After Changing To The Ruthless Way The Brothers Cried And Begged For Forgiveness Chapter 104

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Even after twenty years, Master Zi Wei had never forgotten that face, seen only once. It was like a nightmare etched deeply into her mind. She had thought she would never encounter him again, but here he was!

Master Zi Wei was both shocked and terrified, her throat feeling as though it were stuffed with something, forcing her to retch.

“You’ve seen me? Then I can’t let you live.”

The man in black cast her a cold glance and flicked his finger, sending out a streak of spiritual light.

“No…”

Master Zi Wei could only utter a single syllable before her entire being turned to ash, vanishing into the heavens and earth.

The man in black lifted his gaze, looking in the direction where Yu Zhao had fled. A playful smile curled at his lips.

He enjoyed watching people struggle before death, especially when he first gave them hope, only to slowly crush it. Their despair and twisted expressions were the most delightful feast for him.

He lingered deliberately for a moment before leisurely continuing the pursuit.

A forceful aura suddenly filled the heavens and earth, as if a war god had descended.

The man in black paused, his figure stiffening as he stared warily at the woman in red standing ahead. His brows furrowed deeply. Her imposing presence surpassed even his own—was she at the late Nascent Soul stage?

He had never seen this woman before. Was her appearance here a coincidence, or had she been waiting for him deliberately?

The man in black hesitated, wavering in his thoughts.

The higher his cultivation, the more he feared death. For this reason, he coerced the Merfolk Tribe to implant Heart Demon Marks in influential cultivators, constantly searching for secrets to prolong his life.

Now, confronted by a Nascent Soul cultivator blocking his way, his first thought wasn’t to fight but to seek a peaceful resolution.

“Fellow Daoist, may I ask why you are obstructing me?”

The man in black cupped his fists in inquiry. While his attitude wasn’t entirely humble, it was polite.

He believed he had shown sufficient respect, but the woman in red merely sneered, her gaze brimming with disdain.

A flicker of anger passed through the man’s eyes, but he suppressed it and continued in a cold voice, “Fellow Daoist, I have no intention of opposing you. Please step aside and do not interfere with my business.”

Her response was unyielding:

“Those who block me… will die!!!”

Her overwhelming aura shook his soul.

For the first time, the man in black felt a surge of hesitation. He silently gave himself an excuse—there was no need to risk a conflict with a Nascent Soul master over a mere Merfolk.

Yet leaving without a fight would be humiliating.

His eyes gleamed with calculation as he feigned retreat, only to suddenly spin and strike. A palm aimed at the woman in red.

This strike contained nearly fifty percent of his spiritual power.

As his attack surged forth, the air rippled, distorting the very space around them.

The man in black had no intention of truly harming her. In his mind, the blow would miss, and he could take the opportunity to retreat gracefully without offending her further.

But what happened next was utterly unexpected.

The woman in red didn’t dodge. Instead, his palm landed squarely on her chest.

His hand passed through her body, striking the mountain behind her.

The mountain shuddered with a thunderous crash. Half of its midsection disintegrated instantly, sending massive boulders tumbling and a cloud of dust into the air.

Dumbfounded, the man in black turned his head back. He watched as the figure of the woman in red slowly faded and finally dissolved into smoke.

A fake?

An illusion?

Realizing the truth, a surge of shame and fury rushed to his head.

Such humiliation!

Such disgrace!

He had been duped by a mere illusion!

The man in black, who once dismissed Yu Zhao as a reckless minor, now harbored a hatred so intense it seemed to seep into his bones. A mere Golden Core cultivator dared to toy with a Nascent Soul master? Such insolence demanded punishment.

Enraged, he abandoned his playful pursuit. With three swift strides, his figure blurred like a meteor, instantly closing the gap. After his third step, the fleeing silhouettes of Yu Zhao and Ji Han Zhou appeared within his line of sight.

“Ah, so the desperate pair are nothing more than runaway lovers!” His voice was soft, yet it thundered in their ears like a clap of lightning.

Ji Han Zhou faltered, blood spilling uncontrollably from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Even Yu Zhao felt her insides churn as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Suppressing a groan, her heart sank—clearly, the Purple Gold Pot had bought them only a fleeting reprieve. To deceive ordinary cultivators might have been plausible, but to elude the keen senses of a Nascent Soul master was a Herculean task.

Knowing she was out of time, Yu Zhao resolved to unleash her ultimate weapon. From her storage pouch, she retrieved a perfectly round Teleportation Pearl, a rare treasure she had once traded with Su Ming.

This pearl, bearing the illustrious name Teleportation Pearl, could transport its user to a random location thousands of miles away upon shattering. Its randomness was both its greatest strength and greatest danger. Stories abounded—some spoke of people who had been teleported straight into an active volcano and perished in its flames. Others recounted miraculous tales of being whisked into untapped secret realms teeming with treasures, as happened to the famed Ye Cong Xin, known as the Treasure Beauty.

When Yu Zhao acquired the pearl from Su Ming, she hadn’t entertained dreams of usurping Ye Cong Xin’s fortune. She had merely sought a contingency plan for moments of utmost desperation—and that moment was now.

Crack!

Yu Zhao crushed the pearl without hesitation. A strange force enveloped her and Ji Han Zhou, followed by an overwhelming sensation of compression. Before her, a fissure silently opened in the void. Clutching Ji Han Zhou, she leapt into the rift without a second thought.

The man in black arrived just in time to see the fissure seal shut before his eyes. His bloodshot gaze darkened further as an unrestrained roar of fury erupted from him.

“Damn it! Damn it all!” he howled, shaking the heavens. “She had a Teleportation Pearl?!”

Who was this woman? How could she possess such a trove of rare and peculiar treasures?

Yet his anger soon gave way to a twisted glee. A talented young woman, wealthy and resourceful, and clearly in possession of extraordinary artifacts—such a person undoubtedly held the secret to extending life. At the very least, she would have even more treasures he could claim for himself.

If the Teleportation Pearl could transport someone up to ten thousand miles, it meant her escape route was limited. As long as he searched every inch of land within that radius, she would have no place to hide—unless she had another Teleportation Pearl, which was exceedingly unlikely.

The man’s lips curled into a cold sneer. “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. Soon, you’ll be in my grasp.”

Releasing his divine sense, he meticulously scanned his surroundings. No movement, not even that of a fly, would escape his notice.

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