Shocking! The female protagonist unlocked her powers by killing people!

"If you beg me to my satisfaction, I'll help you save her, how about it?"

Bai Qingjue looked up at Rong Shu, nodded, and said without the slightest hesitation, "Okay."

Upon hearing the "good," Rong Shu's pupils contracted, and his hand, which wasn't holding the umbrella, clenched into a fist.

Bai Qingjue gently and carefully put Chang Heng down and knelt down in front of Rong Shu.

Faced with this kneeling, Rong Shu unconsciously took a half step back, her red eyes filled with sorrow.

Bai Qingjue knelt before Rong Shu, bowing and kowtowing: "Rong Shu, please save her."

Rong Shu lowered his head, but Bai Qingjue's head was even lower, so they couldn't see each other's expressions.

She could see it just by looking up... but Bai Qingjue simply straightened up slightly and, under Rong Shu's gaze, kowtowed again: "Rong Shu, please save her."

Rong Shu looked at the person in front of her, her eyes so red they looked like they could bleed.

Under the snowy night, one person stood and the other knelt, much like the day they parted ways. Only, before, it was Rong Shu who knelt and begged, and it was Bai Qingjue who resolutely left. But today, Rong Shu was standing, and Bai Qingjue was kneeling.

But Rong Shu wasn't happy; he only felt sad.

I was sad before, and I am sad now.

Rong Shu looked up, and a snowflake landed on the corner of his eye, melting and sliding off.

The umbrella formed from demonic energy fell beside him. Bai Qingjue was startled and was about to look up when a thick black mist pressed down. Bai Qingjue instinctively wanted to resist, but stopped as soon as he raised his hand.

This demonic energy is Rong Shu.

Now, he is no match for the little demon king who is famous throughout the nine realms and eighteen continents.

Bai Qingjue gave up resisting. The moment the black mist attacked, he held Chang Heng in his arms. He had already missed her once. This time, whether she lived or died, he would stay by her side.

The black mist enveloped the two and they disappeared into the snowy night.

...

Several loud bangs rang out. Ling turned around and saw Dongfang Jibai, Bei Qianning, and Bai Jiu lying on the ground. Looking down, she saw Lin Xinze, who was huddled next to her, breathing even out.

Ling Yi clicked his tongue and tossed the little golden tiger to the group: "It's yours now."

The little golden tiger landed on Baijiu, licked its paws, then jumped to the side and grew larger, lying down next to the group to keep them warm and prevent them from turning into popsicles.

Ling Yi placed Lin Xinze next to the little golden tiger, then looked at the dissipating black mist: "And then what?"

"Later..." The black mist surged, and the voice trailed off, "Later..."

"What happened next?" The black mist's voice became agitated. "I don't remember anything."

Why don't you remember?

"Who am I?" The black mist became strange: "Am I Bai Qingjue?"

"No, that's not right!" the black mist cried out in despair, "I am Rong Shu!"

"No, that's not right..." At this moment, the black mist seemed to split apart: "I am Bai Qingjue, Rong Shu is dead, Rong Shu is dead!"

Ling Yi looked at the constantly changing shape of the black mist and leaned closer to the little golden tiger: "What's going on?"

Little Golden Tiger glanced at the black mist: "It's neither Bai Qingjue nor Rong Shu."

"Oh?" Ling Yi raised an eyebrow: "If it's neither Bai Qingjue nor Rong Shu, then what is it?"

"I don't know," Little Golden Tiger muttered, "but it's definitely not a good thing."

"I can see that." Ling Yi sighed and contacted Tian Yan with his divine sense: "This thing went crazy halfway through its explanation. Is there any way to go back and watch it?"

Tianyan: [Don't you have a way to acquire memories?]

Ling Yi: "There is a way, but my method only works for normal people's memories. Do you think it's normal?"

Tianyan: [...Yes, there are, but...]

"That's good enough." Before Tianyan could finish speaking, Lingyi interrupted him: "Come on, show me your divine power and let me see what's going on?"

Tianyan: [...]

Tianyan originally wanted to say that he couldn't take the system for free, but he had said this many times before, and it didn't work.

"Never mind." Tianyan sighed and said, "Ling Yi, lend me your eyes."

Ling Yidao: "Feel free to borrow it."

Tianyan: [...] Could you please not talk about it so casually?

Tianyan calmed his mind, activated his destiny, and drew power from the Mountain and River Mirror to inject into Ling Yi's eye. As the power of the Mountain and River Mirror entered Ling Yi's eye, Ling Yi's originally dark eye turned into a mirror-like silver-white.

The silvery white light reflected off the black mist, and the chaotic memories came back to order. Ling Yi saw the truth from thirty years ago.

...

After the black mist disappeared from the snowfield, it appeared in a land of icy blue.

With two loud thuds, Bai Qingjue and Chang Heng fell out of the black mist.

The black mist stopped not far from them, coalescing into a human shape, but it was not as real as when it appeared on the snowfield; it had form but no substance.

"Cough cough..." Bai Qingjue coughed violently. Rong Shu subconsciously wanted to go over, but took a step forward and then pulled back, his tone cold: "Bai Qingjue, you can't even take care of yourself now, how can you save her?"

Upon hearing his name spoken by Rong Shu, Bai Qingjue's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and calmly said, "Extract my spiritual root to replenish Chang Heng. With this wisp of my soul power, I can help her refine and absorb it, and that will save her."

"Dig out the spiritual root, and use your soul to help..." Rong Shu smiled sarcastically: "For her, you are actually willing to die and have your soul disappear."

“What a pity.” Rong Shu appeared in front of Bai Qingjue, looking down at him: “The real Chang Heng has long since merged with Wu Wangsheng. The person you want to save is just one of the divine descendants chosen by Chang Heng’s remaining power in Wu Wangsheng.”

“When she dies, the divine power will select a suitable bloodline to appear again.” Rong Shu looked at Bai Qingjue: “As time goes by, countless years have passed. Over these years, the divine power belonging to Chang Heng has selected countless suitable bloodlines to be born on this land, to intimidate the beings beneath the earth. They only possess Chang Heng’s power, but they are not Chang Heng. The one in your arms only looks a little like Chang Heng, but she is not the real Chang Heng. So, you are going to sacrifice this bit of your soul power for her?”

“Yes.” Bai Qingjue looked at Rong Shu: “She is not Chang Heng who sacrificed herself to seal the demon. She is Princess Chang Heng of the Beiming Empire. But before I met you and regained my memories, I was just Bai Qingjue, the fiancé of Princess Chang Heng of the Beiming Empire. I respect her, love her, and am willing to give my life for her.”

“How touching…” Rong Shu took two steps back and looked at Bai Qingjue: “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Bai Qingjue nodded: "Yes."

Rong Shu chuckled lightly: "In that case, I will grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Shu raised his hand, and a force flew towards Bai Qingjue, probing into his body and digging out his spiritual root.

The pain of having one's spiritual root extracted from one's body is unimaginable. Bai Qingjue endured it, and coupled with her existing injuries, she immediately vomited blood.

Rong Shu watched, filled with resentment, hating that she couldn't take the pain away from him.