Su Luoying pursed her red lips and said:
“Lord Witch God, I cannot comply.”
Instantly, the Witch God’s gaze sharpened like a blade, fixing on Su Luoying, and he said: “You dare defy my command?”
“Su Luoying, you should know the consequences of disobeying me.”
“I advise you to think carefully!”
Su Luoying’s expression remained calm as she said again: “Lord Witch God, Luoying cannot comply.”
Hmph!
The Witch God let out a heavy, cold snort and said angrily: “Su Luoying, serving me is your destiny. You must comply, whether you want to or not. Do you really think your arrival in Miaojiang was a coincidence?”
Su Luoying frowned: “What do you mean?”
The Witch God said: “Back then, your adoptive father brought you from the orphanage to Miaojiang and raised you, all under my orders.”
“Not teaching you martial arts was also my command.”
“With your stunning beauty, many disciples in the sect coveted you. At first, I killed a few, but later I found there were simply too many who fancied you. If I killed them all, our Witch God Sect would have no one left to use.”
“So, I made you the sect leader to make those who liked you give up completely.”
“I’ve waited painstakingly for twenty-three years, all for this day.”
“Only by possessing you can my divine technique reach perfection, and my cultivation advance further.”
“When that happens, I’ll become the top master on the God List. The Forbidden City, the Dragon Gate—none of them will matter. They’ll all be trampled under my feet.”
Su Luoying’s face turned pale: “So, all this was your scheme?”
A scheme?
“Heh heh…”
The Witch God chuckled and said: “Rather than a scheme, it’s more like a plan I made years ago.”
Su Luoying said: “I don’t understand. Why would possessing me perfect your divine technique and make you the world’s top master?”
The Witch God laughed: “Su Luoying, haven’t you always thought you were ill?”
“You’re not ill at all!”
“That’s impossible,” Su Luoying said: “I know medicine. I understand my condition well. I’m gravely ill, or I wouldn’t need long-term medication.”
The Witch God smirked: “You’re not ill; you just have a unique constitution.”
“Medication only temporarily suppresses your cold qi; it can’t change your constitution.”
“Because of your constitution, you won’t live past twenty-four.”
“Su Luoying, before you die, fulfil your final purpose. Undress now and serve me.”
A stunned expression appeared on Su Luoying’s beautiful face.
I can only live to twenty-four?
Doesn’t that mean I have just one year left?
The Witch God shouted again: “Su Luoying, didn’t you hear me? Do it now.”
Su Luoying’s face was resolute as she said: “Witch God, don’t force me. If you push me further, I’ll kill myself.”
The Witch God sneered dismissively: “Want to kill yourself? Go ahead. While your body’s still warm, I can still take you.”
“You—”
Su Luoying was so furious she couldn’t speak. She hadn’t expected the Witch God to be so shameless.
Growing impatient, the Witch God said: “Su Luoying, your sole purpose is to offer yourself to me. Beyond that, you’re useless.”
“After I have you, I’ll personally send you on your final journey.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be lonely in the underworld. Your dear sister will join you.”
Dear sister?
Su Luoying thought of Su Xiaoxiao and asked urgently: “You’re going to kill Xiaoxiao?”
The Witch God grinned sinisterly: “You didn’t know, did you? Su Xiaoxiao is actually Cao Yuan’s daughter.”
What!
Su Luoying was shocked.
“Su Xiaoxiao’s purpose in living was to keep Cao Yuan in check. Without her, do you think Cao Yuan would’ve dared storm our Witch God Sect headquarters alone?”
The Witch God continued: “Now that Cao Yuan is dead, Su Xiaoxiao has no value.”
“I’ve ordered the sect’s disciples to kill Su Xiaoxiao on sight. Whoever kills her will be promoted to Grand Elder.”
“Soon, you sisters will reunite in the underworld, heh heh…”
The Witch God’s face was smug.
Su Luoying felt as if she’d fallen into an icy abyss.
Only now did she realise that she and Su Xiaoxiao were mere pawns in the Witch God’s game, her heart turning cold.
At that moment,
The Witch God’s short figure suddenly rose from his cushion, darting to Su Luoying’s side, his hand clamping onto her shoulder.
Su Luoying tried to dodge, but his grip was like iron, impossible to break free from.
“Since you won’t undress yourself, I’ll have to do it for you.”
With that, the Witch God exerted force.
“Rip—”
Su Luoying’s white dress was torn apart, her fair skin exposed to the air.
“As expected of Miaojiang’s top beauty. Stunning, haha…”
The Witch God’s eyes gleamed with greed.
“Let me go,” Su Luoying shouted, struggling.
Swoosh!
The Witch God tapped below her neck, and instantly, Su Luoying’s body stiffened, unable to move.
“Now you can’t move, but I can.”
The Witch God leaned toward her neck, but suddenly, his head jerked to the side, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Pfft—”
His withered face flushed red, his chest surging with chaotic qi and blood.
His expression darkened.
He’d thought he could have Su Luoying now, but at the critical moment, this setback occurred.
“I’ll come back for you later.”
The Witch God returned to his cushion, sat cross-legged, and began circulating his inner energy.
…
Meanwhile, the Witch God’s three disciples emerged from the stone cave and glanced toward the plaza.
They saw Ye Qiu and the corpses strewn across the plaza.
Instantly, killing intent flashed in the three middle-aged men’s eyes.
“Daring to kill at our Witch God Sect headquarters? You’re courting death!”
With a few leaps, the three men swiftly reached the plaza, standing opposite Ye Qiu.
When Ye Qiu saw them, his eyes narrowed.
Peerless masters!
Their auras were like dragons, unfathomably deep, far surpassing the Dragon List.
“I don’t kill nameless foes. Who are you?” the man on the left asked coldly.
Ye Qiu said proudly: “The current master of the Dragon Gate, Ye Qiu!”
Ye Qiu?
The three men exchanged glances, and the man on the left smirked: “We just killed Cao Yuan, and now the Dragon Gate’s new master shows up. Perfect. We’ll send you to join him.”
With that,
The three released their true qi simultaneously.
“Boom!”
Their aura was earth-shattering.
Ye Qiu’s expression shifted slightly.
He noticed the man on the right had cultivated three streams of true qi, the one in the middle had four, and the man on the left, who’d spoken, had cultivated…
Five streams of true qi!
