Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Shen Yu sighed. He was slightly relieved to see that Wen Yu's condition was still within a stable range on the data board.

"Never mind, let's deal with this first." Shen Yu closed the red book, then pulled out the medicine box he had hidden under his bed and found a new mask to cover it up.

While floating in the air calculating values, Wen Yu's Yang Qi value had reached eight digits, making her the undisputed number one on the Yang Qi value leaderboard.

Content with its survival, it continued to record data and monitor Wen Yu's current condition.

Wen Yu was still within a controllable range, barely managing to survive by following Shen Yu forward. In just a minute or two, Wen Yu's yang energy value increased by another zero, reaching nine digits.

At the same time, a warning red light flashed on the data panel showing the barely surviving situation.

Eager to survive: "...Huh?"

*

They're all lying to me.

They're all abandoning me.

He's mine... I'm bringing him back, I want to bring him back!

A pool of blood was splattered on the steps, dark red and emitting a foul stench, spreading through the air. Dozens of black-clad figures, each wielding a long sword, stood on either side of the hall, their eyes fixed on the area below the steps, their bodies obscuring the view behind them.

Wen Yu stood at the bottom of the steps. A night had passed, and he was still wearing the black clothes he had worn when he fled the palace. The blood of unknown origin had all mixed into the fabric of his black clothes, seeping in, soaking, and slowly dripping down.

His black hair was draped over both sides of his face. He had already torn off his previous mask, finally revealing the hideous, protruding, and twisted scratches on the right side of his face.

"Senior brother, why are you hiding?" Wen Yu threw down his longsword with one hand. His lips were pale and bloodless, and his tone was raised as if he were in a pleasant mood. "Didn't you want to kill me? Come on, I'm standing right here. Come here."

Wen Yu walked up the steps one by one, his eyes fixed on the front, his face grim as he said, "Kill me, or I will kill you."

The shadows above had already pointed their blades at Wen Yu. Mo Qianyu stood behind layers of guards, gritting his teeth as he pulled out the blade embedded in Wen Yu's shoulder blade. His eyes were hesitant, yet also revealed a hint of murderous intent.

"Wen Lanyu—"

Mo Qianyu shouted angrily, his gaze flashing past Wen Yu from behind.

The Cheng Yuan Mountain disciples who had just been rescued were all behind Wen Yu when Shadow Seventeen betrayed them, holding his sword straight to Senior Sister Ling Yun's throat before the group could react. The Cheng Yuan Mountain disciples were all deathly pale; forced into a corner, they stared ahead in disbelief and apprehension.

"Senior brother, that's not the case... We came out with Lanyu..."

"Is he really Lan Yu? Junior Brother, don't be impulsive, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Wen Yu's direction remained unchanged. He looked straight up and forward, and upon hearing this, he suddenly laughed: "Misunderstanding? No... it's not a misunderstanding."

He had traveled a long and arduous journey, leading the people of Chengyuan Mountain to this place, but Mo Qianyu wanted to kill him the moment she saw him. If Shen Yu hadn't previously informed Wen Yu, Mo Qianyu's sword would likely have severed half of his body.

Outside Kunning Palace lies a perilous place. This is the consequence of Shen Yu's self-sacrifice.

Just how far are these people trying to push him?!

Wen Yu was filled with utter hatred. He looked at Mo Qianyu and said, "Whether I am the Demon Queen or not is up to you to decide, Senior Brother. But I still have to tell you that the blade was poisoned, and you only had one hour. Now... more than half an hour has passed."

Mo Qianyu sneered repeatedly: "I could kill you without any difficulty during this time."

"It's alright." Wen Yu smiled faintly. He didn't move, but his voice was directed at Ying Shiqi. "If I die, everyone from Chengyuan Mountain will die with me. Of course, you will die too."

Wen Yu pinched his fingertip: "We're all fellow disciples, if we can't live together, then being able to die together is not bad. Don't you think so?"

"You!" Mo Qianyu's tone changed drastically. He looked at the disciples of Chengyuan Mountain below, his face even more unsightly. "Wen Lanyu, I gave you a chance to explain! But look at yourself now, how are you any different from the rumors!"

"There's no need for this nonsense." Wen Yu had long since lost his patience. He stomped on a stone blocking his path on the steps and said coldly, "Black Hawk Talisman, will you hand it over or not? Their lives are now in your hands. Shadow Seventeen—"

Upon hearing the order, Shadow Seventeen was about to slit Ling Yun's throat when Mo Qianyu's pupils trembled, and she immediately shouted, "Stop!"

Ying Shiqi continued working without stopping. Seeing this, Mo Qianyu cursed under her breath and threw the Black Eagle Talisman from her sleeve. Wen Yu glanced at it and caught the falling talisman.

"Wen Yu, release them." Mo Qianyu gritted her teeth. "Release them!"

Wen Yu held the Black Eagle Talisman in his palm and fiddled with it for a while. The black eagle carving on it was obvious, and he could not see any trace of forgery.

"What's the rush?" Wen Yu put away the Black Hawk Talisman and said, "I have something I need you to do later."

Mo Qianyu's face was extremely ugly: "What did you say? You want to back out?"

“I will release them, but the poison in your body… I will not easily cure it,” Wen Yu said slowly.

All the shadows in the photo studio had recognized the Black Hawk Talisman as their master. Wen Yu gave them a command, and they all stepped aside.

Wen Yu had once despised Xuan Lin's method of threatening him with hostages, but now he had used the same method and it was surprisingly effective... It was utterly ridiculous.

Wen Yu walked up to Mo Qianyu. Perhaps because too much time had passed, the toxins in Mo Qianyu's wounds had spread and begun to seep into his limbs and bones.

Waves of excruciating pain jolted his nerves, and Mo Qianyu's arm trembled uncontrollably, but his expression remained unchanged: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Wen Yu looked at his expression, and he seemed to be thinking. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Enter the world, destroy Yue."

"...Are you crazy?" Mo Qianyu's eyes showed undisguised shock. Wen Yu had spent most of her time assisting Xuan Lin, and now she wanted to completely overturn everything she had done.

Wen Yu did not answer. He walked straight to the top and stood in front of the leader's throne.

How many more corpses will this already rotten dynasty devour before it is satisfied? Or is it... never satisfied?

Xuan Lin's tyranny grew increasingly terrifying, and the Yue Kingdom suffered a series of defeats in recent years. Slaughter, torture, imprisonment... when will this finally end?

"The shadow of the photography studio is everywhere in both Yue and Sheng. Senior brother, I know you know a lot about Sheng, so I'd like to trouble you... to pass on a message to the King of Sheng for me."

Wen Yu felt a dull ache in his brain. He frowned and felt pain and death emanating from somewhere.

Regardless, Shen Yu must not be among the last pile of corpses in Yue.