Chapter 11 Part 1
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Chapter 11 Part 1: Master, I Want to Have a Good Sleep (1)
“I said, I’m gonna kill you!”
Jiang Jing stood firmly in his spot.
A cold killing intent pierced deeply into the depths of his mind, like an ice cone.
Boom!
A big explosion happened.
But unlike the Big Bang, which gave birth to countless living creatures, this was a funeral dirge full of death!
In that moment, Jiang Jing’s mind went completely blank, as white as snow.
This happened too quickly.
He was completely unprepared when the time came.
Is this the temperature that the wind blowing in North Luzhou should have?
Cold.
It’s really cold.
At the last moment, on the brink of death, he unexpectedly gained the power of “rebirth” as his fresh blood flowed into the path of the underworld.
He looked down at Bai Lian, who was forty yards away from him, after struggling for half an hour, with an expression of suppressed mockery on his face.
“Is that it?”
Once, the Immortal Heavenly Lord was unquestionably the ruler of the Immortal World.
Since she was killed by Red Dust Heavenly Lord, the times had completely changed!
“The new era has long gone without your position, so let me put an end to your last hope!”
Jiang Jing began to condense a new arrow, laughing.
His spirit Qi surged.
The sea of blood raged.
A terrible power was building up!
Just as he had gathered half of it, before he could form a protective cover for the divine arrow—
Bai Lian appeared in front of him, a strange silver light glimmering in her right eye.
Like a ghost.
“Impossible!”
Jiang Jing stepped back and roared in anger.
This is not reasonable.
This is really unreasonable!
If Bai Lian truly had this ability, why didn’t she use it earlier?
Is it because this move requires charging up?
Is it all just an illusion before him?
Yes.
Hallucination.
This must be an illusion!
“I will never die here easily!”
The hateful emotion corroded Jiang Jing’s face like poison.
At this moment, no amount of exaggerated acting could portray the distorted expression on his face.
He had a long way to go.
Although his path to ascending as an Immortal Emperor was cut short by the Night Saber Demon early on, after coincidentally absorbing some of the energy from the underworld, his path to becoming an Immortal Emperor had reopened.
He still had hope—the hope of vengeance with his own hands.
He still had a future—to conquer three thousand domains and leave a legacy for centuries.
“How could I die? How could I die? How could I die?!”
Isn’t it just a broken body?
Abandon it!
As long as he could escape, relying on the special cultivation method retained in the Netherworld Qi, he would eventually stand at the top of this world!
“Ahhh!”
Suddenly, a roar like a cannon blast erupted from deep within Jiang Jing’s throat.
The voice grew louder, more vehement, more unstoppable.
Following it was a crimson light.
The light burst out of Jiang Jing’s mouth, like Godzilla unleashing an atomic breath—only this one was much grander.
In a flash—
The fragments flying in the sky were obliterated.
The broken palace dome suddenly disappeared.
Even the green light emitted by the shield scattered in disarray.
Under the red light pillar, the sky around the entire Sea Grape Spring Garden was dyed an eerie red for thousands of miles.
The undercurrent raged.
Many evil spirits ran rampant.
At the same time, in different places—
Countless people in North Luzhou raised their heads.
“It’s about to get dark!”
Yes.
The weather would change.
The female cultivator, stricken by a jet of blood, clutched her fractured right arm, eyes full of fear.
Where did Jiang Jing’s strength come from?
Can Bai Lian really kill Jiang Jing, who has become almost a demon?
She saw that under the swirl of this “storm,” Bai Lian’s body was like a flatboat without a sail, vulnerable to capsizing at any moment.
Yet Bai Lian was not afraid.
Every time she moved her elbows forward by an inch, a picture of her with her master, Martial Sisters, and countless others flashed through her mind.
Some were funny.
Some were depressing.
These moments constituted every step of her life since she came into the world.
At first, she was afraid of them, but now she just wanted to hold onto them tightly.
Because they were her memories, the evidence of her existence.
They were her everything!
She wouldn’t let anyone take all this away.
So—
She was cloaked in killing intent, but what truly drove her forward, what made her climb ahead despite everything, was the unyielding courage surging through her body and mind!
Even as her wounds multiplied,
Even as her waist was crushed,
Even as everything beneath her turned blood red—
She only felt her body grow hotter.
She approached death.
She gained new life.
At this moment, Bai Lian was no longer just an “ice sculpture” trapped in a painting. She was real—warm, alive, and undeniably human!
“Do you know?”
She struggled to control her avatar, forcing it to walk toward Jiang Jing.
One step.
Two steps.
Slowly but surely, she closed the distance between them.
No.
I don’t want to know anything.
Jiang Jing only knew one thing: he had to break the illusion in front of him. He had to shatter the barrier above his head.
And then…
Become an Immortal Emperor!
His journey was destined for the boundless three thousand domains of the Immortal World!
“Break it! Break it all!”
Jiang Jing raised his right arm, wrapped in flames, and brought it crashing down onto Bai Lian’s shoulder like a hammer.
Bang!
As he had hoped, Bai Lian, who stood before him, vanished upon impact.
“Ha ha ha… An illusion! As expected, it was just an illusion!”
But then—
His laughter abruptly stopped.
Bai Lian had disappeared…
Yet, the strange knife in her hand had not.
It clattered against the uneven stone floor.
It rolled.
It rolled again.
“…”
Jiang Jing stared blankly at the knife.
In the blink of an eye, a pale arm suddenly reached out, fingers closing tightly around the handle.
Wuwu~
The north wind howled, carrying a sorrowful melody through the night.
Jiang Jing’s gaze lifted slowly.
Bai Lian—who he had just punched into oblivion—stood there once again, her eyes cold and unrelenting.
She stepped forward, speaking as she moved.
“I could never kill you with my strength alone.”
Bang!
Jiang Jing roared in anger, his movements frantic.
At that moment, he was like a monkey with its tail set ablaze.
“Get out! Get out now!”
Bai Lian’s avatar shattered again, and pain exploded through her body from the strain of using Qianhuan Real Eyes.
Yet, she refused to stop.
Wiping away the fresh blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, she restarted her avatar.
Step by step, she advanced.
“But I’m different from you, I—”
“Get out! Get out!”
Bang!
Another punch.
But it was useless. Jiang Jing could not stop Bai Lian’s relentless march forward.
“The world is vast, yet you’ve always been alone.”
“DIE!!!”
“But I’m different. My world may be small…”
“DIE FOR ME!”
“But I never fight alone. There are people who support me. There are people waiting for me to come back.”
“WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD YET?!”
Jiang Jing’s furious roars filled the air.
Never in his life had he feared someone as much as he feared Bai Lian now.
She was no longer just a person—she was a monster, crawling out from the depths of death itself.
And the “monster” was still speaking.
“I can’t kill you, but this knife that Yougui gave me can.”
Ah, ah…
Jiang Jing shook his head violently.
He couldn’t understand.
From despair to hope…
And from hope, back to despair.
The moment he had grasped victory, it was ripped from his hands.
But why?
Why had the heavens given him hope at all, only to crush it?
Why?
Why?
Why…?
In a daze, Jiang Jing’s right leg buckled.
With a groan, he fell to the ground.
He didn’t retreat.
Instead, he slammed his hands down, burning a crater into the earth.
He slammed his forehead down, deepening it further.
His voice was hoarse, desperate.
“Get out of the way!”
“Die, die, I beg you—don’t come any closer! Just die already!”
He lifted his head.
Though his face was cloaked in red flame, Bai Lian could see him clearly.
That face—
His wrinkled features twisted together in grief, tears and snot streaking his cheeks.
Jiang Jing was crying.
For the first time in ten thousand years, since embarking on the path of immortality, he had shed tears.
He had long forgotten what it meant to despair.
Ha.
Ha ha ha ha!
So…
Bai Lian’s avatar raised Dirty Knife.
She smiled.
“As always, I’m the one who wins in the end.”
She pressed Jiang Jing’s head down with her left hand.
He didn’t resist. He simply looked up at her, his tear-streaked face devoid of dignity.
He no longer resembled a demigod.
Bai Lian thought absently before plunging the Dirty Knife into his neck.
This was a blade capable of killing even immortals.
The moment it pierced Jiang Jing’s flesh, an infinite surge of life force erupted—as though it had finally found an outlet.
Jiang Jing’s body trembled violently.
No.
He didn’t want to die.
He tried to stand, but Bai Lian refused to give him the chance.
She swung the knife again.
And again.
And again.
One.
Two.
Three.
A simple, mechanical motion.
Pure, unfiltered killing intent.
And—
A raw, uninhibited scream.
“Why does everyone push me?!”
“I just wanted to be an ordinary person! I just wanted a quiet life with my master! Why do you all keep forcing me?!”
“Have I ever insulted you?!”
“Have I ever harmed you?!”
“Have I ever done anything to deserve this?!”
“Have I—?!”
There was so much she wanted to say.
So much that transcended hatred.
Gradually, Jiang Jing’s struggles ceased.
He stared at Bai Lian, watching as the Dirty Knife slowly drained the life from his body.
Was this the Immortal Heavenly Lord?
There was no difference between her and an ordinary person.
In the end, the flames engulfing him flickered out.
His soul turned cold.
Slowly, he closed his eyes.
His world was swallowed by darkness.
His life faded away with the whistling wind.
Jingle.
Dirty Knife slipped from Bai Lian’s hands.
She had done it.
