Who Is He Yuan? Come Forth and Die! 

“This is your doing!”

Mu Yanli had cornered him ruthlessly. Li Min finally flipped the table.

Even He Ange couldn’t help but frown, his gaze wary as he fixed the white-haired witch.

On the surface, Mu Yanli had come to back him up, yet her ruthless, aggressive methods left him feeling used.

She was making enemies under his name.

Moreover, with her overwhelming forces today, who knew if she’d turn on him next after eliminating Li Min?

If Li Min died, Mu Yanli could pin it on He Ange. If He Ange died too, she might even blame the Ghost Control Sect…

This wasn’t paranoia but hard-earned caution from a victim.

He Ange hesitated.

He’d planned to retreat, but Mu Yanli was acting in his name. If he fled now, rumors could spiral out of control.

Yet if he stayed, and Mu Yanli killed Li Min only to trap him afterward, escape would be impossible.

“It’s her again…”

As He Ange wavered, the silver-haired fairy beside him bit her lip, her Phoenix eyes darkening.

An Luo Yi’s emotions were tangled.

Mu Yanli kept calling He Ange “my fiancé” right before her—what did they look like, a couple?

Worse, she kept glancing at An Luo Yi, smirking provocatively, as if emphasizing “fiancé” to dance on her nerves.

In the past, Mu Yanli’s antics would’ve ignited a fight.

But this time, An Luo Yi could only endure.

Mu Yanli had numbers on her side, and she’d come as an ally. With Li Min as a common enemy, An Luo Yi couldn’t let personal feelings spark internal conflict.

My husband doesn’t need your protection!

The more An Luo Yi thought, the more frustrated she became.

Her fight with Li Min wasn’t over. If not for He Ange holding her back, she’d have exhausted herself to peel Li Min’s skin off, no matter the cost.

But An Luo Yi had to admit—had He Ange not stopped her, and Mu Yanli not arrived in time, continuing to clash with Li Min would’ve further drained her body and origin.

Since Mu Yanli took over combat, An Luo Yi felt an overwhelming fatigue creeping back.

Disengaged now, her body felt impossibly heavy. Even her breasts seemed like burdens… She hadn’t realized how much qi she’d squandered in her frenzy against Li Min.

No wonder He Ange had been so urgent, prioritizing her escape.

“Luo Yi, rest a while.”

At the critical moment, He Ange’s arm circled her waist, steadying the wavering fairy who insisted on fighting.

Youthful arrogance was every Chosen One’s flaw.

Fortunately, Mu Yanli’s arrival prevented An Luo Yi from collapsing again like last time—bedridden for seven days.

“Ange…”

The hand on her waist radiated warmth, pulling her into a gentle embrace. More fatigue swept over her.

She sighed, leaning into He Ange’s chest.

Yet guilt pricked her:

“Am I… less useful than Mu Yanli…?”

This was her raw, unfiltered feeling.

Mu Yanli was a lifelong shadow for He Ange—and for her too.

She’d been ensnared by Mu Yanli, firsthand witness to her terrifying power…

As a Chosen One, when had she ever been bested by a peer?

By elders, yes—she could accept that. With more cultivation time, she’d surpass them eventually.

But Mu Yanli was her generation.

Same age, yet higher cultivation, deeper connections, greater influence…

The gap was glaring now.

An Luo Yi struck first but had no chance. Mu Yanli descended from the heavens like a savior, crushing Li Min effortlessly.

The verdict was clear.

“If you truly think that, you’re playing into her hands.”

He Ange smiled faintly, squeezing her soft waist.

He wouldn’t feed An Luo Yi Mu Yanli’s manipulations. A Chosen One had her pride. A word of encouragement was enough—An Luo Yi understood the rest. Over-concern would dull her edge.

…

“Heh, hypocrite…”

Not far away, Mu Yanli, who was hunting Li Min, glanced back at the intimate couple. She bit her silver teeth, coldly snorting—a strange flicker crossing her face.

For some reason, despite this being her scheme, Mu Yanli felt like a pawn.

She was fighting while He Ange and An Luo Yi flirted behind her?

Tch…

It left a bitter taste.

Seeing He Ange so tender only deepened her imbalance.

Back in the northern border, he’d secretly plotted while playing the hero saving An Luo Yi. Everyone was his pawn—including Mu Yanli, whom he’d retaliated against that night.

Mu Yanli had seen He Ange’s darkness.

This man wasn’t as pure as An Luo Yi imagined…

An Luo Yi was just a fool deceived by his tenderness.

Why did seeing An Luo Yi so happy make Mu Yanli repeatedly hypnotize herself?

She tried to suppress thoughts she refused to see, beliefs she wouldn’t accept. People only saw what they wanted to see.

She saw the world as dark, a jungle where the strong devoured the weak. No matter what others said, she found it fake and pretentious.

And Mu Yanli had experienced it firsthand.

Long ago, in the northern ice realm’s secret space, she’d lived alongside He Ange. Snowbound, they’d relied on each other. He’d treated her kindly, caring for this stranger as an injured comrade…

Yet in the end, Mu Yanli had stabbed him in the back.

Back then, hunted by the Moon Sect, she’d been poorer than now. Both immortal and demonic paths wanted her dead. Survival meant abandoning conscience and humanity.

Now, Mu Yanli stood at the pinnacle. He Ange was her equal. She was forced to confront reality—and the humanity she’d cast away.

But Mu Yanli didn’t want to face it!

She’d chosen to be a flawless egoist.

Convinced she was always right, she told herself those she killed were weak, waste destined for eliminated by natural selection.

Mu Yanli’s path was meant to stay in shadows.

Yet every cultivator she met was rotten. Each murder, each rise in power, reinforced her worldview.

She should’ve sailed smoothly.

Then came He Ange—a freak who shattered her philosophy.

He Ange was supposed to be a kind-hearted fool “survival of the fittest” by her jungle law. Yet he thrived, better than her. Women flocked to him, happy and content. He possessed the very “emotions” and “happiness” Mu Yanli had sacrificed for strength!

Why?

He Ange was once just a pure, blushing virgin swayed by any woman’s tears…

It’s all fake. True feelings can’t exist. He only covets An Luo Yi’s beauty and fate. She’s just a fool deceived by his lies… I’m right. If I trust his tenderness, I’m blinded by his surface.

I betrayed him. He hates me. This is his revenge. I can’t falter. I must grow stronger, or he’ll strike when I’m weak. I won’t be robbed like last time…

“Damn it! Li Min! This is your fault!!!”

The more she thought, the more chaotic her mind became. Mu Yanli let out a low roar.

The witch’s cold eyes burned crimson. She raised her hand, summoning a vast blood abyss. Behind her, ancient godly phantoms materialized. Her white-to-red hair whipped wildly, endless blood dyeing the entire sky.

With the Moon Origin stolen from Xia Zhiyue, Mu Yanli’s cultivation nearly touched the Void God Realm.

Only a Blood Origin remained…

She couldn’t afford to unravel now!

“Old fart! Even Yama’s here! Die where you stand!”

Mu Yanli’s figure eclipsed the sun, a death god on the battlefield, coldly delivering Li Min’s death sentence.

She funneled all her dissatisfaction and guilt toward He Ange into rage, unleashing it all upon Li Min.

Meanwhile, Li Min, frozen under Mu Yanli’s terrifying judgment, broke out in a cold sweat.

This is agony!

Ever since Li Min declared war, it had been Mu Yanli and her Blood Refining Sect protectors ganging up on him.

When had he provoked her? An innocent victim, yet here he was, furious while the scheming witch lost her cool first?

“No choice…”

“Only one move left…”

Seeing Mu Yanli and her guards about to unleash their full power, Li Min grit his teeth, discarding all thoughts of survival.

At this point, dying in a futile battle was pointless.

He might need to sacrifice his soul.

“Master, your devout disciple is forced to trouble you today…”

Li Min murmured like a final farewell, sighing deeply.

He bit his thumb, smearing dark-red blood across his face, painting a sinister ghostly curse mark.

Infinite yin energy seeped from the earth, withering the ground within meters.

“Saintess Mu, be careful! This elder’s foundation runs deep! He might use the Ghost Control Sect’s unique Spirit Possession Art!”

Several Blood Refining Sect protectors shouted warnings.

Though Void God Realm themselves, they hadn’t lived millennia like Li Min. As fellow demonic cultivators, they knew cornering one could lead to anything—self-destruction or soul sacrifice for a final, world-ending blow.

But Mu Yanli, steeped in bloodlust, was beyond reasoning.

“Old man, die!”

The white-haired witch swooped down, a blood-soaked greatsword like a mountain cleaver, aimed straight at Li Min’s head.

On the other side, Li Min’s forbidden art was complete.

He looked up, a wild grin twisting his lips. His aged eyes burned like ghostly flames, meeting Mu Yanli’s blood sword head-on—

Immolation Ghost Emperor—Summon!!!

With the incantation, his blood-cursed face shone with eerie light.

Next, Li Min’s body rapidly expanded. Muscles bloated like rotting tumors, tearing his black robes apart. Corpse-flesh roared as it erupted from the earth.

WHAM—!!

Mu Yanli’s blood sword sliced cleanly through Li Min’s erupting form.

She bisected him at the waist, blood and flesh spraying!

Yet even so, the Ghost Emperor descended upon Li Min. In an instant, infinite flesh and sinew knit the severed halves back together.

Now towering tens of meters tall, Li Min’s body was no longer nauseating tumors but covered in pitch-black, hardened muscle like ghostly armor. Dreadful and majestic, the mere sight struck primal fear.

“Hahahahaha—!!!”

“Tell that bitch Empress! The Underworld’s Nightmare has returned—!!!”

His crazed laugh dripped with contempt and hatred. The towering giant rose, his single ghost eye a blood-red moon, gazing down upon all with indifference.

Where he stood, the entire domain for a hundred miles was tainted with yin energy. Azure skies and white clouds painted into a netherworld. Green grass rotted in circles, giving way to eerie, death-black vegetation.

Night fell. Silver souls drifted like a graveyard. Deep-buried ancient spirits howled in celebration.

“No! The Ghost Emperor’s birth!”

“Saintess, retreat—quickly!!!”

Seeing the giant take form, Blood Refining Sect protectors swarmed Mu Yanli.

Their movement was fatal.

The blood-red moon eye fixed on the ants below.

The Ghost Emperor let out a cold chuckle.

He lifted his foot, about to crush the tiny white-haired witch.

BANG—!!!

Another colossal explosion ripped through the barrier!

Before the giant could react—

“Azure Dragon Clan assassins erupted from the sky, their cultivation surging!

A galaxy-like sword pierced the Ghost Emperor’s skull—

“Get lost, you old ghost!”

“Who is He Yuan?! Come forth and die!”

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