Chapter 308: Heart Slashing (Part 2)

She couldn't bear to pull herself out, so it was only after the Great Sacrifice clearly told her that the Heart Poison was completed that she was forcibly locked in the courtyard.

But in the year she left the Yi family, the cold seclusion on her body was washed away by the man's warm heart, and she was already like a person in the red dust.

Everything behind was born from this.

Now, in front of this sentence, the woman collapsed. After suffering for thirty years, her fragility even exceeded the young girl's imagination.

"I have no way..." she cried, "I can only accompany him more, make his paintings stand higher, let him know more friends... I have no way..."

"He doesn't care about those, he only cares about you." Li Piaoqing looked into her eyes and said softly, "Why... not leave with him?"

The woman froze in place.

Li Piaoqing pierced the Heart Poison.

Something "popped" and shattered.

Yi Danjun's mind was indeed incomplete and fragile. She had almost no defense and vigilance. Li Piaoqing easily stabbed the sword into her heart.

Yi Danjun could not accept that she had inflicted such torture on the man. Under the intense pain and shame, her mind, which had already collapsed, would definitely change her choice.

Li Piaoqing had also thought of the reason for "close" for her—the younger brother was full of spiritual energy and was willing to help her; the younger sister was still ignorant, and she should take her away from all this.

Report to the government, report to the Immortal Terrace. You have always felt that believing in the Immortal Lord is justified, and you have ignored the world under the influence of dragon descendants since childhood, but now the man has already let you walk into this fresh vitality.

But she did not receive an answer. The woman was silent for a long time.

The man beside her was still bowing his head and staring at the painting, and the building suddenly fell into absolute silence.

"But..." The woman trembled hoarsely, raised her head, her face full of clear and beautiful tears, "... it can't be done."

Li Piaoqing was stunned.

She suddenly discovered that she seemed to have missed something.

The feeling of being stared at straight made her hair stand on end. The young girl suddenly raised her head, only to see that on the highest floor of this small building, a man hidden in the darkness was sitting facing here. His face could not be seen clearly, but that heavy and oppressive gaze had already pressed over every inch of the ground.

A long spear was held in his hand motionless, and the spear shadow was like a ferocious dancing snake under the flickering candlelight.

He sat there, like an insurmountable mountain.

That was Yi Duanzhi.

Yes, they had luckily not encountered him, but how could such an important branch of dragon descendants not have a strong person sitting in town?

In the past fifty years, he had been coldly executing the laws of the entire Yi family.

In the woman's

Li Piaoqing pressed down on the Lost Emerald Sword, but in the next instant, the upper floor was already empty. This shadow had flashed and vanished; it seemed that only when the woman hesitated and wavered did it loom out like an iron law.

Yes, under such a gaze, Yi Danjun could not do anything that would betray the Dragon Descendant.

But... Li Piaoqing's thoughts turned rapidly; what the Heart Poison required was not "success," but "choice."

Thus, she looked at the woman again and whispered, "Even if you don't succeed, at least you stood on his side, rather than letting him die in the agony of being betrayed by his beloved."

"But..." Yi Danjun hugged her knees tightly, shaking her head vigorously, and cried, "He is already dead..."

This time, Li Piaoqing was completely stunned.

A chill rose from the bottom of her heart; she slowly turned her head and looked at the table.

Spring night, small building, bright stars and warm moon, early flowers and small insects.

In the center of such beauty, the man held a brush to paint; this was precisely the softest place in Yi Danjun's heart.

For the first time, Li Piaoqing shifted her gaze to the content of the painting.

Xi Xi Fang Tian had been keeping his head down, tracing it, and now he had only just drawn the upper right portion.

It was not the mountain scenery he favored, nor the woman's gentle features, and it was not even any subject he had painted in his life—this painting, he had only done once.

—A section of a soaring dragon shadow reached down diagonally from the sky; neither its head, claws, nor tail appeared in the painting. Its entire body was wrapped in smooth, fine scales, rounded and slender, with two extremely thin and long dark blue lines climbing irregularly upon it, like a split wound.

Xi Xi Fang Tian raised his head stiffly toward her, a pair of golden vertical pupils cold and demonic.

A sense of suffocation deeply gripped Li Piaoqing's heart and lungs.

In the deepest part of the woman's mind-spirit realm, the Immortal Lord's will had already invaded.

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Seeing Pei Ye gritted his teeth and climbed back onto the high platform; Zhanxin Liuli had already broken free from the entrapment of those long tentacles.

Even amidst this tragic and beautiful scene of scattered scale-blood, its sword body remained as bright as an immortal. It aimed its tip at the God-Child once more, accumulating power; the thickening cloud-white Qi hung on the sword body, like two immortal ribbons.

The next strike would pierce through.

But a blood-stained hand grasped its hilt first, taking it down from the air.

Sensing the youth's will, those cloud-white Qi slowly dissipated.

Seeing Pei Ye carried Zhanxin Liuli and came step by step before the God-Child; this demonic creature was still staring at the green-clad girl before it, both faces equally quiet and cold.

Seeing Pei Ye slowly raised his arm, holding the sword horizontally before him.

He looked through Zhanxin Liuli's clear sword body, locking onto those brilliant golden pupils opposite.

"Sever... the heart," he said hoarsely.

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In the cold silence, Li Piaoqing's hands were already trembling slightly.

This abrupt scene caught her off guard; the young girl tried hard to calm her emotions, recalling the "Heart-Transmitting Candle" she had just learned, and thinking about the origin of this scene.

Since Yi Danjun's original heart remained, the Heart Poison would never disappear without cause; in other words, if the Immortal Lord's will had truly erased her Heart Poison, then this suffering Yi Danjun should no longer exist.

Then, in this gentle spring night, why was the woman's lover white-faced with snake pupils, holding a brush here—

Li Piaoqing suddenly had a flash of realization.

She remembered.

Because this story did not end after Yi Danjun chose to leave him.

In the winter of the Renwu year of the Chi Long era, the wind on Mount Xincang swirled with snowflakes, frost-covered branches were cold and dry, and all things hibernated; only the rushing cold stream still leaped with sound.

It was in such a season that Xi Xi Fang Tian, gritting his teeth, eyes red, hair disheveled, trekked into the Xincang mountain range step by step, day by day. When he arrived at this place, his hands that held the brush were already frozen to the point where the stark white bone was visible.

Right here, this thoroughly mortal man finally saw his beloved again, who served the immortal herbs for the gods.

But at just one glance, he went mad.

It was not because of the woman's appearance—she had told him long ago that she would turn into a monster; nor was it because of the demonic nature of the Purple Bamboo Realm, because he had not entered it; it was she who bore everything, coming to the edge of the Purple Bamboo Realm to meet him.

(End of chapter)