# Chapter 1295: Cruel Curse
"Demoness!" Yun Che's voice came through gritted teeth, blood seeping from every gap. "If you dare to harm her, I will make you... wish you were dead!!"
As he spoke, a grinding sound came from between his teeth and lips. This was only his second time meeting Qianye Ying'er, yet he had never hated a woman so much, nor had he ever felt so powerless... In the past, no matter how desperate the situation, even when facing Shiyue Mojun, he could fight to the death. But the gap between him and Qianye Ying'er was far too vast—the difference between heaven and earth was insufficient to describe it.
Before such a gap, any words, strategies, or schemes were nothing but jokes.
"Wish you were dead?"
Hearing Yun Che's words, Qianye Ying'er paused her movements, her gaze slowly shifting as she spoke in a slow, deep voice: "Yun Che, do you know what true 'wishing you were dead' really means?"
As her voice fell, a strange golden light suddenly flickered in her pupils.
At the same time, dense golden lines emerged on Yun Che's body... His entire frame trembled violently, and in that instant, it felt as though ten thousand arrows had pierced his body, and countless steel needles mercilessly stabbed into his soul...
"AHH!!!!"
If there was one thing Yun Che feared least, it was perhaps extreme pain. The injuries he had suffered in his life were beyond ordinary imagination. Even when severely wounded to the brink of death, he wouldn't utter a sound.
But in that moment when the golden light flashed in Qianye Ying'er's eyes, he let out a blood-chilling scream. His features, limbs, and entire body went into full convulsions, twisting into an unrecognizable shape in a single instant.
"UGH AAAAHHHH..."
"AAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHH"
Above the initial land of the Tai Chu Divine Realm, screams seemed to rise from the depths of hell. Each shriek more piercing than the last, each cry more hoarse, with hardly a moment's pause... Anyone hearing such screams would feel their heart tremble, unable to imagine what extreme agony could produce such anguished cries.
Yun Che's throat was completely raw, his face pale beyond any trace of blood. It felt as though countless poisonous thorns and sharp blades were viciously stabbing and slicing his body and soul, the pain a hundred or a thousand times more cruel than dismemberment or being torn apart by horses...
His soul plunged into the abyss, but his body couldn't move. His entire frame trembled like a dying insect, and in just a few breaths, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat... Beneath him, a pool of startling sweat spread rapidly...
"..." Xia Qingyue closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling in pain.
Watching the shining golden lines and Yun Che's heart-wrenching screams, Qianye Ying'er's face showed no discomfort or reluctance. Instead, her lips, softer and more beautiful than delicate flowers, curved into a pleasing arc: "Do you understand now what 'wishing you were dead' means?"
"De...moness... WUHH AHHHHH..."
Countless blood vessels burst in his eyes, and almost all his teeth were shattered. Those two short words were so hoarse they could barely be heard, and they nearly exhausted all his remaining willpower, causing him to let out even more agonizing screams.
"Oh?" Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes narrowed. "Still able to speak? Worthy of praise. Then... how about this?"
Another golden light flashed in her pupils, and the golden lines covering Yun Che's body became even clearer and more dazzling.
"WAAAAAAHHHHHH AHHHHHHH"
In an instant, screams ten times more piercing spread to every corner of the initial land, so miserable that even the scattered clouds in the sky and the dust on the ground trembled in response. He felt every nerve, every meridian, every wisp of his soul being pierced, pulled, twisted, and torn by countless icy iron hooks...
It was a pain even Yun Che had never imagined or endured...
His throat was torn apart by the screams, and each cry brought forth bloody foam. Every cell, every pore on his body trembled wildly, countless blood vessels bulged like thousands of earthworms writhing and twisting over his skin...
The Buddhist Soul Death-Pleading Seal... Without experiencing it firsthand, one could never know how terrifying a curse it was, nor ever understand what true eighteen levels of hell meant.
Yun Che had always prided himself on his unyielding will. His body and soul had undergone countless brutal temperings. Even back when he picked the Netherworld Brahma Flower for Mo Li, enduring the pain of soul separation, he had never retreated...
But now, he wished he could die immediately to end this inhuman torment.
"Can you still speak now?" Faced with someone suffering to such an extent, even the hardest heart would feel pity. But Qianye Ying'er wore a faint smile, utterly unmoved. "Do you understand now why it's called the 'Buddhist Soul Death-Pleading Seal'?"
"Because it makes you feel how wonderful death is, makes you desperately long for it."
"The pain it inflicts transcends the soul, meaning it cannot be resisted by willpower. Not to mention a pathetic junior with merely decades of life, even a Realm King, even a Divine Emperor of a King Realm, would kneel and either beg for mercy or beg for death!"
"Right now, you must really want to die, don't you? Don't you suddenly feel that death is the most wonderful thing in this world?"
"UGH AHHH... AHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHH!" The only reply was blood-soaked screams. His features were twisted into a ball from extreme pain, his spasming fingers contorted like two withered beast claws.
"Let me tell you something else," Qianye Ying'er said leisurely. "The Buddhist Soul Death-Pleading Seal was planted using my soul origin as the curse mark. So..."
She smiled. "Either I voluntarily remove it, or I die. Otherwise, the Buddhist Soul Death-Pleading Seal on you can never be undone. Even if the Dragon God himself were to take you as his adopted son—even ten Dragon Gods—none could!"
"In other words, for the rest of your life, you will either obediently behave, or beg someone to kill you, or... live forever in the lowest hell, wishing you were dead!"
Blood gushed from Yun Che's clenched teeth like a river. His wide-staring eyes were on the verge of bursting. Qianye Ying'er's words were like the cruelest curse, every word clearly imprinted on his heart and soul. All his will and faith were drowned in the abyss of agony, until they turned into a darkness of utter despair...
Finally, his screams ceased, and he fell unconscious. But blood still slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth.
The golden lines on Yun Che's body disappeared, and Qianye Ying'er turned her gaze away. "I'll graciously let him rest for a while, so he doesn't disturb my important business with you."
"..." Xia Qingyue's tightly shut eyes slowly opened. There was no panic, no pain, no pleading. Even the pupils seemed to have vanished.
There was only a terrifying coldness and darkness.
That look made Qianye Ying'er's brows furrow slightly.
Xia Qingyue stared at her, each word icy to the bone: "Qianye... today, you had better kill me... otherwise... one day... the vengeance for my mother... and everything from today..."
"I will make you pay a thousand times over!!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Facing Xia Qingyue's fearsome gaze, Qianye Ying'er neither avoided nor yielded. Instead, she leaned in close, looking at her with interest. Her hands reached down, and she caressed Xia Qingyue's bare upper body with a hint of pity. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Such a beautiful body—it would be such a pity to destroy it."
Her hand casually hooked downward. With a very faint sound of tearing fabric, the moon garment covering Xia Qingyue's lower body also shattered and scattered, revealing a body of ultimate beauty to the vast, thick air of the Tai Chu Divine Realm without any concealment.
Qianye Ying'er's gaze moved downward, a strange light shining once more in her golden eyes. Her hands descended, her slender fingers tracing along the perfect, flawless curves of Xia Qingyue's jade-like legs. She murmured in admiration: "What a perfect pair of legs. Even if you exhausted all the flawless jade in this world, I doubt you could carve such beautiful legs. If any man could carry these legs over his shoulders and toy with them wantonly, even if it meant being cut by a thousand blades and dying the next day, he would surely be a thousand times willing."
Xia Qingyue: "..."
"But, the lowly men are only worthy of touching cheap, vulgar beauties of their own kind. A perfect body like ours—how could men be worthy of enjoying it?"
Her words were deep and alluring, her gaze seemingly lost and entranced. But these words were not meant to break Xia Qingyue's will—they were part of her most basic understanding.
She looked down upon, even disdained, all men. It had been that way since she was very young. From the moment her divine beauty first took shape, she was always surrounded by looks of amazement, lust, and desire. When her elegance surpassed everything in the world... those whom the world called geniuses, proud sons, Realm Kings, Imperial Princes, even Divine Emperors—all racked their brains, even risking their lives and dignity, just to earn a single smile from her, or even just a single glance.
Yet they didn't know that in her eyes, their actions were nothing more than "vulgar."
In her world, aside from her biological father, Fantian Shen Di, no man was worthy of a second glance from her.
And her body would never be touched by any man... not even her little finger.
In recent years, she had even concealed her face. It wasn't, as the world speculated, to prevent more people from falling for her—it was because she felt that the men of the world were no longer worthy of seeing her true face.
This might be a twisted mentality, but she had every right to be so "twisted."
Because she was Fandi Shennu!
Other women pursued powerful husbands to dominate a region, managed their households and raised children, adorned themselves with fine clothes and makeup, or sought power in the path of profound arts... But she pursued something ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine.
The path of a True God!
To achieve that, she would stop at nothing. Anything in the world that could help her explore the path of the True God was something she could use—and something she could destroy.
Her fingers traced upward along the perfect, slender curves of Xia Qingyue's legs, eventually stopping once again at her lower abdomen. Her eyes narrowed little by little. "A perfect body, and even more perfect is your virginity. It's almost as if it was reserved just for me."
"To cultivate the Heaven-Defying World Scripture, one must possess the Nine-Xuan Exquisite Body. Now, we can finally begin..."
In that instant, a peculiar glint suddenly flashed in Qianye Ying'er's seemingly misty, lost eyes.
CRACK!!!!!
That sound of shattering was as sharp as if it had torn the sky apart.
A bloody rift appeared before Xia Qingyue's vision, as if permanently embedded in space, lingering without dispersing.