Chapter 744: Extra Chapter 2: Evil and Brainless

I glanced at Feng Ying'er out of the corner of my eye, and inexplicably felt both amused and exasperated.

I seem to know why I selectively didn't regard her as a true opponent, almost forgetting her completely.

She's rotten to the core yet lacks any real brains.

Thus, over the past few centuries she actually had many chances to rise, but she never managed to seize any of them.

She merely does evil endlessly, endlessly harms living beings, yet makes no progress at all.

She can bewitch the Hēimǎng with her beauty, swallowing its gall and inner elixir whole; she can also strike when my parents are at their weakest; likewise, I think she probably also, when the Wu Ling were at their lowest, dragged her into the Nine Abyss Deep Abyss and created the Hundred Spirit Gu.

Now, at this critical moment of life and death, she shows up again.

She tries to provoke me using Zhao Zixun.

Do I hate her? Do I want revenge?

Of course I hate her, and of course I wish I could tear her apart with my own hands.

But I'm too weak; I can't do it.

At this moment I even feel that, during the process when A Cheng refined me, those medicinal spirits parasitic in my body are also quietly detaching from my unstable spirit form, burrowing into the soil, seeking a way to survive.

"Feng Ying'er, you're such a coward." I closed my eyes, doing my best to keep my breath steady, and said, "I know what you want—nothing more than Zhao Zixun's battle soul and inner elixir, that sort of thing. Over the years, in this Nine Abyss Deep Abyss, you've had countless chances to approach him, tempt him, even fly into a rage and attack him, but obviously all have failed. How come you can't move Zhao Zixun, and now you're trying to find a breakthrough through me?"

Feng Ying'er gritted her teeth and said, "Fu Wan, look at what state you've sunk to, and you still have the energy to provoke me? I think you're tired of living."

"As for me, I've already accomplished what I most wanted to do in this life; life and death mean nothing to me anymore." I said calmly, "Feng Ying'er, don't try to threaten me with death—it's useless. Lift your head, open your eyes wide and take a good look; those who will settle accounts with you are coming down soon, so I advise you to fend for yourself."

Feng Ying'er grabbed my neck in one motion, her sharp talons piercing my spirit body; although I felt no pain, my spirit body still shuddered, becoming even more unstable.

Feng Ying'er sneered, "You think I care about your worthless life? But there's no choice—the fellows in the Nether Realm are timid, with all those Yin troops stationed outside as mere decoration, too afraid to truly clash with the Feng Clan, and in the end it's you, this little girl, who broke their formation—how pathetic. Even if their own inadequacy is forgivable, they schemed endlessly yet only managed to rope me in; now, only you can help me carve out a path to survival."

Being miserable myself is fine, but after exhausting all schemes, you alone dragged me in; now, only you can help me carve out a path to survival.

It turned out that someone in the Nether Realm truly wanted to cooperate with Feng Ying'er, using the Nine Abyss' advantageous location to swallow the Feng Clan.

Too bad Xiao Jiu's network of connections is too strong—she navigates the mortal realm with ease, and even in the Nether Realm she has now spread a vast web of relations.

The "Yin troops stationed outside" that Feng Ying'er mentioned refer to those Yin troops under the City God and the Seven Halls Yama, who were already guarding the junction of the Wangchuan River and the Nine Abyss waters.

Those Yin troops had been arranged there long ago by Xiao Jiu in consultation with Liu Qiye.

This move both repels external threats and pacifies internal strife—killing two birds with one stone—but it also trapped Feng Ying'er alive in the Nine Abyss Deep Abyss.

I can only say one thing: she deserved it.

Bearing the discomfort of my spirit body, I said, "Feng Ying'er, I think you've really been set up. Let me tell you: those Yin troops stationed outside have always been our people; without our orders, they certainly wouldn't move at all."

I endured the discomfort of my spiritual body and spoke casually: "Feng Ying'er, I can see you've really been set up by someone; I might as well tell you: those netherworld troops stationed outside have always been our people from start to finish; without our side's orders, they certainly won't take any action."

But she immediately roared, "You little brat, cut the crap—do you think I'll believe you just because you say that? I don't know those Yin troops, and I still don't know……

But immediately she shouted: "Little thing, be honest with me; do you think I'll believe you just because you say that? I don't understand those netherworld troops, I still don't understand..."

I realized what she meant and pressed, "Who don't you know? Who set you up and trapped you here?"

"Don't try to worm words out of me—I won't say." Feng Ying'er pinched my neck, stopped wasting words on me, and instead shouted into the distance, "Zhao Zixun, if you want Fu Wan to live, drop your sword right now, shatter your battle soul, and hand over your inner elixir—I……

Before she could finish, Zhao Zixun flashed forward, his blade already at her throat, and said coldly, "Feng Ying'er, have I been indulging you all these years? You dare to provoke me still! If so, want to test whether your hand is faster or my blade?"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Zixun flashed his form, his long blade already at her throat, coldly saying: "Feng Ying'er, have I been giving you face all these years? You actually dare to provoke me! If so, want to test whether your hand is faster or my blade is faster?"

It seems that in these years without me, Feng Ying'er hasn't been spared Zhao Zixun's abuse.

Zhao Zixun, like me, clearly never truly regarded her as a person.

Zhao Zixun, obviously like me, also never truly regarded her as a person.

But now this clown not only jumps around in front of us, she's also teamed up with some formidable outsiders, causing a string of troubles, so she can't be allowed to stay another moment.

As the blade pressed lower and lower, Feng Ying'er's hand gripping my neck gradually loosened.

Just as Zhao Zixun was about to strike, I hurriedly said, "Zhao Zixun, don't kill her yet! She's still useful!"

In the Nether Realm, who has been secretly pulling the strings, opposing Xiao Jiu? The answer should be obtainable from Feng Ying'er's mouth.

Zhao Zixun hesitated for a moment, but in the end he couldn't bring down the blade.

Feng Ying'er completely let go of me, though the blade still hovered lightly at her neck.

Zhao Zixun scooped me up into his arms, and I turned to Feng Ying'er and said, "Feng Ying'er, I'm giving you one last chance: if you tell me who in the Nether Realm you've colluded with, I'll beg Xiao Jiu to spare your life; otherwise, I guarantee you won't see tomorrow's sun."

As soon as I finished speaking, Zhao Zixun pressed the blade harder against her neck, drawing a faint trace of blood.

Feng Ying'er immediately said, "That person was once also a member of the Feng Clan……

Before she could finish, a water column shot up from the ground, suddenly bursting from beneath Feng Ying'er's feet like a black sword, cleaving her straight in half.

Feng Ying'er stared wide-eyed, her mouth still shaped as if speaking, but she had already been split cleanly down the middle.

The next moment, the gorgeous woman transformed into a phoenix‑headed owl state, crashed to the ground, and split into two bloody halves.

Feng Ying'er just died like that!

Zhao Zixun hadn't even made a move, yet someone couldn't sit still.

That black water column came and went in a flash; in the blink of an eye it retreated from the Nine Abyss, leaving no trace……

That black water column came quickly and left just as fast; in the blink of an eye it withdrew from the Nine Netherworlds, leaving no trace……