Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 642 - 644, (First update)

Chapter 642: 644, (First update)

Chu Tian saw the White Tiger flying this way, a torrent of hatred swirling in his eyes. It was this very beast that cast him aside by the road yesterday, covered in disgrace. Today, he finally had his chance for revenge!

Chu Tian grabbed a longsword and fiercely stabbed towards the White Tiger, accompanied by a massive wave of light, delivering a heavy blow!

The huge body of the White Tiger was rapidly shrinking at the speed of light, until it was the size of an ordinary house cat, plummeting downwards rapidly. Meanwhile, Chu Tian seized the opportunity to chase after the victory, wielding the longsword and slashing toward Chu Jin’s direction once again.

The White Tiger, like a kite with its string cut, fell straight into Chu Jin’s embrace.

Chu Jin waved his left hand, and two tarot cards tinged with a biting chill flew towards Chu Tian!

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The two tarot cards directly severed Chu Tian’s arms.

Blood sprayed.

"Ah!" A painful howl echoed in the air.

Chu Tian looked incredulously at the scene before him.

Her hands were gone.

Her arms had been severed from the shoulders by the tarot cards.

Her whole body convulsed with pain.

The current her, no different from a cripple, wished to close her eyes and faint, yet her consciousness was clearer than anyone’s.

The sharp, unyielding pain.

Pain that ripped through the heart and lungs.

Chu Tian lost her balance and fell to the ground, writhing like a spineless animal, her facial features contorted with pain.

Wasn’t Chu Jin suppressed by the array?

How did he still possess such terrifying power?

Chu Tian’s eyes filled with a despair close to giving up.

Beyond the physical agony, there was panic in her soul.

"Master," the White Tiger reached out its little paw, gently rubbing Chu Jin’s cheek, "I promised sir that I would protect you well, and now, I have... "

Chu Jin held it tightly in his arms, tears wetting the snow-white fur of the little White Tiger.

"Master, I might not be able to protect you anymore... Remember to take good care of my fish, change their water every day, my fish are very delicate, tap water must be settled for more than 3 days, there’s a glass jar on the balcony with settled water already prepared, Little Red and Little White don’t like to eat fish feed, remember to dig earthworms from the garden for them to eat every morning..."

Little White spoke while blood bubbled from its mouth, its breath growing weaker and weaker.

"Jin brother, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be your little brother..."

Chu Jin bit his lip tightly, his face streaked with tears, unable to utter a word, just nodding desperately.

"Jin brother, goodbye." Afterward, the White Tiger was no more in this world.

The body of the White Tiger gradually shrank, slowly turning transparent, until it disappeared into the air.

Chu Jin gazed at the scattered bones on the ground, his face so filled with despair that there wasn’t a trace of expression left, his eyes bottomlessly cold, like the ice of late December, chilling, and panic-inducing.

This chill seeped directly into the marrow.

At the same time, an overwhelmingly powerful force burst forth from Chu Jin!

Zhao Yiling and the Elder both shivered in the cold.

Even the heart of the Heavenly Dao trembled a little.

At this moment, she was like a deity of slaughter, her body radiating a destructive and murderous aura capable of annihilating both heaven and earth.

She slowly raised her head, sweeping a glance over the remaining crowd, and finally, lifting her gaze to the horizon, her pitch-black eyes slowly turning blood red!

Between heaven and earth, winds howled and clouds surged, the blood moon hung high.

The red robe fluttered, entangled with the black hair that was growing longer by the moment, spreading out in all directions.

It was as if those locks of hair had come alive, dancing behind her.

"Zheng Chuyi," Chu Jin spoke softly, her voice cold with an echo that resonated in the emptiness, each word chillingly sharp, "I will make sure you walk every layer of the Eighteen Layers of Hell!" With that said, she lifted her gaze to the heavens, her fierce eyes set on the Heavenly Dao, "Including you!"

In her blood-red eyes, there was not a trace of emotion.

The black hair and red dress made her an alarming sight, a strange red totem appearing on her forehead, her red garments billowing, red mist swirling around.

The Heavenly Dao couldn’t help but shiver.

This feeling, it’s too terrifying!

Zhao Yiling and the Elder behind her both cautiously took two steps back.

Particularly Zhao Yiling, who showed an expression of extreme fear on her face. How did this Chu Jin...

How did she know that she was Zheng Chuyi?

"Thinking of leaving?" Chu Jin slightly lowered her gaze, the corners of her mouth curving into an icily cold arc, as she took steps forward, one by one, closing in on the Elder and Zhao Yiling. Wherever she walked, the ground was sealed in ice, with fissures cracking underfoot.

As Chu Jin was about to reach them, the Elder grabbed Zhao Yiling’s wrist and they started to run swiftly.

Alas.

It was too late.

Their legs were sealed by the cold ice onto the ground.

They couldn’t move an inch.

The Elder and Zhao Yiling could only watch helplessly as Chu Jin approached them step by step, with a world of ice and snow trailing behind her. Even the sky above was enveloped within the freeze.

Heavenly Dao unleashed thunderous retributions, bolt after bolt of lightning striking down upon Chu Jin.

Alas.

There wasn’t a single mark on Chu Jin’s body, the thunderous retributions no longer able to shake her in the slightest.

On her face, there was even a faint smile.

Both the Elder and Zhao Yiling showed looks of terror.

"There has never been anyone who could defy the Heavenly Dao!" roared the Heavenly Dao, its fury and terror cascading in more powerful forces towards Chu Jin!

It is precisely because no one has ever defied the Heavenly Dao.

That’s why it is so angry.

It will not allow Chu Jin to challenge its dignity.

Even less so, will it permit the existence of someone like Chu Jin who defies the natural order!

Her existence is a disgrace to the Heavenly Dao!

It was so a thousand years ago, and unexpectedly, after numerous cycles of reincarnation, Jun Huang became Chu Jin, and she remained thus!

The expression of the Heavenly Dao grew more ferocious.

More and more thunderous retributions emerged from the horizon, all targeting Chu Jin.

Chu Jin still kept moving forward, unstoppable, emitting a strong desire to kill. With a flick of her sleeve, a red light burst forth, reflecting back all the forces sent by the Heavenly Dao!

"Bang!" The sky filled with snow light.

Heavenly Dao, personified, clutched at its heart, standing amid the clouds, incredulously watching the scene unfold.

It has always been the Heavenly Dao that controlled the fate of others.

When.

Has the Heavenly Dao ever been retaliated against?

This person!

This person dares to defy the natural order!

The Heavenly Dao was even more enraged!

This time, it must annihilate Chu Jin.

Otherwise, leaving her in this world would always be a calamity!

The Elder revealed an incredulous look.

He had thought that this battle was a sure win.

But who would have imagined...

However, what does it matter if Chu Jin could defy the natural order?

Mo Zhixuan is dead, Mo Qingyi is dead, Tong Zhi is dead...

All these people are dead.

They died because of her.

Thinking of this, the great Elder burst into loud laughter, echoing to the heavens.

"Hahaha."

On the road to Yellow Springs, to have these companions.

He was satisfied!

Satisfied!

Chu Jin seemed to have won, but in fact, she lost!

Lost completely.

"Jun Huang, kill me, quickly kill me!" the great Elder roared in excitement, hoping to distract Chu Jin’s attention and buy Zhao Yiling a glimmer of hope for survival.

"Want to die?" Chu Jin walked up to him and stopped, her voice soft, her long black hair fluttering behind her set off her delicate features so demonically, "Rest assured, I promised the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and I won’t spare you a single one!"

As those words ended, a speck of light flickered from her fingertips.

The speck turned into a cold blade that cut off the tongues of both the great Elder and Zhao Yiling.

Their eyes widened, blood gushing like fountains.

"How pitiful..." Chu Jin lifted Zhao Yiling’s chin with her hand, a gorgeous smile blooming on her lips.

Horror painted across Zhao Yiling’s face, she shook her head desperately, low whimpers escaping from her mouth.

Horrible.

This person was truly too terrifying!

Like a devil crawled out from hell.

Chu Jin raised her hand again, conjuring a short blade. She held Zhao Yiling’s chin in one hand and the short blade in the other.

"Swoosh—"

A pair of ears fell to the ground.

Bloody.

The great Elder watched from the side, filled with rage and pain, wishing he could suffer in Zhao Yiling’s place.

...

The great Elder could only watch helplessly as Zhao Yiling transformed from a beautiful girl with all her limbs intact into someone who could only wriggle on the ground like a decapitated worm.

To call her a ’human worm’ was not quite right.

Because her eyes were still intact.

Panic was written all over those large eyes.

All limbs lost.

Her whole body was bleeding, yet her consciousness was painfully clear.

Like a reptile.

Wriggling on ice.

The pain had made the great Elder forget his own suffering as he struggled violently, wishing he could simply kill Zhao Yiling rather than watch her endure such agony.

Sometimes, being alive is more painful than death!

"Don’t rush." Chu Jin leisurely glanced aside, "You’re next."

The great Elder’s pupils dilated rapidly.

He could only watch as his limbs were severed from his body one by one.

Unfortunately.

He had no power to resist, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the butcher.

Pain so intense that he couldn’t breathe.

The chill emanating from Chu Jin grew heavier.

All the evil cultivators around had been frozen solid.

In the world, only Chu Jin stood proudly alone.

Red garment, black hair.

Xuanyuan Shangchen looked at her, his lips slowly curving into a smile.

The life and death of the people in the world had nothing to do with him.

He only wanted.

For her to be alive.

How good it was that she was still alive.

Xuanyuan Shangchen coughed up blood, his entire body bearing no intact spot.

"Xuanyuan!" Ling Que watched the scene unfold with disbelief, fear showing on her face. She had calculated everything but did not foresee Chu Jin defying fate and releasing the Empress’ spirit.

She did not anticipate that she would personally end Xuanyuan Shangchen’s life!

She should not have broken the array.

Regret.

Ling Que truly regretted it.

"Xuanyuan, don’t die! Don’t die!" Ling Que held Xuanyuan Shangchen, tears of remorse falling.

Chu Jin glanced over, stepped forward, and looked down at Ling Que, her lips parting lightly, "You can go down and accompany him in burial!"

The exceedingly cold voice echoed with each word heavy with resonance.

Chu Jin lightly raised her hand, and a sharp short blade was thrust into Ling Que’s chest.

Blood.

It stained Chu Jin’s hand and the side of her face red.

Ling Que did not resist, and simply closed her eyes.

Heavenly Dao stood on the clouds, full of disbelief! Just as it tried to vanish as a wisp of blue smoke, in the blink of an eye, Chu Jin had appeared before it.

No interweaving of white hair and clouds.

The clash of red and white was so shockingly vivid.

What was more unbelievable.

Even the clouds had been frozen by her.

Heavenly Dao had no physical form.

Facial features unclear, only a rough silhouette could be seen.

Heavenly Dao looked at Chu Jin, displaying a merciful expression, and spoke with great authority.

"Jun Huang! The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you will find the shore! All these people underground have died because of you, don’t you feel even a slight sense of guilt in your heart? Your very existence is against the Heavenly Dao! By living in this world, you only bring harm to others! If you still have a conscience, then commit suicide as an apology!"

Chu Jin’s lips curled into a smirk, she reached out and grabbed Heavenly Dao’s throat, "Heavenly Dao is unjust! What need have we of you! Today, I shall enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

As her words fell.

A powerful and intimidating murderous intent erupted from Chu Jin, her white hair billowing out, spreading to her surroundings, her clothes fluttering.

Along with.

The red clouds on the horizon roiled violently.

Afterwards.

The world knew no more defiance against fate!

Heavenly Dao’s eyes widened in disbelief, feeling its consciousness slowly dissipating bit by bit.

Impossible.

This must be an illusion.

Heavenly Dao cannot disappear.

But in the end, Heavenly Dao did disappear.

Without a trace.

Chu Jin landed on the ground and walked over to the Konghou, her hand reaching out to stroke its strings, a long-lost smile playing on her lips, "Old friend, I’m back."

"Zeng." The Konghou produced a melodious sound, as if responding to her.