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What Did You Feed Lady Luo Yi, He Yuan?
“He Yuan!!!”
“What did you feed Lady Luo Yi?!”
Ye Qingchuan knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with rage. Even though he was suppressed by dragon might and couldn’t stand, he was still furious, wanting to get up and kill He Ange.
But He Ange remained unfazed.
He snapped his fingers, and at the same time, crushed the last sword pill gifted by Dongfang Zhou between his fingertips.
In the next instant, the peak Void Refinement-level sword intent burst forth like a laser cannon, piercing through Ye Qingchuan’s chest—decapitating him with a single strike!
Previously suppressed by An Luo Yi, He Ange’s sudden attack caught Ye Qingchuan off guard, leaving him defenseless.
But so what?
Ye Qingchuan was the one who attacked first.
He Ange was merely returning the favor.
Bathed in the astonishing power of the sword intent, the wind howled as An Luo Yi’s silver hair fluttered. She buried her face in He Ange’s chest, her heart pounding with shock.
Meanwhile, He Ange turned to look at the white-haired demon lord nearby.
The latter chuckled coldly, knowing exactly what to do. With a wave of his hand, he used immense force to pin Ye Qingchuan—wounded by the sword intent—to the ground, forcing him to kneel.
Suppression, lethal strike, suppression again...
The three of them coordinated seamlessly.
Ye Qingchuan had barely escaped the sword intent, coughing up blood, only to be immediately subdued by Dongfang Zhou.
He wanted to resist, but Dongfang Zhou—a Void God-level demon lord—was far beyond his reach. As the master of Ten Thousand Demons Sect, Dongfang Zhou’s strength and resources far surpassed Ye Qingchuan’s dire situation.
Ye Qingchuan wasn’t without trump cards or strength.
But earlier, when besieged by Mu Yanli and other powerful foes, he had already burned a drop of essence blood to activate the True Dragon Imperial Artifact just to survive.
Now facing someone as formidable as Dongfang Zhou again, Ye Qingchuan was truly outmatched.
“Bastard!!”
“Dongfang Zhou! You’re the leader of Ten Thousand Demons Sect, yet you collude with cultists!”
“If Her Majesty finds out about this, you’ll all die!”
Kneeling on the ground, Ye Qingchuan gritted his teeth in anger, eyes wide with fury.
Dongfang Zhou stood with arms crossed, uninterested in responding to such nonsense.
Meanwhile,
He Ange released the maiden in his arms. Under Ye Qingchuan’s heated gaze, he took An Luo Yi’s delicate hand—interlocking their fingers.
“Luo Yi, who is he to you? Why does he harbor such deep hatred for me upon our first meeting?”
A subtle smile played on his lips—filled with meaning.
In that moment,
Ye Qingchuan recalled the night he had been alone with An Luo Yi by the pond—the man who called himself He Changsheng had looked at him just like this!
Could it be...
He Yuan had been toying with him from the start—not only that but also using An Luo Yi to gain Ye Qingchuan’s trust—exploiting his admiration for her to extract Dragon Dynasty’s confidential information!
And as despair filled Ye Qingchuan’s heart,
The silver-haired maiden coldly regarded him—speaking with disdain:
“Husband, I don’t know him at all. We have nothing to do with each other!”
Her brows arched; her nose wrinkled slightly. Her exquisite face was filled with contempt—her blue eyes full of disgust and distance.
It was as if being entangled with someone like Ye Qingchuan was the greatest stain on her life as a woman. An Luo Yi desperately wanted to sever any ties with him in front of He Ange.
In that moment,
Ye Qingchuan knelt on the ground—feeling as if dozens of knives were stabbing into his heart—leaving him breathless with pain.
He was supposed to be Dragon Dynasty’s righteous guardian—devotedly protecting An Luo Yi from the shadows!
But in the end...
This was how it turned out?
In all fairness,
Aside from harboring some thoughts about her—Ye Qingchuan hadn’t done anything disrespectful toward An Luo Yi!
His intentions were genuine—to complete Her Majesty’s mission—to capture traitors—and clear An Luo Yi’s name... These were all acts of sincere goodwill from Ye Qingchuan.
Yet somehow,
The righteous and kind-hearted Destined Heroine now trusted an unknown cultist Holy Son more than him—a righteous immortal guard trying to help her...
“He Yuan—this is all part of your plan, isn’t it?”
“You secretly allied with Li Nanshan—captured An Luo Yi—and used soul cleansing as an excuse—to fabricate false evidence against her...”
“Then you set up today’s trap using Li Zi Jing and Moon Sect—causing countless immortal and demonic cultivators’ deaths—you let Mu Yanli wound An Luo Yi severely... You orchestrated everything behind the scenes—only to swoop in heroically at the end—playing savior while appearing harmless!”
“He Yuan! Am I wrong? This was all your meticulously crafted scheme—a play directed by you!”
Ye Qingchuan suddenly realized—his expression one of clarity mixed with frustration.
But even now,
Despite Ye Qingchuan’s clever deductions revealing the truth,
He Ange remained unfazed. These suspicions would only cause a flicker of doubt and unease in An Luo Yi’s heart.
Yet any hesitation or suspicion she felt could be easily dispelled by He Ange’s gentle touch—holding her hand tightly so she could feel his warmth. Soon enough,
She would dismiss Ye Qingchuan’s lengthy accusations and continue loving He Ange unconditionally.
Women are emotional creatures.
Especially in moments of life-and-death salvation,
An Luo Yi lacked the rationality needed to unravel every detail of this tangled web—even if she calmed down later and reconsidered—it would still be based solely on Ye Qingchuan’s perspective.
As someone directly involved,
How could she obtain such a complete chain of evidence?
In the past,
When He Ange first betrayed her,
An Luo Yi might have believed Ye Qingchuan’s words—questioning He Ange’s identity and true intentions.
But now,
Her body and soul had long since fallen into darkness. She was no longer that righteous Destined Heroine...
Doubting He Ange was an utterly futile endeavor for today’s An Luo Yi.
No rational woman would question someone who repeatedly risked their life to save them from danger based on a stranger’s words alone.
With this thought,
He Ange couldn’t help but smile—shrugging nonchalantly:
“You’re right—all of this was orchestrated by me—I’m the one who framed the Destined Heroine...”
Sighing dramatically,
He released An Luo Yi’s hand unintentionally.
But within seconds,
The silver-haired maiden’s eyes flashed with panic and fear. She hurriedly grabbed onto He Ange’s arm—as if terrified he would abandon her because of Ye Qingchuan’s accusations.
At the same time,
An Luo Yi glared at Ye Qingchuan with intense hatred.
After finally reuniting with He Ange—how could she possibly let go?
Now,
An Luo Yi knew that He Ange was upset because of Ye Qingchuan’s doubts—but those were just baseless claims from him; she hadn’t done anything wrong!
Every time it happened like this—
Ye Qingchuan would spout nonsense—causing He Ange to distance himself from her for no reason!
She was growing increasingly resentful toward Ye Qingchuan.
Fuming with anger—
The silver-haired maiden drew her sword—the killing intent of a True Dragon Warrior radiating skyward—
“Husband.”
“If you doubt my loyalty—I’ll kill him right now!”
Her voice was icy cold—her grip on the sword unwaveringly firm.
In an instant—
Before He Ange could react—the silver-haired maiden transformed into a golden sword light—rushing forward with her blade drawn.
Whoosh!
Silver sword like wind; her face like a painting.
At that moment—
Under everyone’s shocked gazes—
An Luo Yi mercilessly wielded her sword technique—decapitating without hesitation!
The Silver Phoenix Sword slashed across Ye Qingchuan’s chest—leaving a terrifying wound.
Splurt!
Blood sprayed forth—staining her cold and emotionless face while also dyeing her golden dragon robe—a symbol of righteousness—in crimson red.
From this strike onward,
There would be no more Lady Luo Yi among the righteous path.
An Luo Yi had personally killed Her Majesty’s trusted agent sent to protect her.
Just to gain He Ange’s trust—
She had slain an immortal guard claiming to clear her name without any reason or remorse—but somehow felt no sympathy or regret; instead finding satisfaction in killing Ye Qingchuan whom she’d long disliked for approaching her unnecessarily!
Ye Qingchuan deserved death!
Anyone harboring thoughts about her—or attempting proximity—all deserved death!
Anyone who posed a threat to He Ange—or caused him displeasure—also deserved death!
From now on,
An Luo Yi wouldn’t allow such people near herself again—as long as He Ange remained by her side—that was enough; everyone else became obstacles...
If He Ange bore labels like “cultist,” then righteousness itself became evil—and everyone turned into enemies...
“Why...”
His pupils dilated—
Blood flowed endlessly from Ye Qingchuan’s chest as he stared at An Luo Yi’s cold gaze filled with genuine fear and unwillingness...
Why?
Why had this righteous Destined Heroine turned so dark?
Her Majesty had treated her well...
Regarding soul cleansing—
Not only did Her Majesty not blame An Luo Yi but also gifted her True Dragon legacy...
Even when exiled northward—
Her Majesty still worried enough to send Ye Qingchuan secretly protecting...
Ye Qingchuan couldn’t comprehend—
Never imagining dying by An Luo Yi’s hand during this mission!
If he died now—
How could he face generations past among immortal guards beneath nine springs—or fulfill Her Majesty’s entrusted duty...
Ye Qingchuan died unwillingly...
“Ah——!!!
“You forced me into this!”
Clenching dragon teeth tightly—
Ye Qingchuan burned his soul once more—sacrificing life itself for one final act:
True Dragon Drum!
Instantly—
True Dragon divine light soared skyward...
...
...
Amidst clouds above nine heavens—
Leading fellow immortal guards along their path—
White Dragon Saintess noticed distant divine light catching attention...
Yan Ruyu furrowed brows slightly before closing eyes sensing spiritual fluctuations...
Moments later—
She opened azure dragon eyes wide in shock:
“Ye Qingchuan is dead?”
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