Chapter 3: All Is Void (2)
If it weren’t for the fear that an attack would cause the ice coffin to fall to the ground or shatter into a million pieces, Liao Chen would’ve loved nothing more than to rub that skinny kid’s face into the dirt a hundred times over.
Needless to say, it was clear this little punk had disturbed Frost North Snow’s beauty sleep, and to add insult to injury, he even had the audacity to call himself her husband! The shamelessness was off the charts!
“Brat, who the heck are you?! Why did you bring her here?”
Liao Chen was like an enraged lion, his entire being brimming with explosive power.
The little recipient stared back at him fearlessly.
“I told you, she’s my wife! I brought her here to bring her back to this world. And who are you, monk, to covet my wife?”
Liao Chen laughed in fury, “You think that little shrimp over there has the qualities for Frost North Snow to even look at you? Ha!”
The little recipient puffed out his chest and scoffed, “That’s exactly how it is! Wild monk, keep your distance, or you’ll disturb my wife!”
Liao Chen squinted his eyes, fists clenched tight. He could sense that this kid was weak as a kitten, not a match for him at all, yet somehow, he had managed to invade a lair and got some Fallen Species to help sneak the ice coffin out!
What kind of shenanigans were at play here?
Before Liao Chen could ponder it more, the little recipient hopped down from the ice coffin and, kneeling before the watching female emperor, banged his head down three times with a resounding thud.
“Please, Sister, save my wife’s life!”
Lin Nan coldly replied, “Why should I agree to that?”
The little recipient lifted his head, bl**d trickling down his forehead. “My wife is practically your twin! If you don’t believe me, come closer and take a look.”
Lin Nan knew this already, but to maintain the charade in front of both guys, she stepped closer, allowing the exquisite beauty of Frost North Snow in the ice coffin to shine through.
“Please, save my wife’s life!”
The little recipient shuffled closer on his knees and banged his head again.
The ground was littered with pebbles, and Lin Nan could clearly see the bl**d marks left by his scraped knees.
Liao Chen stood by, head down, silent.
Perhaps in seeking Frost North Snow’s revival, the little recipient’s wishes aligned with his, so he kept quiet, hoping the Human Emperor might actually revive her.
“She does look quite like me. But just because of that, am I supposed to save a random stranger?”
The Human Emperor showed no signs of budging.
The little recipient froze.
He blinked, tears nearly spilling over.
But remembering what “Woman in Red” told him, that crying only makes you feel weak and is of no practical use, he swallowed the tears down hard.
“Please! Perhaps she’s your long-lost twin sister…”
The little recipient moved forward on his knees, then bowed his head to kiss the Human Emperor’s toes.
“I’m willing to serve you for life, just please lend a hand.”
Lin Nan sighed.
If she really had the power to resurrect, reviving Frost North Snow right this moment would lead to the question,
Between the resurrected Frost North Snow and the female emperor, who would truly be Lin Nan?
Who would occupy Frost North Snow’s body, or become an unconscious idiot?
Not to mention that she really had no way to revive her.
Seeing the timer ticking down on her retina, Lin Nan shook her head. She could no longer afford to delay.
She had to harden her heart and refuse the little recipient, even if it shattered his heart. She had no solutions.
The world is cruel, and d*ath is simply a fact of life.
Anyone who clings to impossible hopes will inevitably end up with a bruised head, finally learning what it means for hope to shatter.
“I…”
Before the female emperor could even finish a word, the little recipient, who had been weeping at her feet, suddenly sprang up, a dagger piercing straight into her soft abdomen.
After the successful stab, the little recipient immediately retreated, his eyes filled with coldness.
“This dagger was forged a thousand years ago from a bronze artifact, created from the bl**d of a thousand people, specifically to counteract divine and demonic beings. I spent five long years looking for it in an ancient tomb, and now it sure works wonders!”
Lin Nan felt a sharp pain in her belly. As the little recipient had said, this dagger seemed to inherently counter divine powers. Even as she tried to channel her energy, the wound only healed a fraction.
She had been careless, allowing the little recipient to kneel and cry at her feet.
Wait, he’s not just some little recipient!
Could he be the counterpart soul of… Good Shiyuan?
“I have no enmity with you! Why did you scheme against me?” Lin Nan clutched her bleeding abdomen, struggling to ask.
“No enmity? Ha!”
Good Shiyuan shot her a frigid glare.
“Five hundred years ago, you nearly obliterated my soul. Isn’t that enough of a grudge?”
Lin Nan was stunned. Her mind felt like a sticky mess, becoming more chaotic.
“You’re the Demon Emperor? Then who… is he?”
Liao Chen clearly inherited the Demon Emperor’s legacy, yet why did Good Shiyuan suddenly pop out claiming to be the one defeated by her five hundred years ago?
Good Shiyuan looked at Lin Nan with a stare that contrasted sharply with the affection he had shown in the mountain stronghold’s bridal chamber, now filled with coldness and hatred, as if he wanted nothing more than to chop her into pieces.
But upon seeing the deepening bloodstains on her abdomen, he slowed his pace.
Sometimes, revenge isn’t just about one swift strike to take off the head.
If one could first dismantle her mentally, then deliver the final blow, that kind of satisfaction is what truly enchants.
“Clap, clap!”
Good Shiyuan clapped his hands with force. “For good measure, I’ve also prepared a little gift for you.”
As if on cue, many black banners adorned with red edges rose around the valley, each one embroidered with a huge character: “Stone.”
Not only was Lin Nan struggling to endure the pain with increasingly wide eyes of surprise, but Liao Chen and Leng Yi, who was leaning against a tree looking half-dead, also looked astonished.
Especially Liao Chen.
On seeing the boy stab the female emperor, he had rushed to protect the ice coffin, fearing any retaliation from her could harm Frost North Snow.
But that skinny little boy had changed so dramatically that it left him utterly shocked.
“This is the real Demon Sealing Array! I spent five whole years crafting this special surprise for you!” Good Shiyuan laughed. “Of course, to ensure you don’t have any tricks I’m unaware of, I’ll make sure to stab you, no matter what.”
As Good Shiyuan finished his sentence, a spider-web-like formation enveloped everyone in the valley.
Even the cliffs surrounding the valley glowed faintly with patterned grids.
Lin Nan felt a sudden tightness in her chest, her limbs heavy, making it nearly impossible to move.
But surprisingly, Liao Chen was unaffected and looked at Good Shiyuan in astonishment.
“Because we were once the same person, dear Master Liao Chen,” Good Shiyuan said slowly.
Liao Chen, “…”
Lin Nan looked once again at the large “Stone” banner atop the mountain, suddenly struck by realization.
“You are Shi Jinghai?”
Good Shiyuan nodded, puffing up with pride. “That’s right.”
