Chapter 590, Personal Vendettas
“Ugh… almost died in bed.”
In the endless ocean of spiritual energy, Young Master Sang let out a long sigh.
Even though the brawl back home was intense, everyone was somewhat restrained, and most of the harem didn’t have the outrageous physical prowess of the Primordial Deities.
These past few days in the Falling Crimson Realm, Young Master Sang had truly experienced the feeling of a cow being worked to death.
Never before had he felt so profoundly the importance of the Original Immortal.
Taking a moment to recover with the help of the Original Immortal, Young Master Sang gradually snapped back to reality.
…Xu Hongyi’s palace was much larger than he had imagined.
This boundless ocean of spiritual energy was just something Xu Hongyi casually constructed not far from her palace. Even so, this ocean was probably less than one-tenth the size of Xu Hongyi’s palace.
Young Master Sang seriously suspected that the overall size of this palace might rival that of the Abyss Realm itself.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy here was unimaginably abundant, and the Original Immortal could use this nearly limitless spirit power to create anything he needed.
What he needed most right now was something to help him find the Causal Lotus.
Of course, it was unlikely that he could create such a thing solely with the Original Immortal.
In other words, relying on his own initiative to find the Causal Lotus was basically not an option.
He needed a way to make her take out the Causal Lotus herself… Young Master Sang closed his eyes and began to think.
Bringing it up himself would be too obvious.
He had to find a reason that would compel her to present the Causal Lotus.
Gradually, Young Master Sang mentally formulated a template.
…It should work, right?
No, this was the only workable option.
But… wasn’t it a bit cruel?
No, no, no… Why would I feel sympathy for the Primordial Deities? How come I haven’t felt such sympathy in all my years at the Punishment Department?
Work is work, and enemies are enemies. Being soft-hearted at a time like this is asking to be squeezed dry, isn’t it?
He probably got so drained that he was losing his sanity.
Clearing out the jumbled thoughts from his mind, Young Master Sang took a deep breath and activated the mask mode.
Original Immortal. Create.
Before him, the surrounding spiritual energy gradually coalesced into a cute little figure.
The little figure had a childish face, but sharp teeth and claws, and one could faintly see a reddish hue in the eyes.
If Young Master Sang remembered correctly…
The Little Blood Demon he had encountered back then looked something like this.
Young Master Sang knew that Blood Demons were unique to the Falling Crimson Realm and were the best at lowering Xu Hongyi’s guard.
This Little Blood Demon was carefully crafted to mimic the one in Young Master Sang’s memory, and with the energy used being the spirit energy of the Falling Crimson Realm itself.
It should be able to fool her, right…? Young Master Sang stared intently at the Little Blood Demon.
Moments later, the Little Blood Demon opened its eyes and obediently swayed its body as instructed.
Very agile. Controlling it felt smooth and natural.
After playing around a bit, Young Master Sang tossed the Little Blood Demon into the pool to continue nourishing it.
It was about time.
He needed to go back to continue being his “Star Fury.” Young Master Sang sighed deeply.
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Abyss Realm. The snow-blanketed coast in the northeastern part of the continent.
“Argh!”
A wretched scream erupted, and Yan Rouwan expressionlessly pulled back her hand, as if she’d just squashed a mosquito.
“Thirteen already… are there still more?”
“So, those Blood Demon seeds released back then have multiplied this much?” Yan Rouwan mumbled to herself.
Now she understood how Xu Hongyi got a leg up on them in finding the Heavenly Treasure.
It was this swarm of Blood Demons that had taken root and thrived in the Abyss Realm for years.
Even though the Blood Demons Young Master Sang and Shi Qingyan encountered believed they were the last of their lineage, remnants and subspecies of Blood Demons still survived in some corners of the continent throughout its long history.
These Blood Demons were the rules of Xu Hongyi’s creations, and more terrifyingly, beings that were assimilated by them could also be turned into Blood Demons, entirely under Xu Hongyi’s control.
After a thousand years, no one could know how many Blood Demons still existed.
In the past week, Yan Rouwan had combed through every inch of the Abyss Realm, diligently checking virtually every creature there.
Yet there were still a few cases where she found hidden ones.
But this time, Yan Rouwan was convinced she had cleaned out all the seeds.
…Not quite.
There was still one left.
“I mean.”
Behind her, Shi Qingyan, slightly shivering, frowned, dissatisfied. “If you want to get revenge for our personal vendetta at the Water Moon Sect after awakening, you might as well say it.”
“Why drag me all the way to this freezing cold place just to watch you kill bugs without a word of explanation?”
“As it stands, I still don’t even know why I’m here.”
Yan Rouwan turned to look at Shi Qingyan.
Her indifferent gaze made Shi Qingyan feel a bit uneasy.
“…What are you going to do?”
“I’m contemplating.”
Yan Rouwan’s bright gaze fixed on her: “I’m contemplating whether to kill you.”
Shi Qingyan was taken aback.
“…Why? You can’t possibly think it’s because I got together with Young Master Sang before you, right?”
“Because you’re the seed of Xu Hongyi.” Yan Rouwan said softly, “And now, you’re the last one.”
Shi Qingyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment, she lowered her gaze.
“I see.”
“You could have mentioned that sooner. No need to drag it out in such a desolate place.”
She slightly turned her gaze and said softly, “Just say the word, and I’ll take care of it myself.”
Yan Rouwan kept her gaze locked on her.
“I know. You’re worried Young Master Sang will be upset.”
Shi Qingyan sighed and replied slowly: “Actually, it’s not that dramatic. First, this situation is entirely of my own making.”
“I was greedy for power that didn’t belong to me, and it ultimately led to this terrible consequence. I also know that as long as I stay by his side, I’m his greatest threat.”
“And secondly… he doesn’t lack my presence.”
Yan Rouwan noticed that when Shi Qingyan spoke this line, she hugged her arms.
She seemed a bit cold.
So cold that she bit her lip tightly.
“Come on.”
In her final act of resignation, Shi Qingyan took a long breath and lifted her beautiful gaze: “I’m ready.”
Better yet, she had thought about this long before being controlled by Xu Hongyi.
No matter what, Shi Qingyan couldn’t accept being a burden to Young Master Sang.
Even if it meant death.
Yan Rouwan maintained her indifferent expression and stepped closer to Shi Qingyan.
Shi Qingyan resignedly closed her eyes.
Just as she awaited the arrival of death, she suddenly heard a teasing whisper in her ear:
“I always said, if Senior Sister Shi weren’t so icy cold like in the sect, she’d be quite adorable.”
Shi Qingyan: “?”
In the next moment.
Shi Qingyan suddenly found herself standing there in tatters, her smooth skin exposed to the cold wind.
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