Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 488 - 487, (first update)

Chapter 488: 487, (first update)

Why must everyone make things difficult for me?

Why?

Zheng Chuyi’s expression became increasingly ferocious.

It seemed as if she hated everything to the point of wanting to annihilate heaven and earth.

"Hehehe..." Zheng Chuyi clenched the soil beneath her tightly, letting out a sinister chuckle from the depths of her throat. It was unclear whether she was repenting or filled with rage. Her once pure white fingers were now filthy, sullied by the mud.

The carefully manicured nails were also broken into irregular shapes.

Her appearance was particularly wretched.

If anyone were present, they would probably find it hard to believe that this was the same high and mighty beauty of days past.

Zheng Chuyi’s eyes poisoned with hatred stared at the sky as she spoke with immense bitterness, "Was I wrong? Was I wrong? I just wanted to take back what belonged to me! Am I at fault?"

"No! You are not to blame, they are." Suddenly, a hoarse feminine voice filled the air, sounding muddy as if it belonged to a woman of seventy or eighty, yet the articulation was very clear—every word penetrated Zheng Chuyi’s ears.

At the sound, Zheng Chuyi looked up.

In the dark night, amidst the dense fog, a woman shrouded in a black veil was walking toward her. Her hands were clasped in front of her lower abdomen. Her hair reached her waist, fluttering lightly, and her lips were red and teeth white. The only flaw was the ferocious mask covering the left half of her face, which marred the beauty of her visage.

Her figure and face suggested nothing more than a girl in her late twenties, yet her voice was so old and muddled.

"Who are you?" Zheng Chuyi asked, full of wariness.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I can help you," the woman replied step by step as she approached Zheng Chuyi. Her face was expressionless, but her voice was exceedingly sure.

Even though Zheng Chuyi was now fallen from grace, at her core, she was still that proud beauty. She forced herself to stand up from the ground and walked in the other direction.

She would never let anyone see her as a laughingstock!

Never!

"I don’t need your help!" In her life, she had never relied on anyone for survival! How could she now, in the mortal world, let herself be easily schemed against?

"Really?" The woman’s lips curled into a strange arc as she suddenly blocked Zheng Chuyi’s path, "Are you just going to watch as an inferior mortal enjoys bliss with Mo Zhixuan, basking in their perfect union? Are you... truly content with that?"

How could such an inferior mortal be worthy of Mo Zhixuan?

No! She was not content! Zheng Chuyi stopped in her tracks, clenching her fists in humiliation, her eyes brimming with malice.

But what could she do about it? That vulgar person now had the lightning superpower to protect her; she was no match for her.

Moreover, no one believed anymore that she was the reincarnation of the Empress.

The woman’s words were a direct hit to the heart.

They completely shattered Zheng Chuyi’s psychological defenses.

Watching the changes in Zheng Chuyi’s expression, a gleam flickered at the bottom of the woman’s eyes. She then said, "Grand Priest, oh, Grand Priest, in your past life, you died at the hands of Jun Huang. Unexpectedly, in this life, you still can’t escape her palm. It seems I overestimated you."

The old voice, paired with a youthful face, seemed so eerie in the darkness of the night.

It was like a witch in an ancient castle, emitting an evil laugh.

"Grand Priest?" Upon hearing this, Zheng Chuyi looked up in confusion, "I don’t understand what you’re saying! Could you please step aside?"

"In your past life, you were the Grand Priest who commanded awe across the Nine States, following Jun Huang through battles and campaigns, achieving countless meritorious deeds. Without you, how could a mere Jun Huang easily pacify the Nine States, unify the countries, and establish a peaceful and prosperous era? Yet, Jun Huang harbored wolfish ambitions, desiring the Nine States all to herself. After achieving fame and success, she shockingly threw you into a pit of ten thousand snakes. You helped her seize this prosperous realm, but alas, you didn’t even retain a complete corpse in the end, truly pitiful..."

At this point, a look of pity appeared on the woman’s face.

Zheng Chuyi listened, her face unchanged, "Why should I believe you? Besides, how could a lowly commoner truly be the reincarnation of an empress?"

The corner of the woman’s lips revealed a curve, "Whether what I’m saying is true or not, you’ll understand very soon." As her words fell, the woman clothed in black stretched forth her hand and made a gesture, sending a golden light flashing into Zheng Chuyi’s mind.

Memory fragments crazily flooded into Zheng Chuyi’s mind.

Her head felt like it was splitting.

She clasped her head with both hands, letting out a miserable scream, "Ah!"

The arc at the corner of the black-clad woman’s mouth grew more intense.

After a moment, Zheng Chuyi’s state gradually returned to calm.

The black-clad woman looked at Zheng Chuyi and slowly spoke, "I told you I could help you. Do you remember now, Grand Priest?"

"Who exactly are you?" Zheng Chuyi suddenly looked up at her, "What is your purpose?"

No one helps you without a reason.

Unless she wants to use you for some unspeakable secret.

Zheng Chuyi was not a fool; she understood this very well.

The woman in black glanced at her, "Someone who is indignant for you. You gave so much for Jun Huang, regarding her as a sister, but what did you get in the end? Grand Priest, I thought that in this life, you would be wiser, but unexpectedly, you still lost to her. She snatched away Mo Zhixuan, stole the glory that should have been yours. Without Jun Huang, how could the seat of the ancient empress belong to her? Without her, how could you have fallen to such a state today?"

Zheng Chuyi’s lips were pursed, a torrential hatred brimming in her eyes.

The woman in black looked at her, the arc of satisfaction growing on her lips. She continued, "Grand Priest, pull yourself together. The Three Realms are still waiting for you to unify them. Moreover, tonight is the Extreme Yin Night, when Mo Zhixuan is at his weakest. Seize the opportunity and slaughter the Mo family to the last! Only by removing Jun Huang, can you truly avenge the past and unite the Three Realms."

"Slaughter the Mo family to the last?" Disbelief flickered in Zheng Chuyi’s eyes. Setting aside the fact that Old Madam Mo had raised her, earlier, making Old Madam Mo kneel to her was merely meant to humiliate her, and she hadn’t intended to take her life.

Furthermore, Mo Zhixuan still occupied a special place in her heart; she wanted to win him over, not to harm him.

Besides, with her current abilities, how could she be a match for the Mo family?

The woman in black chuckled, her laughter full of eerie mischief, and brought her head close to Zheng Chuyi’s ear, whispering low, "If you cannot possess it, then might as well... destroy it."

The last three words were said with bone-chilling coldness.

Zheng Chuyi’s eyes widened, and a surge of perverse satisfaction swept through her heart.

Indeed, since she can’t have it, then no one else shall.

The woman in black straightened her back, pulling out a flag from her capacious sleeves, handing it to Zheng Chuyi, "This is the Hundred Ghosts Banner. At midnight tonight, when you activate it, countless ghosts will descend, and you will become their master."

Having said this, the woman in black no longer glanced at Zheng Chuyi, turned around, and left, vanishing into the endless night, leaving only her words in the wind, "Grand Priest, I wish you good use of it."

Meanwhile, Zheng Chuyi, holding the Hundred Ghosts Banner in her hands, spread her arms wide, her long hair whipping about. Pulsating black miasma erupted from her body, and at the same time, her red clothes burst into fragments and fell to the ground,

Exposed under the cover of darkness was a bright yellow robe. Zheng Chuyi’s entire aura transformed, sinister and venomous. The scars on her body disappeared, and a black pattern of the flower of death appeared on the left of her forehead.

She looked towards the Mo family, her lips slowly curling into a smile.

Tonight, the entire Mo family will become a slaughterhouse.

A storm of blood and carnage is about to arrive.

Tonight, it isn’t just the Mo family in turmoil, but also the Superpower World, the Ancient Martial Arts World, and the Underworld.

All three realms are waiting for the return of the empress of the fire-bathing bloodline.

They witnessed omens in the sky, the Vermilion Bird, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger awoke, blessings descended upon the land of China. Unfortunately, before the empress could officially return, it all came to a sudden, silent halt.

The Xuanwu remained still.

Could it be that someone has stopped the empress from reclaiming her throne?

In the Superpower World, the Elder handling the chess pieces frowned slightly; things weren’t developing as he had anticipated.

Zheng Chuyi had not returned for several days, and now there was no news of her whatsoever. The ceremony for the succession of the Saintess was ready; all that was left was waiting for her return.

"Xingyuan," the Elder raised his hand and placed a chess piece in the center of the board, speaking solemnly, "Come here."

"Elder." Xingyuan respectfully walked over and stood beside the Elder.

"Investigate this matter. Where is Chuyi now? What is the current situation with Zhixuan?" the Elder asked coldly.

"Certainly." Xingyuan retreated respectfully.

The Superpower World had an extensive intelligence network, spanning all three realms. Thus, it didn’t take long for Xingyuan to return.

However, his expression wasn’t quite right. "Elder, I’ve found out."

"What’s the matter?" the Elder looked up at Xingyuan, "Speak."

Xingyuan hesitated, but eventually he leaned in and recounted the entire situation to the Elder.

After hearing the full story, the Elder’s expression grew colder by the second.

A fierce aura erupted from his entire being.

The man was cloaked in an especially somber mood.

It took a while, but he finally spoke softly, "Alright, you may leave for now,"

However, before Xingyuan could step outside, the Elder spoke again, "Wait, additionally, inform them that, effective immediately, I’ll be entering seclusion. All clan affairs will hereby be managed entirely by the Second Elder."

Xingyuan, although puzzled, still replied respectfully, "Understood, Xingyuan comprehends. Do you have any other orders, Elder?"

"No more. You may leave," the Elder waved him away, his expression unreadable and grim.

Xingyuan did as told, carefully closing the door behind him as he left.

The Elder sat alone inside the room, his face terribly grim, and the chess piece between his fingers instantly turned to dust.

He hadn’t anticipated things would come to this.

Zheng Chuyi turned out not to be the reincarnation of the empress.

Mo Zhixuan, to his surprise, refused to return with Zheng Chuyi.

The Elder’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sinister light flickering within. Even if Zheng Chuyi was not the reincarnation of the empress, she was still the sole possessor of the superpower World’s Bloodline of Fire Bathing. She couldn’t be allowed to be bullied by outsiders so casually.

Today was the night of extreme Yin—an auspicious night.

If Mo Zhixuan safely made it through the night of extreme Yin and chose to remain in the secular world, it would pose a threat to the Superpower World. Who knew if he would defect to one of the other realms in the future? After all, humans are fickle creatures.

If he were to align himself with any one of the other two realms, the Superpower World would have no choice but to bow down. His years of careful planning would all have been in vain.

To ensure his peace of mind, it was imperative to eliminate Mo Zhixuan while he was still vulnerable. If he could seize Mo Zhixuan’s immortal heart during this opportunity, all the better.

It would also serve to avenge Zheng Chuyi.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the Elder’s lips, somewhat chilling.

Mo Zhixuan, oh Mo Zhixuan, I gave you a chance.

Yet you failed to grasp it.

You renounce kingdoms and beauties alike, seeking your own death.

If that’s the way it is, then don’t blame me for being ruthless!

The Elder closed his eyes and then vanished into thin air.

The Ancient Martial Arts World.

The awakening of the empress had alarmed the Ancient Martial Arts World. Consequently, all influential figures within the sects convened together.

There was nothing more thrilling than the return of the empress.

"Master," a disciple stood up respectfully, "As you’ve seen, the sky showed omens; a phoenix dominates the world—surely it means the ancient empress has awakened. We can’t continue to sit by idly! Please make a decision quickly."

"What Changcheng says makes sense," an elderly figure joined in, "Brother, the other two realms are not blind—they must have sensed that our lord has returned. If we remain idle at this moment, I fear we will become nothing more than vassals under the feet of the other two realms in the future."