novelraw Chapter 41 : If I Don’t Save Her, Aren’t You Still at My Mercy
Chapter 41 : If I Don’t Save Her, Aren’t You Still at My Mercy
Chapter 41: If I Don’t Save Her, Aren’t You Still at My Mercy
The moment the blue light exploded.
Lü Muxue’s eyes widened.
Several female disciples of Taiyi Talisman Palace instinctively raised their Magical Artifacts toward the ice boat, but froze the instant they saw clearly.
Someone took half a step back, subconsciously swallowing, suspicion and shock flashing through her eyes.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Until Dai Bojun rolled out of the ice boat, kneeling on the ground and vomiting messily, retching in pain.
And the sound of You Yuan, dizzy and weak, clutching Fang Chang’s leg and unable to stand, constantly falling.
Only then did the silence break.
“Brother Fang!”
Luo Yi surged with Great Sun True Fire, punching Wang Yichen back with one blow, overjoyed.
Fang Chang stepped forward and caught Zhang Su, who had been flung away by the force of the dragon claw.
His martial aunt’s monk robe was torn and fluttering, blood spraying out like a raging tide without restraint.
Zhang Su’s veil had fallen, revealing the gentle and beautiful face beneath, along with the Heartless Mantra mark on her cheek.
At this moment, there was no need to hide it anymore—it had already been blurred by the large amount of blood she had vomited.
Her face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with pleading:
“Save… Muxue…”
“Her current condition is the result of killing the Crown Prince of Yan Kingdom and provoking Imperial Dragon Fortune. To save her, the Dragon Resentment in her body must be removed.”
Fang Chang smiled. “But you remember—at Golden Roc Inn that night, she rejected my proposal.”
As he spoke, he walked forward.
Not far away, Consort Ning, whose body had been smashed in half, had not died immediately.
That twisted, swollen abdomen was still writhing, like a parasite, spreading hideous black-red flesh in an attempt to fill the missing upper half of her body.
The aftershock of the self-destruction continued.
This Secret Realm clung to its last breath—unable to even die completely.
Lü Muxue lay collapsed on the ground, the Dragon Resentment in her body violently reacting under stimulation.
After all, she was only a First Realm Qi Absorption cultivator.
At this moment, she struggled to breathe, her vision gradually blurring.
And yet—
Through the gaps between the surrounding female disciples, she saw Fang Chang holding her aunt, walking step by step, unhurried, toward the distorted and mutated Jade Planting Path.
She saw him pat the small square cauldron at his waist.
A crimson figure burst forth, blazing with overwhelming Thought-Flame. As her skirt fluttered, she soared out like a phoenix.
The surging hatred mixed with corpse yin energy rose like raging waves.
It suddenly shot upward, blasting the ceiling of the corridor with booming explosions.
Behind Zhao Yuntong, her Obsession Form manifested as a terrifying, disheveled ghost. Her aura rose from the Third Realm, climbing steadily upward, not stopping even at the peak of the Fourth Realm.
Behind the veil, her beautiful eyes were dark and ominous, shrouded in shadow.
She made her move.
In an instant, it was as if the entire Secret Realm was engulfed in red Thought-Flame.
The next moment—
As the red light faded—
Consort Ning and that grotesquely mutated abdomen exploded once more with a massive hole.
Within the half-formed face, Consort Ning’s stunned expression appeared—then froze there.
Black-red blood rained down.
“Corpse… Corpse Puppet?”
You Yuan stared blankly at Fang Chang’s back. “…It’s actually the Corpse Refinement Path?”
The Corpse Refinement Path was a reviled demonic path, despised by all.
“The… Corpse Refinement Path…?”
Lü Muxue’s pupils shrank sharply, as if pierced by an invisible needle.
She froze, then suddenly understood something.
Ignoring the pain of the Dragon Resentment, she forced herself up and glared fiercely at Fang Chang in the distance, who was holding Zhang Su.
“Give… my aunt… back to me!!”
Fang Chang remained entirely within the Black Tortoise Square Cauldron. Though blood rain poured down, not a drop touched him.
He smiled and said to Zhang Su in his arms, “Your niece has figured out what I’m going to do.”
Zhang Su could feel the corpse yin aura from Fang Chang.
Yet she did not care in the slightest.
“Save… her. This poor nun… will let you… deal with me as you wish…”
“Foolish. If I don’t save her, aren’t you still at my mercy?”
Zhang Su shook her head, her face terrifyingly pale.
“For some… reason… this poor nun… is willing to believe… believe in you…”
“……”
Fang Chang said nothing more to her, wiping the blood from her face.
Zhang Su was no longer young, but as a cultivator, her skin was still as smooth as a peeled egg.
“Save your strength. When you wake, we’ll meet again.”
Zhang Su’s expression was calm, her eyes lowered, like a bodhisattva showing compassion to all beings.
Gradually, her life faded.
“Aunt… Aunt!”
Lü Muxue’s entire body trembled, blood tears streaming down uncontrollably as she let out a heart-wrenching scream.
She struggled forward.
A crimson figure appeared beside her like a ghost at some unknown moment.
Zhao Yuntong, filled with overwhelming hatred, struck a Taiyi Talisman Palace disciple severely with a single palm. Lü Muxue was no exception—just the edge of her Spiritual Essence power left her gravely injured, coughing blood violently.
She seized Lü Muxue, flashed back, and threw her at Fang Chang’s feet.
Lü Muxue’s bloodshot eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Fang Chang, filled with hatred.
Good. Good.
This was exactly the kind of rage he needed.
Fang Chang paid it no mind.
He pressed several Heartless Mantras onto Lü Muxue’s hips and chest in succession.
She let out a muffled groan, her eyes gaining a trace of shame and anger.
The Heartless Mantra also had a suppressive effect on Dragon Resentment.
But only suppression.
Once the Dragon Resentment had been stimulated, its harm would only grow worse.
Still, for now, it was enough.
Seeing that the Dragon Resentment was no longer rampaging, Fang Chang calmly took out the prepared coffin, placed Zhang Su’s corpse inside, and used a simple Dust-Cleansing Talisman. That counted as completing the corpse purification.
The steps of corpse refinement could not be skipped—but they could be made up later.
He only needed to trigger the progress within the Corpse Refinement Path Class System.
Fang Chang opened the Corpse Refinement Path Class System and immediately smiled.
【Corpse Material: Zhang Su】
【Traits:
Solemn Divine Appearance (Purple), Thousand-Hand Guanyin (Purple), Jade Bone Ice Heart (Purple);
Green Lotus Step (Blue), Glazed Body Protection (Blue);
Compassionate Nature (Green), Buddha Light Reflection (Green);
Exquisite Needlework (White), Snow-White Skin (White), Vegetarian Preference (White), Self-Discipline and Propriety (White);
Cognitive Obstruction (Dark Red), Surging Desire Sea (Dark Red).
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【Initiate ‘Soul-Link’?】
“Not bad.”
Fang Chang praised, selecting “Yes.”
Though slightly inferior to Zhao Yuntong.
But after all, Zhang Su did not have much role in the later plot.
Far less than her niece.
Lü Muxue, burdened with deep hatred after her relative’s death, would gain a fortuitous encounter and rapidly advance in cultivation.
With Fang Chang’s actions, could this process be pushed forward?
That remained unknown.
But as a hidden move, it held some interest.
Moreover—
No matter what, obtaining a Fourth Realm Yin Corpse was ultimately a good outcome.
“Junior Sister Muxue!”
Only now did Wang Yichen snap out of his daze.
He forcefully endured a blow from Luo Yi, one arm burned to a bloody mess, and charged forward.
Sword light struck the phantom of the Black Tortoise Square Cauldron—but it did not move in the slightest.
Zhao Yuntong’s face was dark. In her fury and jealousy, her strength surged.
Her red figure moved like a ghost. In an instant, she clashed with Wang Yichen at close range. As she retreated, her pale hand released numerous threads of Thought-Flame.
His sword blocked some of them.
But many pierced viciously through his abdomen.
Luo Yi seized the opportunity.
With a frown, he charged explosively. His Great Sun True Fire burned fiercely as he struck Wang Yichen’s chest with a single palm.
In an instant, a massive hole was burned through his chest—along with his internal organs, completely incinerated.
Wang Yichen stiffened, unable even to scream, frozen in place.
At this moment—
They finally realized that Wang Yichen’s internal organs were actually clusters of plant roots, emitting a disgusting burnt smell.
“This is… parasitic plants from the Secret Realm?”
Luo Yi said in shock.
Fang Chang, however, did not even glance over.
He seized the Twin-Dragon Grass Talisman Treasure paperweight, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.
Not bad, not bad—another unexpected gain.