The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

It was late at night and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, its silvery moonlight filtering through the broken roof of the dilapidated temple.

The few remaining candles swayed in the wind, emitting a dim and weak light.

The face of the Buddha statue, which is covered with dust and has an antique bronze color, is reflected in an uncertain light.

Just like the mood of the man who sits with his back against the front wall of the square platform where the Buddha statue is placed, it changes constantly.

Die Qianchou's breathing was steady and his injuries had almost healed, but he didn't feel any joy at surviving the disaster. All he felt... was the humiliation of being a prisoner!

He reached out and touched the scar that almost ran through his entire face, and slowly exhaled.

As long as you can become stronger, what does a little dignity matter?

Die Qianchou comforted himself in this way.

Then he shifted his gaze.

Looking at Yan Chichun who was leaning against the rotten door frame, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed.

"Although I don't know how you learned the soul-splitting and soul-snatching technique of Yama Hall, I have nothing to say about your decline."

Die Qianchou sighed softly, finally accepted the fact, and said calmly:

"What do you want me to do, kill someone, or steal the treasure?"

Now, out of his three souls and seven spirits, only one soul and four spirits remain, and the missing ones have been extracted by Yan Chichun.

In order to better control him, Yan Chichun resorted to heaven-defying methods, using talismans to refine souls and killing animals to cast them.

He copied a soul identical to the original one and merged it with him again.

Connected with hinges to make up for the gaps.

In other words, from now on, as long as Di Qianchou shows any signs or psychology of resistance.

Yan Chichun would ruthlessly detonate the fake soul, thereby erasing its sanity.

It turned Di Qianchou into a soulless walking corpse, and his soul was scattered and he died!

"It's not yet time."

Yan Chichun's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The quiet moonlight shone on her flawless face, giving it a porcelain-like luster as warm as cold jade.

Yan Chichun casually raised her eyelids, her eyes indifferent, and looked at Die Qianchou with the same look as before, as if the latter was just a chess piece that she could discard at will.

Actually.

Yan Chichun indeed thought so.

"However, I want to know the purpose of your appearance in Liuyun Township."

Yan Chichun calmly raised two fingers.

Tick ​​lightly.

Die Qianchou's expression suddenly became painful, as if tens of thousands of silver needles were piercing his nerves all the time, involving his entire body and causing extreme torture.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for a short while.

"You've seen it too. Now I can easily wipe you out with just a flick of my finger, so..."

Yan Chichun smiled contemptuously. She walked calmly to Die Qianchou, who was kneeling on the ground with his clothes soaked with cold sweat. With a condescending attitude, she said coldly:

"I just want to hear the facts."

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, Di Qianchou's face was pale and he was gasping for breath. At this point he finally understood what it meant to be a dumb person eating bitter herbs - to have pain that cannot be expressed in words.

Like a pervert, he started torturing people without even asking any questions, and he had no intention of lying about this!

As for...

As the saying goes, the pain suffered by the soul is far worse than that suffered by the body.

Today, I truly experienced the feeling of being depressed.

"We..." Die Qianchou shook his head, stood up again, and said with a headache:

"They are planning to kidnap Princess Yongning and use her to threaten the current ruler in exchange for dragon energy."

In order to prevent the madman Yan Chichun from executing him again, Di Qianchou picked out the key points and made a long story short.

"The fact that the Great Dragon Dynasty is named after it is a 'dragon' signifies the preciousness of this object to the dynasty."

Yan Chichun frowned and said, "Let's not talk about whether you can take Princess Yongning away from under Ying Yucheng's nose. Even if you succeed in taking her away, the old emperor may not agree to your conditions."

"Or... have you made preparations for both scenarios?"

It should be noted that the dragon energy of a dynasty is linked to the dynasty's national destiny.

She is just a princess, and she can be re-established if she is gone, but if the dragon spirit is gone, the Great Dragon Dynasty will surely follow in the footsteps of the Ancient Hua Dynasty, and will decline from prosperity, and will eventually perish!

According to existing historical records.

The Guhua Dynasty brought its own destruction upon itself, wasting the nation's fortunes, bringing about natural disasters and monsters, and causing frequent chaos.

At that time, the people were grieving and tried their best to mend the fences, but it was all in vain. Corpses were scattered all over the ground and the whole country was in mourning.

Fortunately, the king realized his mistake and returned to the right path. He knelt down and traveled to the ancient plain, making a pilgrimage with every step, praying to the heavens.

His sincerity moved even the saints.

Later, the king returned with the saint, paying the price of a century of foundation and even his life.

This put an end to everything.

As for why the Ji clan and not the Yue clan became the masters later, even Yan Chichun, who was reborn, had no way of knowing. Anyway, she didn't care about the mess in the royal family. As long as they didn't get in the way, everyone would be safe.

Otherwise, what's the harm in destroying a country?

"That's a bad word."

Die Qianchou rubbed his chest, still feeling the lingering fear of what had just happened, and tentatively asked:

"Do you know the true identity of Princess Yongning?"

"I mean, the real identity!"

Yan Chichun was calm and composed, just staring straight at Die Qianchou. The look in his eyes was not harsh, but it was definitely not friendly either.

There was silence for a moment.

In just a few breaths, an intriguing smile appeared on Yan Chichun's lips.

"It seems you haven't realized your current situation yet."

"I......"

I was so sad that I was speechless.

At this moment, he really wanted to slap himself twice. He should just answer whatever people asked him.

Why are you showing off here?

Soon, the soul-tearing pain came again.

Die Qianchou closed his eyes in despair.

This time, he still didn't make a big fuss.

Until about an incense stick later.

Hearing Yan Chichun murmur, "You are quite stubborn and adding fuel to the fire," Di Qianchou finally couldn't bear the torment anymore, closed his eyes, and fainted completely.

It’s not that Die Qianchou didn’t want to beg for mercy, but his limbs were numb from the pain.

I don't even have the strength to move my lips, let alone utter a complete sentence.

He was tortured to death by Yan Chichun and fainted.

But after a while, he was tortured and woke up again...

"I'm sorry, I got too carried away."

Die Qianchou was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. He opened his eyes, as dull as a dead fish, and stared blankly at the moonlight through the broken roof.

At this moment, Di Qianchou couldn't help but begin to question whether the decision he had made was correct. He believed that he had experienced death himself and was no longer afraid of anything.

But the pain that came from the soul made Di Qianchou feel it again.

In fact, death doesn’t seem to be that scary.

It’s better to think about it on the bright side. Although the pain comes quickly, it goes away slowly!

Well, forget it...

"If you plan to continue lying there like this, I don't mind letting you have a peaceful sleep without waking up again."

Yan Chichun used his fingertips to gently stroke the swallowtail butterfly that fluttered and landed on his knuckles.

Then blow gently.

The startled swallowtail butterfly immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

throughout the process.

Yan Chichun didn't even glance at Du Qianchou.

This also happens to show that in the eyes of this former giant of the magic world, Die Qianchou is not even as important as a humble insect.

As light as a feather, insignificant.

With just a snap of the fingers... you can easily kill it.