One of her eyes was a hollow, bleeding socket, a terrifying sight.
The other remaining eye was filled with sheer terror.
"You—don't come any closer—"
It was too horrifying.
Song Wanníng was a lunatic!
She was a complete lunatic!
"Not being obedient, huh…"
Song Wanníng flicked her fingers, and with Ye Chuxue's horrified gaze fixed on her, she slowly reached out her hand.
With a sudden force, she gouged out Ye Chuxue's second eyeball.
"Ah—!"
Ye Chuxue screamed in agony again, her piercing cries loud enough to hurt Song Wanníng's eardrums.
Frowning slightly, Song Wanníng moved her foot away, and the next moment Ye Chuxue writhed in pain, rolling wildly on the ground.
The frantic and miserable scene was a sharp contrast to the composed woman Ye Chuxue had once been.
Watching her spiral into madness, Song Wanníng felt a deep satisfaction. The torment of her past life was meant for them to taste fully.
Even now, she remembered Ye Chuxue's scornful eyes, as if she were nothing but garbage.
Now, those hateful eyeballs were finally gone.
A flicker of madness flashed in Song Wanníng's eyes. Suddenly, she bent down and grabbed Ye Chuxue by the hair, forcing her to lift her head and meet her gaze.
The eyeball in her hand was quickly shoved hard into Ye Chuxue's mouth.
"Ugh—ugh—"
Ye Chuxue immediately gagged, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably.
"Hahaha—
Ha ha ha—"
Song Wanníng laughed out loud, the arrogance on her face perfectly matching that of a wicked villain who had finally risen.
But what did it matter?
She was wicked, she was a lunatic—who could stop her?
"Hahaha—"
Song Wanníng laughed again, seeming to pour out all the suppressed pain and frustration locked inside her.
Bai Yang was finally dead, and Ye Chuxue had been temporarily crippled by her.
The heavy weight pressing on her heart finally lifted.
Suddenly, Song Wanníng raised her head. A fierce light burst from her eyes, blindingly bright.
The Heavenly Dao was not so terrifying after all.
…
Ye Chuxue's screams gradually grew faint.
Until she stopped moving altogether.
"Tch. This woman fainted from the pain!"
A golden little sword jumped out, looking at Ye Chuxue with disgust, as if it wanted nothing more than to slash her to pieces.
"Big Sister, where should we take her? We can't kill her…"
Nor could they carry her around forever.
If they brought her back, the level of Heavenly Dao protection would definitely cause trouble.
Thinking this through, Ye Chuxue was too hot to handle—neither keeping nor discarding her was an option.
"Just leave her here."
Song Wanníng's expression turned cold. The tension in her heart had dissipated, and she looked much calmer.
The golden little sword stared at her for a few seconds before realizing something.
"Big sister, you're more like the Song Wanníng I remember."
Like the reckless, proud Song Wanníng from before.
Not the vicious, sharp-edged one she had been.
Song Wanníng paused, then smiled.
She reached out and gently touched the golden little sword, her expression softening.
"Ye Chuxue will get better in time. No need to rush. Let's focus on our own affairs first."
Better to improve themselves than waste time.
Even if Ye Chuxue recovered, she would only knock her down again.
She would never let her rise again, always keeping her beneath her feet.
"Yes, what matters most now is the Dragon Vein. These people are not worth our time!"
The golden little sword nodded.
Once the Dragon Vein was awakened, the future of the Song family would change completely. The master's destiny would be limitless.
Even the Heavenly Dao would have to reconsider.
After deciding, Song Wanníng stepped forward and took Ye Chuxue's storage ring.
She no longer needed to hide her actions in the black market; she wiped Ye Chuxue's Primordial Soul imprint openly.
All the treasures and collected herbs in the storage ring went straight into Song Wanníng's pocket.
Then she glanced at the lingering shadow stone, a cold smile flashing in her eyes.
Ye Chuxue had learned to be smart this time, but how could she let anyone else have the chance to tarnish her reputation?
She crushed the shadow stone with a squeeze of her palm, turning it into ashes that scattered in the wind.
A breeze lifted Song Wanníng's hair as she spun around elegantly and walked away without hesitation.
She didn't look back at Ye Chuxue even once.
…
Inside the training room, Song Wanníng watched her clone moving decisively, a complex expression crossing her face.
Though their Primordial Souls were connected, and every action was controlled by her original body, looking at the clone still gave her the strange feeling of twin sisters.
This feeling was strange yet comforting.
It was as if no matter how dangerous or secretive the matters were, she had someone to share and accompany her.
She was not just a clone; she was like her closest confidant.
Song Wanníng withdrew her gaze and took out the soul lantern from her storage ring.
Bai Yang's soul lantern had already extinguished.
The person she had hated for two lifetimes had finally fallen.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes. She cursed herself for not ending Bai Yang's life sooner.
Only Gu Qingyuan and Ye Chuxue remained. These two...
Song Wanníng narrowed her eyes.
One by one, she would make sure none escaped.
Putting away her thoughts, she turned to the book in her hands, a faint sorrow in her eyes.
Even now, she still hadn't discovered the method to awaken the Dragon Vein.
But she would never give up and soon threw herself back into research with her full focus.
…
In the beast tribe's forbidden land, Gu Qingyuan was dragged by a great demon to an altar, ready to be sacrificed.
Suddenly, a streak of Dao cloud descended from the sky and landed on Gu Qingyuan.
The great demon was shocked and hurriedly examined him but found nothing unusual.
"What was that just now?"
The demon muttered for a while but decided to sacrifice Gu Qingyuan first.
Once the sacrifice was complete, the mountain god of the beast tribe would appear to grant Dao essence. With the Dao essence, the demon could cross the tribulation and ascend.
This was its only chance to ascend.
Soon, Gu Qingyuan was placed on the altar. A blood-red light shone on him, followed by strange sounds.
The great demon solemnly recited a vow, then seized the moment to make its own wish. But the smile quickly vanished from its face because Gu Qingyuan somehow woke up.
The seals around the altar shattered, and all the energy was absorbed by him. His wounds healed instantly. From severely injured and unconscious, he transformed into a rosy-cheeked man with steady breath in just a few moments.
The great demon gaped in shock.
Before it could understand what happened, Gu Qingyuan burst out, launching an attack.
After just a few exchanges, the great demon became a soul lost under his sword.
Gu Qingyuan stood up, killing intent blazing in his eyes.
He took out the great demon's inner core and rushed out of the cave.
Chu Xue had been gone for a long time without returning. He had to find her. Nothing could go wrong!