Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Chapter 231 Victory!

The ground trembled violently, and the yellow sand surged and rolled like boiling water.

Segments of pale finger bones broke through the soil, and countless skulls struggled to rise from the ground, slowly standing up.

They can no longer be called human beings.

On the mangled body, tattered armor and scraps of cloth still clung; the style of the armor vaguely resembled that of a man who had died on the battlefield many years ago.

The soldiers inside the city had tears in their eyes.

Song Yueyao grabbed the military flag with the character "Nie" on it, and with a flick of her arms, the fluttering flag unfurled behind her.

She waved the military flag down.

The flag tip pierced the air, creating a sharp gust of wind.

"All soldiers, listen to my command—"

"Follow me, commander! Charge into battle and kill the enemy!!"

"kill--!"

A roar tore out from his chest.

On the city walls, inside the city gates, and in the dilapidated streets, countless voices roared in unison, raising their swords and spears as they stepped out of the city gates.

A vast army of skeletons led the charge, sweeping across the sand dunes like a tidal wave, followed by the last remnants of the Nie family's forces—a sea of heads, a dense mass of black armor, stretching as far as the eye could see.

This terrifying aura not only turned the barbarian soldiers pale, but even the bloodthirsty monsters retreated several steps, letting out uneasy growls.

The twisted, grotesque face beneath the black cloak suddenly let out an inexplicable low laugh.

"Sakura..."

"Your child is just as intelligent as you." There was a strange tenderness in the voice. "If... he were our child, how wonderful that would be."

"But...but he's the bastard child you bore for someone else! You beast!"

"What right does that filthy thing have to receive love? Does he deserve it? Let him and all those who love him die! No one will avenge you in this lifetime, and your hatred will remain in this world forever, hahahahahaha..."

His laughter began to tremble; his hatred burned to its extreme, making his bones quiver.

The high priest suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and dug fiercely into his own heart.

He sacrificed his heart meridian to forcefully activate the thousands of demonic beasts.

The monster, which had just been forced to retreat by the terrifying aura, was suddenly pulled back as if by an invisible thread. Its body stiffened, and its pupils turned into a mad crimson as it lunged forward.

The two torrents collided with a deafening roar.

The skeleton army clashed with the horde of demonic beasts, pale bone blades tearing through flesh and blood, and the beasts' claws crushing bones. The remnants of the Nie family, following closely behind, were caught in a chaotic battle with the barbarian army, amidst flashing swords and flying blood.

In mid-air, another battlefield lies.

A huge falcon carried the white cat and Jiang Zhiyu, weaving through the circling monsters. Talismans fluttered between the white cat's claws, turning into streaks of light, while Jiang Zhiyu's sword flashed sharply, and every now and then, monsters fell with mournful cries.

However, there were too many monsters in the sky.

Ultimately, the two were unable to be in two places at once.

Worse still, the white cat's elixir was damaged, and its strength was greatly diminished. Although Anan could barely dodge, the monster's claws and roars would occasionally brush past his side. Fortunately, tomb bats would fly in to block the monster's vision, and each time it was a close call.

Just then.

A giant Qiongqi beast charged towards them with great speed, as if it were avenging its companion.

White Cat and Jiang Zhiyu were entangled by monsters on both sides, attacked from both sides, and had no time to turn around.

"Master, be careful!"

"Don't worry about your teacher, mind your own business!"

In the blink of an eye, a massive crimson shadow burst forth from the sky!

It was several meters long, its crimson scales shimmering like burning clouds in the sunlight. A pair of horns on its head were beginning to emerge, indicating that it had shed its serpentine form and transformed into a true dragon. Its four legs were in the air, its claws like hooks, and just by standing there, an invisible pressure emanated from it.

The Qiongqi beast suddenly stopped charging.

Not only it, but all the roaring monsters around it froze in place, their madness replaced by a more primal fear.

It was as if it were a submission from the depths of one's blood.

"This...this isn't the snake my junior brother raised?" Jiang Zhiyu's pupils constricted slightly. "A red dragon?! It's actually a dragon?"

He had only seen illustrations in records of strange tales and had never seen the real thing in person.

"You brat, you only just realized?" The white cat blew on its whiskers, its tone disdainful, but a hint of surprise flashed in its eyes. The speed at which this dragon transformed was truly astonishing; it seemed that the little rascal had been carefully raised.

"Don't get distracted, quickly collect the demon cores of these monsters!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the red dragon had already annihilated three demonic beasts.

The falcon flew over at a leisurely pace, and the white cat, as if picking up heads from behind, swept away the three demon cores with a swift movement of light from its claws.

On the battlefield below.

The swarm of insects and tomb bats weaved through the crowd, shielding the Nie family soldiers from many hidden arrows.

Song Yueyao took the lead, her crescent blade flying out of her hand, drawing a cold arc in the air, slicing open the throats of several barbarian soldiers in succession. As blood spurted out, the blade spun around and landed steadily back in her palm.

With the head coach's uniform on, she became the most conspicuous target.

Almost all the firepower was directed at her, several warhorses took turns attacking, and swords flashed from all directions. When the barbarian Khan charged in with an iron ball, she was being held tightly by the soldiers on both sides and had no power to fight back.

The iron ball came hurtling towards them.

She made a quick decision, dismounted, and rolled several times.

The moment he landed, his crescent blade flew, taking down several enemy soldiers who surrounded him, but a spear slashed his thigh, drawing blood.

Just as she was about to get up, the iron ball came hurtling towards her.

"You bitch, I was planning to capture you alive to be a military prostitute, but I didn't expect you to be so capable," the Khan said with a triumphant smile. "Die!"

Once the commander is killed, no matter how strong the Nie family army is, it will be nothing more than a disorganized mess.

Song Yueyao gritted her teeth, trying to get up, but the injury on her leg made her hesitate.

There was no time to dodge.

She could only raise her crescent blade to block the iron ball that was powerful enough to crush her bones.

In the instant his eyes narrowed, everything went dark.

A tattered, blood-stained commander's cloak brushed against her nose...

She was stunned.

That year, when my grandfather's body was carried off the battlefield, he was still clutching the ancestral spear of the Nie family in his hand. His body stood upright and did not fall for a long time.

Later, the spear was placed in his coffin along with him.

My grandfather had tried countless times to hand it over to her, but she thought the spear was too cumbersome and preferred to use the curved blade.

And this moment.

A familiar spear was tightly gripped in the hand of a pale white skeleton.

The skeleton stood firmly in front of her, like an unyielding mountain.

It shielded her from two heavy blows from the barbarian Khan.

The first blow made the spear shaft tremble; the second blow shattered the bones.

The moment the skull shattered, the anger in Song Yueyao's eyes burned through her tears.

"ah--!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain in her legs, she stepped on the skull's shoulder bone, using the momentum to leap into the air and flip behind the barbarian Khan.

The crescent blade flashed with cold light and pressed firmly against his throat.

A boundless rage was concentrated on the blade.

Hot blood splattered all over Song Yueyao's face.

She didn't even blink.

A head rolled off.

Those eyes were still wide open; he died without ever understanding how he had died.

"We won!"

"......"

Cheers erupted from all around her, and Song Yueyao looked up blankly, only to find that there were hardly any monsters left.

She raised her hand and slowly wiped the blood from her face, belatedly realizing what had happened.

They won...?

A wave of jubilation swept across the battlefield, and the barbarian soldiers surrendered en masse.

In the chaos, a figure in black robes collapsed into the dust, seemingly exhausted.

His Gu power had already been fully injected into the bodies of all the demonic beasts, and as those beasts fell one by one, his life was also dissipating inch by inch.

The wind lifted his wide hood.

It revealed a face covered in hideous, rotting flesh.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the mocking laughter of children pierced through the years to reach my ears—

"Ugly freak, with a rotten face, to be a Gu King? What a ridiculous idea..."

He was the most inconspicuous child in his family, and his constitution was incompatible with Gu poison. He was not suited to learning Gu magic from birth, but he insisted on becoming the most powerful Gu master in the world.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to feed his body to poisonous insects. Even if his whole body was festering and his face was disfigured, he did it without hesitation.

Mocking is a common occurrence.

But then one day, a little girl appeared.

She didn't laugh at him, and instead chased away the children who were making a fuss around him.

"Hey, lift your head up."

Her voice was still childish, yet as cold as the water in a deep pool.

"Remember, if anyone dares to laugh at you like that again, pull out their tongue and shove it into their own mouth."

The girl was as beautiful as the moon in the sky. He later learned that she was the daughter of the clan's holy maiden.

He was never ashamed of his appearance, but every time he saw her, he would subconsciously turn his face away and walk around her.

Later, she couldn't help but block his way: "Future King of Gu, every time you see me you want to turn your face behind your neck. How much do you hate seeing me?"

He lowered his eyes: "My...my face, aren't you afraid?"

She chuckled softly.

"You've made yourself like this just to become stronger, haven't you? I just like being friends with crazy people."

Later, his Gu magic surpassed that of all his clansmen, and he became the high priest of the clan.

He wasn't particularly interested in the title; what excited him most was the clan's long-standing rule that the high priest should marry the holy maiden.

But she ran away.

They escaped the so-called shackles, the responsibilities weighing them down, and they also escaped him.

She found true love, but the man didn't love her.

When he rescued her while she was heavily pregnant, he secretly gave her a chance: if she could abort the child and remarry him, he would do everything in his power to save her from all opposition.

As a result, she would rather die than marry him.

Overwhelmed by grievances and anger, he unleashed a divine fire, even wanting to see her burned to a state as hideous as his.

However, she never begged for mercy or repented until the very end.

Aside from that bastard child and the curse, she left nothing behind.

There's nothing there...

There wasn't even a single word about him.

The yellow sand stretches endlessly.

He struggled to lift his eyes, wanting to see that face that resembled hers one more time.

He saw that the city gate was empty—

The boy knelt on the ground, his face ashen and his lips bloodless.

Her expression was exactly the same as when she was dying in front of the sacred tree.

"Sakura... Ah..."