Chapter 377
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Chapter 377: Life and Death Together
Shui Qingxuan spoke softly as her delicate finger pointed forward.
Instantly, spiritual energy from the world within a hundred-mile radius surged violently, converging into a roaring river that poured into her slender fingertip within moments.
Her jade-like finger glowed translucent.
A devastating force emerged from thin air, locking onto the fleeing Sage Huo Yun.
As a seventh-level Golden Core stage expert, Huo Yun sensed an unstoppable killing intent targeting his back. One more step, and that annihilating power would obliterate him instantly. Even his cultivation couldn’t withstand it.
This was the Spirit Demon Race’s ultimate technique—the Great Demon Divine Art. Legends claimed that at its peak, a single finger could shatter celestial soldiers and slay immortals, its power beyond description.
“Shui Qingxuan, have you lost your mind? Using the Great Demon Divine Art will kill you too!” Sage Huo Yun spun around, shouting furiously.
Shui Qingxuan smiled. “Can’t you tell I’ve resolved to die? After today, neither Shui Qingxuan nor Sage Huo Yun will remain in this world.”
Huo Yun’s face paled. Regret gnawed at him—why had he listened to Mei Yansheng? He’d come seeking a girl with Demon Race blood, hoping to exploit her secret techniques like the Li Dai Tao Jiang method to create a Nascent Soul stage puppet for his sect’s rewards.
But Huo Yun was no ordinary cultivator. His status in the Xuan Yuan Sect and his talent marked him as destined for greatness, the Nascent Soul stage within grasp, even the Earth Immortal realm possible. Now, because of one demon girl, he faced annihilation. If Mei Yansheng still lived, he’d rip him to shreds.
Though Shui Qingxuan hadn’t fully mastered the Great Demon Divine Art, even a sliver of its power surpassed what a mere seventh-level Golden Core cultivator could resist. As she’d said—today marked the end for them both.
Regret. Rage.
Useless. Her finger now concentrated a hundred miles’ worth of spiritual energy into a needle’s tip, the Spirit Demon Race’s supreme technique condensing annihilation itself.
“Let’s negotiate! Neither of us needs to die!” Huo Yun desperately shouted.
“Negotiate? After this?” Mockery tinged Shui Qingxuan’s voice. “You’d have me believe you’d spare us afterward? Even a Golden Core expert clings to life like a commoner. How fitting.”
“I’ll swear an oath! No revenge, no trouble! I’ll share treasures—spirit stones, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, pills, spiritual weapons, techniques! I’ll even swear brotherhood with Su Hao!”
Shui Qingxuan chuckled. “Oaths only bind those seeking higher realms. Fail your oath, and Mental Demons might block your path to Nascent Soul. But abandon advancement, and what’s an oath worth? Do you think me ignorant?”
Huo Yun stiffened. Few Golden Core cultivators knew this secret. If this woman was “ignorant,” most experts were frogs at the bottom of a well.
“What do you want?” Huo Yun’s voice mixed anger and submission.
A peak Golden Core expert, reduced to humility before a single finger.
“Swear to serve my husband as a slave for a century. Break the oath, and heavenly thunder reduces you to nothingness. Agreed?”
Huo Yun’s face flushed purple with rage. “Insolence! You think this half-baked technique can kill me?”
“Test it, then.” Shui Qingxuan remained calm. “One strike. One chance. Choose wisely.”
Her gaze flickered to Ye Yun and Su Hao nearby. They sat meditating, injuries healing—a sight that drew a gentle smile.
“Why smile?” Huo Yun snarled.
“Should we not face death with grace rather than bitterness?”
Huo Yun inhaled sharply. After a long pause, he growled, “A hundred years is impossible. Ten years—and I swear no revenge, or let heavenly tribulation destroy me.”
Shui Qingxuan blinked. She’d spoken mockingly, never expecting the proud Sage Huo Yun to bargain for servitude.
“Since you’ve agreed to become my husband’s servant, the decision isn’t mine to make. You’ll need his approval,” Shui Qingxuan said gently.
Sage Huo Yun turned to Su Hao with shame in his eyes, face flushed.
Su Hao stared coldly at the sage for a long moment before growling, “Fine. Ten years.”
“Master!”
“Su Hao!”
“Foolish boy!”
Ye Yun, Yan Changchun, and Elder Seven shouted at once.
Murong Wuqing spoke calmly, “Brother Su, I understand your intent, but Madam Su’s Great Demon Divine Art can’t be reversed now. Even if Sage Huo Yun survives today, she won’t live much longer.” He turned to Shui Qingxuan. “Isn’t that true, Madam Su?”
Su Hao froze, eyes snapping to his wife’s face.
Shui Qingxuan smiled. “Wuqing sees clearly. Breaking my seal to regain my cultivation activated the Great Demon Divine Art. There’s no stopping it. I only delayed to let your wounds heal enough to escape its power.”
“What?” Su Hao roared, his mind reeling.
“My earlier sword strike destroyed Tian Shen Peak, killing countless disciples. The Great Demon Divine Art’s power dwarfs that strike a hundredfold. When unleashed, it’ll obliterate everything within fifty miles. Madam Su meant to hold Sage Huo Yun until we fled.” Murong Wuqing’s voice cut like ice.
Su Hao and Ye Yun stared at Shui Qingxuan, who met their gazes with tender resolve.
“Xuan’er!”
“Aunt Xuan!”
“Mother!”
The three surged forward, but Shui Qingxuan’s sleeve flicked out, an invisible barrier halting them.
“Wuqing. Elder Seven. Sect Leader. Take everyone beyond fifty miles. Farewell.” Her calm voice quivered faintly.
“No!” Su Hao thrashed against Elder Seven and Murong Wuqing’s grip. “Let me go!”
A sudden burst of energy erupted from Su Hao. Cold light flashed between his brows, coalescing into a glowing green rune that shot into Ye Yun’s forehead.
“A Life Rune?” Elder Seven bellowed. “Su Hao, what madness is this?”
The rune contained Su Hao’s lifelong cultivation, his secret techniques, and his understanding of heaven’s laws – his entire path of cultivation gifted to Ye Yun. Such a transfer only worked if both shared deep comprehension of cosmic truths. By creating it, Su Hao declared his readiness to die.
Elder Seven and Murong Wuqing released him.
“Ye Yun.” Su Hao smiled sadly. “Care for Ling’er and Yinxue. Your master and I… we go together.” He leapt toward his wife.
Shui Qingxuan caught him with panic-stricken eyes. “Why?”
“We vowed to share life and death.” Su Hao clasped her hand. “Did you think I’d let you face this alone?”
Fear melted into tenderness as she leaned against him. “Leave now,” she told the others, then turned to Sage Huo Yun. “Thank you for witnessing our final vow.”
Her jade finger lifted. Power coalesced, pinning the sage in place as apocalyptic energy gathered.
