# Chapter 1553: Qianye Qianying (Part 2)
In this world, no one had ever imagined, nor would anyone believe... that such words could come from the mouth of Fandi Shennü.
If previously, a large part of her life had been lived for her father.
Then now, and from now on, the greatest obsession of her life would be to kill her father!
For this, she would spare nothing... absolutely everything!
Yun Che narrowed his eyes as he looked at Qianye Ying'er... This was the first time he had gazed directly at Qianye Ying'er's true face. The last time, in a fleeting glimpse, he felt as if he was about to be sucked into an abyss of depravity, so he desperately looked away and strictly ordered her never to remove her veil before him again.
In a daze, he recalled that green bamboo hut amidst a sea of flowers, where another voice, ethereal like a dream, had spoken similar words to him.
But that voice was already too distant... and would only exist in dreams from now on.
"Indeed, your appearance is indeed a huge bargaining chip. There should be no man in this world who can resist it." Yun Che spoke with a half-smile. As he looked at Qianye Ying'er kneeling before him, even after experiencing despair, flight, resentment, and prolonged erosion by darkness, she remained perfect enough to make any soul fall into depravity: "I'm curious, since you've already decided to avenge yourself by becoming someone else's plaything, why didn't you choose Nanming?"
"Right now, I am nothing more than a useless wandering spirit. But Nanming possesses the Nanming Divine Realm, second only to the Dragon God Realm in this era. His overall strength also completely overwhelms the Fan Di God Realm, which has lost the three Fan Gods and you. Given his infatuation with you and your methods, you might gradually turn him into your tool for revenge, without having to become someone's slave."
Qianye Ying'er answered without any hesitation: "He... does not... deserve!"
"So that means I deserve it?"
"..." Qianye Ying'er was stunned.
She would rather be Yun Che's slave than Nanming's empress. Subconsciously, the number one Divine Emperor of the Southern Divine Region wasn't worthy of touching even a single finger of hers... but Yun Che...
"...Yes." After a moment of bewilderment, she spoke a single word.
"Heh heh, I like your answer very much." Yun Che laughed. He walked forward slowly and stood in front of Qianye Ying'er, very close, his body almost touching her delicate nose. He reached out his hand and placed it on her head, his fingers gently twining around a few strands of golden hair: "Turning Fandi Shennü into an eternally obedient plaything is truly an irresistible temptation."
"..." In the past, if anyone had dared to be this close to her, let alone touch her, they would have turned to ashes long ago. Qianye Ying'er did not resist, did not struggle. From between her lips came a somewhat scattered voice: "I only have one request... when you trample Qianye Fantian under your feet in the future, you must leave him for me to kill with my own hands!"
The sorrow of her life, the hatred between her and her mother, must be repaid with Qianye Fantian's blood... For this, nothing was too great a sacrifice, nothing was unacceptable!
Having said that, she closed her eyes in resignation. Yun Che's answer no longer mattered at all. Because soon, she would completely become his puppet, his plaything. Even if he couldn't fulfill his promise in the future, she would have no possibility of going back.
Calming her mind and soul, Qianye Ying'er waited for Yun Che to imprint the slave mark on her. But she did not feel the invasion of his soul power. His fingers slowly moved down from the top of her head, his somewhat cold fingertips traced across her forehead, across her cheek that had never been touched by any man, and finally landed on her chin.
Her head was lifted frivolously by Yun Che's fingers, her eyes meeting his at an extremely close distance.
"You... don't you want to use your own strength to personally kill the one who turned your entire life into a joke!"
His words suddenly became extremely deep and gloomy. His head slowly lowered, their faces less than half a foot apart, but his eyes no longer held the lewdness and greed that had overflowed moments before.
"..." Qianye Ying'er gave a bitter laugh: "I am already half-crippled. If I could do it myself, even if there was the slightest hope, would I be willing to become someone else's slave!"
"No, you can." Yun Che said in a low voice: "I can repair your profound veins and give you the power you once had... no, power that surpasses what you once had!"
"..." Qianye Ying'er said nothing, showed no emotion. Clearly, she couldn't believe it.
Yun Che slowly withdrew his hand, then extended both arms. In his left hand, a white radiance shone—it was the divine light of the Life Miracle, flowing with light profound force. And in his right hand... a drop of crimson blood released a black light so dense it was indescribable, like a tiny but all-devouring dark abyss.
"A mere half-crippling, repairing it is as easy as turning over my hand. And this drop of demon blood was left behind by Jie Tian Mo Di. It is not simply blood, but the dark source blood of the Demon Emperor!"
"...!!" Qianye Ying'er's eyes moved violently as she looked at the black light in Yun Che's hand. It was a darkness completely beyond any words, beyond all understanding.
Yun Che smiled—a smile that Qianye Ying'er could not understand at this moment.
Qianye Ying'er... In this world, there were countless geniuses given the titles of Divine Son or Divine Maiden. But if there was only one Divine Maiden in the world, it would undoubtedly be "Fandi Shennü."
Her talent was so high that no one in the Eastern Divine Region could match it. In less than a thousand years of life, she had already reached the ultimate realm of Divine Lord in terms of profound way cognition. And even after being stripped of her Fan God divine power, she still possessed terrifying profound force at the mid-stage Divine Lord level... That is to say, even without the inheritance of Fan God divine power, she could cultivate to mid-stage Divine Lord at less than a thousand years old.
Such terrifying talent in the profound way was unprecedented and unheard of across the three divine regions, enough to trample Luo Changsheng, the "youngest Divine King in history," into the ground thousands of times over.
Supreme Divine Lord realm cognition in the profound way, peerless talent in the profound way, all profound arts discarded, extreme ruthless selfishness, extreme hatred turned into a lifelong obsession...
How perfect!
Was there anything more perfect than this in the world?
"You want to... give me this drop of Demon Emperor source blood?" Qianye Ying'er asked... Her golden eyes were also reflected in pitch black.
Demon Emperor source blood. Back when she was still Fandi Shennü, she had never dared to hope for such a thing. Now, what qualifications, what bargaining chips did she have to receive such a gift?
"That's right." Yun Che said: "In this world, there is no one more suitable for it than you."
"...Are you telling me this to make me more willing, so that I won't resist when you plant the slave mark?" Qianye Ying'er gave a cold, low smile: "No need!"
"Slave mark? Hah..." Yun Che let out a rather mocking laugh: "Do you really want to become someone else's slave that badly? The Fandi Shennü who once looked down on everything, who didn't even deign to glance at the number one Divine Emperor of the Southern Domain, is now practically begging to become a soulless plaything... Qianye Ying'er, have you really become so base and despicable now?"
"...What do you mean?" Qianye Ying'er's gaze turned icy cold.
"I will repair your profound veins, help you fuse this drop of Demon Emperor source blood, and teach you ancient demonic arts, letting you fall into demonhood forever!"
Forever fallen into demonhood... The former Qianye Ying'er would absolutely never accept this. But to her now, if she could gain power surpassing her former self and take revenge with her own hands, she wouldn't have the slightest resistance.
"But the price is not a slave mark. From today on... you will become my tool for revenge!" The light and darkness in Yun Che's hand continued to shine quietly: "You take me as your tool for revenge, and I take you as my tool for revenge... How fair is that!"
Qianye Ying'er stared at him, trying to find any trace of mockery in his eyes, but all she saw was endless darkness. She laughed coldly, her laughter icy and sarcastic: "How naive and stupid! If you don't plant a slave mark, aren't you afraid that once I become strong enough in the future, I'll turn against you? By then, even if you want to plant a slave mark on me, it will be absolutely impossible!"
"Heh..." The corner of Yun Che's mouth curled up. Even his slightly exposed teeth carried a pale, ghastly hue: "I can give you a body and power that surpasses what you once had, and I can also make you lose everything overnight... Do you believe me?"
Yun Che's words were no empty threat. He would give Qianye Ying'er that drop of Demon Emperor source blood, but he would definitely not teach her the [Dark Eternal Calamity].
"The Demon Emperor left behind three drops of source blood before leaving, and I can only fuse two drops at most. Do you know why?" Yun Che continued: "Because to perfectly fuse the Demon Emperor source blood in the shortest time, an excellent cultivation furnace is needed. These three drops of demon blood are for the furnace's use!"
"With excellent constitution, talent, and the purest, most original profound energy, there is no more perfect furnace in this world than you!"
Yun Che said this without any concealment: "And what I want is not just your body and power, but also your mind... not a puppet that puts me first in everything, understand!"
This time, Qianye Ying'er was finally deeply shaken. The black light in Yun Che's hand had already shone from her eyes into the deepest part of her soul. She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze astonishingly calm, just like when she once gripped Yun Che's throat and planted the Buddhist Soul Death-Pleading Seal back when she was Fandi Shennü.
"You won't regret this."
Just five words, carrying no emotion, and not half an oath like "eternal loyalty, never betraying," because that would be the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Very good." Yun Che looked down at her: "From today on, you are no longer Fandi Shennü, nor Qianye Ying'er. You will take 'Yun' as your surname and 'Qianying' as your given name."
His words were not a question, but a decision.
"Qianye Ying'er is dead. From now on, there is only Yun Qianying in this world!" She spoke calmly, abandoning her name without causing even a ripple in her heart.
The name "Qianye" was once her faith and glory; now, only resentment and shame remained.
Yun Che clenched his right hand, the black light vanished. His left hand, shimmering with dense white radiance, suddenly pressed forward onto Yun Qianying's heart. The pure light profound force surged into her body like a gentle torrent, all the way to her profound veins.
Since Qianye Fantian wanted to ensure Qianye Ying'er could never rise again, the method he used to cripple her profound veins would naturally be extraordinary... There should be absolutely no possibility of repair, not even by the Dragon Empress of the Western Region.
But Yun Che, who had cultivated the complete Life Miracle, was beyond all cognition, and was the only exception in this world!
Two demons, abandoned by the world and consumed by vengeance, on a land called Donghan in the Northern Divine Region, turned from mortal enemies into each other's tools for revenge.
No one knew that the fate of the Northern Divine Region, the fate of the Divine Realm, the fate of the Chaos... had from this moment been planted with an extremely dark seed.