The End of the Mad Corpse

His gentle gaze instantly sharpened like swords, locking onto Zhang Sanxian. His voice was dry with shock. "You—you possess this kind of power?!"

Hua Yuanqing—or rather, Gu Qianjue—was all too familiar with the purity and nature of this heart-eroding force.

It was unmistakably the power of his daughter, the secret weapon of the demonic cult he had personally "nurtured" for twenty years.

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Facing Hua Yuanqing's uncertain, startled gaze, Zhang Sanxian spoke calmly, every word honed like a blade:

"Before your daughter, Gu Youlian, gave all her power to me, she asked me to pass a message on to you."

He paused slightly. His pale eyes seemed to pierce through the painted skin concealing Gu Qianjue, staring straight into the depths of his soul.

"She said that she remembered every torment of the past twenty years with perfect clarity. She also said—the road to the Yellow Springs is cold, and she will wait for you to walk it with her."

Boom!

That single sentence utterly shattered Hua Yuanqing—or rather, Gu Qianjue's—defenses.

Peacefulness, warmth, compassion, mercy—all his disguises vanished into ashes in an instant.

A cold, violent fury, mingled with boundless killing intent, suddenly erupted from Hua Yuanqing's thin, gaunt body.

The temperature across the entire square plummeted, and even the sunlight seemed to dim considerably.

"Heh—heh heh heh—"

Hua Yuanqing—no, he should now be called Gu Qianjue—let out a low, chilling laugh from his throat.

The laughter grew louder and louder, finally turning into a vicious, maniacal cackle. "Hahahaha! Good! Very good!!"

Gu Qianjue's face twisted completely, his eyes sinister as a serpent's. Not a trace of the divine physician's mercy remained; there was only ferocity and tyranny.

"Send me down the road to the Yellow Springs?