Chapter 381: Blood Soul Dagger

Amidst the clouds and mist, a figure with flowing long hair revealed a satisfied smile.

If any Shi Lai Ke Academy student were here, they would surely be astonished to discover that he looks exactly like the statue on Shi Lai Ke Plaza.

He is none other than the founder of the Tang Sect, the core figure of the first generation of Shi Lai Ke Seven Monsters, Hai Shen Tang San.

At this moment, he wore a full-faced smile as he gazed through the clouds and mist at everything happening in the Heaven-Earth Love-Inquiring Valley, clearly delighted with what was unfolding.

"Countless deaths have blunted his thinking ability."

"The Blood Soul Dagger will erode reason to near nothing."

"Then he personally witnessed the scene of his mother's murder… heh."

He laughed triumphantly:

"I believe that no matter how deeply in love a couple is, they cannot remain calm in this situation."

His plan is simple: use a knife to kill, letting Huo Yutong personally slay Tang Wulin.

The dagger he placed in her hand possesses the ability to seize bloodlines; if she stabs it into Tang Wulin's body, she will have no way to turn back.

Once Huo Yutong personally kills Tang Wulin, he will not only obtain the complete Golden Dragon King bloodline, but also gain a thoroughly broken Child of Destiny.

This is also why Ning Rongrong told him that when Huo Yutong is utterly devoted to Tang Wulin, he does not feel panicked.

Because the more deeply Huo Yutong loves that boy, the harder it will be for her to accept what she has done afterward.

By then…

"Hehe."

While Tang San gloated over his perfect plan, he smiled and gazed down at the two people below.

"Hurry up and act, don't disappoint me."

…………

"Wh... at... why?"

Huo Yutong asked in disbelief:

"Wulin, why... are you doing this?"

Tang Wulin glanced at her lightly, without answering.

In fact, he was unable to answer.

Huo Yun'er's death and Huo Yutong's arrival did not free him from his controlled state; although his Sea of Spirit was frenziedly striking the divine consciousness pressing upon it, he still could not break free.

Seeing his silence, Huo Yutong could not help but shout urgently:

"Speak! Why?!"

Crimson light poured endlessly from the bloody dagger, flooding her head, dyeing her eyes completely red, corroding the thoughts she tried to organize, rendering her unable to think.

The overwhelming killing intent was about to drive her mad, yet she still refused to direct it toward the boy before her.

Because making her kill him would be even more painful than making her commit suicide.

Only then did Tang Wulin speak lightly.

"There's no why; in the end, everything has been fake from the very beginning."

"... Huh?"

Huo Yutong froze, unable to believe what she had heard.

She forced a smile, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Wu... Wulin, what do you mean?"

Tang Wulin gave a cold laugh.

"What else could it mean? I joined the academy from the start just to do what I'm doing now; everything after meeting you is a fabrication I wove to achieve my goal, the feelings you thought were real were false from the beginning—could you really have believed it?" No, that's not it——

Tang Wulin let out a painful cry in his heart, watching Huo Yutong's eyes grow increasingly vacant, his inner self feeling as if it had shattered into pieces.

He knew all too well how important he was to Huo Yutong, and thus he could not even imagine how desperate she now felt.

He violently flung his spear, throwing the woman hanging from it straight into Huo Yutong's face.

"I heard this is your mother? Too bad you arrived a step late; if you had come earlier, I might have spared her for the sake of our pleasant pretend play."

Huo Yutong hurriedly caught her mother's corpse and checked her condition.

Her heartbeat had stopped, her breathing ceased; if not for the surrounding raging flames, her temperature might have dropped as well.

"Ah, ah ah……"

Huo Yutong involuntarily let out a voiceless wail, clutching her mother's corpse tightly to her chest.

Wuu—ahhhhh—!

Large tears streamed from her eyes, and the grief of losing her two most beloved ones made her unable to hold back her sobs.

No matter how many times she had died on that plaza, she could usually swallow that pain herself, but what is happening now leaves her utterly unable to digest it.

At that moment, a gentle voice seized the opportunity of her shattered heart, slipping in and echoing in her mind.

"He actually killed your mother—don't you find him hateful? Don't you want to kill him?"

"I……"

Huo Yutong instinctively wanted to say something, but that voice gave her no chance to think, immediately continuing:

"It's fine; I'll give you power—if you plunge the dagger in your hand into his heart, everything will be easily resolved."

As his words fell, the dagger instantly exuded a torrent of blood-red light; the intense killing intent seemed to solidify, pressing down so hard that one could barely breathe.

Huo Yutong's body instantly stiffened, as if manipulated by spider silk; she rose rigidly, gripped the dagger, and stepped step by step toward Tang Wulin.

Watching Huo Yutong approach him, Tang Wulin's body involuntarily trembled.

His biological instinct told him that the dagger in her hand was wrong; if he were stabbed, everything would be over.

Yet he could still not control his body; although the divine consciousness suppressing his mental power had begun to retreat under his onslaught, true liberation still required some time.

And now, Huo Yutong had arrived before him.

Seeing her numb, dazed gaze, Tang Wulin instantly realized she was very likely in a state of confused consciousness, just like him, controlled by this Heaven and Earth Love Inquiry Valley.

She raised her hand, revealed the dagger in her hand, and aimed it at Tang Wulin's heart.

However, when she reached this point, her movement suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? You also heard his words just now—he completely deceived you. If you don't kill him yourself, how can you vent your hatred?"

That gentle voice now sounded a bit urgent; seeing her pause, it hurriedly began to urge her.

Huo Yutong shook her head with difficulty, opened her trembling lips, and said word by word:

"No, can, not... Wulin would absolutely never do something like this..."

"——"

Those words not only warmed Tang Wulin's heart, but also made the owner of the gentle voice hold their breath.

One second, two seconds—finally, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Geez, I originally wanted to be gentler, letting you act on your own will, but it seems impossible—you actually managed such a thought under the erosion of killing intent here; I lost."

Then, he shifted his tone.

"But I have no intention of handing over the spoils of battle."

(End of chapter)