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Chapter 210 Significantly

Yun Fuzhao went straight back to the Boundless Sword Sect.

The two men lagged half a step behind, gradually widening the distance between them and her.

With Yun Fuzhao absent, Qi Huai didn't bother maintaining a smile. He looked at Que Chi and commented, "You've really shown off."

Que Chi was taken aback, and it took him a while to realize that he was referring to what he had just said.

“These are just my honest thoughts,” Que Chi laughed. “What, did I say something wrong?”

Qi Huai stared at him coldly, "If anything happens to her, I won't let you off the hook."

"Should I act more scared?"

"..."

Qi Huai and Que Chi hadn't had much contact, and for some reason, he felt that Que Chi had become increasingly annoying after a period of time apart.

Qi Huai was too lazy to waste any more words with him and quickly caught up with Yun Fuzhao.

Que Chi didn't follow. He quietly watched the two figures walk away side by side. Then he turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in the Netherworld Palace of the Ghost Realm.

Upon seeing him return, the Left Protector bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Majesty."

Que Chi slowly walked towards the throne, the black tattoo on his neck gradually fading away. Aside from this, his expression subtly changed.

A small brown mole at the corner of her eye adds a touch of eeriness to her narrow eyes.

"how?"

"His strength has recovered to 90%, making him impossible to get close to."

Que Yu smiled and said, "It's alright. I'm not interested in his blood anymore."

The image of that clean and beautiful face appeared in her mind, and Que Yu licked her canine teeth.

Such a slender neck, it would break with a gentle bite, wouldn't it?

Que Yu rested her chin on her hand. Clearly, the blood of foreign tribes was tasteless to the Ghost Clan, so why was hers different?

It's unusual, but it's somewhat addictive.

Could it be because she made a contract with the dragon race? Those chosen by the dragon race are indeed extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Que Yu raised his hand, and the transparent soul appeared out of thin air in the main hall.

Lu Siyuan looked completely bewildered. "What's going on?"

Upon seeing Que Yu, he asked in confusion, "My lord, I've said everything I needed to say, why are you saying this again..."

Que Yu lifted his eyelids, and the next second, Lü Siyuan's soul shook violently, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Que Yuwen said gently, "I reminded you, didn't I? You can't tell anyone about this."

Lu Siyuan clutched his head in agony, the throbbing pain as if his skull were shattering rendering him unable to think. "I...I..."

Que Yu lost his patience. "Useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, in Lu Siyuan's horrified eyes, his soul shattered into pieces and disappeared forever from the mortal world.

As soon as he disappeared, the hall fell silent again. The demons standing to the side all lowered their heads, trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.

Que Yu lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, he stood up.

"Go to the Soul Locking Tower."

"Yes."

The Ghost Realm, the Soul-Locking Tower.

Que Chi was nailed to the cross, his wrists and ankles pierced by black nails as thick as an index finger, which were embedded in the wooden board behind him.

He had his head down, his black hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in blood.

"Yun Fuzhao asked why you didn't reply to her text message."

The sudden sound made Que Chi open his eyes, but his eye sockets were swollen and his vision was obstructed, so he could only see a small patch of scenery.

In my gaze, the hem of the garment embroidered with swimming fish and bamboo patterns drew closer little by little.

Que Yu spread his hands, "Give me the jade."

He said with distress, "Without this, she will become suspicious."

Que Chi remained motionless; if it weren't for his continued breathing, one would have mistaken him for being dead.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Que Yu didn't care and reached out to pull off the white jade from his waist.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, the man, who had been silent since he was brought in, spoke up: "Your grudge against me has nothing to do with her."

Que Yu chuckled, "You like her."

Que did not respond.

"It seems to be one-sided." Que Yu approached him with interest. "Que Chi, you're always so cowardly. Let me guess, you've probably never told her how you feel, have you?"

“…It has nothing to do with you.”

“How could it have nothing to do with me?” Que Yu grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at him. “We are brothers.”

Que Yu smiled slightly, "Since you don't dare to express your feelings, let me, your younger brother, do it for you. I will definitely try my best to get closer to her."

A hint of anger ignited in Que Chi's eyes.

Seeing his expression, Que Yu felt incredibly pleased. "You're angry already? I haven't even said anything worse yet."

"What exactly do you want?! What does our feud have to do with her?!"

“It wasn’t there at first,” Que Yu said casually, releasing his grip, “but it happened when she helped you. What’s more, you fell in love with her.”

"Que Chi, everything you cherish, I will take away and destroy. If you have someone to blame, blame yourself. Blame yourself for being such a worthless and despicable person, so easily falling for her."

"..."

Que Chi closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Que Yu watched his pained expression with great interest, and as if that wasn't enough, he continued, "Yun Fuzhao will be coming to the Ghost Realm in a few days. What do you think, how about I turn her into a dried-up human body? She's so weak, she'll bleed to death soon, won't she?"

Que Chi suddenly chuckled, "You underestimate her."

She spoke with such certainty, and the smile on Que Yu's lips gradually faded. "There's no need to pretend you know him so well. You wouldn't even be a number in her circle."

"..."

Boundless Sword Sect.

Yun Fuzhao briefly explained his plan to Dai Junde.

Upon hearing that she was planning to go to the Ghost Realm, Dai Junde objected without hesitation.

"Yun Fuzhao, do you have a death wish?"

“With the simulation technique, the Ghost King won’t find out,” Yun Fuzhao said. “The Ghost Realm has messed with us so many times, I can’t stand it if we don’t retaliate.”

She usually just talks the talk, but these people really think Yun Fuzhao is easy to bully.

Dai Junde poured cold water on his enthusiasm, saying, "You think you're some kind of cultivator? Don't end up losing more than you gain."

“I’ve looked into the Ghost Realm day tour. They don’t go to the very center of the Ghost Realm. As long as we don’t run into the Ghost King, everything will be fine.”

Upon hearing this, Dai Junde pondered for a moment, then took out a small box from his storage bag. "This is the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill. Take it first; it could save your life in a critical moment."

Yun Fuchao had heard Qi Huai mention that he made this elixir before, and originally thought that Dai Junde was keeping it for himself, but now he has given this life-saving talisman to her.

This is a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill. Just collecting the spiritual materials alone would take a lot of effort, and he just gave it to himself like that?

Seeing through Yun Fuzhao's thoughts, Dai Junde snorted coldly. "Right now, you need it more than I do. If you die, our sect is finished."

This is the truth. The Boundless Sword Sect has made many enemies. They are only wary of the dragon clan under Yun Fuzhao's control. If she dies, all the enemies will attack her together.

Yun Fuzhao felt a warmth in his heart and solemnly said, "Elder, don't worry, I will take care of you in your old age."