Chapter 886— No Escape for the Wicked
Excruciating pain coursed through his body, making him yearn for the sweet release of unconsciousness. He screamed for help, his pleas echoing through the eerily empty courtyard. Fear finally took hold of Zhu Zhongba. Ignoring the pain shooting up his legs, he crawled desperately, pleading, “Feixue, Feixue, I beg your mercy! We are husband and wife, bound for life. If you kill me, you… you will be a widow. Please, forgive me!”
Nalan Feixue, her face as pale as the moon, approached him. Her smile was terrifying, “Don't worry, Zhu Zhongba, I wouldn't dream of killing you!”
Relief washed over Zhu Zhongba's face, but before he could utter a word, Nalan Feixue continued, “Would it be fair if I let you die so easily, after all the suffering you put me through? Zhu Zhongba, did you really think I would let you off the hook for what you did to me? Hahahaha…”
Panic and despair flooded Zhu Zhongba's eyes, causing him to faint. Nalan Feixue, with a sneer, severed his tongue, bound him in silk, and discarded him into a latrine, leaving only his head above the filth. She then left the courtyard, heading towards the Zhu Family's main residence.
She vowed to make everyone who had ever wronged her pay, she would not let anyone go!
The night was silent in Yanjing City, but within the walls of the Zhu Family, a bloody massacre took place. Zhu Yiqun couldn't believe his fate. His family was on the brink of greatness, but now they were being annihilated. The architect of their downfall was the very woman he had fought so hard to make his daughter-in-law, Nalan Feixue.
Nalan Feixue, her hand buried in his belly, a chilling smile on her face, taunted him, “What’s wrong, father-in-law? You were so eager to make me your daughter-in-law. Why the fear now?”
A horrified Zhu Yiqun screamed, “My son… what have you done to my son? Did you kill him?!”
Nalan Feixue laughed, “Kill him? Why would I kill my husband so easily? If I don’t make him experience the pain of living hell, do you think I would let him go? Hahaha…”
In his last moments, Zhu Yiqun watched as Nalan Feixue removed his dantian and devoured it. As he died, he still couldn't believe this was reality. His family was on the brink of greatness, and now, it was all over.
Nalan Feixue walked out of the Zhu Family residence, looking up at the pale sky. The dawn was about to break, bringing light to the world.
Chapter 887— A Mother-Daughter Reunion
Nalan Feixue, having dedicated her life to the devil, was about to leave the Zhu Family courtyard when a disheveled woman dashed towards her. Covered in dirt and emanating a rancid smell, the woman grabbed Nalan Feixue’s skirt, her hoarse voice pleading, “Feixue… let me see Feixue… my daughter Feixue… please let me see my daughter!”
Despite her initial disgust, Nalan Feixue stopped. She knelt down and brushed away the woman’s matted hair to reveal a face that was both old and unfamiliar. The woman was Murong Yaru, her mother. Once noble, elegant, and dignified, Murong Yaru was now a shadow of her former self, with sunken cheeks, a wrinkled face, and gray hair.
Nalan Feixue was shocked. Even though she had sold her soul to the devil, seeing her mother in such a state made her soul tremble. Murong Yaru was the only person in the world who had treated her sincerely, and had even saved her life once. If Nalan Feixue had any affection left in this world, it was for her mother.
“Mother… Mother!” Nalan Feixue whispered, “Mother, I’m Feixue! I’m your daughter Feixue!”
Upon hearing her daughter's name, Murong Yaru collapsed to her knees, begging Nalan Feixue to spare her daughter. Tears welled up in Nalan Feixue's eyes. She thought she had lost all human feelings, but it seemed she could still cry.
Nalan Feixue gently embraced her mother, whispering, “Mother, don’t be afraid, I will take you home!”
Back at the Zhu Family’s courtyard, Nalan Feixue nursed her mother back to health using various valuable medicinal pills left by Zhu Zhongba. When Murong Yaru woke up, she was lucid. Seeing her daughter, she cried, expressing her guilt for the harm she had caused.
Nalan Feixue comforted her, “Mother, it's in the past. All the people in Zhu Family except Zhu Zhongba were killed by me. There is no one else who can harm me in this world.”
Murong Yaru was stunned, “You… you killed everyone in the Zhu Family? How could you have done that?”
Chapter 888— Long-Lost Family
Nalan Feixue and her mother, Mrs. Nalan, sat together in the quiet courtyard. The silence was broken as Mrs. Nalan suddenly exclaimed, “Did you cultivate the evil technique I gave you?”
Nalan Feixue nodded, “Thanks to you, mother, giving me the inscribed jade slip that I could be reborn. Now, I’m no longer the Nalan Feixue who can be bullied at will!”
Mrs. Nalan was startled at first, but then cried out, “Feixue, my poor daughter, it’s me who made you fall!”
Cultivating evil techniques could make one stronger, but they would also become sinners. Once the sins accumulated to a certain level and fell into the cycle of karma, heaven and earth would sentence the person with tribulation. Moreover, those who fell into the evil path were desperate and heartless. They didn’t have human emotion. After entering the six realms of reincarnation after death, they could no longer be reborn as human beings. They could only reincarnate into the animal realm.
Nalan Feixue watched her mother cry, then chuckled lightly, “Mother, don’t cry anymore, don’t blame yourself. Rather than live like an animal, I would rather suffer the sin after death. At least until then, I can make those who are sorry for me pay the price they deserve.”
As she said this, she remembered about Nalan Family and couldn’t help but frown, “Mother, do you know what happened to Nalan Family? Who exterminated the Nalan Family?”
Mrs. Nalan trembled, her face turning green as she murmured, “It’s Nalan Hexi, Nalan Hexi killed the entire Nalan Mansion and sold Nalan Zhengze to the slave market…”
“Nalan Hexi, it really is her!” Nalan Feixue gritted her teeth, “Is she the one who caused you to be like this? Mother, don’t worry, I will never let this woman live a good life. I will get back what she owes me…”
“No! No!” Mrs. Nalan shook her head frantically, “Nalan Hexi did not harm me, she even saved me. The one who harmed me was… Nalan Yurong, the daughter I have loved for decades. Nalan Yurong! Wuuuu…”
Nalan Feixue was shocked, “You said Nalan Yurong?! How could she harm you?!”
Mrs. Nalan’s eyes were filled with despair, tears overflowed violently, and blood came out from her mouth. She revealed all the scenes that happened in Nalan Mansion, including Nalan Yurong who used her as a shield and indifferently watched her wailing in pain; including Nalan Zhengze, who only cared about An Lingyue’s relics, disregarded her life and death; including Nalan Hexi said at the end that she and Nalan Feixue were just two pawns of the Nalan Family. They were just pitiful people who were being used…
Chapter 889— The Death of Mrs. Nalan
“When she was ill as a child, I took care of her for five days and six nights… but in the end, l only got one sentence in return – I’m a mad woman. My life is worthless. Feixue… I gave birth to her! How can she treat me like that!”
Nalan Feixue squinted coldly as if Nalan Yurong’s cold and merciless words sounded in her ears again.
Nalan Yurong… Hmph! Nalan Yurong! You really are more ruthless and unrighteous than me, a person who has entered the evil path!
While crying, Mrs. Nalan grabbed her chest. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, and a lot of blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth.
“Mom! Are you fine?” Nalan Feixue quickly helped Mrs. Nalan and shouted nervously, “I’ll find a doctor for you! Mom, hold on!”
“No need… cough cough…” Mrs. Nalan coughed up blood while holding Nalan Feixue’s sleeve tightly. She uttered words with difficulty, “These few days, even if I’m going to die, I want to see you to confirm that my Feixue is still having a good life. Now… cough cough, now mom sees that you don’t have to suffer anymore, mom is already very happy!”
“Mom…” Nalan Feixue’s eyes were flushed, and she hugged Mrs. Nalan tightly.
At this moment, she realized how thin her mother was; there was only a layer of skin and bones left.
“Mom, don’t die.” Tears slid down her eyes, “Mom, you’re my only relative, please don’t leave me!”
Mrs. Nalan shook her head, and her tears kept flowing, “Feixue, mom can’t… can’t hold it anymore… Nalan Hexi, you… don’t seek revenge from her again. She… she is really very powerful. The entire Nalan Mansion was nothing to her, mom didn’t want you to be in danger anymore… cough cough… and, in the end, she… she let me live and gave me the antidote. Feixue, you promise mom. Don’t seek revenge from Nalan Hexi anymore. Vengeance has a way… of rebounding oneself…”
Nalan Feixue wiped her tears and said while sobbing, “Okay, mom, I promise you. Since Nalan Hexi saved you in the end, I will let her go!”
Mrs. Nalan showed a gratifying smile on her face. She stretched out her hand, trying to touch her daughter’s face, and she murmured, “Fei Xue, you have to live well… Don’t fall into the evil path… Don’t revenge… Mom hope that you will be happy… be a good person in your next life… mom also hopes that I can… be… a… good… person in my next life…"
Before she finished speaking, the hand that had just touched Nalan Feixue’s face dropped weakly.
She closed his eyes gently, and there was a smile of hope. It looked like she was asleep.
Nalan Feixue hugged Mrs. Nalan’s gradually cold body, slowly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from her eye.
Two days later, Nalan Feixue buried Mrs. Nalan, then she knelt in front of Mrs. Nalan’s grave in an upright manner.
A slender black round wooden barrel was placed beside her, and Zhu Zhongba’s face full of despair, pain and pleading appeared above the barrel.
He widened his mouth and kept trying to make an inaudible sound, but his tongue and throat had been ruined.
His hands and feet had been chopped off, some of his skin and flesh were being shredded, and he was being stuffed into black round wooden barrel forcibly.
Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, even if he suffered such an injury, he couldn’t die. He could only endure the torture that life was worse than death day after day.
TL: At least, Mrs. Nalan tried to be a good person before she died… Even though Nalan Feixue had promised her mom, how could she not take revenge against Nalan Yurong?
Chapter 890— Nalan Zhengze’s Suffering
Nalan Feixue kowtowed at Mrs. Nalan’s tombstone, then straightened up and said coldly, “Mom, I promise you to not seek revenge against Nalan Hexi. However, I will never let go of Nalan Yurong and Nalan Zhengze even if I die! Mom, you wait and see, I will avenge you!”
As she said, she stood up and smiled sullenly at Zhu Zhongba on the side, “Don’t worry, someone will come to accompany you soon. Then, you won’t be alone, my dear husband.”
As the vessel of Gold Core Stage, Nalan Zhengze was quickly bought from the slave market.
From then on, he lived a lifeless life.
To withstand the impurities and toxins in the crystal stone and spirit plant, his meridians and dantian had to bear the pain like endless insects bite every day.
This kind of pain didn’t happen at the moment of filtering the impurities, but as long as the impurities and toxins in the body did not disappear, he would have to endure the tormenting pain every moment.
However, there was a limit to the purification and elimination of impurities by the human body. When the original impurities had not been eliminated, the vessel would often be used as a filter again and had to tolerate another round of new impurities and toxins.
In this way, day after day, Nalan Zhengze lived in a torturing hell every moment, wishing to die immediately and get relief.
However, how could the person who bought him at a high price be willing to let him die?
This was a vessel of the Gold Core Stage. Even without looking at the expensive price, it was something that could be found on the market easily.
With just a short period of time, the buyer’s son had a great leap in cultivation. He would reach the Meridians Stage in two years.
With this wish, the family became more attentive to Nalan Zhengze. They tied him up every day, completely preventing him from seeking death or escape.
Nalan Zhengze became more and more desperate in the suffering. At this moment, he was so envious and even hated Nalan Shengming who was already dead. How good would it be if it was him who died then?
On this day, the family who purchased Nalan Zhengze was using him as a “vessel” to filter impurities in the crystal stone.
Suddenly, a gloomy cold wind blew, causing everyone to shiver in the room.
When they raised their heads, they saw a young woman in white clothes standing in front of them. Her skin was pale and scary, but her eyes were dark, staring coldly at everyone in the room.
“You… Who are you? Why did you break into my house…”
Before the house owner finished speaking, the woman in white clothes waved a black gas out of her hand. Before these people could react, the black gas suddenly wrapped around their bodies.
“Ahhh—!” Everyone in the room made a painful scream, then they fainted.
A blood hole was dug in their abdomens. The dantians, that had accumulated spiritual power inside, slowly shrank under the entanglement of black gas, and finally disappeared without a trace.
With the disappearance of dantian, these people had all turned into cold corpses.
When they died, they didn’t understand who they died to.
A cold smile filled the corner of Nalan Feixue’s mouth, and the black gas slowly returned to her body, moisturizing and strengthening the evil aura in her body, making her sigh comfortably.