Chapter 167P2 - Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

"I'm sorry... I... I came to find you." She spoke cautiously, "I have something I really want to tell you, but you never come back." Gu Peijiu did not respond. The young girl wrapped her left arm around Gu Peijiu's neck, her right hand hidden within her wide sleeve. She lowered her head and whispered softly in Gu Peijiu's ear, "Senior Sister, I..." As she leaned down, the ends of her black hair danced with the wind. The breath... it was the same breath. But. It wasn't A Chan! Gu Peijiu's pupils contracted sharply, and she suddenly leapt back! At that moment, the girl's voice turned cold and sinister, "I have wanted you dead for a long time." Yet her encircling arm tightened suddenly. But due to Gu Peijiu's retreat, the dagger in the girl's right hand veered off course, stabbing directly an inch below the left chest! A moment of intense pain! That stab seemed to pierce the soul. Gu Peijiu's face turned pale, but a slight smile curved her lips. She gently murmured as if releasing a breath, "Thank goodness..." Thank goodness, thank goodness you're not her. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, swaying in the wind, accentuating Gu Peijiu's piercing smile. "Thank goodness? Doesn't it hurt?" Su Chan, with her arm around Gu Peijiu’s neck, spoke with a languid allure, like a venomous snake, her voice poisonous as she taunted, "It hurts, doesn't it?" Gu Peijiu didn't look at her, only replied softly, "You're not her, truly, that's such a relief." "Ha." Su Chan laughed lightly, "I never expected you to be so sentimental, but out of goodwill..." A searing pain began to spread from the wound. Gu Peijiu's pupils contracted slightly! "For a fractured soul reincarnation like you, the Netherworld Dagger is a deadly weapon." Su Chan mimicked Xia Wuyin's speech lightly, "Senior Sister, rather than worry about others, perhaps you should worry about yourself..." Gu Peijiu wasn't quite sure what the Netherworld Dagger was, but the dense, excruciating sensation was crystal clear, permeating her soul, rendering her body completely immobilized. "Ah, so you managed to see through it all." Su Chan sneered, pulling out the Netherworld Dagger. Blood burst forth, staining the white Danfeng robe a vibrant red. Tianzhu Ling rushed over, but the next moment, Su Chan pressed the cold Netherworld Dagger against Gu Peijiu's pale neck, the sharp blade leaving a thin line of blood on her snow-white skin. The overwhelming aura of Blood-Dyed Spring and Autumn expanded menacingly. The two ancient garment demons were evenly matched, but since Gu Peijiu was held by Su Chan, it stopped all its actions. —Blood-Dyed Spring and Autumn. She stared at Su Chan for a moment, enunciating clearly, "…Demon Sect… Su Chan." Her consciousness... was beginning to blur. Stalemate. Su Chan chuckled lightly, "It's impressive you can still recognize me in your current state, barely standing." "Why?" Despite the soul-wrenching pain, Gu Peijiu remained composed, "I am merely a humble Danfeng disciple, not worthy of your supreme concern, let alone your personal intervention." "Then you underestimate yourself, Senior Sister." Su Chan gently licked the dagger, the crimson blood staining her lips a vivid red, "But if you must know, I just want to see what someone who never bleeds or cries would look like if one day... they bled, they cried." "…" Blood dripped, one drop at a time, onto the ground, blossoming into vibrant blooms. "Now, I've seen you bleed." Su Chan's smile brightened radiantly, an innate happiness in her expression as she approached Gu Peijiu and softly asked, "What would it take for you to cry? To feel pain? Just now—did it feel painful?" In the distance, the crowd stirred restlessly, seemingly due to someone’s sudden appearance, the harrowing wails of slaughtered demons casting the world into a hellish realm— "Wow, amazing!" "…" "Who is that? I've never seen them before." Lu Que exclaimed in awe, gazing at a girl with a scythe in the distance. The girl's figure moved like lightning, swift as the wind, her scythe drawing billowing white cloud patterns, orchestrating an effortless massacre with every motion. Lu Que strained to see clearly the embroidered cloud patterns trailing behind the girl. She seemed to be searching for someone, drifting through, killing demons as she went. Ye Ze had no interest in looking around, "Let's find Senior Sister quickly." Su Chan said, "Seeing your beloved near death, it’s agonizing, isn’t it?” She leaned close to Gu Peijiu’s cheek, her tender hand caressing gently, smiling alluringly, "Watching her leave you... that hurts too, doesn’t it?” —Goodbye, A Chan. Su Chan pressed the sharp dagger against her throat, tightening it slightly, whispering, "If I kill you with this face, will it make you suffer? Make you cry?" Gu Peijiu looked at the face identical to Su Chan and Xia Wuyin, her expression impassive. She knew that person wouldn’t be like this. That child possessed the kindest and most compassionate soul hidden beneath a carefree smile. The same face, but completely different. Gu Peijiu enunciated, "No." Su Chan's gaze chilled, but then she smiled again, "You're truly heartless. If she heard this, wouldn’t she be heartbroken?" Gu Peijiu stood, but the poison of the Netherworld Dagger was formidable indeed, numbing her senses almost completely. Her vision... slowly dimmed. Whatever was being said… she could barely hear it anymore. ... Just the right fit, the incomplete soul in the body was stimulated by spirit poison, gradually feeling overwhelmed and helpless. But there was something she wanted to say. She really wanted to say it. Su Chan spoke softly as she caressed Gu Peijiu's cheek, "That stab earlier was meant to kill you... You're lucky you dodged it, but..." "Senior Sister?!" Not far away, Ye Ze was the first to notice Gu Peijiu standing still, and— The chilling dagger pressed against her neck, along with... the one holding it. Ye Ze's steps came to an abrupt halt. Aside from Lu Que, a significant number of people followed Ye Ze, as Ye Ze was considered the second formidable force after Gu Peijiu. "...Isn't that...?" "What’s going on?" "Is that... the Governor?" Su Chan's peripheral vision caught sight of Ye Ze and the others, her smile growing even gentler as she applied more pressure, finishing what she had to say, "But you won't be so lucky again." "Is that a dagger—Is the Governor trying to kill the Senior Sister?!" someone exclaimed in shock! "Why?!" Ye Ze charged forward, sword in hand! Su Chan turned slightly, seeing him, and raised her eyebrows slightly. Is this... the orphan from the Guicheng Ye family? Now this is interesting. She then let out a playful "Oh," saying, "It’s been a while." Ye Ze's movement with his sword came to a halt, faced with Xia Wuyin's smiling face, he suddenly felt his sword grow heavy, unbearably so. "...Why?!" Ye Ze gripped his sword tightly, his words almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "Xia Wuyin!! She's your... Senior Sister!!" "You're not like this!!!" …Interesting. Someone who can’t even tell who’s who is telling her she’s not like this. Su Chan laughed, casually, and didn’t release her grip on the dagger, "Oh? And what kind of person do you think I am?" Ye Ze found himself at a loss for words. …What kind of person is Xia Wuyin? Up to this day, he suddenly realized he didn’t truly understand who Xia Wuyin was at all. It was the case three years ago, and even more so now. But... no matter what, the Xia Wuyin in his memory couldn’t possibly be someone who'd forget gratitude! She would never... be like this! "Oh~ Don't bother saying it, I've already figured it out." Su Chan looked at Ye Ze, her smile sweet and soft, "You probably think I’m the kind of saint who risks her life to save others from danger, right?" Ye Ze’s body instantly went rigid. "Come now, the saint committed a bad deed, hurry up and kill her then, that way you can vent your anger." Su Chan spoke nonchalantly, "After all, a bad person who does one good deed will instantly become a saint, while a good person who slips will fall from grace and turn into a devil." Ye Ze's face grew pale. He recalled a time long ago when this very person once charged alone into a den of evil spirits, with a broken leg, body trembling, as she held his head, speaking every word with certainty. "...Don’t be impulsive, brother." In the end, three years ago, he betrayed that trust. Even as he climbed the ranks at Jianfeng, he couldn’t forget Xia Wuyin's disbelieving eyes at the end. Did Xia Wuyin... understand him? Had he convinced himself he understood her, which only made it harder to believe? A slight pang of hurt pierced Ye Ze’s heart. …Who truly stands taller? No one is truly nobler than anyone else. But it’s exactly because of this, he couldn’t lift his sword. "Brother Ye! Take action!! If the Senior Sister dies—we’ll all perish here!" "...Chief Xia... no, Xia Wuyin has betrayed us, the Senior Sister treated her so well, how could she do this?!" "Strike now, brother!" The calls for battle echoed in his ears. Ye Ze tightened his grip on the sword, like he suddenly remembered, or perhaps it was the only thing capable of giving him the courage to step forward—he stared fiercely at "Xia Wuyin," "I don't care about anything else, I just want to ask you..." "...Was it you... were you involved in the massacre of my entire Ye family?! Were you... part of it?!"