Chapter 1210

When Xie Buyu learned that the enemy who had killed her master was still alive, her battle spirit surged. No one had called her—she returned alone to the old site, intent on slaying Gou Langtu.

At that time, although Xie Buyu’s strength had long surpassed Master Yan Yong, Gou Langtu was no easy target. After recovering from his injuries, he had unexpectedly stepped into the early Golden God Realm. Their clash was fierce and evenly matched; neither could land a killing blow. Frustrated, Gou Langtu decided to withdraw. Xie Buyu, however, was ready to die alongside him. She threw herself at him with a life-for-a-life determination that terrified Gou Langtu.

Fearing for his life, Gou Langtu abruptly offered to reveal the names of the two who had hidden their identities back then in exchange for safe passage. Xie Buyu paused. “Speak,” she said. Gou Langtu spat out the name Dong Fang Yelai and immediately fled.

Xie Buyu did not give chase. Instead, she recalled Master Yan Yong’s dying words: no matter what, spare Dong Fang Yelai’s life. So that was why he forbade her revenge—he knew Dong Fang Yelai was the culprit, yet protected him to the end. Xie Buyu’s heart churned with conflicting grief and loyalty. How she longed to kill Dong Fang Yelai for her master, but she could not defy ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) his final command.

After three days at the Ruins of the Hall of Fate, Xie Buyu returned in a daze to Wuliang Hall and entered seclusion—not for cultivation, but to restrain her murderous intent. She feared she might kill Dong Fang Yelai if she saw him again, so she never asked him who the second mysterious assailant had been.

But the wind never rests. When Dong Fang Yelai and Zhu Qiyuan dared to move against her, Xie Buyu, in a fury, slew them both. Yet when she finally faced Dong Fang Yelai, she could not strike the fatal blow. Instead, she cut off his legs and imprisoned him in Wuliang Hall, hoping he would atone in agony. She then resumed seclusion, but her bloodthirst would not be quelled—and Dong Fang Yelai yet stirred.

Unable to bear her torment, Xie Buyu finally emerged from seclusion to discover what the illegitimate son of her master truly planned. Was it merely to manipulate junior brother Nangong into rebellion? Surely not so simple.

Upon hearing her account, Dong Fang Yelai sneered, “Nice story. Do you think you can shake my resolve and make me weep to that bastard Yan Yong, begging forgiveness? Dream on.” His arrogance belied the panic in his eyes. He wasn’t a fool—it would have been pointless for Xie Buyu to invent such a lie.

Remembering his years at Yan Yong’s side, he admitted to himself there had been moments of regret—yet too much time had passed to matter now. Damn it, he would see this through! Besides, Yan Yong had always been unfair. Why had he never given Dong Fang Yelai the Xuanba Titan Slayer Axe when he knew Dong Fang Yelai longed for it? Clenching his fists, his face twisted with rage.

Ye Yu, who had been spectating from the crowd, suddenly felt his shoulder grow damp. He turned to see Hong Zhencheng behind him, sobbing. Speechless, Ye Yu transmitted aloud, “What are you crying for? Your master murdered his own father without tears—why are you crying now?” Hong Zhencheng wiped his cheeks and muttered, “I mourn the injustice done to my master by his father. A father’s love is boundless, yet my master received none. Why did that bastard take me as his disciple?” His words struck Ye Yu with the force of revelation. Of course—why had Dong Fang Yelai chosen Hong Zhencheng as his disciple? That junior offered nothing but a unique Dao. Could Dong Fang Yelai’s ultimate trump card be his own pupil?

Before Ye Yu could think further, Dong Fang Yelai roared, “Ye Yu, what are you waiting for? Kill Xie Buyu!” The stunned Ye Yu froze. The assembled gods recoiled in terror—Hong Zhencheng still weeping among them. Even the succubus Bai Shuang, lurking in shadow, looked uncertain. Had Dong Fang Yelai found yet another ally? Had Gou Langtu not promised help? No, since they hadn’t yet met, it wasn’t distrust of Ye Yu’s skill but distrust of Gou Langtu’s promise. That thought eased Ye Yu somewhat, but the situation had already spiraled out of any plan. When should he intervene?

Bai Shuang frowned. Meanwhile Xie Buyu remained unnervingly calm, as if anticipating this exact moment. “So Ye Yu is your backbone,” she said. “Do you really believe he can kill me? And what of that old dog—will he show?” Dong Fang Yelai sneered, “On the brink of death, why ask so much? Ye Yu, kill her!”

“Not in your dreams!” Nangong Yantian sprang up and stood before Xie Buyu without turning around. “Senior sister, I’ve erred for years. To atone, I won’t let anyone harm you before I die. In the Hall of Fate, only the two of us remain.” His loyalty brought tears to Xie Buyu’s eyes—and fury to Dong Fang Yelai’s. “Kill! Kill! Kill!” he bellowed again.

Ye Yu’s form blurred as he suddenly appeared before Dong Fang Yelai and slapped him hard. “I’ll kill you my ass!” he snapped—and that was that.