In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

In the center of the dilapidated courtyard, two men, one standing and one kneeling, were on the ground.

The man on the ground was sobbing uncontrollably, completely lacking any manly spirit, pleading desperately:

"Don't kill me, I'll never do it again."

"Noisy!"

Just as Xie Ze raised his hand, a "whoosh" sound came from the air.

A poisoned throwing knife pierced the air and shot straight toward Xie Ze's forehead.

Xie Ze reacted quickly, turning around and sending the poisoned weapon piercing through his flowing black hair, embedding it directly into the dilapidated wall.

The man looked toward the hidden weapon and voiced his doubts.

"Hidden weapons of the Demonic Cult?"

A red figure suddenly appeared in the dilapidated room.

He clapped loudly while staring at the people below.

"clap clap"

"Young Master Xie, your skill is truly impressive. You were actually able to dodge my prized hidden weapon?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mo Zilin opened his eyes and saw the witch descending from the sky.

Hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The 'Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult' Anmei looked at the kneeling man, her eyes filled with heartache.

But soon, his gaze shifted to the black-robed man standing not far away. Even with such a handsome face before him, his expression darkened, and his eyes turned cold.

He said sarcastically:

"Young Master Xie, as expected of someone from the Xie family, the drug-making clan of the martial world, you are indeed ruthless. You can be so cruel to innocent people. Young Master Xie, are you sure you don't want to consider becoming a member of the Demonic Sect? Perhaps our boss will even recommend you for a good position, which is much better than you pretending to be disabled and suffering injustice."

Xie Ze observed their subtle expressions with curiosity, raised a thick eyebrow, and became interested, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"The Demonic Sect is nothing more than this, existing in the cracks of the martial world like ants. What's the point?"

"Then you are truly narrow-minded. It is none of your business to criticize our Demonic Sect."

Enraged, the woman drew her sword and aimed it straight at Xie Ze.

The man opposite him didn't care at all, and raised his hand to shoot out a cold needle.

"Witch, beware of his needles."

"!!"

Dark Charm immediately withdrew her sword to block the icy needles that shot straight at her.

"Crackling and crashing"

The needles, blocked by the sword, were like a drizzling, sweeping icy rain, rubbing against the sword and sparking.

Dark Enchantress seemed to sense that the other party wasn't using their full strength to kill her.

Suddenly, Mo Zilin's exclamation reached my ears.

"Xie Ze, what are you doing!"

She looked up and saw a dark shadow looming over her, lunging straight at her.

"Young Master Mo."

She quickly reached out and caught Mo Zilin, who was being thrown at her, preventing him from suffering further injury.

As the woman looked at Mo Zilin's injured state, her nose tingled, and her eyes reddened, just like her bright red clothes—bright and beautiful, yet tender and gentle.

"Young Master Mo, how are you?"

Mo Zilin could certainly sense the strange look in her eyes, and he was slightly taken aback.

But the thought of having his hands and feet crippled filled him with hatred.

Staring at his immobile wrist, he gritted his teeth and said:

"My hands and feet... he actually crippled them! Damn it! I'll never practice martial arts again. What's the point of living like this!"

The woman seemed very distressed, and hugged the man to comfort him.

"No, Young Master Mo, you can't say that, or Anmei will be sad."

Mo Zilin slowly began to suspect that this witch might like him.

But what's the use?

He stared at the man who had thrown him at him with a hateful look in his eyes.

At this moment, Xie Ze was standing in a high place, looking down at them with a cold glint in his eyes, revealing his sharp edge.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, a flash of light passing through it, as if he could see right through the secrets in their hearts.

This made the two of them feel uncomfortable.

Anmei belatedly realized something was wrong: why had the other party dumped Mo Zilin on her?

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, watching the man before her warily.

Xie Ze's lips curled up slightly, his thin lips pursed, giving off a cold tone that served as a reminder to An Mei.

"If you don't want to die, take him away. Make sure he never appears before me again."

The two were slightly startled.

A hint of doubt flashed in her dark eyes, and she seemed to understand the meaning behind what the person in front of her had said.

"Young Master Xie, are you really going to let us leave?"

"If you want to become a pair of star-crossed lovers here, I'm not against it."

Anmei then realized that the other party had already seen through her feelings for Mo Zilin.

Now is the time to give her a chance to leave with the crippled Mo Zilin.

She nodded in agreement:

"No, Young Master Xie, please rest assured, Anmei will take Young Master Mo away now and will never appear in front of you again."

"... "

After saying this, the enchanting witch picked up the heavy man and comforted him, saying:

"Young Master Mo, let's go."

"... "

Mo Zilin, deeply wounded, could do nothing but stare at Xie Ze in the courtyard until he disappeared from sight.

The two left the abandoned courtyard together.

In the courtyard where he was all alone, a gentle breeze brushed against the man's handsome face.

Xie Ze raised his eyes slightly, stared at the moon above, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

The obstruction is gone.

Xie Ze could tell from the eye contact between the two that the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect seemed to be in love with Mo Zilin.

That's perfect. Now that Mo Zilin is a cripple, he has no chance of competing with him.

They could only become members of the demonic cult, and were captured and imprisoned for life.

...

A group of carriages appeared outside the gate of Biluo Villa.

The young master and Zhou Jiang's group were both present here.

"Brother Gu, it's my regret that Xin Yue can't accompany you to your final destination. Xin Yue only hopes that you'll be careful on your journey..."

She glanced at Qiao Wanwan again, and the smile on her face slowly faded. She continued:

"After you've seen Wanwan off, remember to come back quickly and find Xinyue to go on adventures together. I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay, Xinyue, don't worry."

"Ah."

Zhou Xinyue blushed, but seeing Qiao Wanwan passing by with a package, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

It's all Qiao Wanwan's fault. If Brother Gu hadn't promised the Alliance Leader to safely deliver her to her final destination, Anqi City, Brother Gu wouldn't have been separated from her for a while.

Gu Chaomu had secretly promised Zhou Jiang that after seeing Qiao Wanwan off, he would return to Biluo Manor and take his fiancée Zhou Xinyue to experience the martial arts world and improve their ranking on the martial arts leaderboard.

Once the outcome was favorable, he married Zhou Xinyue.

Therefore, Zhou Xinyue was naturally unhappy.

He just felt that Qiao Wanwan was a piece of trash and a useless person who needed Gu Chaomu's protection.

Qiao Wanwan did nothing wrong, yet she was inexplicably resented; it was truly unfair. She couldn't help but sneeze in front of the carriage!

"Hatch!"

Qiao Wanwan rubbed her nose innocently, her mind filled with questions.

Someone must be missing her.

"Girl."

A man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared beside her, and Qiao Wanwan's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Xu, where have you been these past few days?"

The scarred man under the bamboo hat twitched his chin and said with a smile:

"Uncle Xu's original task was to bring Miss Zhou to Biluo Manor. Once the task was completed, he could collect his money and leave. So he wandered around for a while."

"I see."

"I heard you left Biluo Manor today and headed for Anqi City?"