roccoschili Chapter 146 Forbidden Technique Array (Part 1)
Chapter 146 Forbidden Technique Array (Part 1)
"Xiao Yu!" Fan Qingyin cried out, spitting out blood as she clutched her chest and knelt down.
Jiang Ren was terrified and rushed forward to support him, "Qingyin!"
"Father! Something's happened to Xiaoyu." Fan Qingyin looked at Jiang Ren, his face filled with endless panic. He used a forbidden technique to forcefully imprint Jiang Yu's life force into his heart, and he could clearly sense Jiang Yu's dying state at this moment.
"What happened to Xiaoyu? Is she in danger?" Jiang Ren was also shocked when he heard this.
It wasn't just danger; Xiao Yu was dying. A profound grief welled up in Fan Qingyin's heart. His Xiao Yu was so young, so kind, she had never hurt anyone. Why wouldn't these people let her go? Why did they want to kill her?
He knelt on the ground, emanating a chilling aura, even wisps of white steam rising from his body. One of his hands was on the ground, and slowly, ice flowers began to condense around him.
"Heh..." Overwhelmed with grief, Fan Qingyin actually chuckled softly. They were all guilty. The emperor was guilty; he was cleaning up the royal court and rectifying the regime, and he shouldn't have sacrificed Xiaoyu. Lady Tini and Ren Kecheng were guilty; they were wicked, narrow-minded, and despicable, and they shouldn't have schemed against and harmed Xiaoyu. Jiang Ren was guilty, Lin Yi was guilty, and he himself was guilty; they had missed every opportunity to save Xiaoyu, all for laughable family interests and to avoid arousing the emperor's suspicion.
Everyone should die, except for Xiaoyu. Why was it Xiaoyu who ultimately paid with her life? It's unfair, unfair! Unfair!
It's alright, Xiao Yu will be fine. It's just a life, he'll give it to him. He's the most talented member of the Fan family this generation. He's inherited almost all of the family's traditions. What his ancestors could do a hundred years ago, he can do too.
It's alright, he'll seek justice for himself. He's Xiaoyu's husband, and he'll get back everything his wife has suffered for all the injustices and pain she's endured.
Fan Qingyin supported herself as she stood up and looked at Madam Tini and Ren Kecheng, who were slowly waking up not far away. Jiang Yu's life force had been drained away, but theirs had been restored.
He saw them surrounded by cheering crowds celebrating their awakening, but where was his little fish? In the pirates' lair? In the gloomy cabin? Or in the icy sea?
They're celebrating way too soon.
The holy messenger was like a messenger returned from hell. He did not hesitate for long, because it was Xiaoyu who was being delayed. Every second he delayed meant that Xiaoyu would have to endure another second of torment. If he dragged it out until Xiaoyu's life was completely gone, then even if he sacrificed the lives of the entire royal city, it would be of no use.
Those nearby gasped in surprise, for the divine messenger's silvery-white hair visibly began to turn red. Just moments before, only the tips of his hair were pink, but now it was slowly climbing upwards from the ends to a blood-red hue.
Lady Tinie had just awoke from her coma, still feeling dizzy, when the servants informed her that Zhong Qin had been turned into potting soil to nourish her backyard. She was horrified; her first reaction wasn't grief for Zhong Qin's death, but rather to wonder if the Emperor knew of her infidelity and would hold her responsible.
He was just a beautiful but lowly servant girl; let's pin all the blame on him. He's already dead, so a few more charges won't matter.
And that damned envoy from the Aurora Empire who caused her to fall into a coma—watch how she punishes him! She dared to kill even his wife, a noble lord; why would she fear a mere envoy from a foreign land?
As the heartless Mrs. Tiny pondered how to respond, she noticed that everyone around her had fallen silent and quietly retreated.
She sat in her chair and slowly looked up, only to find that the person she had just planned to punish had already walked up to her. The divine messenger named Fan Qingyin seemed to have become a different person; his blood-red eyes were fixed on her, like a demon crawling up from hell, wanting to take her life.
"You..." Mrs. Tinie had only managed to utter one word when it was as if she had been choked and lifted up by an invisible hand gripping her neck.
"You almost succeeded. Thanks to you, my wife is now on the verge of death. Are you happy?" Fan Qingyin's smile was cruel. If Jiang Yu were here, she would be shocked. Her Qingyin was usually gentle and peaceful.
"You... let go... cough cough... how dare you...!" Lady Tinie cried out in anguish, only to find, to her dismay, that no one was there to help her. She searched frantically, and was horrified to discover that none of her trusted servants were left.
"What could I possibly dare to do? Was it to borrow your life force to protect my wife's safety, or was it to sacrifice your life to save my wife's life?" Fan Qingyin asked, puzzled. "You should be glad that your filthy life can still be of use to me."
"The Emperor... will not let you go..." Lady Tinie felt like she was suffocating. She tried desperately to break free, but she was powerless against this strange power.
“Oh, I thought the Emperor would be the one to thank me the most.” Fan Qingyin stopped smiling and stared at Lady Tini, saying, “I don’t have the time or the obligation to make you understand everything before you face despair and death. My wife is still waiting for me to save her life.”
He bit his fingertip and drew a simple magic circle in mid-air with his blood. If no one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that such a terrifying forbidden magic circle was almost identical to the simplest everyday magic circle.
"Let's begin," Fan Qingyin said casually.
The magic circle began to spin like a roulette wheel. As complex incantations were uttered from Fan Qingyin's mouth, countless light blades shot out from the magic circle, slicing through Lady Tiny's body like fish slices.
Each blade of light would tear off a piece of flesh and blood, every drop of blood would be squeezed out and absorbed into the magic circle, while the flesh would fall to the ground and turn into charcoal.
Lady Tinie let out a horrifying and pitiful scream, and everyone in the hall was stunned by the cruel and bloody scene. The messenger of the gods was still standing tall and elegant as before, but he was more terrifying than Satan.
Some people tried to step forward to stop them, but found that they could not get close at all. It was as if an invisible barrier had been erected around the magic circle, keeping Lady Tini and Fan Qingyin inside.
As Mrs. Tiny quickly turned into a bloody mess and her screams gradually faded, Fan Qingyin felt Jiang Yu's life force slowly recovering in her heart, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He muttered to himself, "Too slow." His eyes swept over the horrified crowd and quickly locked onto Ren Kecheng, who was being protected by her family and trying to sneak out through the side door.
"You don't think I've forgotten you, do you?"