Chapter 442: Who Broke Their Defense? Who Uses Blood-Spitting as a Comma?

"Not reconciled?"

Tang An was also being a bit of a "Versailles" about it, "You're not reconciled after seeing only two Saintly items?"

"Look here."

"There's Tongtian Jiaozhu's Qingping Sword, Yuanshi Tianzun's Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, as well as Zhunti's Six Roots of Purity Bamboo and Seven-Treasured Marvelous Tree, plus Jieyin's Azure Precious Lotus Flag."

"How about it? Is this enough? If it's not enough, should I go grab some more to show you?"

Lu Ya's eyes were bloodshot; unable to hold back, he was so angry that he spat out several more mouthfuls of blood.

He had just wanted to speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but spit blood again.

"Oh my, are you using blood-spitting as a comma? Well, you can't just keep placing commas without saying anything."

Tang An's words were so stimulating that Lu Ya couldn't catch his breath; he rolled his eyes and fainted dead away.

"That's it? Your psychological endurance really needs improvement." She even poked Lu Ya's body, then wiped the blood from her fingers onto his tattered robes with a look of disgust.

"Drag him back for interrogation."

"Very well." Yang Jian flew over and used the Demon-Binding Rope to drag the dying Lu Ya back.

Inside the Divine Residence, in the living room.

Lu Ya lay on the floor covered in blood, his robes torn in many places, half his face a hideous withered bone, and his hands looking like withered wood; he was a completely different person from his former image.

"Splash—"

A basin of water was poured over Lu Ya, the shock of which woke him up.

Lu Ya opened his eyes several times before he could barely clear his head. His face was covered in bloodstains, and when he opened his eyes, he felt the corners sticky with gore, while his mouth was filled with the taste of rust.

"If you want to kill me, then kill me; why say so much?"

Tang An set up a camera and walked over, "Yo, you're awake?"

"Before you die, I want to get a few things straight. Do you mind saying a few words?"

Lu Ya looked at Tang An with an "absurd" expression; shouldn't it be him who wanted to get things straight before he died?

How did it become that before he died, she was the one who wanted to get things straight?

Lu Ya pushed himself up from the floor with his arms and sat cross-legged, maintaining his final dignity and composure.

"I can answer your questions, but before that, you must resolve my confusion."

Tang An leaned against the sofa, eating an Immortal Fruit, her mood quite good. "Sure, go ahead and ask."

Lu Ya was puzzled, feeling that there was a trap. "You agreed too easily."

"Do you have a masochistic tendency? You wanted me to agree, and now that I have, you're not happy." Tang An found such dawdling people the most annoying.

"Why did you agree so lightly?"

Tang An paused and sighed lightly: "Because you were once a Guardian and contributed to the peace of the Three Realms, I give you a foot of respect."

"Although I hate that you killed Brother Gongming and will certainly avenge him, before you die and after you die, I will give you the most basic respect."

Lu Ya took a deep breath, "I want to drink tea."

With a wave of Tang An's hand, a tea set was delivered in front of Lu Ya.

Lu Ya brewed tea for himself and poured it. His hands were weak and trembling because his Primordial Spirit was about to dissipate. But he persisted in brewing himself one last pot of tea.

"Why were you not harmed by the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book?"

Tang An showed him the Houtu Divine Ring on her hand, "This was given to me by the Saint Houtu Niangniang; it can withstand all Zhushu power."

"In other words, the moment you used the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book, it was already detected by the Houtu Divine Ring, which alerted me."

Lu Ya put down the tea set in his hand and looked at Tang An with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Why do so many Saints favor you?" He couldn't understand it; no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand.

The former Guardians, although they had some help, none of them could be like Tang An, where every item she casually took out was a Saintly treasure.

If he had had the same opportunities back then, why would he have ended up in such a state?

"Because I'm well-liked?"

Lu Ya chuckled, "Even if you were well-liked, it wouldn't make so many Saints disregard Causality to help you with all their might, would it?"

Tang An put down the fruit in her hand and sat up properly. "Then if I say they all owe me, would you believe it?"

Lu Ya was stunned upon hearing this; thinking of all that Yunxiao had experienced, he felt that what Tang An said might not be false.

"But the Saint Houtu, surely she doesn't owe you Causality?"

"She doesn't, but Houtu Niangniang is beautiful and kind-hearted, and I really am well-liked, so she gifted me an item, and it just happened to defend against you. Wouldn't you say that's a coincidence?"

Lu Ya closed his eyes, feeling a sense of helplessness—he had lost, and though he was unwilling to accept it, he had no choice but to submit.

"From the moment you discovered you were cursed by the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book, you had already been laying your own trap along with my trap?"

Thinking of this, Tang An smiled, feeling a little embarrassed. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" Lu Ya didn't believe it; he couldn't believe that Tang An could have stayed one step ahead of him and laid a trap within a trap.

Was he the mantis after all?

Tang An leaned back against the sofa again, propping up her chin as she said: "Guess why I came back?"

"Of course, I had my own purpose in coming back, but at the same time, it was also to give you all the easiest opportunity to make a move against me."

After answering her own question, Tang An continued: "And why do you think the Saints were able to detect me when I came back?"

Lu Ya suddenly raised his head, and the teacup in his hand shattered with a "clatter."

He had always thought that it was the Two Sages of the West who sensed Tang An was going to the future and dispatched him to arrive a period of time earlier on the timeline Tang An was thinking of.

It was enough for him to prepare and arrange everything to delay Tang An, and then cast his Zhushu to take her life.

But looking at it now, from the moment the Two Sages sensed Tang An was returning to the future, had they already fallen into her trap?

"Pfft—"

"Pfft!"

Lu Ya spat out two mouthfuls of blood in succession, pounding his chest and coughing violently until his entire person was flushed red from the coughing.

Tang An loved watching her opponents lose their composure. "I told you long ago, how could I be harmed by the very blade I handed to you myself?"

"When I handed it over, I was just waiting for you to stab me with it."

"You thought you were seizing the initiative at every step, little did you know that even that initiative was something I delivered right to your doorstep."

"Borrowing your scheme to bolster my momentum. Slaying the beast, severing the national fortune, the national treasure returns, and all things are mastered."

"Therefore, I must thank you, and also thank those two behind you."

The look in Lu Ya's eyes as he gazed at Tang An was replaced by a sense of terror. He could not believe it, nor could he accept that the person before him had laid out a plan so meticulous that even the Two Sages of the West had been calculated and utilized by her long ago.

"Are you truly not injured in the slightest?"

"Injured?" Tang An realized with a start, "You must mean the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book, right?"

"It did indeed have a slight effect on my body, but with my current cultivation, it was nothing more than giving me a nightmare."

"As for the times you saw me severely injured, unconscious, and vomiting blood..."

Tang An displayed all of her cosmetics in front of Lu Ya, "Various makeup effects, take your pick."

"The blood bags also come in all sizes; ones to hold in the mouth, ones to strap to the body—everything you could possibly need."

"I have already gained experience using those, so deceiving you was not difficult."

Lu Ya closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling as he suppressed the urge to vomit blood; he had clearly lost his composure once again. He had no choice but to close his eyes, unwilling to face reality, so that he might at least find some peace before him.