Grudge Breaker

Chapter 334: The Heart of Defiance
"I hate being threatened and controlled by others the most."

"Especially by a dog you raise yourself."

Gu Cangyue waved her brocade sleeves, and the thick fog pillars around her continued to expand, turning into a fog wall that covered the floating pavilion. Countless scarlet blood vessels as thick as tree branches appeared in the fog wall, and the thick fog gradually turned crimson and began to tremble with a heartbeat, like the internal organs of some creature, revealing a very strange feeling.

Shu Taki knew exactly what this was.

The soul's placenta - it was in such a place that he was conceived and born.

As the auxiliary soul has already taken shape, if it returns to the soul's placenta, it will be reabsorbed and dissolved within three hours - it seems that Gu Cangyue is serious, he would rather lose his mind than kill Shu Tinglong.

"So what if you lose your mind? Why should I be afraid of seriously injuring my main spirit? That will be a matter for later. It won't stop me from killing you first."

As he spoke, many scarlet tentacles emerged from the crimson fog wall, wrapped around Shu Tinglong's limbs and neck, and tied him up tightly - his face instantly turned as pale as snow, and his whole body was filled with an icy glow. The light gathered into thin streams that were sucked away by the scarlet tentacles and flowed back into the thick crimson fog.

…Although he was in pain, Shu Taki seemed to be smiling.

That’s right, this is the evil god Gu Cangyue that he is familiar with.

He was reckless and domineering, relying on the fact that he was the only main soul to boss him around and humiliate him at will.

As I was thinking this, Gu Cangyue from many years ago suddenly appeared before my eyes.
"I really don't understand why a thing like you, who is incapable of cultivation, was born? What use is strategy to me? As long as this Supreme God is willing, I can make everything collapse and annihilate with just a flick of my finger. Why would I need a think tank to plan?"

"What else can you do besides spouting persuasive nonsense all day long to keep me in a bind? If you weren't bound to me, you wouldn't even live a hundred years. What's the difference between you and ordinary people?"

"Dual spirits? What a joke. A useless piece of trash like you is worthy of being called a spirit?"

……

Shu Xinglong had heard these words countless times. As time went by, they were almost engraved in his bones and blood.

Shu Xinglong knew from the beginning that Gu Cangyue disliked him.

Even though he took the initiative to do everything that he disdained to do: managing the mansion, training servants, and placing spies in the three realms to obtain all kinds of intelligence so that when Gu Cangyue asked about something casually, he could immediately tell the cause and effect.

Besides, he also ran various industries to earn countless gold and silver treasures to support the expenses of his mansion. Even some social engagements with immortals and nobles, which he disdained to participate in, were secretly arranged by himself, the auxiliary soul. Gu Cangyue had fallen into the Wangchuan River for many years and was still able to receive the protection of the upper realm and the awe of the nobles. Shu Xinglong boasted that it was inseparable from his own strategic planning.

But he still felt he was useless.

"His mind is full of tricks to control people's minds. How can he be half as good as my phoenix clone?"

This unintentional remark made many years ago became the final straw that broke the camel's back for Shu Tinglong.

At that time, he was preparing a surprise for Gu Cangyue. Knowing that Gu Cangyue liked masks, he took the trouble to collect the ninety-nine rarest masks in the Three Realms, but when they arrived, he was unable to give them away.

Gu Cangyue laughed at him, saying that instead of wasting time on these fancy superficial efforts, he might as well think about how to practice techniques that would help him improve his cultivation - Mo Tingfeng had been the strongest fighter in the Mei Realm for too long.

……hehe.

Humility breeds resentment, resentment breeds rebellion, and resentment breeds separation.

In addition, there is a force that has been contacting Shu Tinglong for hundreds of years, offering extremely attractive conditions for cooperation, and what they want is his ability to plan and strategize - things that Gu Cangyue despise may be regarded as treasures by others.

As an auxiliary soul, if he insists on cutting off from the main soul, he will surely suffer a devastating backlash within a hundred years. He is not unaware of this outcome.

But Shu Taki has had enough of living.

On the day when he finally made his decision, Shu Tinglong left a message on the bronze mirror in Gu Cangyue's bedroom:

Do you know that a shadow that is trampled into the mud will also grow fangs to devour its master? .
A hundred years later, Fu Yuanshen, with the help of his expertise in the way of mind, quietly transformed himself into another person right under Gu Cangyue's nose. He changed his name to Shu Tinglong, walked in the Mei Realm, and became a tycoon.

I don't know why Shu Taki suddenly thought of this.

Watching his energy being fed back to the soul's placenta bit by bit, he was not panicked at all, as if this was exactly part of his plan.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of metal and stone objects breaking behind him. Although Shu Tinglong was tied up by scarlet tentacles and could not turn back, it did not prevent him from knowing the reason for the sound. It was the sound of Gu Cangyue smashing the jade bench in the pavilion with one punch.

"It's a splitting headache, isn't it?"

Shu Xinglong laughed sinisterly. In the process of dissolving the auxiliary soul, Gu Cangyue would be ten times more painful than him. This was the price of being the main soul.

The "God" clearly had a severe headache and wanted to find another form of pain relief.

"Oh, while you are still in your right mind, I must tell you something: since you don't care about my rationality and strategic power, I have not been idle these years, so I have reluctantly absorbed the original part of you as well."

"Do you think you can cultivate the auxiliary soul after my placenta is dissolved? You have miscalculated, Master Cangyue."

"All your rationality and self-control are due to me. I'm afraid that before I die, you will have completely lost your mind and become insane, no different from a chaotic soul."

"As the supervisor of Sichen Mansion, you are more familiar with these chaotic souls than I am. After they lose their minds, they will subconsciously return to the place they care about most and to the people they care about most. It's a pity that they return with irrational bodies. How many relatives in this world have died at the hands of chaotic souls transformed from blood relatives and lovers? You know better than me."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity! Even with Lord Si Chen protecting her, that little girl is still vulnerable to mistakes. I'm afraid she'll die tragically at your hands in the end. Hahahaha!"

"How about it, Master Cangyue, are you satisfied with the ending of this story?"

…“That’s enough!!!”

There was bloodshot in Gu Cangyue's eyes, and he was obviously on the verge of dementia. He almost staggered as he threw out the countless frost-edged blades condensed in his palms, but his target was not Shu Tinglong.

In just a moment, the soul's placenta wrapped around the floating pavilion was completely shredded by the frost-edged blades.

Sunlight poured down from the white mist, and the Undead Temple seemed to have returned to its tranquility, but the emerald flowers and green trees near the pavilion had been uprooted by the remaining power just now and were no longer visible.

Shu Xinglong really knows how to control Gu Cangyue - how could he bear to hurt Song Weichen, even if there was only the slightest possibility.

"...You go."

Gu Cangyue stood still, holding onto the pavilion pillar, his back looking extremely tired.

"Walk?"

"Master Cangyue, I took great pains to invite you back. I didn't do this to make things difficult for myself. How could you just leave like that?"

Shu Tinglong looked at Gu Cangyue's back with a mocking look of a winner on his face.

"You already understand the key point - you can neither dissolve me nor kill me, but I can control your mind at any time. Tell me, if I let you go crazy again when you are with that little girl, and rob her, would it be fun?"

"you dare!!!"

Gu Cangyue roared, and the entire Immortal Mountain seemed to tremble slightly.

"What do you want? If you have to fart, just fart!"

Gu Cangyue was raging with rage, but an unspeakable sadness welled up in his heart. He had promised Song Weichen to go to the Ghost Market to find her, but it seemed that he could not go anymore.

Shu Tinglong curled his lips and smiled, seeming to be very satisfied with Gu Cangyue's current performance.
"Lord Cangyue, don't get excited. I just want to make a deal with you."
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Song Weichen wanted to watch more, but the scene was cut away so quickly that the remaining clips were fragmented.
Gu Cangyue vomited a lot of blood.

He wrapped himself in layers of soul's placenta, and the entire Immortal Temple was filled with thick fog walls, just like the backyard of Cangyue Mansion at this moment.

Gu Cangyue was in a daze, but he kept calling her name, Weiwei, Weiwei...

From his perspective, she saw countless fragments of herself. The self in Wuqingju, the self in the water street painting boat, the self in Mo Tingfeng's arms, the self walking in the Lord's Mansion on the night of the banquet, the self pretending to be Aunt Xue and acting silly in front of Cangyue Mansion, the self who was drowsy on the black water... It turned out that he had always been there.

……

Although I have experienced a lot as an object, in reality it seems to be just a moment.

Song Weichen came back to his senses and found that nothing had changed. He was still biting Gu Cangyue's arm, and his mouth was filled with the faint smell of blood.

She suddenly understood that Shu Xinglong was the "extremely important thing" that Gu Cangyue had lost.

But...what kind of deal did he make with Shu Xilong?
Would Big Bird agree to conditions it shouldn't have agreed to in order to protect itself?

Is the phoenix crown feather handed over by Shu Xinglong at the night banquet related to this?
……

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Song Weichen suddenly realized that Shu Tinglong had actually told him his true identity from the beginning - Shu Tinglong. What a strange name, it means "dragon blood tree" when read backwards. This tree is also called "immortal tree", and it is the residence of the ancient god Luan.

He was clearly expressing in a hidden way that he and Gu Cangyue came from the same origin, but they went in opposite directions.

……

"It turns out that Boss Shu had no intention of hiding it from me from the beginning. I was just too slow."

"Weiwei, what did you say?"

Gu Cangyue saw her lips moving and wanted to pull the little girl closer to listen carefully, but he caught a glimpse of many drops of blood dripping on his brocade sleeves.

"slight?!"

Perhaps her brain couldn't bear the load and her nose bled profusely. Song Weichen felt a little exhausted, but her mind gradually became clear and she made a decision without hesitation.

She wanted to find out the truth - how much of the fragments she saw were true, and whether they were taken out of context.

She wants to help Gu Cangyue.

But the scene that she had just seen must not be known to anyone else, not even Mo Tingfeng - this was a huge secret, and once it was discovered by others, with Gu Cangyue's current ability to protect himself, he would be in danger of life and death.

She wants to protect him in her own way.
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"Weiwei, you clearly knew the truth about the arranged marriage but you didn't object. You said I misunderstood, so tell me, what did I misunderstand?"

Seeing that she was standing in Gu Cangyue's arms without responding, Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but ask again. He wanted to hear her denial and explanation with his own ears. Even if this confession was unreasonable, as long as she said it, he would believe it.

But Song Weichen remained silent, and in Mo Tingfeng's opinion, that silence seemed as long as a lifetime.

"No, there is no misunderstanding."

She finally spoke.
"Tingfeng, I hope you are happy."