Chapter 313: Brother Yun, I Miss You So Much
Su Xiaoxiao sank deeper and deeper into her rage, her actions becoming increasingly cruel and uncontrollable. In the midst of her cathartic revenge, she lost herself in chaos and darkness.
Time passed indeterminately until the last of the Eight-Foot Lady was reduced to a pile of bloody remains. Finally, all life ceased.
The once fearsome Corpse Ancestor met such a tragic end. If the remnants of the Chen Family saw this, they might have broken down in tears.
But when Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and gazed upon the carnage, there was still an unspent ember of anger in her heart.
“Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! Not… enough?”
She murmured to herself with a low, hoarse voice, her eyes red, her lips trembling. Her Misfortune Power grew more concentrated and spread wildly like seaweed in the deep sea—sticky yet dangerous, swirling around her.
“Su… Senior Sister…”
Xia Linglong, curled up in a corner, was terrified almost out of her mind. Her body trembled violently as every nerve was stretched to its limits.
Just now, Su Xiaoxiao’s brutal, cruel, and extremely twisted killing spree could freeze anyone’s bl**d, send their souls trembling, and make the hair on their neck stand on end.
This wasn’t the Su Xiaoxiao that anyone could love anymore.
But at this moment, Su Xiaoxiao’s face changed, her gaze quickly sweeping towards Xia Linglong, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
Xia Linglong couldn’t help but tremble.
A bone-chilling cold swept over her, as if an invisible claw had gripped her throat.
Su Xiaoxiao remembered Xia Linglong; this woman had interfered between her and Yun Zhonghe, attempting to steal her beloved.
Her hatred for Xia Linglong remained, her eyes narrowing, blending resentment with the desire to k*ll. She glared at Xia Linglong coldly, a cruel thought rising in her heart.
Should she torture her to d*ath too?
Just as Su Xiaoxiao began to ponder, her body acted before her mind could decide.
Stepping forward, Su Xiaoxiao seemed to leap beyond reality, diving directly into Xia Linglong’s fear abyss.
Xia Linglong immediately went silent, her brain buzzing with echoes as the scent of d*ath surrounded her.
Desperately trying to escape, Xia Linglong instinctively stepped backward, but her movement was halted by an invisible restraint. One of her ankles was firmly pinned to the ground, causing her to fall to the ground in a disbalance.
Floating forward, Su Xiaoxiao’s Misfortune Power transformed into writhing black tentacles. They danced in the air, a deadly rhythm, one of them slicing through the air at an alarming speed and instantly wrapping around Xia Linglong’s slender neck.
“Gaaaah!”
Xia Linglong’s eyes widened, filled with horror. The choking pain forced her to struggle, her hands futilely grasping the tight grip of the tentacle.
Sadly, she barely had any strength and couldn’t break free. Her face turned red from suffocation, her eyes beginning to turn white, and she gasped for breath, “Su…Senior Sister… don’t…”
But Su Xiaoxiao heard this as annoying noise.
Because of you, Yun Brother has no place for me!
In a fit of anger, Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes darkened until only pitch black remained. In the next second, the tentacle squeezing Xia Linglong’s neck tightened.
Xia Linglong’s pupils dilated, her struggles weakening.
Swoosh!
Snap!
Just then, a sword beam tore through the sky!
Yun Zhonghe held the Snow Cloud Sword, descending like a divine warrior, his blade cutting through and severing Su Xiaoxiao’s Misfortune touch. The sharp scraping sound against the air sliced through the tense silence.
When Su Xiaoxiao saw Yun Zhonghe, a clear shock flashed in her eyes.
“Yun… Brother?”
She whispered, uncertainty lingering in her voice. Her expression became dazed. As she murmured, her body’s colors of black and white began to fluctuate violently, her insides feeling unrest.
This title held too many complex emotions and memories for her.
Yun Zhonghe quickly grabbed Xia Linglong and rushed away.
“Senior Sister Xia, are you alright?”
Xia Linglong coughed repeatedly, having just been pulled back from d*ath’s brink. Her voice, filled with disbelief, said, “Cough, cough… Yun Younger Brother? Younger Brother Yun? You’re alright?”
“Yeah,” Yun Zhonghe nodded.
This was the second time Yun Zhonghe had saved her life. Xia Linglong panted heavily, her chest heaving up and down, filled with joy and excitement.
It seemed that as long as Yun Zhonghe was around, she felt secure.
However, the somewhat normal expression Su Xiaoxiao had regained became even more sinister when she saw the interaction between Yun Zhonghe and Xia Linglong.
Her anger and jealousy erupted like a volcano.
Why… why is Yun Brother so gentle to that woman but not to me…
Why why why why why why…
Why!
One question after another rang in Su Xiaoxiao’s mind, creating a massive mental rift which allowed her Misfortune Power to surge wildly!
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the ground beneath her couldn’t handle the immense force of her Misfortune Power, sinking significantly, dust and shattered rocks scattering everywhere!
Seeing the growing unease in Su Xiaoxiao, Yun Zhonghe’s heart jolted. He tried to speak calmly, “Xiaoxiao, calm down, listen to me…”
But his words were interrupted by Su Xiaoxiao’s furious shout, “Shut up! You fake! Pretending to be Yun Brother, I’ll k*ll you!”
She didn’t listen to anything else.
Without waiting for her to finish, a concentrated burst of Misfortune Power radiated from Su Xiaoxiao, forming a black vortex that swirled, stirring up winds and bearing a devastating force. It roared towards Yun Zhonghe and Xia Linglong like an apocalypse storm!
Yun Zhonghe’s eyes widened; he clearly sensed the destructive will contained within this force, exceeding even his own limits.
Even with his current enhanced state, he dared not face this attack directly.
Now, Yun Zhonghe was far beyond a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He carried Mu Jixue’s power, transferred to him by Huang Aotian, enabling him to surpass his own realm temporarily.
Just like during the events in Qingzhu Town, Yun Zhonghe gained Huang Aotian’s temporary boost again.
Mu Jixue’s strength was significant, though her cultivation level peaked at the Foundation Establishment stage, her spiritual energy already reached Golden Core levels.
Of course, the Golden Core level alone wouldn’t suffice.
“Friend, the wish power has been granted to you. But time is limited, no more than half an hour. Make good use of it,” a voice whispered in his ear, Star Bu’s voice.
Star Bu hadn’t perished and returned to Yun Zhonghe the instant he returned to the real world, following the guidance of the mystical cube.
Immediately, Yun Zhonghe made his third wish, seeking a temporary enhancement, boosting his power further based on what he received from Mu Jixue.
Now, Yun Zhonghe’s cultivation level equaled that of a Yuan Ying Expert!
Not just a comparable output power but a true Yuan Ying level enhancement in terms of spirit, body, and soul.
Without this upgrade, standing here would be impossible, let alone dodging Su Xiaoxiao’s onslaught with Xia Linglong.
Su Xiaoxiao’s strike missed, her anger intensifying, but she lost the trail of Yun Zhonghe’s presence.
Su Xiaoxiao:?
Elemental Ice Technique!
Inheriting Mu Jixue’s power, Yun Zhonghe could now wield ice magic.
Unaware of this technique, Yun Zhonghe displayed exceptional talent, remembering it from Mu Jixue’s demonstration.
He concealed his aura and retreated with extraordinary speed, returning to the center of the bl**d Pool and placing Xia Linglong safely into the illusion.
Now, he alone faced Su Xiaoxiao.
Finally catching sight of Yun Zhonghe, Su Xiaoxiao’s face contorted into fury and murderous intent.
That fake! Desecrating my Yun Brother in my thoughts, unforgivable!
Snow Cloud Sword quivered in Yun Zhonghe’s hand: [Master, she’s completely crazy. This won’t be easy.]
Though Yun Zhonghe’s cultivation soared due to dual enhancements, the opponent was the ancient Disaster Empress, wielding devastating Misfortune Power, entwined with the highest forces of destruction!
She was also a Dao-Integration Supreme.
Ignoring the disparity in power, the quality alone was like night and day.
Confronting a superior force was tough, never mind reversing Su Xiaoxiao’s condition.
Yun Zhonghe looked deeply: “There’s hope. Despite her drastic transformation, her destructive power might be strong, but her mobility and responsiveness are far weaker.”
During their brief standoff, Yun Zhonghe noticed Su Xiaoxiao’s weakness.
Though now possessing formidable disaster abilities akin to a Disaster Empress, her combat skills, speed, and reaction time were below par.
He realized lack of experience, relying merely on brute energy bombing. Clearly, Su Xiaoxiao’s core personality still dominated, not fully replaced by the Disaster Empress.
After all, Su Xiaoxiao lacked refined combat techniques.
This battle would be challenging even for someone like Yun Zhonghe.
Snow Cloud Sword: [Master, what are you going to do? Is there a way to restore her?]
If even the Way of Wishes couldn’t awaken Xiaoxiao, did they still have hope?
Yun Zhonghe took a deep breath, focusing intently on the distant Su Xiaoxiao enveloped in Misfortune Power.
Misfortune Power fully under her control.
So, Yun Zhonghe wore a kind smile, “Xiaoxiao, you’ve mastered your curse so well! You finally broke free from your fate! Congratulations~”
Yun Zhonghe aimed to awaken Su Xiaoxiao genuinely.
Sure enough, his tone startled Su Xiaoxiao, her colors of black and white battling fiercely. Two consciousnesses clashed within her.
Her pupils shimmered violently.
This voice… is Yun Brother’s!
Could it be… could this person truly be the real Yun Brother, and not a fake?
Yun Brother… Yun Brother! I miss you so much!
“Yun…” Her voice trembled slightly. Her pale hair seemed to slowly darken to black, her original color. Su Xiaoxiao reached out toward Yun Zhonghe.
She wanted to hold Yun Zhonghe’s hand, feel his warmth, and immerse herself in his comforting scent.
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