Chapter 58: The Final Destiny of the Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill (New Book, Requesting Collection)

“Hehe, Miss Guan, your divine martial arts are unmatched—I’m truly just a lowly soldier. But you can’t kill me, look~~” Li Shangxian pressed the blade slightly against Huchen’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood; Huchen’s eyelids began to twitch faintly.

“See that? Understand now? Put down your sword, or—”

“Or what? What will this ‘lowly soldier’ do?”

Xiao Yu glanced at him with contempt, but within her gaze she unleashed the divine intent of the “Tiger Roar Blade.”

Li Shangxian’s face was already ashen, nearly terrified out of his wits; now meeting her eyes, terrifying illusions instantly flooded his mind: the young lady in her pale yellow ruqun vanished, replaced by a towering, ferocious tiger.

The tiger opened its bloodied maw and leaned close, letting out a terrifying roar.

“ROAR!!!”

It felt as if foul-smelling saliva had sprayed onto his face… he indeed felt wetness on his cheeks—it was his sweat and tears.

“Clang!”

Like facing a fully awakened, enraged “Divine-Eyed Tiger,” fear drained all strength from his body; his saber clattered to the ground, his knees buckled, and he knelt, wailing: “Young General, spare my life! I’ve always remembered General Guan’s kindness and protection—I never harbored any treacherous thoughts! It was Cai from the Fire Crow Army—”

“Shut up!”

A weak, labored command cut him off, drawing every eye.

“Yi fu~~” Xiao Yu’s heart surged with shock and delight; she rushed forward.

“Master~~” Guan Zhong, his face swollen, collapsed sobbing toward him.

“General Guan…” Li Shangxian turned stiffly.

“Yu’er, kill him.” Guan Huchen stared at Li Shangxian with lifeless eyes.

“No, General, spare me—”

“Pthsshh~~~”

The Dragon Kiss Sword kissed his neck.

“Yi fu, you’re awake at last! I knew it—you didn’t die, you couldn’t die!”

Xiao Yu’s face glowed with joy and excitement, yet inside she sighed—Huchen was truly done for.

Because this was clearly a final surge of life.

“Master, hold on! Miss Yu has returned—we’re safe now.”

Guan Zhong understood Huchen’s condition; as he spoke, tears streamed down his face.

Huchen’s lips trembled; his voice was low but rapid: “Guan Zhong, is the Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill on you?”

“Yes. Master Qingsong gave the pill to Miss Yu; she trusted this old servant and temporarily entrusted it to me.”

“Now, a group of Immortal assassins targeted the Sunfire Marquis; Miss Yu led us to hide in the wine cellar. Just now, thick fog suddenly rose—Miss Yu and Master Yun vanished without a trace. Li Qing and Wang Bao came searching.”

Finally, Guan Zhong hesitated: “Wang Bao and Li Qing were likely ordered by someone… just now, Li Shangxian was about to…”

“Don’t say it!” Huchen’s eyes flashed with fury, then quickly dimmed. “Wang Bao and Li Qing betrayed me—this has nothing to do with others. Purely greed. Guan Zhong, do you understand?”

“This old servant… understands.” Guan Zhong felt deeply wronged, agonized, yet nodded firmly: “This old servant understands—it was Wang Bao and Li Qing, blinded by profit!”

“They lay in wait outside the wine cellar, and when chaos erupted, they returned to kill and seize the treasure.”

Only a senior figure in the Fire Crow Army could have orchestrated such a swift betrayal—Wang Bao and Li Qing would never dare defy the Guan family’s retaliation.

Guan Zhong even suspected the Sunfire Marquis himself was two-faced.

“Good. Now… bring out the Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill… let Yu’er…”

Huchen hesitated, wrestled, struggled for a long while, then closed his eyes and spat bitterly: “Let Yu’er swallow this ill-fated curse!”

“Master!” Guan Zhong gasped in shock.

“Yi fu!” Xiao Yu rejoiced… yet inside, her face betrayed panic and confusion.

“Swallow it. Stay safe.” Huchen struggled to say.

It was clear this decision tore him apart.

Xiao Yu quickly said: “Yi fu, you’ve awakened—take it yourself!”

“I can’t take it. Alas… no fate… you, swallow it quickly. Don’t make me suffer.”

Huchen’s expression and emotion were like a man who’d finally won the goddess he loved—only to shove her into another man’s arms. He was utterly broken.

But he had no choice. This was the best option.

With his current condition, swallowing the Bone-Changing Pill would trigger immediate bloodline chaos; his last drops of essence would spiral out of control, his heart-blood would drain dry, and he’d die instantly.

Had it been otherwise—even if he couldn’t absorb all its power—he’d have gladly tried it himself.

After all, this was the divine pill, forged from a century of Guan family heritage, the very thing he’d longed for.

Huchen gave the direct order; Guan Zhong, too, believed this the best course. He hurried to a corner, dragged over a wine barrel, reached inside, and pulled out a leopard-skin pouch coiled into a ball.

Xiao Yu’s eyelids twitched.

Damn it—how long had she been gone? Old Zhong had already hidden the divine pill.

Was he even suspicious of her?

“Miss, please swallow it.”

When he’d hidden it, he’d distrusted everyone.

Now that Master had personally ordered the pill be given to Miss Yu, Guan Zhong feared she’d hesitate, refuse, or show false modesty.

“Yi fu…” Miss Yu naturally assumed her demure maiden pose.

“Swallow it!” Huchen shut his eyes, refusing to look at the ill-fated pill.

“By Yi fu’s command, Yu’er can only bow in thanks… mmm~~”

The pill slid down her throat; Xiao Yu let out a muffled groan.

She felt she hadn’t swallowed a pill—but a tiny sun.

The tiny sun melted into molten lava in her throat.

The lava flooded her abdomen, surged through every limb and vein, turning her blood into burning gasoline.

Just this one moment—had it been Huchen—he’d have died instantly.

Yet within the extreme heat, a cool stream like spring water pierced her heart, then traveled up her spine, rushing into her mind.

Her sword bones hummed; each segment was a sacred blade.

Now all blades unsheathed, forged in the flames of blood, transforming from common iron into divine weapons.

But more of the coolness was absorbed by her Purple Mansion.

In an instant, the Purple Mansion swelled to fill her entire mind-sea; at its center, her soul coalesced.

A beam of purple light erupted from its core, wrapping her soul, bursting through her Yangding bone, piercing through the mountain above the wine cellar, rupturing the Flag Immortal’s Banner-Dodging Array, piercing through one heavenly layer, then another, until finally reaching beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens…

Afterward, Xiao Yu’s consciousness grew hazy; she didn’t fully grasp what happened. But she vaguely understood the Purple Mansion’s transformation: its “data lines” had connected to the Honghuang world’s “database.”

The Purple Mansion’s deduction of the “Kill-Dad Method” resembled artificial intelligence studying a subject—requiring vast data.

A small portion came from Xiao Yu herself—through observation, sensation, experimentation.

Most data came from the Purple Mansion’s own “database.”

The original database had already been powerful; now, it seemed linked to the Honghuang world’s “Great Dao Database,” drawing data from the Three Thousand Great Daos to deduce the “Kill-Dad Method.”

The most direct sensation: the “Divine-Eyed Tiger Annihilation Method” could now be deduced again!

Xiao Yu was thrilled.

Previously, the Purple Mansion was powerful—but rigidly limited: it deduced the most fitting “Kill-Dad Method” based on her and “Yi fu”’s current states.

Fitting the current state meant the theoretically optimal method.

But this was designed for “assassins.”

Assassins cared only for results.

Xiao Yu wanted more from the “Kill-Dad Method.”

Often, she didn’t even care about the assassination’s outcome—because she never intended to kill every Yi fu.

Xiao Yu’s desired “Kill-Dad Method” differed greatly from the theoretical “most efficient” version.

Take Huchen: before Xiao Yu trained the “Tiger Soul Seven Kill,” the Purple Mansion’s strategy was ambush—strike when unprepared.

So its deductions focused on concealing her form and aura to evade the Thousand-Mile Eye’s perception.

After Xiao Yu received Huchen’s transmission of the “Tiger Soul Seven Kill,” her strength changed drastically—she no longer needed stealth or ambush.

She could strike suddenly, shatter his Seven Kill principles.

But that wasn’t what Xiao Yu wanted.

The most valuable thing on Huchen wasn’t the “Tiger Soul Seven Kill”—it was his Thousand-Mile Eye.

Yet she couldn’t force the Purple Mansion to change its deduction path.

Last night, the “Kill Huchen Method” had already been fully deduced.

Now, having swallowed the Bone-Changing Pill, the full divine effect of the Purple Mansion’s connection to heaven and earth remained unclear—but now that it had expanded to fill her entire mind-sea, and her soul resided at its center, she gained some control over it.

This time, she directed it: deduce how to evade Huchen’s Thousand-Mile Eye, sneak close, and strike unseen.

“No wonder every innate-spirit user craves this pill—the Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill’s effect on awakening divine abilities is overwhelming.” Overwhelmed with joy, Xiao Yu couldn’t help murmuring aloud.

Huchen opened his eyes again, expression complex: “Yu’er, how do you feel?”

Xiao Yu beamed: “Thank you, Yi fu, for the pill! I feel reborn—my bones have come alive, able to absorb sword intent, filling my body with power. It’s miraculous!”

“Good… very good… the Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill… finally wasn’t wasted…” Huchen said hoarsely.

Seeing the unhidden sorrow and pain in his eyes, Xiao Yu quickly said: “Yi fu, don’t think only of me—think of yourself. Saving you is what matters now.”

Guan Zhong nodded urgently: “Master, give your orders—we’ll fulfill them with our lives!”

—You can add drama for yourself, but don’t drag me into it.

Having swallowed the Bone-Changing Pill, Xiao Yu now felt genuine gratitude toward Guan Huchen.

After swallowing the Bone-Changing Pill, Xiao Yu felt genuine gratitude toward Xiang Huchen.

His life or death no longer mattered as much as it once had.

The Emperor is dead, Huachen is dead, Little Li Fei’s plan has collapsed; even whether the Guan family will recognize her as “Miss Yu” is uncertain, let alone imagining vast resources poured into her—utterly impossible.

Now she has obtained the Guan family’s greatest heritage: the Purple Mansion and the Sword Bone twin spiritual arts; the whole world is open to her.

Of course, having the confidence to venture out alone does not mean Xiao Yu will abandon Huachen to die.

If there is any way to save him, she will do her utmost.

Not to mention, if Huachen dies prematurely, the derivation of the “Secret Method to Assassinate Huachen” will likely come to an abrupt halt.

Doing one’s utmost does not mean risking everything to accomplish it.

“Where is Chiyan? Find Chiyan, tie me to its saddle—it will carry me back to Yingxiang Prefecture on its own.”

“If I can return to Yingxiang Prefecture quickly… even if only entering its border, I might have a sliver of hope,” Huachen whispered weakly.

Guan Zhong hesitated: “Master, your wounds are too severe—riding alone will tear them open…”

“Wrap me tightly in the Fire Rat Robe… there’s no other choice. Only the ancestral elder of Yingxiang Prefecture can save me.”

Huachen’s tone held little confidence, only the despair of leaving fate to chance.

“Father, I’ll go find Chiyan!” Xiao Yu clenched her teeth, gazing at Huachen with resolute eyes.

“Good, Yu’er, I rely on you.”

Huachen gave no hesitation or plea—he immediately agreed to let Xiao Yu venture out into the “Eight Immortals Array.”

Giving her the Ninefold Bone-Transformation Pill was precisely to strengthen her, so she could protect him well and carry out tasks for him at this critical moment!

“Father, Chiyan won’t listen to me—it won’t let me get close. What do I do?”

Xiao Yu’s loyalty value, which had just surged to 69, immediately dropped ten points, falling back near the passing line of 59.

“Chiyan understands human speech—it can comprehend you, and it recognizes you too.”

Huachen had no certainty, but if he didn’t try, he’d lose even the chance to “fight desperately and leave it to fate.”

“Zhong Shu, take care of Father. No time to waste—I’m going to the barracks to find Chiyan.”

Xiao Yu swiftly pushed open the wine cellar’s wooden door and stepped back into the boundless white mist.