Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 485 - 484, Indestructible Faith (Part 2)

Chapter 485: 484, Indestructible Faith (Part 2)

"It’s time you gave this face back to me."

Chu Jin was clearly smiling, but Chu Jin felt no warmth. Panic and a sense of helplessness swept over her entire body. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t muster any strength; her breath was as thin as a thread, leaving her feeling completely drained.

Without this face,

how was she supposed to live on?

By what means would she win Xuanyuan Shangchen’s favor?

Why?

Why did the heavens give her hope only to dash it at the same time?

All she wanted was to live a good life.

To live above everyone else, at the Summit of the Azure Clouds.

But why were there so many people against her?

"No... don’t, please don’t do this." Chu Jin covered her face with her hands in horror, looking at Chu Jin with a complexion pale as paper, then turned her pleading gaze towards Xuanyuan Shangchen, "Brother Xuanyuan, save me..."

She was Xuanyuan Shangchen’s fiancée.

He would surely save her.

But why did Xuanyuan Shangchen seem to turn a deaf ear?

If she didn’t die today, she vowed to someday tear Chu Jin into ten thousand pieces and scatter her ashes to the winds!

"I’m sorry, no one here can save you," Chu Jin said with a slight curve of her lips, a smile blooming at the corner of her mouth like pear blossoms, "Didn’t your mother ever teach you that you always have to pay back what you owe? Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it as painless as possible."

"Ahh—" A scream tore through the sky.

It was wretched beyond words, like the cry of a ghost.

Tong Zhi instinctively used her multicolored feather fan to shield her eyes, while Duanmu Zhe beside her swiftly pulled Mo Qingyi into his arms.

Chuyi slumped to the ground, a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, her hands clenched into fists.

The scene was somewhat cruel.

A heavy scent of blood instantly filled the air.

Chu Jin carelessly tossed the piece of bloodied skin from her hand to the ground, "Get lost. If I see you wearing this face and deceiving people again, well, you can imagine the consequences."

Her white shirt remained as pure as new-fallen snow, her features delicate as jade, her hair flying around her, her eyes as bright as the stars; she looked so perfect, as if she had stepped out of a painting, mesmerizing and impossible to look away from. Who could have imagined that such a celestial being could carry out such a bloody deed without flinching?

All it took was a flick of the wrist.

As an ancient empress, if her methods weren’t harsh enough, how could she ever securely hold her throne over the Nine States?

To personally rip off the skin from Chu Jin’s face was, for now, the cruelest punishment imaginable.

Wasn’t that face what she prided herself on most?

"Ah, my face, my face, Brother Xuanyuan save me..." Chu Jin, covering her face with her hands, wailed and convulsed on the ground. The pain was too much—underneath her fingertips, her skin was a bloody mess of torn flesh.

The face had long since fused with her own, integrated flesh and blood. To have it forcibly torn off like that was a pain unimaginable to anyone.

Just looking on was enough to make one’s skin crawl and face ache, let alone for the person experiencing it.

At this moment, Chu Jin was faceless.

It would be difficult for anyone to look at her for even a minute, with the blood oozing from her face blending into the red of her dress.

Xuanyuan Shangchen, with obvious disgust, averted his eyes and said to Ling Que, "Take her back." After speaking, he strode out without looking back.

Ling Que glanced at Xuanyuan Shangchen, then walked over to Chu Jin with a marginally friendly smile, "Miss Chu, I wish you and Mr. Mo a long and inseparable life." After speaking, she bent down, mute Chu Jin’s acupoint, hoisted her onto her shoulder, and departed.

Ling Que appeared slender, but her movements in lifting Chu Jin, who was 1.65 meters tall, were effortless, as if she weighed nothing at all.

Chu Jin had thought Ling Que had come for revenge on behalf of Chu Jin, but to her surprise, she instead offered such words to her.

Having never met Ling Que before, Chu Jin wondered where such comments originated from.

Chu Jin watched Ling Que’s retreating figure, a flicker of confusion passing through her eyes, which were obscured by long lashes.

In the blink of an eye, the hall returned to calm.

Chuyi, once held high by everyone, was now lying on the ground, unable to move.

And Mo Feixue seemed as if his soul had left him.

The Empress turned out not to be Zheng Chuyi. Could it be that the Mo family is fated never to reach the highest position?

The once proud and arrogant Mo Feixue now looked like frosted eggplants, devoid of any vitality.

The Old Madame Mo, who strongly disliked them, gave them a disdainful glance and said sharply, "Someone, throw these two out!" As soon as she finished speaking, two corpses dressed in burial clothes appeared in the air with stiff movements and began dragging Zheng Chuyi and Mo Feixue out.

"I’d like to see who dares to touch me!" Mo Feixue suddenly came to her senses, her eyebrows shooting up. "Auntie, it’s okay to drive me away, but if Zhixuan wakes up, how will you explain it to him? Don’t forget, I am his only sister!"

At such a critical moment, how could she, as his sister, leave?

She needed to stay here, to accompany Mo Zhixuan through this difficulty, and then personally take him to the Superpower World.

Even without a Saintess, Mo Zhixuan could still unite the three realms with his ability.

At that time, the Mo family would still be the Mo family.

Zheng Chuyi, on the other hand, did not struggle and let the corpses drag her out, expressionless and lifeless, with a gray defeat across her face, looking no different from a walking corpse.

Mo Zhixuan’s only sister.

The implication behind Mo Feixue’s words was too profound. It wasn’t just about being Mo Zhixuan’s sister – there was clearly a threat hidden within.

The Old Madame Mo sighed helplessly and waved her hand, at which the corpses immediately released Mo Feixue and vanished into thin air.

"Auntie, I was wrong before. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I apologize to you here, Feixue. I hope you, as my elder, will not take offense at my junior. Actually, the reason I did that was all for Zhixuan’s sake," Mo Feixue, who was quick to catch on, immediately apologized to the Old Madame Mo.

But the words she spoke were not so pleasant to hear.

In front of everyone, she had left no room for the Old Madame Mo.

"Forget about it," said the Old Madame Mo tiredly, slightly raising her hand.

"Sister-in-law, are you all right?" Mo Fengxu immediately stepped forward to support the Old Madame Mo.

Tong Zhi, who wanted to support the Old Madame Mo, retracted her hand in an instant, shaking her five-colored feather fan, her expression unfathomable.

The Old Madame Mo shook her head. "I’m fine. Everyone has been tired all morning, let’s go have a meal first."

Tong Zhi let out a sigh. "Sister, at a time like this, who can eat? Since we still have a few hours, let’s go check the Yin and Yang Bagua Array first. Ensuring Zhixuan safely gets through the Extreme Yin Night is the top priority."

On the Extreme Yin Night, a hundred ghosts walk the earth.

Then, the entire Mo family will become a slaughterhouse for a hundred ghosts.

Qin Qingchen flicked her dust-whisk and said with a grave countenance, "Old Madame Mo, Madam Tong, my master and I have just inspected it, and relying on a mere Yin and Yang Bagua Array alone won’t withstand the March of a Hundred Ghosts during the Extreme Yin Night."

In the crowd, Zhang Linzi’s figure had already disappeared.

Qin Qingchen’s eyes did not shift; the situation being what it was, she respected her senior brother’s choice.

"Then, in Master Qin’s opinion, how should we respond?" The Old Madame Mo immediately looked at her with anxiety.

This Extreme Yin Night was different from any before. She knew that.

Beyond the March of a Hundred Ghosts, there were also those from the Demon Realm, all waiting for this opportunity to ascend to heaven in one leap.

All eyes were covetously fixed on the young man who would lay waste at dusk.

It was said that he possessed an undying and indestructible heart, and that consuming it would grant one eternal life, existing alongside heaven and earth!

The Extreme Yin Night was when he was at his weakest, but it coincided with the thickest density of Ghost Qi, thereby providing this opportunity.

Some had laid in wait for many years, just for a day like this.

"We need to set up the array anew, seal the gates of life," Qin Qingchen said as she took out a stack of talisman paper from her Qiankun Bag. "First, paste these talismans on every door inside the mansion, then prepare willow branches, cinnabar..."

"Good, I’ll have someone prepare it right away," the Old Madame Mo took the talisman paper and handed it to a servant beside her. "Do as Master Qin says."

The servant did not show any sign of surprise and took the talisman paper, then withdrew.

"These can only guard against ghosts, not against people," Tong Zhi said with a worried look and a flick of her feather fan. "Moreover, these things can only fend off lesser spirits. Should we encounter evil spirits that have practiced for a thousand years, I’m afraid they’ll be of no use."

Duanmu Zhe said firmly, "Aunt Tong, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, whether they be human or ghost, I will not let them step a foot into the Mo household!"

"And us!" Zhou Xunian led a group of people in from outside. "We will live and die with Brother Nine; we will not live a coward’s life!" The group of young men were boiling with enthusiasm.

Mo Zhixuan had once faced death nine times to protect his clan, ensuring their safety throughout their lives.

So whether he was Brother Nine, or Nine Ye, or that youth who would kill with every ten steps taken, the City Slaughterer.

In their hearts, he was an undying faith.

How, at such a time, could they forsake the belief in their hearts? How could they stand still and do nothing?