Beat Me to Death! I Don't Want to Live Anymore!

"Little Jia, where are you going again?"

In a large residence east of Sun Moon City, which belonged to the Sun Moon Sect, a girl dressed in a white embroidered palace gown was just about to climb over the wall when a deep, rough male voice slowly rang out across the courtyard.

"F-Father..."

The girl stood ramrod straight with her little head lowered. Her long hair, half-bound in a deer-horn coiffure, cascaded over her shoulders like a smooth black waterfall. Her petite, exquisite face was pure beyond compare, while her long lashes and freshly applied eyeliner added a hint of allure to that innocent little face.

Especially those long legs pressed tightly together without the slightest gap...

"A girl should stay at home instead of always running outside. Who would want a daughter like you? Go back!"

"No! I don't want to stay at home! It's too boring!" the girl retorted, summoning her courage.

"How long have you even stayed at home? You've been wandering around outside, participating in the Sect Grand Tournament, and then there's that Jiang Lin. Couldn't you team up with anyone else? You just had to go on a mission with him. I was already worried sick when you teamed up with him. What if he suddenly showed his beastly side toward you? At least you came back safely this time. Otherwise, I would have torn Twin Pearl Peak apart."

"What's wrong with teaming up with him? He hasn't eaten our family's rice!"

"He... He was selling dudou beneath Twin Pearl Peak at night. Did you know that?!"

"What? Selling dudou? Wait... Why would Father know that Jiang Lin, that beast, was selling dudou—and at night, no less?"

Chen Jia recalled the Peony Dudou she had found in her father's study and found herself puzzled. Her mother liked lotus flowers, so why was there a peony design?

Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, Father Chen broke into a cold sweat.

"No matter what! I absolutely won't let you go out! Besides, that brat Jiang Lin has already forgotten you."

"That's exactly why I have to go out!" Chen Jia pouted as she raised her fists and faced her father. "Even if he's forgotten me, I still remember what he was like when we were children! That's enough! I'm going to help him!"

"Y-You haven't even married yet, and you're already throwing yourself at someone else! You're actually raising your hand against your own father for some brat!" Father Chen's beard trembled with rage. "Fine! I'll stand right here and not move! If you have what it takes, hit me! Come on! Beat me to death! I don't want to live anymore!"

"..."

Seeing that his daughter remained motionless, Father Chen secretly rejoiced. As expected, her father still mattered more than some brat from outside.

But who could have known that, at the instant Father Chen let his attention wander, Chen Jia hitched up her skirt and took a boxing stance. After six steps, she drove forward with the force of thunder, her little fist smashing into her old father's chest.

"Ah..."

A shriek of agony rang throughout the Chen Family residence.

"Hmph!" Chen Jia patted her little hands and climbed over the wall as she usually did...

Yet just as the girl landed from the tall wall, picked up her bundle, dusted off her hands, and took fewer than two steps forward, a woman dressed in court robes with a beautiful, elegant face appeared before her. Simply standing there with dignified poise, the woman's Fist Aura exerted an invisible pressure.

"Mother... dear..."

Dragon Gate Sect...

"What should we do? Should we tell Senior Sister Lin that Junior Brother Jiang is being surrounded?"

"We can't. Senior Sister Lin has only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm and is currently in seclusion to stabilize her cultivation. How could she afford to be distracted?"

"But what if something happens to Junior Brother Jiang? Even though he betrayed the Dragon Gate Sect, he's still our junior brother."

"Why don't we ask Senior Brother Qin Xiao? Senior Brother Qin Xiao usually has the best relationship with Junior Brother Jiang."

"Good idea. Let's go find him now."

"No need to look for me."

Qin Xiao's voice drifted down slowly from the sky. He landed after sheathing his sword and looked at his junior brothers and sisters. Recalling everything that had happened recently, he could not help sighing. "Senior Sister Lin has already gone down the mountain."

At the foot of Jade Maiden Mountain in the Dragon Gate Sect, just as a woman in a cyan dress finished bowing three times toward the sect and turned to leave, an old man holding a horsetail whisk drifted down from the sky.

"Grand Ancestor..."

Seeing the old man, Lin Qingwan bent at the waist and cupped her hands in salute.

"Qingwan, go back."

"No! Qingwan won't go back!"

"Because of that Jiang Lin?"

Her heart's name had been brought up so directly that the girl's delicate face flushed slightly. Even so, she straightened her graceful figure and looked straight at the founding grand ancestor of the Dragon Gate Sect.

"Yes!"

"He's a member of the Demon Sect..."

"He's my junior brother!"

"He considers you his senior sister. Do you only consider him your junior brother?"

"Consider..."

"Senior Sister, my name is Jiang Lin. Hehehe, Senior Sister, your clothes are really big. No, wait, your clothes are really long. Forget it, I won't say anything."

"Senior Sister Lin, come eat. People are iron and food is steel; if you skip a meal, you'll go hungry."

"Senior Sister, don't quarrel with Master. Isn't the old man only trying to find you a match because he's worried that you'll be so absorbed in cultivation that you'll never marry?"

"Ah, Senior Sister, don't hit me! Senior Sister..."

"Senior Sister, come, try the Big Sausage I just roasted! I'm telling you, this thing is really hard to make. Cured sausage? No, not cured sausage—sausage. Come, try my Big Sausage."

"Senior Sister Lin! You know what? I! Adore! You!"

Scene after scene from the past echoed through the girl's mind. She had already spoken the word "consider," but she could not bring herself to say the final "you."

"A Sword Cultivator cultivates both the heart and the sword. With the sword behind the heart, if you cannot even understand your own feelings, how can you become a true Sword Cultivator? And how will you resist the wildlands' demon tribes in the future?"

The old man swept out with his horsetail whisk. The girl's hands slowly loosened around her sword, and her consciousness gradually faded. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a woman of unknown age, yet still as youthful as a maiden, quietly appeared and caught her.

"Hehehe, dear, how did you like that soul-stirring spiritual sermon of mine? Did it have the bearing of a master?"

Seeing his wife, the old man narrowed his eyes in a grin like a farm dog.

"Hurry up and get your ass to the Sun Moon Sect. If something happens to Jiang Lin and Qingwan's Dao Heart is damaged, just see whether you can come back! Stay outside and learn foreign languages for the rest of your life!"

"Elder Sister Sword Spirit... let me out. Jiang Lin is in danger!"

"No! Xueli, you've only just entered the Dragon Gate Realm after leaving the Bewildering Secret Realm, and you were also caught in the storm from that Secret Realm's collapse. Your cultivation is extremely unstable. If you don't regulate your breathing, you could even damage the foundation of your Dao! You absolutely cannot go!"

"But! Jiang Lin..."

"There are no buts! Xueli! You have your mission! Have you forgotten the vengeance of your sect's destruction?! Besides, do you really not trust Jiang Lin?"

The girl clenched her teeth and lowered her head, her fingernails digging into her flesh. "I'm sorry, Elder Sister Sword Spirit, but I still have to..."

Before the girl could finish, the Sword Spirit blocking her swept her sword past the girl's brow. Xiao Xueli, already weak, slowly lost consciousness.

"Xueli, I'm sorry."

When the girl opened her eyes again, the Sword Spirit had temporarily taken control of her body.

At the same time, in the largest restaurant belonging to the Sun Moon Sect, two men strode inside. A cute Little Dragon Girl was perched atop one of their heads.

"Papa, what place is this?"

Little Niannian swayed her little tail and asked in a soft, childish voice.

"Ahem, ahem... Children shouldn't ask so many questions."

Jiang Lin gently stroked the girl's silvery-white hair, and a gigantic "$" appeared in his eyes.