She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 239: Cutting Hair, Going to Hell

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Cutting Hair, Going to Hell

Yan Wanqing crouched, holding her head, but finally finished sketching the rough totem on paper and waved her hand.

Piji hurriedly came over from the side and rescued Chai You from Aku’s iron grip.

Even the dim-witted Aku realized something was wrong.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Yan Wanqing leisurely saunter out from behind.

"What are you trying to do!"

"What? Hmph." Yan Wanqing curved her lips into a sinister smile, "Of course, it’s to ’deal with’ you!"

No sooner had her words fallen than Yan Wanqing and Piji struck simultaneously, quickly subduing Aku.

"If you do this, your elder brother will never forgive you!" Aku threatened.

Yan Wanqing raised an eyebrow, "Whether he forgives me is my concern; whether I forgive you is also my concern."

"You—" Aku started to speak but was knocked out cold by a chop of Yan Wanqing’s hand.

She rubbed her hand, "Find a secluded room to lock him in. I have a few questions for him. Make sure he’s not discovered by anyone."

Inside the room.

Aku was awakened by a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw the woman, who resembled the Saint Heir, sitting in a chair, staring unwaveringly at him.

"I won’t tell you anything," Aku couldn’t help saying.

Yan Wanqing was amused, "I haven’t even asked you anything yet."

"You brought me here obviously to fish for information from my mouth, but give up that hope—I won’t tell you anything."

"Rest assured, you’ll tell me everything." Yan Wanqing rubbed her palms together, "In such extraordinary times, I don’t want to resort to such malevolent methods, but as you know, your master Li’an and I have a lot of history, which is probably why you were sent to Xiliang City, right?"

Yan Wanqing paused, her clear eyes chilling to the bone without any reason.

At that moment, Piji had already begun to pull out a dagger.

"They say fat people have more flesh, but it’s uncertain how much more they actually have compared to us ordinary folk."

Watching the unusually sharp dagger, Aku snorted disdainfully, "Trivial tricks."

A quarter of an hour later.

Aku no longer had an inch of unmarred skin on his body.

He was in so much pain that his voice was hoarse from screaming.

Yan Wanqing raised her hand, and Piji ceased his actions; she looked intently at Aku and said.

"What exactly did your Divine Church of Light do to my brother?"

In agony and somewhat delirious, Aku hesitated when he heard her mention the Divine Church of Light.

How could this woman know about the Divine Church of Light?

The operation was clearly meant to be clandestine.

Could it be that the Saint Heir had leaked the information?

"Not talking, are you? Piji, shave all of his hair off and scald him," Yan Wanqing continued in a casual tone.

Although she appeared calm and composed, orchestrating the situation, she was actually starting to feel a bit anxious inside.

They were about to depart soon.

It wouldn’t be long before her elder brother realized someone was missing from the group.

She had to act quickly.

Just then, an opportunity arose!

As Piji was about to touch Aku’s hair, Aku began to struggle frantically.

"No! Don’t touch my hair!"

Seeing his vehement reaction, and expressions unlike earlier, Yan Wanqing slightly narrowed her eyes.

"What will happen if I touch your hair? Will it hurt more than cutting your flesh?"

Aku’s eyes reddened with rage, "Those whose hair is cut will not receive the Holy Master’s blessing after death; they will descend into hell."

"So that’s how it is." Yan Wanqing took the dagger from Piji’s hands, "Well then, from now on you will answer whatever I ask. If you don’t, I will cut off all your hair and ensure you go to hell after death."

Piji: "..." Master, you’re so vicious, I love it!

Aku: "Such a person as you will definitely go to hell after death!"

How could such a wicked woman be the Saint Heir’s biological sister!

"I will definitely go to hell after death, but it’s uncertain for you," Yan Wanqing seized a lock of his hair, the dagger slowly approaching, "Heaven, or hell, your choice will decide now."

Aku was trembling with rage: "I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Just don’t touch my hair!"

Yan Wanqing snorted coldly and let go of the hair: "The wise adapt to changing circumstances."

"I ask you, was my brother’s amnesia orchestrated by your sect hierarch?"

Aku, gnashing his teeth and sneering: "No, your brother had already lost his memory by the time he was picked up from the battlefield."

Yan Wanqing: "What are you all trying to do in Xiliang City this time?"

Aku: "Start a war."

Yan Wanqing: "What role is my brother playing in your ranks?"

Aku: "Saint Heir. Your brother is the Saint Heir personally appointed by our sect hierarch, a once-in-a-century genius among the young disciples of the Divine Church of Light."

When Aku mentioned the genius youngster, his tone was clearly very proud.

Yan Wanqing sneered: "No need for your sect hierarch to say, my brother is a youthful hero who has followed my father to battle on countless fronts long ago."

"Your brother is very formidable," Aku added.

Yan Wanqing wanted to ask more, but at that moment, footsteps began to sound from outside.

"Looks like it’s time to move," Piji said.

Yan Wanqing narrowed her eyes and looked at Aku: "Kill him."

"It won’t be discovered, will it?" Piji asked.

Yan Wanqing laughed lightly: "Disciples of the Radiant Church, every one of them deserves death."

Hearing this, Piji immediately covered Aku’s mouth and slit his throat with a dagger.

Yan Wanqing watched the blood pooling on the ground and instructed Piji: "Clean it up well; I’m going out first."

Once outside, Qin Wu was the first to see her.

"Are you done?" she asked mysteriously.

That sounded a bit odd.

"Hand me a handkerchief."

"What?" Qin Wu didn’t quite catch that.

Yan Wanqing extended a hand from her sleeve, smeared with fresh red blood.

Qin Wu immediately pulled out a handkerchief from her cuff and wrapped it for her.

"Did you..."

Before she could finish, they saw Yan Li’an approaching.

"What happened?"

Yan Wanqing: "Hmm?"

"Your hand."

Yan Wanqing wound the handkerchief around it: "I just cut myself while slicing something; it’s nothing serious."

"Let me take a look."

As Yan Li’an reached out to her, Yan Wanqing quickly dodged: "It’s a trivial injury, brother."

"...Okay." Yan Li’an then realized how inappropriate his behavior had just been.

How could he just look at a young girl’s hand like that.

He really was a bit too disturbed by his concern.

"You two look just like real siblings," Qin Wu teased.

On hearing this, Yan Li’an’s expression turned somewhat strange, and to avoid the awkwardness of the atmosphere, Yan Wanqing quickly said, "Are we about to depart?"

"Yes," Yan Li’an remembered the pressing matter.

"It has been found out that the Japanese Pirates are attacking the east, west, and south of the city; we can just enter from the north."

The attack was directed at three parts of the city, leaving only the north untargeted.

Yan Wanqing felt a bad premonition.

If her brother truly was the mastermind behind this war, would he so easily overlook the north?

Looking at Yan Li’an’s gentle smiling face at that moment, Yan Wanqing’s heart was filled with complexity.

"Good, the next steps will require Brother’s efforts."

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