Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 96 - 92: Tanking Girl [Subscribe Now]

Chapter 96: Chapter 92: Tanking Girl [Subscribe Now]

The Cold River Sword showed no mercy as it thrust downward.

But just as Jiang Feng was about to drive the blade fully into the target, a rough and powerful hand grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Who!"

Somehow, without notice, a person had unexpectedly appeared beside him. He had an aged face, a stooped back, and one hand stroking his white beard while the other grasped Jiang Feng.

A mysterious panic rose up his back because his Divine Sense had scanned the area in front of him and detected absolutely nothing. The old man had appeared like a ghost, so eerily sudden that Jiang Feng had no idea how long the other had been watching him.

What’s most concerning is that for some unknown reason, his Dantian, which had started to calm, was now boiling over again. He felt as if the Spiritual Energy Lake inside him had gone mad, churning, trying to break out from within. Suppressing the discomfort, he threw a punch with all his might!

"Hey, don’t you young ’uns have any respect for your elders and betters?"

Bang—

His fist struck a bamboo!

He stared in astonishment at everything before him.

The events of today had somewhat turned his understanding of the world upside down, whether it was Yan Yurou’s manipulation of the Sumeru, mustard seed, Chong Yue, and Hong Mao within the Taiyi Taoist Skill, or this absurdity before him that seemed to flout the laws of time and space.

He had been standing before Yan Yurou just a moment ago, but the next second he was faced with a withered bamboo, as if he had been displaced. Looking around, he found that he had been moved dozens of meters away from the old man.

Barely turning his body, he raised his longsword, pointed it at the other person. Regardless of the old man’s intentions, the moment he acted, Jiang Feng could only count him as an enemy. Before he could react further, the old man had curiously reappeared before him.

His gaze was lowered, all his attention on his Dantian.

"What the hell kind of monster is this!"

He thrusted backhand, and although he had mentally prepared himself for anything outlandish before setting foot on the path of cultivation, even reminding himself not to be surprised by anything illogical, the sight of this ghost-like old man still stunned him.

Before he could thrust down, he felt a sharp pain in his Dantian.

The aged palm had heavily landed on his abdomen, causing him to spew a mouthful of blood. His vision darkened as he almost lost consciousness.

The five fingers, as firm as steel rods, had dug deep into his skin. Even someone as tough as Jiang Feng couldn’t help but let out a beast-like roar. It wasn’t just physical pain; he felt as if his very soul was being yanked out of his body.

His consciousness blurring, he could barely make out the old man seemingly saying something, but he was not the one being addressed...

"I say, young girl, why are you so stubborn?"

"Am I giving these fortunes for nothing? I told you going back to get married could cost you your life, but why won’t you listen to an old man’s advice? Why bother?"

"And you two, instead of going home to rest and enjoy your wedding night, you came to this godforsaken place to flirt and squabble."

"Look at this heartless little beast. You showed him mercy, but he had no intention of reciprocating. What are you thinking, girl? Do you need to die by this little beast’s hand to be at peace?"

Despite his cursing, the old man in front, albeit unimpressive in appearance, was neatly dressed and clean, slightly taller than Yan Yurou.

His fingers were still firmly clutched around the youth’s abdomen. Throughout this process, Jiang Feng’s struggle never ceased, but the difference in their realms was too great. Even wielding his longsword and hacking at the other proved futile.

But the girl on the ground simply closed her eyes in exhaustion, ignoring everything, as if she heard nothing.

"You, you... you’re infuriating me."

I almost passed out from holding my breath.

"Would it work if I begged you? My little ancestor, just follow me back to the mountain! That Zhang Shan kid also became an apprentice under my junior brother, so if you were to apprentice under me, your senior brother, you’d outrank your grandfather by half a generation!"

"My little ancestor, can you give me a straight answer? Or are you insisting on making this old man give up hope and kill this boy?"

"Since you’re the chief troublemaker, this old man will..."

With a fierce light in his eyes and a forceful grip of his fingers, the blow seemed to strike the soul, causing the young man to faint on the spot. Seeing her betrothed attacked, Yan Yurou finally reacted.

"If you kill him, I will commit suicide."

Seeing Lady Yan react, the old man immediately flashed beside the girl, still holding Jiang Feng, who now looked like a dead dog.

"My little ancestor, it’s good that you’re showing some reaction. How about following me back to Taixu? Otherwise, I’ll really harm your little man."

Full of expectation, but what the old man was met with... was complete resignation.

After saying such a sentence, she closed her eyes again, pretending to be dead. Ever since she returned home from the State City, she knew that this rambling old man had been following her, wanting to take her back to his sect.

But she hadn’t even settled her family’s affairs; how could she ignore the fate of her clan? She had to come back and have a final confrontation with Jiang Feng.

She was even annoyed by the old man’s chatter, turning her body to continue pretending to be dead.

The old man was anxiously pacing. He could see that right now, Yan Yurou was in a state of desperate desire for death. Or perhaps she came here ready to die at Jiang Feng’s hands as the battle began.

All that talk about resolving long-standing grudges and fighting to the death, it was all nonsense! This damned girl was just like her grandfather, stubbornly sticking to the same path!

Every time she set a trap, she seemed fierce, but when she saw Jiang Feng in trouble, wouldn’t she get up in the middle of the night and go protect him? Otherwise, do you think Xue Ming only hired three assassins?

In Yan Yurou’s hands, at least a dozen more had been killed!

When Jiang Feng was fighting to the death with Wu Daoxu in the backyard, can you guess what Yan Yurou was doing?

Since she couldn’t bring herself to do it, she might as well take all the blame, protect her family, and wish only for death in the end.

Angered by the girl’s attitude, the old man at his advanced age had never begged so humbly. Even when Yan Ruyu stood before him back in the day, he had a carefree demeanor.

It was solely because Yan Yurou’s physique was extremely suitable for cultivating their sect’s secret techniques. Taiyi and Taixu were once united; Taiyi controlled Mount Sumeru and the mustard seed, while Taixu controlled time and distance.

With her gifted talent, self-taught mastery, holding two Daoist Skills, along with the inheritance left by Demon Night True Monarch... Really, he could guarantee, chest-thumping, that with just thirty years, no, twenty years!

He could make Yan Yurou the focus of the entire Cultivation World.

But as he was repeatedly pleading with Yan Yurou, the young man who had been motionlessly held in the old man’s hand suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was hollow, with most of the whites of his eyes having disappeared, and his appearance was particularly eerie. He only felt his consciousness blurring, as if someone were dragging him beneath the water by the ankle, a suffocating discomfort.

But soon, the suffocating sensation slowly dissipated, as comfortable and relaxed as if he were floating in amniotic fluid.

"I’ll lend it to you."

"I’ll lend it to you..."

In his mind, this voice echoed over and over again. He found himself, not knowing when, standing in the middle of the vast Spiritual Energy Lake, looking around in confusion. The world within his Dantian was still silent.

Under the overcast sky, the serene lake, the cottage by the shore, only these three lonely items existed.

"I’ll lend it to you, then, kill him..."