She stared intently at Bai Feng. “Besides, do you think I can still live now?”
Bai Feng kept observing her, and it seemed she truly had given up on life. Then his mind flashed back to the ability of the Thousand Faces Immortal, as mentioned by the Incarnation of the Tao. If someone lost the will to go on living, the Thousand Faces would easily take everything from them.
Is this part of the Thousand Face’s conspiracy?
He opened his mouth but said nothing. Considering her past actions and his own feelings of hatred toward her—always wanting to eradicate her entirely—letting her live hadn’t really crossed his mind. Deceiving someone into embracing d*ath by false hope, then killing her—such cruelty was almost inhumane.
But if he didn’t deceive her, a Tribulation stage Immortal might be impossible to deal with smoothly.
Or… should he just tell her the truth?
As he hesitated, the demon girl’s once-joyful voice echoed in his ears.
“You’re hesitating, Holy Son. I’m glad—though I doubt your hesitation is because of my d*ath.” Her reaction was neatly recorded in his memory. She slowly raised her other hand, but paused in mid-air, finally lowering it again. “Let me guess—you probably don’t want me to d*e with suicidal thoughts, right?”
“…”
I guessed right, she’s more familiar with the Thousand Faces than I am. No problem. I know the sins I carry, and I know I can’t let her live—especially not after all she’s done. Fooling someone into hoping to survive just to be slaughtered is cruel, but if I tell her the truth, I might not be able to handle a Tribulation Immortal either.
Should I… tell her everything?
Just as he was about to decide, her delighted voice sounded again.
“You’re hesitating, Holy Son. I’m happy. Even if your hesitation isn’t because of my d*ath.” Her eyes caught his reaction, and she slowly raised the other hand. After a moment of hesitation, she finally relaxed her grip. “Let me guess—I bet you’re wishing I wouldn’t d*e just because I want to seek d*ath.”
She then grabbed the sword deeply embedded in her heart with both hands. “Holy Son, I… want to live.”
Though she said this, she took a step toward Bai Feng and plunged the sword even deeper into her own chest.
“…”
Bai Feng reached out, catching the collapsing girl’s body. Even as her life slipped away, a smile still played on her face, and deep in her eyes, he seemed to see an angry figure. She clung to her desperate will to survive, persistent until the very end.
【Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully eliminating the Thousand Faces Immortal and preventing her revival. The Thousand Faces’ divine consciousness has been absorbed. Reward: five strands of Immortal Aura.】
“…”
Bai Feng fell silent, unable to believe she would d*e so easily. But the system’s prompt was clear and irrefutable.
At that moment, the blessing of the Tao on him faded away. The Incarnation of the Tao popped out of his body—a pristine white, jade-like little foot floating silently beside him instead of touching the ground.
“What’s wrong? Do you feel a bit reluctant?”
“Not really. Just puzzled.”
Bai Feng shook his head lightly, then sighed. Despite their mutual dislike—and even hatred—there was a strange sense of melancholy seeing her dead like that.
“Incarnation of the Tao… let’s still call you ‘Tuanzi’ then. Tuanzi, help me pull out the memories of the Thousand Faces.”
He wanted to understand what really happened to her in the past, why she became so suicidal.
“Then you’d better leave this place first. The secret realm is about to collapse.”
Saying that, the Incarnation of the Tao vanished into thin air. Bai Feng looked up at the rapidly crumbling secret realm and shook his head again—he had initially complained about Lin Yan, but now he was in a collapsing domain himself. Best to get out while he still could.
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“Bai Feng, that demon girl didn’t do anything to you, did she?” Bai Yu Mo looked at Bai Feng with concern, “You said before to let me protect you?”
“You shouldn’t have faced such dangers alone,” Yun Yue Yao said sternly, her face rare with anger. She held Bai Feng tightly, gripping his clothes hard. “I don’t want to lose you again…”
“When danger comes, you shouldn’t bear it alone. You can rely on us. That’s what you told me before,” Chu Chu added, voice firm.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ve always been cautious,” Bai Feng chuckled, opening his arms to let them scrutinize him closely. Just then, Tian Yan and others hurried over from afar.
