Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 243 - 147 The Death of Zhou Xiyue_2

Chapter 243: Chapter 147 The Death of Zhou Xiyue_2

From then on, Zhou Xiyue would also benefit from any resources she acquired during her cultivation.

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As Jiang Shouzhong had predicted, Zhou Xiyue indeed resided in a relatively secluded courtyard. She even specifically chose a location far from the county government estate to avoid the Third Prince.

At that moment, the young princess was in the hall, discussing matters of cultivation with her guard.

Among the royal family, only the Third Prince and her elder sister were truly enthusiastic about cultivation.

As a child, Zhou Xiyue had trained with the top experts in the palace, but she treated it merely as a leisurely game. Once her interest waned, she shelved it, fishing for three days and drying nets for two, casting it aside as soon as she felt bored.

Now she had matured much, recognizing the importance of cultivation.

With her exceptionally favorable conditions, fed daily with treasures of heaven and earth, she could raise a Grandmaster. Once she stepped into the Heaven Desolation Boundary to Sanctum Ascension, she would be able to control her own destiny.

She could kill whomever she wanted, without regard for anyone’s feelings.

And she firmly believed that her future achievements would not be inferior to Li Guanshi.

"Junior sister!"

Weng Zhenzhen’s calling voice interrupted the girl’s daydreams.

Zhou Xiyue turned her head and saw Weng Zhenzhen stepping into the hall with a man in her hands... it was Jiang Mo!

"Junior sister, what do you think of this introductory gift from your senior sister?"

Weng Zhenzhen threw Jiang Shouzhong on the ground, dusted her hands off with a smile full of pride, "To let you personally vent this fury, senior sister has taken a big risk."

Zhou Xiyue stared intensely at Jiang Shouzhong on the ground, reconfirming that he was indeed the man she had come to loathe. The frustration that had been suppressed in her heart for so many days was finally released in this moment.

Relieved.

Now, going to the Yin Yang Sect, there would be no knot in her heart.

"What about that little wretched beggar with him?"

Zhou Xiyue suddenly asked.

Weng Zhenzhen was taken aback, shaking her head, "I only focused on capturing this lad, I didn’t bother with that little girl. I thought you only cared about this guy. Should I go back and capture her too?"

"Forget it, let her fend for herself."

Zhou Xiyue primarily detested that girl’s eyes, so clean that she wanted to gouge them out. Now that the girl was without her master, she would likely not have an easy life in the future.

"Qi’er, strip his clothes off and hang him up."

Zhou Xiyue instructed her personal female guard, then picked up a knife from the table, preparing to cut the man’s flesh off bit by bit.

This was her last act of willfulness.

After killing Jiang Mo, she would rein in her temper and focus on her cultivation.

"Ah!"

The guard Qi’er suddenly screamed.

At some point, Jiang Shouzhong had opened his eyes, his gaze firmly locking onto the three women in the hall. His cold look seemed to lower the temperature of the entire hall as a barely detectable frostiness spread through the air.

Zhou Xiyue was also startled, instinctively backing up a few steps.

Weng Zhenzhen frowned, then chuckled, "Junior sister, no need to be afraid. It’s normal for a cultivator to wake up. But right now, he’s affected by the Dissipating Darkness Powder and can’t muster any cultivation."

Seeing Jiang Shouzhong unable to move, Zhou Xiyue finally relaxed.

However, she still stopped two meters away from Jiang Shouzhong, her gaze playfully fixated on the man as she asked, "Jiang Mo, do you know who I am?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, she gave the answer first, "I am the Princess of Dazhou, and my name is Zhou Xiyue."

However, to her disappointment, Jiang Shouzhong’s expression remained placid, failing to show the expected fear, Zhou Xiyue frowned, "Don’t you believe that I am the Princess of Dazhou?"

"I believe."

Jiang Shouzhong spoke calmly, "I just don’t understand. We obviously have no major grievances, so why would a princess like you trouble herself with someone like me, to the point of wanting me dead?"

"How should I put this..."

Zhou Xiyue tilted her head and thought seriously for a moment, a sneer forming at her lips, "Jiang Mo, I’ll give you an analogy. If you accidentally step on dog poop while walking, would you get angry? To me, you are that piece of dog poop.

Of course, I can put it more bluntly. Does a princess like me need a reason to kill someone? You’ve annoyed me, I have the power to kill you, so why should I suffer myself? When you swat a fly daily, do you feel you’ve done something wrong?"

"Survival of the fittest, I understand." Jiang Shouzhong recalled what Mengniang had once said.

The strong are right; the weak are wrong.

The girl’s mocking gaze turned into a chilling coldness, like a venomous snake striking at its prey, her eyes filled with pity, "Jiang Mo, not only are you doomed, those around you will also pay the price for your foolishness, you —"

Her voice abruptly stopped.

Shockingly, the man who should have been immobile was standing up.

"That’s exactly what I wanted to say, you’re paying the price for your foolishness."

Jiang Shouzhong loosened his body, smiling at the stunned Weng Zhenzhen, "Thank you, you deserve a good person card, saving me the time to find the princess."

"Kill him!"

Zhou Xi Yue’s heart surged with a sense of ominous foreboding, and she urgently shouted to her guard.

The guard, Qi’er, was just about to draw her long knife when suddenly her vision blurred, and her neck was firmly clamped by a hand.

Crack!

The woman’s head drooped down.

"Your cultivation..."

Seeing how easily the opponent had killed a minor Great Profound Sect Master, Weng Zhenzhen’s eyes widened. She immediately took out a talisman from her bosom, stuck it on her palm, and in an instant, a radiant light circulated around her body as she attacked Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong, stepping with his Chasing Wind Steps, easily dodged and executed the Eight Extremes Sky-Burning Fist.

Although both their cultivations were at the Great Profound Sect Master level, Jiang Shouzhong had two Taoist Bodies that had reached the Grandmaster Realm, effectively making it two Great Grandmasters besieging Weng Zhenzhen alone.

However, within two exchanges, Jiang Shouzhong’s fist had solidly struck the woman’s soft abdomen.

Weng Zhu Zhen twisted her face in pain.

At that moment, she even thought about running away, but she was firmly entangled by the opponent.

One punch!

Two punches!

...Until the eighth punch, the air exploded with a tearing sound, and the overlapping waves of burning air instantly burst inside Weng Zhenzhen.

The woman’s heart seemed to be doused with oil and cooked. Her entire blood solidified.

Bang!

Weng Zhenzhen spat out blood and flew backward, her clothes bursting apart simultaneously, and she smashed stiffly against the wall, blood flowing from all seven orifices, her breastbone collapsed, no longer breathing.

"Another black grape,"

Jiang Shouzhong curled his lip, turning his gaze towards the stunned Zhou Xi Yue.

It was only when the man approached that she finally recovered her senses, her eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"What you said just now was good, keep talking."

Jiang Shouzhong’s smile was gentle, but the chilling cold radiating from his eyes pierced the girl, sending a shiver through her entire body.

Zhou Xi Yue tried to back away, but her legs softened, no longer capable of supporting her body, causing her to fall seated on the ground, entirely engulfed by a profound sense of fear as if she had fallen into an extremely cold abyss.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt fear.

Perhaps never.

After all, she was a high and mighty princess of Dazhou, never knowing how the word "fear" was written.

If she was displeased, she would kill someone.

Others ought to be the ones who were afraid.

"Jiang... Jiang Mo... you... you can’t kill me..."

Realizing the opponent might truly kill her, the usually haughty Zhou Xi Yue was nearly on the brink of collapse, still screaming her threats, "I am the princess of Dazhou... I am the princess of Dazhou! If you kill me, you will be exterminated down to the ninth generation! Jiang Mo! You can’t kill me!"

"I dare to kill even your brother, let alone nine clans, a hundred clans will be gone," Jiang Shouzhong replied with a smile.

What!?

Zhou Xi Yue went blank.

Seeing the man pick up the knife she had prepared earlier to torment him, Zhou Xi Yue, terrified, crawled towards the door, but fear sapped all her strength.

Thud!

The knife stabbed her hand.

The girl screamed in pain, her forehead sweating profusely.

She shrieked for help, but at that time there was no one else in the courtyard, An Jiubian had also gone to the county government mansion.

Jiang Shouzhong pulled out the knife, the blade tip gently pressed against her throat, gradually exerting force, "Goodbye, Your Highness."

"Jiang Mo... I was wrong, I was wrong, Jiang Mo..."

Zhou Xi Yue, finding strength from nowhere, clutched the man’s hand tightly, but still couldn’t stop the advancing knife.

She pleaded, her nose and tears intertwining, regret and fear filling her heart, "I was wrong, Jiang Mo, I was wrong. Please don’t kill me... I beg you... I beg you..."

The little princess didn’t want to die, she still wanted to cultivate, she still wanted to become the next Li Guanshi; she still wanted to stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Blood dripped drop by drop.

Time passed slowly, seeming also very long...

As Zhou Xi Yue’s voice gradually weakened, the spark of light in her eyes disappeared, and she eventually took her last breath. The knife tip pierced the girl’s throat, and with a twist of the man’s wrist, a head was cut off.