TNIBFT -Chapter 275 I’ll Tell You After You Die

Her voice was icy and sharp, carrying an unparalleled authority that echoed across the empty courtyard.

Silence!

Still, no one responded.

On the mountaintop, the fierce wind howled, whipping everyone’s robes and cloaks. Qin Fengyi’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly as she carefully scanned the surroundings.

Beside her, Nanfeng slowly drew the long sword at his waist, his vigilant gaze fixed on the vermilion gates atop the high platform. “Lord, I’ll go in first and take a look.”

“Wait!”

Qin Fengyi raised a hand, stopping him quietly.

Seeing her serious expression, as if she were straining to listen intently, Nanfeng turned his head and fell silent, seemingly able to faintly hear footsteps.

“Thump… thump…”

“Thud!”

Outside the gates, the armored soldiers exchanged wary glances. One by one, they drew their weapons, ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

A short while later:

Creak…

The door’s creaking sound seemed unusually eerie at this moment. The armored soldiers all looked up and saw the vermilion wooden doors atop the platform slowly opening.

A woman stepped out. She wore a long, flowing red brocade robe, her figure enchanting, moving slowly and deliberately toward the courtyard.

Her long eyebrows reached toward her temples. Her face was powdered with lead-white makeup, her features adorned in a dazzling, luxurious style. Her eyes sparkled with seduction and charm. “Have you killed this many people?”

“Seems you’re quite capable, huh?”

At first, she appeared shocked. Then her tone shifted as she looked at Qin Fengyi, eyes slightly narrowed, reflecting both jealousy and admiration.

In this world, there could be no one more beautiful than her. If there were… they would have to die!

Both sides confronted each other. A fierce battle was about to erupt!

“Master!”

“Master!”

Ye Shuangxue’s childish voice rang from behind. Standing atop the corpses, Sun Wuji, whose eyes had once been empty, lifted his gaze slightly toward the gate.

His eyes were blood-red. In his sight, a small figure was approaching him.

Who is that?

His mind went blank, but his stiff limbs moved as if compelled, instinctively wanting to advance.

Hearing his daughter’s voice, Qin Fengyi turned in surprise. “Shuangxue, don’t come any closer!”

She shouted in alarm, but seeing Sun Wuji drenched in blood, Ye Shuangxue didn’t think. She dashed toward him, and behind her, the familiar ugly man followed closely. Sun Yang also brought men right after.

“Shuangxue!”

Qin Fengyi tensed, fearing her daughter’s impulsiveness—there must be traps in this courtyard.

As Qin Fengyi tried to hold her daughter back, Old Yang, distracted for just a moment, charged straight through the gates. “You half-man, half-woman freak! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of Sun Senior! Watch my Beiming Blade technique!”

Old Yang drew his long sword, using all his strength. The blade carried the force of a ninth-tier expert, seeming unstoppable.

On the high platform, Wei Wuhuan sneered.

He moved with calm composure, slowly raising his hand. The long red sleeve slid down, revealing snow-white, dazzling skin. Around his wrist was a pale purple bracelet.

He clapped lightly: “Clang clang…”

The crisp sound of bells rang out. Old Yang felt as if the sound penetrated his mind, disrupting his thoughts—but it wasn’t an attack.

“Die, you dead demon!”

Old Yang swung his sword: “Bang!”

The long sword was caught bare-handed. Old Yang stared in shock. “Sun Senior?”

“We’re on the same side. I came to save you. You—”

Before Old Yang could realize it, Sun Wuji’s face was expressionless, his eyes hollow like a puppet’s. Before Old Yang could finish, the next moment: “Boom!”

A tremendous impact.

Old Yang was sent flying several meters by Sun Wuji’s palm strike.

“Damn…” Old Yang struggled on the ground, clutching his chest while casually wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “What the hell’s going on? Sun Senior… were you bribed?”

Old Yang couldn’t imagine why Sun Wuji would attack him.

Could it be… he had taken a fancy to that half-man, half-woman monster?

“You… your disciple begged me to save you, and this is how you repay me?!”

Seeing Sun Wuji step closer, the aura in his palm surging, Old Yang lay on the ground, scrambling with hands and feet, terrified: “Damn it! You’re ruining your reputation at the end of your life! I’m not saying this to—”

Before he could finish, Sun Wuji, expressionless, raised his hand. The aura wrapped around his palm, and even before it reached his face, Old Yang felt a scorching heat, like the taste of death itself.

At that critical moment—

“Bang!”

A silver spear whistled through the air, forcing Sun Wuji back. Old Yang was so scared he nearly wet himself, his legs going weak as he crawled away.

Damn it, I almost lost my life!

Sun Wuji then turned, looking at Qin Fengyi, spear in hand.

The two stood facing each other.

Qin Fengyi swung her silver spear, the wind roaring as the aura sliced through the air. Her long, ink-black hair moved as if alive, and she commanded: “Go!”

“Everyone, exit the courtyard and protect the princess!”

“Yes!”

The Iron Armor Army immediately followed orders. Old Yang staggered back to the doorway, trembling, collapsing to the ground.

“Shuangxue, Uncle Yang almost died today because of you. When I grow old, you mustn’t look down on me…”

“Damn it, it’s not that I can’t fight back—it’s that I didn’t react in time! That old Sun, he’s only been gone a few days, and now he’s betraying us?”

“If it weren’t for Lord Meng… wait, did they say princess?”

Old Yang muttered to himself, blinking his clever little eyes.

Had he been struck stupid? Was he imagining things?

It must be!

Ye Shuangxue stood at the doorway, watching Qin Fengyi and Sun Wuji fighting in the courtyard, her eyes misted with tears.

On one side was her mother.

On the other was her master—both the people she loved most.

Why?

“Why?” Ye Shuangxue’s heart burned with anger. Seeing Wei Wuhuan on the high platform, grinning maliciously, shaking the bell on his wrist as he laughed, her eyes turned red. It was him!

He’s the one controlling Master!

Nanfeng and the others formed a protective circle behind Ye Shuangxue, their expressions worried as they watched the scene unfold. Ye Shuangxue grabbed Old Yang’s long sword from the ground.

“Shhraaak!”

The blade scraped against the ground with a shrill metallic sound.

Her eyes fierce, Ye Shuangxue seized the moment when Nanfeng was distracted and charged into the courtyard with the sword: “You dare bully me? I’ll kill you!”

The little girl was like a cornered beast, reckless as she barreled toward Wei Wuhuan on the high platform.

“No!”

“Protect the princess!”

Nanfeng reacted, panic-stricken. The entire Iron Armor Army, disregarding any traps, drew their blades and rushed into the courtyard.

“My goodness, my life is also precious…”

Old Yang gritted his teeth, helplessly slapping his thigh.

Seeing Ye Shuangxue charging in, he had no choice but to stand and join the fray.

“My sword—where’s my sword?”

“Where’s the sword?”

Wei Wuhuan’s combat strength wasn’t high; only an eighth rank. Seeing so many masters entering, he waved his wrist, the strange bell ringing. The Iron Armor Army’s movements slowed by half a beat; some became dizzy, others clutched their heads in pain.

“You wretched bastard!”

“It’s you! You’ve ruined everyone!”

Ye Shuangxue was furious. It was the first time she had cursed someone. Seeing so many people protecting her uncle while suffering, her anger surged, swinging the long sword.

Wei Wuhuan frowned, staring at the clear-eyed little girl before him, shocked: “Who… who are you?”

“Why is the Divine Maiden Palace’s treasured artifact useless against you?”

Wei Wuhuan was bewildered.

“After you die, I’ll tell you!”