Chapter 14: Dying with Unrelenting Resentment

Qin Sang’s face was ashen, his eyes glaring with fury.

As the most capable sorcerer under his master's command, he simply did not hold these ants in any regard.

If it weren't for the failure of the Blood Curse and the heavy backlash it caused, combined with the injuries he sustained from the talisman, he would have long since slammed his desk and risen to teach this brat a lesson!

However, this did not stop Qin Sang from being enraged.

He stared fixedly at Xia Rongyu, consumed by fury: "Was it you who broke my Blood Curse? Ah, I'm going to kill you."

He thought of how much effort he had expended, seducing a cleaning maid in the palace just to obtain the Emperor's hair and blood.

He had gathered these things for a long time, sacrificed countless drops of blood, and even wagered his lifelong cultivation, only for it all to go down the drain. Qin Sang would absolutely not let Xia Rongyu off the hook.

"You dared to break into my secret chamber alone, ruin my plans, and seriously injure me. Don't even dream of leaving here alive today."

Qin Sang picked up a dagger and slashed his own palm.

The wound from just a moment ago hadn't even healed, and now he struck again; combined with the fact that he had cut his palms during his previous two rituals, the scene was nothing short of madness.

After all, if one weren't mad, who would slash themselves like this?

Only an idiot could do such a thing.

The idiot—Qin Sang—forced himself to sit upright, his hands forming hand seals. In the next instant, an inconspicuous jar placed in the corner of the wall shattered with a bang, and a red figure shrouded in resentment drifted out.

As the red shadow appeared, the temperature in the entire basement plummeted sharply.

Xia Rongyu could not see the drifting female ghost, but he could feel the sudden change in temperature. He immediately gripped the God-Slaying Sword, his entire body poised for action.

Qiao Niannian poked her head out and saw a female ghost in red.

The ghost's red clothing looked like blood-soaked garments, and her ink-black hair covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of red lips exposed. Her eyes were bruised and purple, her complexion deathly pale, and a "jie jie jie" laughter escaped her mouth.

That laughter echoed through the cramped basement, making one's skin crawl.

Qin Sang was extremely satisfied with the vengeful spirit he had cultivated.

This spirit was comparable to a killing machine and had indeed killed many people for him, including two practitioners of the occult who had been torn apart alive by her.

Now, dealing with a green brat would naturally be effortless.

Qin Sang commanded the vengeful spirit to bite Xia Rongyu. The spirit bared her half-meter-long claws and lunged toward him!

But before she could get close to Xia Rongyu, a little girl stepped out from behind the man. The vengeful spirit bared her teeth; this little girl looked even more delicious.

Just as she opened her blood-red maw to swallow the girl whole, Qiao Niannian raised her small hand and slapped the female ghost away with a single strike.

The ghost's entire body was slapped directly into the wall, stuck so firmly she couldn't even pull herself out.

Qin Sang looked at Qiao Niannian, who had suddenly appeared in the basement, somewhat dazed.

"Who are you? Why are you in my basement too?"

Qiao Niannian, who was being blocked by Xia Rongyu: "..."

This person is truly quite impolite!

Since that was the case, she wouldn't hold back either.

"Actually, I was the one who broke your Blood Curse."

Qin Sang:!!!

"Actually, your Blood Curse was too simple. I broke it with just a little effort. You must have studied for many years! How did you only reach a half-baked level?"

Qin Sang:!!???

"Sigh, what a pity. It's just a lack of talent! Since you're so stupid, why did you even choose this path!"

Qin Sang:...

"And this vengeful spirit of yours is too weak. To have such meager skills and actually dare to show her face... if I were you, I'd die of shame."

Qin Sang—was truly—dying—of shame.

He had first been heavily injured by the backlash of the Blood Curse, and then he had forced himself to perform a ritual to command the spirit against Xia Rongyu.

He was already at the end of his rope, and now being insulted by Qiao Niannian—as a man of great pride, how could he endure such grievance? He died of rage on the spot.

Before he died, he even forgot to call out to his master for help!

Qin Sang truly died with his eyes wide open; he had breathed his last too early!

Even in death, his eyes remained wide and glaring, telling Qiao Niannian that he was dying with resentment, warning her not to be smug, and telling her to compete again in the next life if she had the guts.

He was definitely not a half-baked practitioner.

Watching the man draw his last breath, Qiao Niannian couldn't help but sigh.

"People! The thing they fear most is a temper. Great anger harms the body. And to think he was a practitioner of magic—he probably wasn't even half-baked."

Xia Rongyu watched as Qiao Niannian's small mouth chattered on until the man was dead, and even now she was still rambling; it seemed she didn't even want to let his soul rest in peace.

Just as he thought this, Qin Sang's soul drifted out in the next moment. He truly could not stand it; this brat was still slandering him even after his death.

Qin Sang's body slowly expanded, transforming himself into a vengeful spirit. In the next instant, he lunged toward Qiao Niannian's mouth.

This girl was too infuriating; he would tear her mouth apart.

Xia Rongyu could not see ghosts, but he could sense something was wrong in the basement, so he immediately pulled Qiao Niannian back several steps.

"What is it? Is there another vengeful spirit?"

Qiao Niannian didn't speak. She slapped a talisman onto Xia Rongyu's forehead. As the talisman vanished, Xia Rongyu saw the vengeful spirit of Qin Sang and another vengeful spirit trembling in a corner.

Unlike the red-clad female ghost, the formation of a vengeful spirit usually required time, yet Qin Sang had blackened into a spirit in an instant; he must have mastered some kind of secret method.

Most importantly, there was another kind of power existing within Qin Sang.

Qiao Niannian silently put away her Heavenly Thunder Talisman. She had originally intended to scatter his soul directly, but now she planned to capture him for research.

Covered in black aura, Qin Sang rushed in front of Qiao Niannian and lunged at her face.

Qiao Niannian grabbed his wrist directly and gave a heavy toss, sending Qin Sang crashing to the ground.

He was completely dazed by the fall.

If he remembered correctly, he was already a ghost; how could he still feel pain!

Before Qin Sang could think further, Qiao Niannian grabbed him and began slamming him against the ground left and right, looking exactly like a psychopath!

After being slammed dozens of times in succession, Qin Sang's ghostly body fell apart, pieces scattered everywhere. He glared at Qiao Niannian as if he were looking at the most terrifying demon in the world.

A bad person.

Even worse than him.

Qin Sang was terrified.

He let out a ragged scream.

"Master, protect me!"

Hearing Qin Sang's heart-wrenching cry, Qiao Niannian raised an eyebrow and looked over.

On the other side, the vengeful spirit embedded in the wall finally pulled herself out. Seeing that both Xia Rongyu and Qiao Niannian were staring at Qin Sang, she quietly crept up behind Xia Rongyu.

She had just been hit by Qiao Niannian, so Qiao Niannian must be powerful. Therefore, she planned to switch targets this time.

The vengeful spirit bared her claws and lunged at Xia Rongyu, but Xia Rongyu turned and swung a strike with his sword.

The spirit was instantly split in two. She looked at her own body in disbelief, and in the next moment, after a brief, shrill scream, she was burned clean away, leaving not even a trace behind.

The lightning intent and fire elements within the God-Slaying Sword were the very things evil spirits feared most.

To encounter them was to die!

Qiao Niannian still had a talisman in her hand; she had originally intended to strike, but she hadn't expected Xia Rongyu to slash the person out of existence with a single sword stroke.

She put the talisman away and looked at Qin Sang, only to see him staring at the black statue on the sacrificial altar with a face full of piety.

Qiao Niannian stared at the statue.

The statue suddenly became restless, and then shot out a burst of black aura, enveloping Qin Sang within it.

(End of Chapter)