Chapter 851: Fairy Gu, You Don't Want To Either, Do You?
"Yunchi, you want to kill me?"
Ouyang Che twisted his neck, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the expressionless woman holding the divine sword buried in his chest. Shock and absolute disbelief bled into his ragged voice. Gu Yunchi actually wanted him dead.
How was this possible?
For twenty years, he had played the devoted simp, serving her every whim, debasing himself just to coax a single smile from her lips. He had finally moved the elders of both their families to arrange a marriage alliance. They were mere days away from becoming Dao Companions. Yet here she stood, driving a blade through his heart.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for trying to harm Brother Lin Yang."
Gu Yunchi's beautiful, oval face was a mask of frost. Her cherry lips parted to deliver the sentence with chilling indifference. Her clear, almond eyes held not a single drop of pity, reflecting only the cold calculus of murder.
The divine sword clutched in her pale hand pulsed. Razor-sharp sword qi flooded through the steel, violently shredding Ouyang Che's internal organs, tearing through his limbs, his bones, his dantian, and his qi sea.
A few paces away, Zhao Hao stood paralyzed. Cold sweat drenched his back. He had never expected to stumble upon such a gruesome scene—a high-status female cultivator butchering her male companion in cold blood. This was a disaster. The moment she finished with Ouyang Che, she would turn that blade on him to silence the only witness.
The thought drained the color from Zhao Hao's face. His mind screamed at his legs to run, but his body remained locked in place, frozen by the suffocating killing intent saturating the air.
...
'A simp never meets a good end. You can't win a woman's heart by groveling. Why do they never learn?'
Miles away, Shen Anyu watched the bloody betrayal unfold through the feed of the Super-Nanometer Monitoring Robot. A dry, playful smirk tugged at the corners of his handsome face.
Even he felt a flicker of genuine surprise. Gu Yunchi, this famously aloof and stunningly beautiful fairy, had driven a sword through her fiancé's back with such decisive, ruthless precision. Truly, a pretty face hid the sharpest knives. One careless step around a woman like that, and a man would find his throat slit.
'Still, a spectacle like this is an absolute godsend...'
The curve of Shen Anyu's lips deepened into a dark, satisfied smile.
...
Back in the blood-soaked clearing, Ouyang Che endured excruciating agony. The invasive sword qi ravaged his meridians like a thousand spinning blades, carving him apart from the inside out.
Yet the physical torment paled against the crushing weight of her betrayal. She actually wanted to kill him. She was throwing away twenty years of devotion for that worthless trash, Lin Yang.
Ouyang Che had lowered every defense around her. If he had harbored even a sliver of suspicion, this never would have happened. His raw strength slightly eclipsed hers, and he possessed a dormant body-protecting artifact resting in his spatial ring.
But Gu Yunchi had struck with venomous speed, piercing his heart and shredding his vitals before he could even blink. If he were not a body cultivator possessing monstrous vitality, his corpse would already be cooling on the dirt.
Feeling his life force bleeding out into the soil, Ouyang Che let out a ragged, tragic laugh. The sound twisted into something guttural and mad.
"Gu Yunchi!"
"If you want me dead, then we die together!"
"Even if I must drag you down to the Nine Netherworld, I will not walk that dark road alone!"
Boundless rage and pure hysteria dripped from every syllable.
With each word, his dying aura violently expanded. A translucent, white pill materialized just above his crown. It pulsed once, twice, and then violently ruptured like a bursting lung.
A torrential flood of raw, untamed magical power exploded outward, violently surging back into Ouyang Che's broken body. In the span of a single breath, his aura swelled far beyond its original limits, reaching a terrifying, suffocating peak.
...
'He actually self-detonated his False Core. How ruthless.'
Shen Anyu let out a soft sigh of appreciation. That illusory pill hovering above Ouyang Che's head was the very namesake of the False Core realm.
It was the fragile, unstable embryonic form of a true Golden Core. Shattering it meant incinerating decades of painstaking cultivation, permanently crippling one's future. But the immediate payoff was a cataclysmic surge of power, granting the user the devastating might of a true Golden Core expert for a fleeting window of time.
Unless backed into an absolute corner of certain death, no cultivator would ever commit such an act of self-mutilation.
During the False Core realm, cultivators spent years purifying their magical power, solidifying their foundation until the energy condensed into a flawless, tangible Golden Core. Once that core formed, its quality was set in stone. Ambitious talents deliberately lingered in the False Core realm, enduring the bottleneck to forge a superior foundation.
Ninth-grade was the dregs. First-grade was the pinnacle of mortal achievement. Yet legends spoke of realms beyond—Divine, Immortal, and Saint-grade cores.
Recalling the vast inherited memories of Heavenly Venerable Chen Yuhua, Shen Anyu smiled. The accumulated knowledge of a Grand Ascension master was an immeasurable treasure trove.
'I will have to properly thank my dear wife Yuhua later. Very physically, and very diligently.'
...
Facing the apocalyptic pressure of Ouyang Che's detonated False Core, Gu Yunchi's porcelain face remained entirely devoid of emotion. Only a subtle narrowing of her clear, almond eyes betrayed her shifting thoughts.
She had miscalculated. A shattered heart and shredded organs should have been an instant kill, yet his monstrous physique had bought him enough time to trigger mutual destruction.
'I underestimated him.'
The realization only hardened her resolve. Ouyang Che had to die here, today. If he survived to return to the Xuanhuang World, the political fallout would be catastrophic. The Gu Family would be forced to answer to the furious Ouyang patriarchs. This secret could never see the light of day.
"Die!"
Ouyang Che roared, his entire body erupting in blinding golden light. Reckless, burning magical power surged into his fist as he punched forward. The strike tore through the air like a divine war chariot crushing the void.
Gu Yunchi tapped the ground with her toes, her lithe figure soaring backward into the sky, letting the devastating golden punch obliterate the earth where she had just stood.
Her combat instincts were razor-sharp. Ouyang Che's detonated core granted him the raw power of a Golden Core expert, making a head-on clash suicidal. But this borrowed strength was a burning wick. Once his magical power ran dry, he would collapse into dust. She only needed to evade.
"You cannot escape!"
Madness warped Ouyang Che's bloody features. As the youngest son of the Ouyang patriarch, he possessed a notoriously vicious temper. If he had not been utterly obsessed with Gu Yunchi, he never would have played the submissive lapdog for decades. Her betrayal had snapped the last thread of his sanity.
He splayed his fingers, his massive hand clawing at the empty air in the direction of her retreat.
Deafening tremors tore through the ground. Veins of soil and rock twisted together, erupting from the earth as massive earthen dragons. The stone beasts roared into the sky, their heavy jaws snapping at the heavens to drag her down.
Gu Yunchi channeled her magical power into her divine sword, unleashing a storm of sword qi to intercept the beasts. Her strikes, sharp enough to cleave thousand-year meteoric iron, merely chipped away at the unnaturally dense rock.
Worse, a suffocating gravity settled over her shoulders. The surrounding space was actively restricting her movements—a crude, violent imitation of a Golden Core Domain.
Ouyang Che's status in his family was not merely due to his bloodline; his raw talent was monstrous. Had he not been deliberately suppressing his breakthrough to refine his foundation, he would have reached the Golden Core realm years ago.
His desperate, dying frenzy pushed Gu Yunchi to the absolute brink.
Yet her face remained a mask of cool, detached calm. No panic touched her features.
Around her slender figure, ethereal sword phantoms began to materialize. One, two, three... until eighty-one glowing blades hovered in the air. The phantoms wove together into a flawless lattice of offense and defense, shielding her body while systematically shattering the earthen dragons lunging at her throat.
The immense strain drained the rosy color from Gu Yunchi's cheeks, leaving her skin deathly pale. Surviving this onslaught was pushing her to her limits.
Finally, the relentless barrage began to slow. Ouyang Che's golden aura flickered, the vast pressure bleeding out of the air as his incinerated cultivation ran dry.
A fleeting hint of relief flashed through Gu Yunchi's clear eyes.
But in the very next second, the cold composure on her beautiful face violently shattered...
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