Chapter 6: This Girl Wants to End Her Life

Chapter 6: This Girl Wants to Commit Suicide

The entire square was filled with thousands of people, their eyes fixed tightly on the revered ancestor of the Azure Cloud Sect. Every heart seemed to leap into their throat, for if that young woman so much as misplaced her hand, her overwhelming sword intent could end the ancestor’s life.

The air suddenly grew heavy and silent; even breaths were audible.

Then, a gentle voice softly broke the silence, like a heavenly melody.

“Xiaoying, I... I’ve been searching for you... it’s been so hard!”

Chen Ping’an’s eyes shone with clarity and tenderness as he opened his arms and slowly approached his former girlfriend.

This young girl was on the edge of losing control—no matter what, he had to steady her chaotic emotions and prevent her from doing something foolish.

“Truly befitting the ancestor—calm and composed in the face of life and death, no wonder she’s the fortunate one who survived the Everlasting Coffin...” the Profound Ancestor sighed softly, his eyes full of admiration.

Shao Qing suddenly looked toward the other ancestors, his expression stern: “You all must learn from the ancestor.”

The others hurriedly agreed.

Watching the strikingly beautiful ancestor of the Azure Cloud Sect move forward step by step with deep affection, so overwhelmingly handsome it was almost unbearable, the beauties in the square felt their hearts shatter.

“Wuwu, even if he abandons me, I will forgive him...” one woman sobbed.

“Even if he kills me, I won’t blame him. I’ll forgive him even as a ghost...” another woman declared stubbornly.

Forgive him as a ghost?

The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect outside the square were moved by those words.

“Wuwu...” yet another woman wiped her tears, saying, “Even if he gave me to a rival and fathered a bunch of kids, I would still forgive him and let the children call him father...”

Goodness gracious! Such forgiveness!

Not only the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect, but even the sect leader Du Rulong standing nearby was stunned—when women are obsessed, they truly become insane!

Behind the mountain, Qin Jian stomped his foot in frustration. “Damn it, these women’s cultivation levels are even higher than mine!”

“*Cough!*” the awkward Profound Ancestor quickly coughed and said, “Sword Ancestor, the ancestor is but a mortal. You should extinguish such thoughts!”

Qin Jian nodded silently.

She was a formidable being of the Divine Void realm, with a powerful body. The ancient gate could only be opened by someone of her cultivation.

If the ancestor was merely mortal, even trying to pry it open with a hammer would be impossible.

The women in the square murmured quietly among themselves. Chen Ping’an’s hearing wasn’t keen, so he didn’t catch their whispers. He was wholly focused on approaching Fu Hongying, determined to steady the young girl.

“Stop right there!”

Fu Hongying’s eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down her face as her emotions surged. Her sword trembled uncontrollably, the potent sword intent flickering at its tip, seeming on the verge of spiraling out of control.

This damned girl was only getting more riled up.

Chen Ping’an’s face paled slightly with frustration. Fu Hongying was truly troublesome—did she really want to force him to use the rewards from the novice gift pack?

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“Xiaoying.” Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping’an murmured, “Tonight, we’ll stay in the same room. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything.”

In their past lives, these were their secret words.

Whenever he said this, Xiaoying would giggle softly like the chime of silver bells, blush deeply, and rush inside to bathe.

Du Rulong was closest to Chen Ping’an.

Hearing that, he was dumbfounded, thinking, “No wonder the ancestor is so skilled at wooing; why didn’t I think of such a fresh and elegant phrase?”

“Won’t do anything?”

The beauties in the square grew excited too, seemingly understanding the implication.

“That old fellow!”

From afar, Ning Yao shook her head, teeth clenched in anger.

Daring to say such things in front of everyone—doesn’t this ancestor have any shame? Truly not afraid of disgracing the Azure Cloud Sect!

Fu Hongying, hearing this, shuddered as if struck by lightning, whispering, “You... you did everything.”

No, not yet—the last step remained undone, Chen Ping’an protested silently.

He had lived for ten thousand years and was still as pure as ever.

Fu Hongying’s emotions spiraled again, her expression fierce like a vengeful spirit as she roared, “Wang Ye, you ran off with another woman later! I... I will kill you!”

A thunderous roar of sword intent erupted, coalescing into a massive sword stream that blasted toward Chen Ping’an’s chest like lightning.

“This girl has lost her mind. Getting her forgiveness is going to be very difficult...” Chen Ping’an sighed inwardly.

“Ancestor!”

Du Rulong closed his eyes, unable to bear watching the ancestor’s blood splatter five paces away.

The ancestor stood only two or three meters from the girl, who was a Divine Void expert—there was no stopping her.

Many beauties fainted in fear.

If the Azure Cloud Sect ancestor died, their hopes of marrying into nobility would be utterly shattered.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed throughout the square.

“Xiaoying, you’re as stubborn as ever. Have you caused enough trouble?”

Just as everyone thought the ancestor’s death was certain, a golden light dome rose slowly amid the blast’s glow.

Inside the golden dome, the ancestor stood unharmed.

This scene stunned countless onlookers.

“The ancestor is unharmed, thank heavens...” Qin Jian wept uncontrollably.

If the ancestor had died, she wouldn’t want to live anymore.

Even if she wasn’t the ancestor’s person in life, in death she would be his ghost.

“What treasure is that golden dome protecting the ancestor from the attacks of a Divine Void expert?” one elder asked.

Another elder was shocked. “Indeed, the ancestor is mortal—how can she wield such a powerful artifact?”

“You two know nothing! Surviving the Everlasting Coffin is more than just luck!” the Profound Ancestor sneered. “The ancestor has lived ten thousand years, with a foundation surpassing saints and rivaling the supreme. What can a mere Divine Void woman do to her?”

Hearing this, the gathered elders were filled with admiration and reverence for the ancestor.

All along, the ancestor was regarded as a mere mortal.

Yet today, this “mortal” taught them a lesson—no mortal is so insignificant as to be shaken like an ant!

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Not killed?

Fu Hongying, still emotionally unbalanced, was stunned at first. Seeing Chen Ping’an unharmed, her hatred erupted again as she swung her sword anew.

“Xiaoying, give up. You can’t defeat me.”

Chen Ping’an spoke softly.

His words only poured fuel on the fire. Fu Hongying attacked wildly, sword light filling the center of the square.

The Profound Ancestor’s expression changed; with a wave of his hand, a light dome descended from the sky, blocking the aftershocks of the explosion.

Boom boom...

The surging sword light battered for a full hour before subsiding. Fu Hongying was exhausted, her spiritual power nearly depleted—she could hold on no longer.

A system voice rang out: “Diamond Dome duration: twelve hours. Host may cancel at any time.”

“System, this Diamond Dome is impressive!” Chen Ping’an praised silently.

Looking around, he thought today’s massive social disaster might ruin his plans to take a concubine.

Now he had to find a way to get Fu Hongying to forgive him—only then could he claim the system’s reward. With that, he could rise swiftly on his cultivation path, surpass the great emperors, and become a true immortal.

Half an hour later, the sword light faded. Fu Hongying was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her spiritual power nearly exhausted.

Her emotions vented, she calmed somewhat.

“This scumbag... can’t kill him...” despair filled her heart.

At that moment, she thought of suicide, slowly lifting her sword to rest against her snow-white jade neck.

No!

This girl wanted to kill herself!

Having once been in love, Chen Ping’an understood Fu Hongying’s nature well enough to sense the gravity of the situation.

If his former girlfriend died, all his efforts would be in vain.

He couldn’t let her die.

He withdrew the Diamond Dome and dashed forward in a single bound, grabbing the sword from Fu Hongying’s hand.

The blade was sharp; his five fingers were cut.

Blood, like pearls breaking free from a string, silently dripped through his fingers.

(End of Chapter)