Chapter 207

Gao Li and Ma Feng were tense all over, their hearts in their throats.

Though they had never seen Jiang Sishui, anyone who could take down Ximen Yu in a single move was unquestionably far beyond them in strength.

With their lives entirely in the hands of another, how could they possibly stay calm?

Seeing Simple yet heavy after gravely wounded and on the brink of death, Jiang Sishui dismounted to check her injuries, frowning as he asked, "How did she get hurt?"

Ma Feng's heart gave a sudden lurch, and he shot Gao Li a frantic look.

But Gao Li also utterly despised what he had done, and not wanting to offend Jiang Sishui, he unhesitatingly laid out the whole story from beginning to end.

Ma Feng's face went deathly pale in an instant, his whole body trembling like a sifter of chaff.

He had no idea what relationship Jiang Sishui shared with Simple yet heavy after, but his gut told him he was in trouble!

After hearing Gao Li out, Jiang Sishui gave Ma Feng a long, deep look, then took out a jade pendant and tossed it to Gao Li.

Gao Li caught it instinctively.

Just as he was about to ask, he heard Jiang Sishui say, "You may go."

"... Wh... what?" Gao Li was stunned.

Jiang Sishui offered no explanation, saying coolly, "Keep that jade pendant safe. If you lose it, I'll kill you."

Gao Li: "..."

His heart was a tangle of bewilderment, his head completely in the fog, utterly unable to fathom what Jiang Sishui's words and actions meant.

But he was a man who knew when to keep his mouth shut; since Jiang Sishui hadn't spelled it out, he didn't dare ask more.

He tucked the jade pendant away, offered a respectful bow, and hurried off.

Once his companion left, Ma Feng instantly grew even more panicked.

While he was quaking in his boots, Jiang Sishui's gaze swept toward him, and then he pointed at Simple yet heavy after: "Go on, pick up your divine sword and drive it into her heart."

229 The Mighty Witch Sovereign, The Sword Boy's Death

Hearing this, Ma Feng's eyes flew wide. "You're a Rain Tribesman too? How come I've never seen you before?"

Jiang Sishui had no patience for his blather. "Whether I'm a Rain Tribesman or not is none of your business. Now pick up your divine sword."

Ma Feng shook his head on instinct. "No! I won't! Simple yet heavy after is mine! I don't want her to forget me!"

Jiang Sishui gave a cold, mirthless smile. "So you'd rather watch her die here than let her become a Witch Sovereign?"

A flicker of struggle crossed Ma Feng's face, then he lowered his head and fell silent.

Even Du Bingyan couldn't stand the sight of him anymore and snapped, "What a selfish, despicable bastard!"

Jiang Sishui, however, was hardly surprised. He said coldly, "If you don't do as I say, I'll kill you right now."

Ma Feng shuddered all over.

Only then did it dawn on him that the other man wasn't negotiating—he was giving an order.

Because he simply had no room to bargain.

A thick wave of helplessness welled up in his chest. Ma Feng clenched his teeth, turned, and went to pull out the divine sword.

He didn't want to die, so he could only do as Jiang Sishui said.

Jiang Sishui watched his back and said lightly, "You're welcome to try running. But if I catch you, I'll shatter your bones one by one."

Then, 377 he paid Ma Feng no more attention and crouched down beside Simple yet heavy after.

"The Rain Tribe witchcraft is truly fearsome—I almost didn't catch up in time. If I'd arrived a moment later, you'd really be dead."

As he spoke, he raised a hand and pointed.

A white light from "Purification" shot out, enveloping Simple yet heavy after's entire body.

"I've purged the Dragon-Amber power the 'Dragon-Amber Tea' left inside you. When you ascend to Witch Sovereign, you'll be able to forget every worry completely."

Jiang Sishui thought silently to himself.

At the same time, Ma Feng had obediently brought over the divine sword.

Jiang Sishui glanced at him and said coolly, "Do it."

Ma Feng's five fingers tightened around the hilt. Though every fiber of his being recoiled, he could only step forward.

The sword tip lifted slightly, aimed at Simple yet heavy after's heart, yet he still hesitated and refused to thrust it home.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Sishui barked.

A tremor ran through Ma Feng's heartstrings. Daring to delay no longer, he squeezed his eyes shut and drove the longsword forward.

Du Bingyan watched from the side, her heart suddenly leaping into her throat.

Although Jiang Sishui had said this was the final step in Simple yet heavy after's ascension to Witch Sovereign, the matter was not yet settled, and her kind heart couldn't help but worry for Simple yet heavy after.

The divine sword pierced Simple yet heavy after's heart, and at once a flash of cyan-blue divine light erupted. A tremendous surge of witch-power exploded from within her, blasting Ma Feng—sword and all—flying backward!

Ma Feng crashed heavily to the ground, his qi and blood churning, feeling as if every organ inside him were about to shift out of place.

Propping himself up on both arms, he watched Simple yet heavy after's body wrapped in a dazzling blue halo like a solar corona, then rise upright and slowly float up into midair. Ma Feng's lips twisted into a grin that was half sob, half laugh.

The final step of ascending to Witch Sovereign had begun—there was no stopping it now.

The little Simple yet heavy after who had followed at his heels ten years ago calling "Big Brother" would never be his again.

At the thought, grief-stricken as he was, a surge of resentment welled up from the bottom of Ma Feng's heart.

But considering the gap in their strength, he could only bury that feeling deep inside.

Du Bingyan gazed at Simple yet heavy after hovering in the air, at the boundless blue light brilliant as starshine, and murmured, "How beautiful. Brother Jiang, is she about to ascend to Witch Sovereign?"

Jiang Sishui nodded, watching the sun about to dip behind the mountain, and said, "When the first ray of tomorrow's dawn touches her, she'll be a true Witch Sovereign."

A true Witch Sovereign...

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart. Ma Feng, standing off to the side, suddenly recalled something, and his mind began to turn.

"Mm?"

"Cicada Sense" was triggered, and Jiang Sihui followed the sensation to look toward Ma Feng.

Thinking it over carefully, he understood.

"Bingyan, do you know how powerful the true Wuzun of the Rain Clan really is?" Jiang Sishui asked casually.

Du Bingyan turned her head to look, blinking curiously: "How powerful?"

"Beyond the summoning wind and rain you've seen, there's also Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission, Freezing People with a Point, Limb Restoration, and even the ability to heal ninety-nine percent of the world's illnesses and injuries within just a few breaths. And so on, too many to count."

Du Bingyan: "..."

"And in terms of combat power, even if she's a newly ascended Wuzun, below demigod level, there are probably few who could be her match."

Du Bingyan was dumbfounded, so shaken she couldn't speak.

Jiang Sishui shifted his tone: "You say, if such a powerful being, upon waking, were to make a move against us, what would happen?"

"She'd make a move against us? No way, right? We have no enmity with her, we even saved her life—why would she want to harm us?"

"True, we did save her, but she doesn't know that. And what if, at this moment, someone else incited her to come kill us?"

"Incited?"

Du Bingyan was stunned for a moment, glanced at Ma Feng, vaguely beginning to understand, yet becoming even more confused.

She asked, puzzled: "She'd listen?"

"She would!" Jiang Sishui said with certainty.

"Didn't Brother Jiang say that a new Wuzun forgets all past affairs?"

"Yes."

"Then why?"

"Because the Rain Clan has a rule etched into their very bones—every newly ascended Wuzun must fulfill one condition or wish for the person who helped her complete the final step."

Hearing this, Du Bingyan suddenly looked at Ma Feng: "Brother Jiang means..."

Jiang Sishui smiled faintly, also looking at Ma Feng: "Right now, you must be plotting this, aren't you? Wanting to borrow the new Wuzun's hand to kill me?"

Having his inner thoughts exposed, every hair on Ma Feng's body stood on end, his scalp about to explode.

He hurriedly shook his head in denial: "No! No! I didn't think that! I absolutely didn't think that!"

Jiang Sishui neither affirmed nor denied: "Perhaps. But your character and promises are clearly less trustworthy than a dead man."

Ma Feng's face changed drastically: "Sword, go!"

The Rain Clan's divine sword immediately thrust toward Jiang Sishui, while he himself turned and ran.

Jiang Sishui flicked a finger, and the divine sword was sent flying twenty zhang away.

With a flick of his toe, a pebble shot out, breaking through Ma Feng's true qi and piercing his skull.

Ma Feng died on the spot.

Driven by inertia, the corpse ran forward for some distance, then fell heavily to the ground.

The Rain Clan's divine sword flew back, not attacking Jiang Sishui, but circling around Ma Feng's corpse.