47 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Chapter 10: For An Lan, I Would Kill a God! Her entire being felt hollow. She didn't understand. There were so many things she couldn't grasp about this journey to Beilu Province. She grew increasingly certain that there was something wrong with herself, yet she couldn't find any useful clues. This sensation made her feel as if she were suspended in midair, ready to plunge into an abyss at any moment and be impaled by spikes. Suddenly. Laughter erupted from behind her. "Heaven hasn't abandoned me!" Bai Lian recognized Jiang Jing's voice. The ghostly specter had vanished, leaving him without a threat. The female cultivator was also powerless. The palace's collapse triggered several large arrays, and with their ghastly green glow halting her approach to the altar, the female cultivator could do nothing but stare helplessly at each successive twist of fate. Bai Lian understood this. Jiang Jing understood this too. So he stood up, the crisis averted, and the emotional resonance with the Nether Road proved unexpectedly beneficial to him. In less than a quarter-hour, he would be able to spread the news of Bai Lian being the Undying Celestial Sovereign again. Jiang Jing glared at Bai Lian with a twisted expression: "Hundreds of years ago, you fell to the Mortal Dust Sovereign. You should have died back then. Now, after these centuries of lingering on, you should be content!" "…" Bai Lian's breaths came in short gasps. There was no time left. She had to kill Jiang Jing before he could regain his strength, or else the only thing awaiting her and her master would indeed be death. She had been on the brink of despair. However, the appearance of the ghostly specter reignited a spark of hope within her heart. Not because she hoped the specter could kill Jiang Jing, but because she had felt power emanating from it. The specter's unwavering obsession drove it across hundreds of miles to reach the Bronze Valley. Could her own determination really not propel her across this mere few dozen yards? Impossible! The flames from the specter ignited within Bai Lian's heart. "I will kill you, I swear I will kill you!" She gritted her teeth. She struggled arduously to move forward one step, then collapsed from exhaustion, barely managing to prop up her upper body with her arms. In this moment, she had completely lost the composure she once held. Her face was streaked with several lines of blood, her clothes were covered in dust, and her limbs were crisscrossed with fine injuries. Even if someone from the Daoist Immortal Sect saw her now, it would be hard to link her to the proud Senior Sister Bai. Appearance was of no consequence any longer. Without her master, all her pride was merely an empty display! "Oh, what's this? You plan to kill me? Haha, can you even move right now? Even if you somehow crawl to me, can you defeat me in your current state?" Jiang Jing laughed, watching Bai Lian. At Bai Lian’s current pace, it would take her at least half an hour to reach him. By then, he could easily crush her with a single step. He wouldn’t even need to wait for Yue Wuyou to arrive. Bai Lian remained silent. She only fixated Jiang Jing with a fierce gaze. And her mind echoed one single thought— Kill him! For her master's sake, she'd kill him, no matter who stood in her way—even the Celestial Emperor, the Witch Queen, or the Mortal Dust Sovereign. She vowed to use the most brutal means to refine their divine souls, to cast them into an eternal hell of torment. In summary. Kill him, kill him, kill him! One step. Another step. Bai Lian's elbows...