Chapter 28

"I respected him so much in vain. When he came to the Shen family, I enthusiastically asked him for advice on the martial path. That very night, he snuck into my boudoir... I was so ashamed and angry that I wanted to die. I told my parents about this and asked them to invite venerable seniors from the martial arts world to preside over justice. But the people of the Shen family persuaded me: since you have already lost your chastity, why not marry him."

"He knelt and kowtowed before me again, a dignified Great Grandmaster..."

"One of the strongest peerless experts in the martial arts world told me he loved me deeply, which was why he made such a big mistake. My parents, and you martial arts seniors..." Shen Wanjun pointed at Zen Master Kongming and Daoist Wan Shi, saying with hatred, "Actually persuaded me to let the matter rest, saying it was for the sake of my reputation!"

"I, Shen Wanjun, have been pure and clean all my life, preferring to break rather than bend. I would rather not have this reputation!" This roar was loud and clear.

"But my parents begged me to death, and he begged me in every way, preferring to self-mutilate..." Shen Wanjun whispered, "I thought I could forget these things and start over. After all, he could be considered to truly love me. For the sake of my request for flowers that never fade in the four seasons and ice that never melts, he went to the Western Regions to seize the exotic flower Mandorola-Lagaros, and then went to the Northern Polar cold plains, risking his life to reach the Heavenly God Peak to chisel out the ten-thousand-year-old Profound Ice Soul."

"It's a pity I still couldn't forget, so I colluded with the Twelve Yuan Chen, discovered the flaws in his true qi, refined the Profound Ice Soul into the divine weapon Ice Soul True Qi, and then mixed the Mandorola-Lagaros into his food and drink. Finally, under a beautiful starry sky, I used this ice needle to kill him."

"He truly lived up to being a Great Grandmaster. Even though he was shot in the brain by the ice needle transformed from the Ice Soul True Qi, he still had the strength to say to me: I'm sorry. The Ice Soul True Qi was something he had tried every way to find for me, and he had always known I was poisoning him with the exotic flower. Hahaha... In this life of mine, even my revenge was indulged by others..."

Shen Wanjun said calmly, "So for the rest of my life, all that remains is revenge. Against you hypocritical righteous experts. A pale revenge..."

Zen Master Kongming sighed deeply and said with shame, "Heroine Shen, this old monk was wrong!"

"If you want to say nonsense like 'I will take your place, let me suffer for you,' then don't mention it! My revenge is for the pride of my life. I am not wrong... so please give me an ending!" Shen Wanjun said calmly, "Finally, although Brother Qian should have seen it, I will mention it. Eight-Remnant... you killed the quick-talking one, didn't you!"

The Eight-Remnant beggar said with a ferocious face, "Cheap woman, you still want to frame me before you die."

"Because you are physically disabled and cannot perform as a man, your heart is twisted, and you often abuse and kill innocent women. I found out that the Little Falling Moon Sword, Yue Qing, was killed by you back then. I wanted to remove you, this disgusting person, early on, but I didn't expect you to be threatened by the Dragon Head. You secretly defected to our Twelve Yuan Chen... The Dragon Head said that after this big event, he would hand you over to me for disposal. But I can't wait... so, die!"

A crystalline, transparent, and pure needle appeared in Shen Wanjun's hand; this was the divine weapon condensed from the Ice Soul True Qi.

The essence of the Ice Soul True Qi divine weapon is unique. In Qian Chen's view, its quality is excellent even in the Central Lands. It is a divine weapon of the Qi path, essentially a refined essence of heaven and earth energy. This energy essence is extremely pure and has many wonderful uses, but its nature is too extreme, making it difficult for cultivators to harvest.

Later, someone created a method to use one's own true qi to harvest this energy and refine it into divine abilities and magic treasures. This extreme energy can then be utilized by people and is called Gang-Sha Qi.

Shen Wanjun's Ice Soul True Qi is one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs of the Central Lands, the Ice Soul Bingpo Bingpo Hanguang Gang.

These Gang-Sha energies are extremely precious. Given the foundation of this world, they are definitely among the most cherished types of rare treasures. Even in the Central Lands, they are worth hundreds of millions. Even for someone with Qian Chen's background, the only thing that can compare to it is the Bone Relic before its seals were broken.

Shen Wanjun slowly walked up to the Eight-Remnant beggar. Along the way, everyone was awed by her spirit and dared not stop her.

The Eight-Remnant beggar struck out in shock and anger. The Remnant Heaven True Qi damages one's essence and hides the lethality of maiming people's limbs; it is extremely poisonous, and his strike was even more ruthless and merciless. But the Ice Soul Divine Needle suddenly disappeared in Shen Wanjun's hand. A ray of indescribable light, transformed from the refraction of light by the ice needle, was like a rainbow, gorgeous and magnificent, just like the life of this extraordinary woman.

A bloody hole penetrating to the brain marrow appeared between the Eight-Remnant's eyebrows, and extreme terror and despair still remained on his face.

The Ice Soul Divine Needle that shot him turned invisible and returned to Shen Wanjun's hand. Perhaps it was because she loathed the blood of these people that she refined ten-thousand-year profound ice into this peculiar weapon that could constantly regenerate. She pinned her fantasy of rebirth on this needle. It was as if, after being defiled, she could return to purity.

"Heroine Shen..." Zen Master Kongming said, "I am willing to guarantee with all my strength... Shen Wanjun has no sin. All the faults are this old monk's faults. I beg all heroes to let her go... As for the Tang family, this old monk will surely go to apologize in person."

Shen Wanjun laughed, "No need."

She turned to look at Qian Chen and laughed, "Little brother, you're only fourteen, right! Although you deliberately made yourself look older, you can't fool me." She smiled cunningly, revealing an expression other than coldness and resentment for the first time. Qian Chen sighed secretly in his heart: "When Shen Wanjun was a young girl, she must have been such a bright person!"

"She became increasingly cold, and the martial arts world thought it was the pain of losing her husband. Who knew the unspeakable inside story?"

Shen Wanjun laughed, "Although they don't say it, they all think I'm wrong. Only you seem to be a bit interesting..."

"I don't think what you did was right," Qian Chen said calmly.

Shen Wanjun shook her head, "It's different. They think I shouldn't have resisted. But you think I shouldn't have joined the Twelve Yuan Chen."

"You were already free!" Qian Chen said, "Why return to the filth."

"As long as the world doesn't fully share your view, how can I talk about freedom?" Shen Wanjun laughed at herself.

"A fourteen-year-old Great Grandmaster, I really want to see it! Discussing the martial path with such a hero and dying in an all-out battle is the final destination for martial artists of our generation. Come... fight me!"

Qian Chen borrowed a sword from Kang Kang Qian Deng, held the Jinghong Sword, and came to the main courtyard with Shen Wanjun.

That Ice Soul Divine Needle shot out lightly. Under the moonlight, it was as moving as a flowing light...

Qian Chen walked slowly past Shen Wanjun, leaving a sword mark between her eyebrows, like a beauty with a cinnabar mole. Under the moonlight, her smile was peerless.

Qian Chen held the Ice Soul Divine Needle and discovered that the ice needle had not dissipated, but had transformed into a point of refined Ice Soul Bingpo Bingpo Hanguang Gang. Although it was only a point, the chill within the Gang Qi was almost infinite. Shen Wanjun had left a peerless divine weapon to the only person present she did not dislike.

Qian Chen held the needle in silence. Shen Wanjun seemed to be using this needle to tell Qian Chen—do not submit.

Even in death, do not!

The Medicine-Pounding Chengwu Chengwu Shenjun of the Twelve Yuan Chen was dead, but the heroes present did not have a hint of joy. Zen Master Kongming was even more heartbroken than if he had died himself, remaining in the courtyard and continuously chanting scriptures for Shen Wanjun.

Qian Chen picked up the heads of the three Zodiacs—Horned Fighting, Stone Turtle, and Flying Yellow—and looked at the Morning-Calling Divine Lord, saying, "Why keep him? If you don't kill him, are you waiting to invite him to breakfast?" After saying this, he didn't even look at the Morning-Calling Divine Lord's expression of suppressed terror at this moment, and then severed his head and left...

He found Hong Sihai and asked, "Hall Master Hong, I wonder where Mr. Huang Yuhan died. I would like to go and pay my respects."

Hong Sihai was silent for a long time before saying, "Huang Yuhan died in the mourning hall of my sworn brother. Now his body is also kept there. They are the people closest to me. If I am to pay respects with the heads of the Twelve Yuan Chen, I will go with you."