Chapter 413: The deep fear from a past life breaks through the earth once again

Execution?

What execution?!

Gu Rongjin didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from beating Pei Shangling!

Yet his punch landed like hitting cotton, he couldn't exert any force!

What's going on? Gu Rongjin already sensed something was off, but as soon as he thought, his mind felt like it exploded, unable to think of anything.

"Get lost, Gu Rongjin, don't hinder here, or you'll also be locked in Eternal Lane! Father Emperor said anyone who pleads shares the same guilt!"

"You almost killed my little sister; this is what Mu Yuanzhi deserves."

"Death by a thousand cuts is not excessive!"

"Sentencing her to the flaying and grass-stuffing punishment is most appropriate!"

Before Gu Rongjin's eyes, the faces of Pei Shangyan and Pei Shangling alternated, appearing like evil ghosts.

Flaying and grass-stuffing punishment?!

These six words weighed so heavily they instantly jolted Gu Rongjin's nerves awake!

Little Yuanzhi!

He wants to save her!

Gu Rongjin lunged forward!

But the air before him was like an uncrossable barrier; no matter how he punched or kicked, it wouldn't budge an inch.

This moment of clarity let him clearly know he was in an illusion; he had to break through it!

At the same time, the monk turned his head and glanced toward the Yellow Palace, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Yuan Yan?" the Qilin asked.

"The formation has changed..." the monk said.

The Qilin wasted no words, rushing back: "I'm going back to find my senior sister! I leave this to you, Yuan Yan!"

He had wanted to dissuade him, but seeing the figure already gone behind him, he could only sigh helplessly.

And Luo did not try to stop the Qilin's departure; he leisurely said to the monk: "Master, do you think the Buddha will save all beings?"

"Anyway, these beings certainly don't include you, patron." the monk laughed.

And Luo: "Really? Does that mean I'll go to hell?"

"Amitabha, hard to say." the monk put his palms together.

And Luo laughed loudly: "Master, why would someone like you willingly stay in Juechen Valley? You could easily dominate a region."

"Patron, didn't you also stay in Frost Descent before?" the monk countered.

"You're right; because I owed a favor, I must repay, which is reasonable. The new emperor disbanded Frost Descent; the past is past, also reasonable, and everything I've done is fair and reasonable."

The monk nodded: "If you think it's reasonable, go ahead; that's normal."

"So Master, why would you lower yourself to this place, taking orders from a little devil?" And Luo's bewildered expression.

"Patron, are you stalling for time?"

"I'm just curious, nothing else."

"Poor monk originally thought Patron And you had some interest, but now it seems you're overthinking, just like those dull commoners, you also love asking boring questions." The monk suddenly unfastened the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist and curled his lips.

"Are we getting serious?"

And Luo wasn't worried at all: "But let me remind Master, your formation has already been compromised by my subordinate, skilled at imitation A Zi; her Mimic Phantom Technique is superb—Master can guess what changes will now occur in Juechen Valley."

"Mimic Phantom Technique? It's the legendary secret art of the Zangyue Sect." The monk showed a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect to encounter it here."

"Master, are you also a member of the Zangyue Sect?"

The monk smiled without speaking: "Since everyone's spirits are high today, let's play on a bigger scale."

He threw the Buddhist prayer beads upward; the originally strung bodhi beads, upon meeting air, scattered, defying natural inertia, and floated in midair.

They were like dropping into water, producing ripples; in And Luo's sight, the monk's muttering mouth gradually became indistinct.

He hadn't even time to brace himself before plunging into a void!

The turmoil in Juechen Valley seemed not to have reached the distant Profound Palace.

In the Cool Pavilion, Xiao Yichen suddenly opened his eyes, blankly staring at his blood‑stained palm.

He didn't know what he had done.

Everything in the Cool Pavilion was a mess; the woman who had lain beside him, alive or dead unknown, had vanished, leaving only torn clothing and bloodstains everywhere.

Did I kill her?

Xiao Yichen had no idea why.

He moved his lips; his mouth had a sour‑sweet, bloody taste.

Yet he clearly remembered he had not eaten or drunk for many days.

The foul smell in the air mixed with a bloody stench; a single breath made one feel nauseous!

Xiao Yichen spat a mouthful; the ground held not spit but a mouthful of blood, yet he felt no pain—it wasn't his own injury.

This mouthful of blood actually contained hair strands and fingernails.

If the long hair strands might be his, the clearly painted fingernails definitely were not.

It was that woman's!

Xiao Yichen's pupils suddenly contracted, a surge of nausea rose in his throat, his stomach churned for a while, yet he actually calmed down.

Because he realized his internal strength seemed to have increased!

He tried to circulate his energy; his palms seemed to emit faint black qi, he had no time to notice, for he felt his whole body relaxed, an unprecedented sense of ease instantly spreading through his limbs.

Xiao Yichen smiled, stepped out amidst the mess, and the iron chains binding him had long since become like scrap iron scattered on the ground.

Outside the Profound Palace, the sun had already set, the whole valley sank into gloom, and Xiao Yichen casually picked up a sword someone had dropped, swung it, and found it utterly unsuitable.

True masters never need to borrow weapons.

Then Xiao Yichen threw away the scrap iron in his hand.

A Zhi, where are you?!

Xiao Yichen looked into the distance, hoping to sense Mu Yuanzhi's aura, but it was too far; he couldn't smell it, so he could only rely on instinct to search.

A Zhi, wait for me!

——

Mu Yuanzhi shuddered for no reason; the stickiness in the air made her very uncomfortable, and she didn't know why she had returned to Eternal Lane again—one moment she had to scrub clothes and wash the floor, the next she could only watch as another version of herself was beaten up by those old ladies who fawned over some and trampled others.

The door creaked open, and she saw someone entering!

It was Xiao Yichen!

She would never forget this scene!

Xiao Yichen approached her step by step like a demon from hell; more accurately, he was approaching another version of her.

Another her, pitiful and unable to resist, still harbored fantasies about him.

"Brother Chen!"

Mu Yuanzhi heard that utterly weak version of herself utter, from the depths of her heart, a "Brother Chen" filled with fantasies about Xiao Yichen.

Another Mu Yuanzhi, whose gaze had been dim, ignited with fierce hope; the man she loved had finally come to see her! She hoped he could rescue her, hoped he could take her from that lightless place and bring her home.

But she didn't know he had come to send her off to death, personally killing her, slice by slice, executing her by lingchi!

The deep fear of her past life, once buried by Mu Yuanzhi, surged forth again from the earth!

She wanted to scream, to escape! But she couldn't move at all……