Chapter 500

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Chapter 500: My Husband

"It’s over," Murong Nu murmured. "I’m afraid we won’t be able to get through this."

Several demon kings fighting and the whole Qingyang City trembling, the palace has also been destroyed.

"If we go now, we might only be able to pick up a few bones and make them into a figurine to mourn."

The fourth on the Black List, like a Shiba Inu seeing a pit of fire, was clearly unwilling to jump in.

Bai Wei said, "We’ve come this far, are you going to give up now?"

"Any normal person wouldn’t want to go in, right?" Murong Nu rolled her eyes. "Rush in and get killed? The palace has collapsed, and that’s the real Yin Fire of Bi Fang. I’m not even sure if I can withstand it."

"If you think like this, it shows that your hidden score is still low," Bai Wei shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

"If you have done experiments, you would know that experimental animals are kept in boxes, while the observer hides outside the box," Bai Wei calmly said. "The one killed just now was only a false memory projection, not the real Nalan Qingshu. If we were to turn back now, then she would truly die in the closest place to the human world."

Murong Nu said, "No way, no way. No one really thinks we, with our limited abilities, can provoke a monster capable of breeding hundreds of thousands of lost souls, right? If the other party were to just shake their body, roar, and have those hundreds of thousands of lost souls attack us, they could chew us up with one bite."

She was indeed a little scared, perhaps more than just a little.

Shouldn’t a prominent expert on the "Black List" have confidence and dignity? This was really overestimating her. Murong’s concept of an expert was limited to bullying those weaker than herself. She was able to rank in the top ten because she had enough time to outlast others and because she focused her energy on cultivating rather than going out to cause trouble and fight. Twelve months of training and nine months of earning money ensured a perfect ratio that guaranteed steady improvement in both cultivation and business.

It can be seen that she is a half-blood with a plan, patience, and perseverance. She never considers making a quick buck and retiring, or being blinded by wealth and taking unnecessary risks.

She understands the importance of the economic foundation determining the superstructure. The majority of the wealth she earns is invested in herself, in order to obtain better resources to enhance her cultivation and strengthen her power. This systematic approach is good, but it also means she lacks the courage to take a big risk. It is often the case that even if there is an opportunity to get rich overnight right in front of her, her cautious nature becomes a disadvantage.

Murong Nu hesitated to retreat, which is understandable. Although this battle may not reach the level of two supremes fighting and erasing the great avenue, it is still terrifying for lower-ranking martial artists to participate in. Her fighting ability is, at best, at the level of a tea-sipping novice. She wouldn’t be so scared that her legs trembled at the sight of Vegeta, but if there was an unknown strength behind Vegeta, then that would be a different story.

"Are you really not going?" Bai Wei asked.

"Not going." Murong frowned, "You shouldn’t go either… I planned to search for people in Qingyang City. Her entering the palace on her own means she has already given up on life. Even if we save her, it may not be worth it…"

Bai Wei said, "I can naturally understand that as well."

"Then why are you still going? Is it worth it to die here? Even if you don’t die, if your body is damaged, what will happen to Chao Lu? Without your protection, she will surely be in great danger here." Murong rarely speaks so much and tries to persuade people, but she really hopes that Bai Wei will go back. If he turns back, she can turn back too. She is a total stranger to Nalan Qingshu. The reason she came here was also with the hope of discovering her own identity and bloodline. However, this connection is not enough for her to risk her life.

…Indeed, who would do such a thing? Only someone with the spirit of self-sacrifice like the gods can do it, right?

She hopes that Bai Wei can let go of that noble and selfless aura and be more rational like an ordinary person in such a situation.

But if he insists on doing so, she doesn’t want to advise any further. The consequences will be that the Ming Country will have no hope of revival and the Bai Ze will be destroyed. Is it worth it for a person like Nalan Qingshu who wants to die? Will she have a change of heart and regret coming here at the critical moment?

"In the end, why should I save her? She knows that I am a Bi Fang, yet she took advantage of me without hesitation and made me a pawn. She didn’t even consider acknowledging my identity." Murong said, thinking for a long time before asking, "Are you still going forward?"

Bai Wei replied, "You go your way, I’ll go mine." The person from the Ming Country smiled, "It’s also a good thing to be able to honestly give up, at least you don’t have to endure too much inner turmoil."

Murong Xuxie said with wide eyes, "Are you feeling tormented deep inside? How come I can’t see it at all?" Her gaze lingered on the young man’s bronze mask, "I just feel like you’re shameless and still laughing."

"Hahaha…!" Bai Wei really laughed out loud.

"Hurry up and go!" Murong became irritated, no longer persuading but urging, "What’s the use of standing here and just watching?"

"I’m waiting." Bai Wei crossed his arms, stood upright like an ancient tree that reached the sky and touched the earth.

He explained, "I’m waiting for Nalan Qingshu to give a signal."

"Have you discussed what kind of signal with her?"

"No… It’s called a signal, but it’s actually just one sentence from her. If a person accepts their fate before facing death, their soul and life will quickly disappear; but if they have resentment in their heart, their life will burn brightly one last time before extinguishing."

Bai Wei’s tone seemed to span through the ages, "I have witnessed countless dazzling burns like this. Even in this demonly environment full of lost souls, the flames must be very bright and brilliant. Compared to the wailing and howling all around, this kind of burning is even more magnificent and spectacular."

Murong Nu listened, trying her best to understand.

"Are you waiting for her to ask for help? Will you go to save her as long as she asks?"

"Yes."

"You’re really generous," Murong Nu said sarcastically, "Today one princess, tomorrow another princess."

"You’re thinking too much. It’s not about her status, I just can’t stand it," Bai Wei smiled, "She’s just a child, she makes mistakes and acts stubborn. As a responsible adult male, why be so hard on her? Instead, the world that pushes children to the point of wanting to die, that’s the real dog that should be thrown into the lava to be remade."

His tone gradually turned menacing, and the sound echoed in his ears.

Looking through the illusion, his gaze passed through the ‘box’ and landed in a not so distant place.

He saw the flames, witnessed the fall, and heard the cries.

…I don’t want to die…

…I don’t want to die here…

Who’s there? Please, come quickly and save me!

The deep cry of her soul was more real than words. She finally promised herself to be honest and held a deep affection for life.

Of course, Bai Wei would also respond and sing praises to the burning life.

[[Event Triggered]]

He took a step forward, as if a corner of the entire illusionary world collapsed.

Endless and overwhelming pressure filled the burning Qingyang City, as if there was no limit.

Murong Nu was overwhelmed by this imposing pressure. From a close distance, she perceived the person in front of her as a towering mountain that seemed to have no peak.

"You…"

Bai Wei felt the peak of Golden Power, but this power didn’t fade into silence after just a short moment.

In the fantasy world, the existence of self-fantasies cannot last long, even if they are very familiar, fake is still fake.

"It’s just a fantasy, it can’t be real."

He explained unnecessarily, his gaze fixed on the flickering flame, the girl’s soul was in imminent danger.

If he left, she would indeed die with much regret, dying so close to the human world without the chance to see the sunrise again.

The young man stepped forward slowly with his feet on the ground; with the second step, he was ten steps away; with the third step, he had already taken over a hundred steps.

Murong Nu widened her eyes, this stride was her own creation, the flash step, with increasing distance came increasing speed and power. Although there was a limit, its power could defeat the demon king. She had only used it once in Hujia Grave, just that one time, and he saw it?

Not only did he see it, he even improved upon it.

A faint golden light emanated from the young man’s body. With the tenth step, he arrived in front of the stairs of Qingyang City. He stomped heavily, shattering the ground within a hundred meters and launching himself into the sky. The golden light collided with a projection of the memory of the great demon king, shattering its body with a single step. The force rebounded, and a small but mighty golden meteor grazed through the palace.

A dazzling golden light tore through the sky, silently passing through invisible walls.

The fourth wall was pierced, and the observer and the observed met face to face.

A golden shooting star fell into the lotus pond!

In an instant, the heavens and earth shook together, the scenery on the lotus pond scattered, the black water surged, and several straight through the underworld!

The heavy impact destroyed at least seventeen Yin and Yang techniques, evaporating nearly one-tenth of the black water pool out of thin air.

Master Ronghua was terrified and furious, this was his hard-earned savings for three years, and it was ruined like a muddy puddle trampled by a dog and a filthy pit punched by a fist, truly unbearable to look at!

In the depths of the lotus pond, Nalan Qingshu’s consciousness was almost on the brink of extinction. In the endless darkness, she seemed to see a beam of light. She reached out her hand and desperately tried to reach it, like the illusion before death.

Then, her hand was held, the coldness and chill were dispelled, and the clear and palpable sound of a warm heartbeat could be heard. It was her own heartbeat.

She opened her eyes, her vision blurry, coughed out the black water from the lotus pond, vomited out all the resentment, and expelled despair. Her weak gaze wandered, faintly looking towards the approaching person.

That bronze mask never showed joy or anger.

At the moment of her imminent death, she thought about many, many things, and finally realized that the only person who could save her was him.

She felt relieved, not knowing if it was chaos or a genuine act, and by some strange coincidence, she softly called out, "My husband…"