The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 234 - 231: As Long as She Can Be Reborn, I Can Pay Any Price

Chapter 234: Chapter 231: As Long as She Can Be Reborn, I Can Pay Any Price

Because he was particularly exhausted, Qin Zhao slept very deeply afterward.

She had a very long dream.

She dreamt of Chu Yan from her past life. He wore a dark robe, his ink-black hair tied high, his whole body emanated a murderous aura, a terrifying aura of slaughter that was even more formidable than the demonic creatures of the Netherworld.

In a daze, Qin Zhao thought that this was his true face.

He approached a dark shadow, and this man, so commanding in his presence, suddenly knelt down.

"I heard that the Netherworld God governs life and death, I want to continue a past relationship with someone."

The Netherworld God told him, "Your grievances have dissolved, and your fate has ended."

She had died, so everything had vanished like smoke.

"No!" he lifted those cold eyes, the teardrop mole under his eyes redder than blood, "As long as she can be reborn, I am willing to pay any price."

The Netherworld God asked, "Was it you who slaughtered the city and killed tens of thousands of people years ago?"

He answered heavily, "Yes."

"Don’t you know why she died? Even if she were to live again, she would not accept you."

His response remained unchanged, "As long as she can be reborn, I am willing to pay any price."

The Netherworld God could not drive him away, for he was too powerful, powerful enough that even those from the Immortal Realm feared him.

Someone with bad intentions said that the Netherworld God controls life and death and can resurrect the dead, tricking him into causing chaos in the Netherworld.

Thus, the Netherworld God said to him, "You need to atone for your sins."

He said he could.

The Netherworld God summoned all the Dead Souls slain by him, and they formed a river of ghosts.

He had to walk through this river without resistance, to undergo the judgment of the countless ghosts. They would gradually tear his flesh apart and draw out his strength, devouring his soul.

This punishment was a hundred times more painful than the lingering death in the Human World.

If he did not emerge at the end, it would mean the annihilation of both his body and soul.

The Netherworld God hoped he would not come out, which would bring peace to both the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm. For the sake of reviving that person, he had already gone mad, causing chaos in both realms.

"Let’s go, it is finally peaceful."

The Netherworld God saw in the river, where ghosts surged, that man’s figure had disappeared.

He sighed deeply, preparing to leave with his followers.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

Suddenly, the ghosts screamed tragically, all retreating in unison, and a pathway appeared in the river.

A figure walked out, leaving only a skeletal frame. The flesh on his body had long been gnawed away, and only a little bit of his soul remained. The skeleton approached the Netherworld God.

In his hand, he tightly clutched a white jade hairpin.

It was something she had worn, on it lingered the last bit of her residual soul. It took him great effort to permanently seal this residual soul inside the hairpin, just for this moment.

With a thud.

The skeleton collapsed powerlessly to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

Still tightly clutching the white jade hairpin, he extended it toward the Netherworld God.

"Let her come back."

This phrase, weak yet incredibly resolute, carried with it his thousand years of longing.

Qin Zhao suddenly woke up, the sky outside was dim, seemingly at sunset.

She didn’t know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she found her bed in disarray, the dampness on the pillow, unable to tell if it was caused by Chu Yan making her cry last night or from crying in her dream.

Chu Yan struggled to recall that dream but couldn’t remember the details.

Qin Zhao only remembered what the skeleton had said in the end.

"Let her come back."

Who should come back?

She didn’t know, she just felt very sad.

The skeleton made her feel heartbroken, and she dared not think about the dream anymore.

It took a while for her to pull herself out of that melancholy suffocation, and she was left feeling numb.

Not until Chu Yan came back, having bought dinner; he also dropped by to tell Shangguan Qiu that he would not be returning yet and would stay here another night.

"Awake?" He set down the things and kissed her.

Seeing that Qin Zhao’s eyes were red and slightly swollen, Chu Yan kissed her eyes again, feeling somewhat guilty, but more so slightly pleased.

Because he had accidentally made her cry yesterday, but she had not thrown him out.

It was then that Qin Zhao snapped back to reality and remembered what had happened yesterday. She didn’t even know why she had allowed him to do such things. She thought it would end soon, but it didn’t.

Chu Yan was very good at coaxing her, saying it would end soon, but he was always lying.

Feeling her sore body, her expression immediately darkened, and just as she was about to lose her temper at him, she noticed a large bump on Chu Yan’s forehead, mottled with blue and purple.

Her anger suddenly subsided, and Qin Zhao frowned.

She pointed at his forehead, "What happened here?"

"I wasn’t paying attention while walking and accidentally hit a sign at the inn."

"??" Qin Zhao’s mouth twitched, "Really? It looks like someone hit you."

"Who could hit me? Don’t worry."

He casually reached for some ointment, because he really did bump into it; today, when he went out to buy food, he was so happy and had his mind full of Qin Zhao that he wasn’t watching where he was going...

"Who’s worried about you?"

Qin Zhao snorted and pulled away from him, sticky to her.

At first, Qin Zhao didn’t believe him, but as she got up to wash, a waiter came knocking on the door, bringing iodine and ointment, saying they saw Chu Yan hit the sign.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Qin Zhao saw some marks on her body that even clothes couldn’t cover; she felt awful and really wanted to beat Chu Yan up.

"It hurts, can you blow on it for me?"

Having applied the ointment, Chu Yan brought his handsome face close to Qin Zhao’s.

He even specially went to the bathroom to find her.

"Are you a three-year-old? How could you bump into something while walking?"

Qin Zhao rolled her eyes, although she complained, she still gently blew on the injured spot.

Chu Yan stared at her blankly, not expecting that she would really blow on it for him.

Since he was old enough to understand, he had never cried out in pain to anyone, not even to his mother, because he didn’t want to make her worry.

The last time someone had blown on his wound was when he was very young and didn’t know much.

Back then, when he would fall and cry, or bump into something and cry, his mother would pick him up, blow on his wound, and then gently smile while wiping his tears.

After his mother left, Chu Yan sometimes felt like a monster.

Because he no longer felt pain or cried. He was just a living corpse with one breath remaining, avenging those who persecuted him and his mother, and once he took his last breath, he could forever rest underground.

"Qin Zhao, do you like me?"

Even though Chu Yan knew she wouldn’t admit it and might even say something that would sting his heart, as she had done in the past, he couldn’t help but ask.

She must like him, feeling sympathy for him; he couldn’t have misread those eyes.