Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 151 - 048 Love and Hatred

Chapter 151: Chapter 048 Love and Hatred

At that moment, Yang Wufeng, who had been coldly observing from the sidelines, suddenly leaped into action. In his hand materialized a pitch-black statue, but this one was the size of a fist.

He clutched the statue and viciously hurled it towards Xia Wenjing’s body with lightning speed.

At this instant, the old man, in Zhou Yan’s view, had turned into an immensely spiritual monkey!

Because, only monkeys could make such extensive and rapid movements with their bodies so hunched.

"Thud—"

Oddly enough, the woman, powerful and vigorous, was struck in the waist with the statue the old man wielded and instantly broke in two. Her intestines and the like spilled out on the ground.

From beginning to end, it all seemed unreal. Xia Wenjing, so powerful, died in such a confounding manner...

The vigor within Xia Wenjing’s body confirmed that she was at least a contender in the Sword Soul First Layer Heaven. Even though... she had been drained of much of her life force, the realm could not be mistaken.

Yet, she died as if she were a mere ordinary person, cut in half at the waist without even uttering a word.

This seemed to prove her own words: "You will not die a good death."

Zhou Yan looked at Yang Wufeng with some surprise. The love described in rumours as deep as the ocean and enduring until death, in reality, couldn’t measure up to all of life’s tangible benefits.

Twenty years as husband and wife, yet today she was felled by a fatal blow.

This was the love that had reportedly endured for twenty years, believed to be steadfast until death. Now, it seemed that love was not so eternal after all; instead, it was as if they wished the other’s early demise.

This matter was indeed sigh-worthy.

Zhou Yan witnessed this scene unfold, and his initial covert intentions to intervene also quietly vanished.

He remained as if caught in a passive state, without the power to resist.

Xia Wenjing died just like that, a pitiful and easy death. Her demise demonstrated that Yang Wufeng had pinpointed the woman’s vulnerability, which was no recent development.

Only by knowing someone extremely well and being aware of their significant weakness can one swiftly deliver a lethal blow when that weakness is revealed.

Yang Wufeng accomplished this with ease.

He had killed Xia Wenjing but found even an extra glance at her corpse distasteful.

This was starkly opposed to the deep and abiding love of the rumors.

...

Zhou Yan’s face took on a pensive shade, then he spoke, "No matter what this woman was like, she once deeply loved you. Yet you managed to strike such a ruthless blow. Could it really be just because you thought the ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture’ was worth more than anything?"

"Deep love? Heh, it seems that even someone as wise as you can be misled by rumors!"

Yang Wufeng let out a scornful laugh, his words dripping with contempt.

"Isn’t it?"

Zhou Yan was somewhat taken aback, as if every piece of the rumor was unreliable.

He finally understood why his renowned name was doubted by many. Because rumors are, indeed, not to be taken at face value.

"The many mouths corrode gold, accumulated falsehoods demolish honor; perhaps I should have realized this sooner."

Zhou Yan sighed lightly.

"Right, such a base woman, do you think she could wholeheartedly love me? Willingly follow me?

Was it not because I had the Ancient Array Map from the Ancient Ruins, a special map that showed promise, that she acted that way!

Moreover, she followed me because her vile acts of harvesting yang to replenish yin had been exposed. What face did she have left to stay within the Da Xia Family?"

Yang Wufeng disclosed shocking information.

This revelation made Zhou Yan feel as if he’d swallowed an egg, completely dumbfounded.

He had sensed that Xia Wenjing was a frivolous woman, but he had never imagined that before following Yang Wufeng, she had been a woman ridden by countless men...

In that moment, Zhou Yan felt that atop Yang Wufeng’s head sat a massive, purplish-green cuckold’s cap.

He began to understand why Yang Wufeng was filled with such intense hatred.

"Such a matter, you must not have known beforehand. That’s why you doted on her, even risking life and death for her. Probably only after you found out did you become disillusioned, love turning into hate."

Zhou Yan remarked with a sigh.

"True, she let it slip by accident one day, and to her, I was but a puppet used to achieve her goals. Unfortunately, once inside these Ancient Ruins with the doors shut, unable to find other men, she could only reluctantly stay with me!"

"Just such a whore," he sighed, "still expects me to please her more than thirteen times a day. Let alone that I am an old man whose vitality has been drained and is nearing decay, even if endowed with the talents to harness the heavens and earth, thirteen times a day would be more than anyone could bear."

Zhou Yan’s face turned somewhat bluish-purple, yet he managed to articulate the specific reasons.

Apart from his ’inadequacies,’ the woman’s insatiable demands were another significant reason.

Zhou Yan didn’t dwell on it, but even so, he still felt a wave of disgust.

"If that’s the case, you should have had the chance to kill her earlier. Why wait until now?"

Zhou Yan asked casually.

Yang Wufeng clamped his mouth shut, no longer speaking. Obviously, he had not killed Xia Wenjing earlier because, before the Ancient Ruins were opened, he relied on toying with the woman for his amusement.

But admitting such a thing now was shameful, so naturally, he didn’t wish to discuss it.

He kept silent, but Zhou Yan understood and didn’t continue to press.

By this stage, things were completely clear, and Zhou Yan lost interest in asking more.

His gaze moved towards the courtyard’s exterior.

Outside, the blood-like crimson rain still drifted and scattered.

Above, as if blood rain fell from the sky, the whole world was suffused with a dark red oppressive hue, giving the impression of living in a veritable hell.

"You’ve obtained the ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture,’ so tell me, where exactly is Pan Yuming? And what of the Holy Daughter, Jiang Yuning, from before?"

Zhou Yan continued to inquire.

Yang Wufeng pondered for a long time before saying, "That genius woman has suppressed Li Qiyun. I don’t know where Pan Yuming is, but I’m certain he’s still alive.

But then again, what use is this knowledge to you? You are about to die."

"Yeah, about to die. Actually, living here quietly isn’t that bad; at least you can stay alive and have the luxury of playing with women. Unfortunately, although you’ve indeed killed your own woman, you cannot change your fate."

Zhou Yan’s voice was soft, but upon saying this, Yang Wufeng’s face suddenly darkened.

"It seems you still refuse to submit, huh? I have many ways to extract the essence blood I want from your body, but the process will surely be excruciating. Looks like I need to employ such ruthless methods."

Yang Wufeng’s tone was chilling, echoing the words Zhou Yan had previously said to ’Pan Yuming,’ but now directed at Zhou Yan himself.

It seemed he intended to use such methods to erode Zhou Yan’s convictions bit by bit.

"Do you really think you can kill me that easily? Or shall we say, do you believe you can do what Chen Tianjian and Feng Yunyan wished they could but lacked the confidence to achieve?"

Zhou Yan’s tone was full of mockery.

Yang Wufeng’s hands reached out, his ashy skin, reminiscent of a serpent’s, already bulging. The scale-like layers of skin now bristled with a ferocious malevolence.

In his hand, he now held a sword, a pitch-black short sword.

Clutching the sword, he even pointed it at Zhou Yan’s head.

But upon hearing Zhou Yan’s words, he hesitated slightly. The killing intent receded a touch, then, staring at Zhou Yan for a long moment, a strange, contemptuous sneer gradually appeared on his lips as he said, "For a genius like you, who was like a fish in water within the Ancient Sword Formation, even Chen Tianjian and Feng Yunyan were powerless against you!

You even killed a person of the Sword Soul Realm from the Lie Family with a single strike. To think of killing someone like you, who is indeed a True Spirit Level genius, is naturally impossible; how could you be so easily killed?!

However, it’s such a pity that now, what cards do you have left? Any cards are powerless under the suppression of the Heaven and Earth Dao’s life and death!"

"You are right, but that is assuming he truly is suppressed by the power of ’Heavenly Destiny Tea’ and ’Blood Lake Water.’"

A pleasant voice interrupted at this point.

Yang Wufeng, previously calm and measured, suddenly changed his expression, taken aback, and quickly turned his head to look.

Just then, in the courtyard, as big as a stable, a majestic green-clothed woman was standing there.

She had beautifully styled hair, but her facial expression was as stiff and pallid as a zombie, sinister and abnormal, as though a decaying zombie’s face had been stretched over lovely features.

Previously enchanting with a figure like the bright moon’s spiritual serenity and unmatched beauty, now with such a face, she appeared quite terrifying.

She stood there casually, seemingly at ease, but neither Zhou Yan nor Yang Wufeng dared disregard her presence.

With her hands behind her back, she walked closer to Zhou Yan and Yang Wufeng, stopping less than five meters in front of them before she spoke as if to herself, "For someone who can use flames to extract ancient Sword Intent Crystal Stone, for someone who can navigate freely through the Ancient Sword Formation, for someone who can condense the essence blood of a hundred thousand eighty ancient Demon Beasts, if you think that ’Heavenly Destiny Tea’ can suppress him, then you’re truly naive!"

Saying this, she continued, "Such a naive view, and yet you believe it, which means you are completely capable of doing other foolish things as well. Zhou Lingzhe, wouldn’t you agree?"

As she spoke, her gaze shifted away from Yang Wufeng, seemingly ignoring him altogether, focusing instead on Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan met the woman’s gaze, and in that moment, he shuddered—their eyes locked, and he saw a pair of eyes deep, vivacious, and stunningly beautiful to the extreme!

Even having seen countless Immortal-class women, he could recall no one with such captivatingly beautiful eyes.