Kill Me! I Don't Want to Live Anymore!

"Little Jia, where are you going again?"

In a large mansion east of Sun Moon City, belonging to the Sun Moon Sect, a girl dressed in a white embroidered dress was about to climb over the wall when a deep male voice slowly echoed through the courtyard.

"Fa... Father..."

The girl stood straight, lowering her small head. Her long hair, half-tied in a Deer God bun, cascaded down her shoulders like a smooth black waterfall. Her delicate, exquisite face was incredibly pure, but her long eyelashes and freshly applied eyeliner added a touch of allure to her innocent features.

Especially her perfectly aligned, long legs...

"A girl like you is always running off. What kind of behavior is that? Go back inside!"

"No! I don't want to stay home, it's too boring!" the girl protested, gathering her courage.

"How long have you even been home? You're always out gallivanting, or participating in the Sect Grand Tournament. And that Jiang Lin, why team up with him for missions? I'm really worried when you team up with him. What if he gets his wolfish instincts going? Fortunately, you returned safely this time, otherwise, I would have dismantled Twin Pearl Peak."

"What's wrong with teaming up with him? He's not eating our family's rice!"

"He... do you know he sells Dudous at the foot of Twin Pearl Peak at night?!"

"What? Selling Dudous? Wait... why would Father know about Jiang Lin, that beast, selling Dudous, and at night?"

Chen Jia remembered a Peony Dudou she found in her father's study. She had been puzzled, as her mother preferred lotuses, so why would there be a peony design?

Sensing he had let slip too much, Father Chen broke out in a cold sweat:

"No matter what! I absolutely will not allow you to go out! Besides, that kid Jiang Lin has forgotten you anyway."

"That's precisely why I have to go!" Chen Jia pouted, assuming a fighting stance facing her father. "Even though he forgot me, I still remember him from when we were little! That's enough! I'm going to help him!"

"You... you're not even married yet! And you're already running off! You're actually going to attack your own father for some brat!" Father Chen trembled with anger, his mustache twitching. "Fine! I'll just stand here! If you have the guts, hit me! Come on! Kill me! I don't want to live anymore!"

"..."

Seeing his daughter remain motionless, Father Chen rejoiced inwardly. As expected, a father was still more important than some brat from outside.

But who would have known, just as Father Chen's attention wavered, Chen Jia tied up her skirt, adopted a fist stance, and after six steps, with the force of thunder, her small fist landed squarely on her old father's chest.

"Ah..."

A scream echoed throughout the Chen Family residence.

"Hmph!" Chen Jia clapped her hands and, as usual, scaled the wall...

However, just as the girl landed after jumping from the high wall, picked up her bag, dusted off her hands, and took two steps forward, a woman in a Palace Dress with a beautiful and serene face stood before her. Merely standing there with such dignity, the Fist Aura emanating from the woman exerted an invisible pressure.

"Mother... Madam..."

Dragon Gate Sect...

"What should we do? Should we tell Senior Sister Lin about Junior Brother Jiang being ambushed?"

"We can't. Senior Sister Lin just entered the Nascent Soul Realm and is currently in seclusion stabilizing her cultivation. We can't distract her."

"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."

A voice slowly drifted down from the sky. Qin Xiao landed, sheathing his sword. Looking at his junior brothers and sisters, and recalling recent events, Qin Xiao couldn't help but sigh, "Senior Sister Lin has already gone down the mountain."

At the foot of Jade Maiden Mountain, belonging to the Dragon Gate Sect, as the woman in the green dress bowed three times to the sect before turning to leave, an elder with a whisk floated down.

"Old Ancestor..."

Seeing the elder, Lin Qingwan bowed with clasped hands.

"Qingwan, go back."

"No! Qingwan won't go back!"

"Because of that Jiang Lin?"

Her heart's name was directly spoken, and the girl's face flushed slightly, but she still straightened her graceful posture and looked directly at the founding ancestor of the Dragon Gate Sect:

"Yes!"

"He is from the Demonic Sect..."

"He is my junior brother!"

"He considers you his senior sister, but you only consider him your junior brother?"

"Consi..."

"Senior Sister, my name is Jiang Lin, hehehe. Senior Sister, your clothes are so big, no, your clothes are so long. Never mind."

"Senior Sister Lin, let's eat. People are made of iron, and a meal is steel. You'll starve if you miss one."

"Senior Sister, don't be angry with Master. Master isn't just trying to find you a partner because he's worried you'll be too obsessed with cultivation and never get married."

"Oh, Senior Sister, don't hit me, Senior Sister..."

"Senior Sister, here, try my freshly roasted Big Sausage! I'm telling you! This kind of thing is really hard to make. Sausage? Not preserved sausage, but fresh sausage. Come try my Big Sausage."

"Senior Sister Lin! Do you know what? I! Like! You!"

Scenes from the past replayed in the girl's mind. The word "obviously" had been spoken, but the last character, "rán," simply wouldn't come out.

"Sword cultivators cultivate both the mind and the sword. If you can't even understand your own heart, how can you become a true sword cultivator? How can you resist the demon race outside the barren lands in the future?"

The old man waved his horsetail whisk, and the girl's hands, which were gripping her long sword, slowly loosened. Her consciousness gradually faded. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a woman of unknown age, yet who still appeared youthful, quietly materialized and caught her.

"Hehehe, wife, what do you think of my soul chicken soup just now? Doesn't it have a master's demeanor?"

Seeing his wife, the old man's eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled, resembling a farm dog.

"Hurry up and get back to the Sun Moon Sect! If Jiang Lin gets hurt and Qingwan's Dao Heart is damaged! Let's see if you can come back! You can learn foreign languages outside for the rest of your life!"

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

"No! Xueli, you just entered the Dragon Gate Realm from the Bewildering Secret Realm, and you were also affected by the storm from that secret realm's collapse. Your realm is extremely unstable. If you don't recuperate, you might even damage the foundation of your Great Dao! Absolutely not!"

"But! Jiang Lin he!"

"There's no 'but'! Xueli! You have your mission! Have you forgotten the hatred of your sect's annihilation?! Also, do you really not trust Jiang Lin that much?"

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

Before the girl could finish speaking, the Sword Spirit, who had been blocking her, flicked a sword past the girl's brow. The already weak Xiao Xueli slowly lost consciousness.

"Xueli, I'm sorry."

When the girl's eyes opened again, the Sword Spirit had temporarily gained control of the girl's body.

At the same time, in the largest restaurant in Sun Moon City, two men strode in. Perched on the head of one of the men was a cute Little Dragon Girl.

"Papa, what is this place?"

Little Niannian asked softly, wagging her little tail.

"Cough, cough, cough... Children shouldn't ask too many questions."

Jiang Lin gently stroked the girl's silver-white hair. In his eyes, a large "$" appeared