Chapter 29 Part 2

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Chapter 29: The Power of the White Emperor! (2)

Bai Lian had forcibly dispersed Ji Shi’s soul more than ten times.

When he finally managed to reunite his soul, Ji Shi came to a sudden, chilling realization. Bai Lian wasn’t sparing his life out of mercy—she wanted him to suffer.

This conclusion wasn’t baseless. It wasn’t just Bai Lian’s cryptic words that led him to this belief.

Ji Shi analyzed carefully. Every strike from Bai Lian landed with a deliberate consistency in strength. She wasn’t unleashing her full power. No, she was holding back.

In his current condition, Ji Shi knew he couldn’t do the same. To control such strength with such precision—Bai Lian was playing with him.

Why?

It became clear. She was afraid of killing him instantly.

“This woman… she’s truly malicious!”

Ji Shi’s thoughts raced. He couldn’t go on like this. He needed to escape.

Weakened to the point of being like a flickering candle in a storm, Ji Shi was terrified of dying here. Even if it meant living as an ant—a fate he despised—he still clung desperately to life.

Another punch landed squarely on his chest, but this time, Ji Shi acted. Without hesitation, he cast the Evading Spell.

Amidst a swirling haze of mist, his soul transformed into a streak of gleaming light.

This was the Light Water Technique, a skill Ji Shi had spent nearly a Yuan mastering. It was his ticket to escape.

—

Bai Lian’s brows furrowed as she watched Ji Shi flee. Just as she was about to give chase, the Snow Spirit Lord—who had been silently observing the battle—made her move.

This was the perfect opportunity to eliminate Ji Shi.

Using Heavy Water to counteract Light Water, the Snow Spirit Lord formed a cage, blocking Ji Shi’s retreat.

—

But Ji Shi didn’t panic.

He sneered. “You think you can stop me?”

With a single motion, Ji Shi pointed his index finger.

The Snow Spirit Lord froze in place, her body enveloped in a misty veil. The water around her began to shift wildly between scalding heat and bone-chilling cold, leaving her weak and disoriented.

“No…!” she gasped.

Ji Shi’s voice echoed in her mind, cold and mocking.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t leave a backdoor in your body?”

The Snow Spirit Lord realized too late—Ji Shi had already taken control of her.

—

By the time Ji Shi reached the edge of the island, he was certain of his success. Bai Lian hadn’t pursued him.

“Yes! I’ve done it!”

Once he dove into the sea, he thought, no one could track him down.

Or so he believed.

—

Bai Lian, meanwhile, was deep in thought.

The encounter between Ji Shi and the Snow Spirit Lord formed a peculiar chain:

Bai Lian > Ji Shi > Snow Spirit Lord > Bai Lian.

Something didn’t add up.

“How can I be stronger than Ji Shi, weaker than the Snow Spirit Lord, and yet Ji Shi is stronger than the Snow Spirit Lord?”

It hit her. She hadn’t been able to kill Ji Shi because her attacks were too weak.

“Damn it!”

Bai Lian clenched her fists.

If only Ji Shi had retaliated earlier—if only he had slipped up—it would’ve been over by now.

—

As Ji Shi prepared to dive into the sea, a sudden shift occurred.

The shoreline shimmered, reflecting an eerie white light.

A massive shadow emerged from the depths, moving swiftly through the dark waters.

—

Ji Shi’s eyes widened in horror.

“That… that’s…”

The shadow drew closer.

It was a leg.

An old turtle’s leg.

—

“Move! Get out of my way!” Ji Shi screamed.

But there was no time to react.

The turtle’s massive limb came crashing down like a mountain, and Ji Shi’s world went dark.

—

Bang!

The turtle’s leg collided with its own shell, sending waves rippling outward.

The entire island shook violently.

Soil, grass, and trees cracked and tumbled into the sea.

Only then did the Snow Spirit Lord and Bai Lian realize the truth.

This wasn’t an island.

It was an ancient turtle.

—

The Snow Spirit Lord froze in fear, while Bai Lian stood in stunned silence.

The massive turtle withdrew its forelimbs, its enormous head emerging from its shell.

Looking down at the nearly lifeless Ji Shi, the turtle’s voice rumbled.

“Fairy Bai Lian, I’ve subdued this evil man. Do with him as you please.”

—

Bai Lian blinked in disbelief.

The Snow Spirit Lord was equally dumbfounded.

This turtle knew Bai Lian?

—

Ji Shi, struggling to his feet, let out a strained laugh. His body trembled with the effort, but his eyes glinted with a mixture of despair and mockery.

Then…

The Snow Spirit Lord froze, her thoughts racing. She dared not continue the thread of her reasoning, fearing where it might lead.

Ji Shi’s voice, hoarse and cracked, echoed what the Snow Spirit Lord feared most. “I always wondered… how you, of all beings, fell for Bai Lian’s tricks so easily.” He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips, but he pressed on, his laughter growing weaker yet more derisive. “So, ha ha… it was all part of your scheme. You cooperated with me intentionally… just to perform this farce, didn’t you?”

His breath was shallow now, his strength fading fast. Yet, in that fleeting moment of clarity, Ji Shi finally saw the “truth.”

He was the one who had been deceived all along. From the beginning to the end, every step, every decision, had been guided by strings he hadn’t even noticed.

I was the fool. The puppet on the stage.

A wave of profound sadness swept over him. He had once dared to provoke Bai Lian, the clever, ruthless, and courageous Immortal Emperor.

What a joke.

“Ha… ha ha…”

As his laughter echoed through the desolate air, Ji Shi’s body began to dissolve. His soul broke apart into countless shimmering specks of light, scattering like stars fading into the night.

And in that instant, Ji Shi was no more.

“Wait!”

Bai Lian instinctively extended her hand, her voice filled with urgency. But it was too late. Ji Shi had already dissipated, his essence gone with the wind.

She stood there, her outstretched hand trembling. Only then did the realization begin to sink in. Only then did she start to piece together the events that had unfolded.

Far in the distance, hidden behind the jagged rocks, a young disciple of Wuheng Snow Valley watched intently. Her gaze, filled with awe and terror, was fixed on Bai Lian.

She had heard countless tales of Bai Lian’s unmatched power, whispered in hushed tones and embellished with each retelling. But seeing it with her own eyes was something entirely different.

“So this…” she murmured, her voice trembling with disbelief, “this is what they call the power of the White Emperor.”