Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

The red umbrella was slightly raised, and the eyes beneath it shone brightly in the dim light, yet were icy cold, as if they were gazing not at a living person, but at an object about to be completed.

The Heartless Letter spoke, its voice cold and flat, devoid of any emotion, yet each word fell like an ice bead: "You will find out your question when you go down there."

Before he could finish speaking, he knew that there was no hope of survival and that begging for mercy would be futile.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed a wine jar from the table with his left hand, and smashed it hard against the letter of severance. At the same time, he pushed off with his feet, his body flying backward and crashing into the window behind him!

All he wanted was to escape, to do everything in his power to escape this house that had suddenly turned into a battlefield!

The wine jar shattered in mid-air, spilling wine in an attempt to obstruct the view.

However, the letter of severance did not even dodge.

With a slight turn of her wrist, the long, narrow, and gracefully curved Japanese sword in her hand drew an even colder and sharper arc in the air.

When the blade flashed, the wind seemed to actually move—not the natural wind, but the airflow pulled and torn apart by the blade.

Hen Bufeng's hand had barely touched the windowpane when, before the icy touch even reached his fingertips, he felt a chill on his neck.

All strength, all fear, all thoughts were frozen and detached in that instant.

His eyes widened, and his vision began to tilt and rotate.

He saw the headless body still in a forward-leaning posture, with blood gushing from the severed neck, spraying onto the window paper and the ground like a fountain, making a soft "hissing" sound.

Then, darkness completely engulfed him.

"Thump."

His head rolled to the ground, his face still frozen in extreme terror and bewilderment.

The headless corpse swayed, then fell forward and crashed heavily to the ground.

The Heartless Letter slowly sheathed its blade, the movement as elegant as brushing dew off a flower petal.

The soft sound of the blade being sheathed was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent hall.

She turned around with her umbrella open, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground, as if she had only accomplished a trivial task.

The red umbrella swirls slightly, and the eerie spider lilies on its surface leave blurry afterimages in the darkness.

She walked lightly towards the door, stepping over the pool of blood without getting a drop on her. A clear, cold voice, carrying an indescribable loneliness, softly rose, like a sigh or a lament:

"A cold wind blows through the willow catkins, the moon is waning and the lonely branch casts a desolate shadow; to whom can I speak of this?"

The voices faded into the distance, and that glaring red light quietly blended into the boundless night outside the door, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

A deathly silence returned to the hall.

After a long time, perhaps by the wind, or perhaps by something else, the candles that had been extinguished by the force of the air began to light up again, one after another, on their own.

The dim, yellowish light, inch by inch, gradually illuminated this small area once more.

It illuminated the overturned table, the spilled wine, and the rolled-down golden cup.

It also illuminated the two beauties lying on the table, the decapitated corpse by the window, and the spreading, thick, still warm crimson...

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Dao, who was on the outside, suddenly felt uneasy about the quiet atmosphere in the air, so he quickly went inside.

The moment the door opened, Feng Dao collapsed to the ground...

.........

At the same time, Hen Bufeng was beheaded with a single blow by Jueqingshu.

Ye Jinming also received a response, with the system interface granting him three more draw opportunities.

"Ha, the Blood Ranking is really fast!"

It's just that one scumbag died, but I never expected it to be so valuable.

But that's quite normal. If it weren't for Hen Bufeng, Lao Wuyan wouldn't have died, Bo Hongyan wouldn't have died, and even Yan Guiren's girlfriend, Duan Yan Xifeng, wouldn't have died...

It really is a case of killing one person to save several others; this deal is worth it!

Like a highly reliable Mahayana philosophy of winning, it not only saves people but also brings clarity of mind and system rewards.

A win-win-win situation!

However, it's a shame he didn't die soon; Jia Minggong is probably driven mad. His long-cherished secret technique of the Blade Plague Sword is now completely out of reach.

"I regret not meeting you sooner, I regret not meeting you sooner! You are not important in my game of chess, but your absence is very important to me!"

Thinking of this, Ye Jinming felt even more pleased. As for whether someone would seek revenge after Hen Bufeng died, he didn't care.

That's not something I should worry about. If the Blood Ranking can't even protect this much privacy, then he should log off.

While I'm in a good mood, let's start with a good shot and see if I can get a soul.

With a slight thought, Ye Jinming, without any external action, unleashed a vast, boundless, star-studded void within his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the center of the void, a disc of indescribable size floated.

It is not a physical entity, but rather a slow rotation composed of countless flowing light symbols, star trails, and indescribable patterns of laws.

The disc is divided into countless fine fan-shaped areas that are indistinguishable to the naked eye. Each area shimmers with a faint light of different colors and intensities. Some are as bright as the sun, some are as deep as an abyss, some are deathly gray, and some are full of life.

"Let's begin," Nightfallen commanded.

The disc's rotation speed suddenly increased, initially appearing as a blurry band of light, before transforming into a dazzling, chaotic vortex of colors.

After an unknown amount of time—perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity—the disc began to slow down.

The unsettling chaos gradually subsided and became clear.

Finally, the disk came to a complete stop.

The pointer, or rather, some invisible force, is fixed on a certain area.

That area, which was originally dark and dull, suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, as if it had been thrown into a pool of oil on Mars!

The golden light was not static, but leaped and rose like a living flame, with a deep and majestic dragon roar faintly emanating from within, as if it were a sigh from the ancient wilderness.

The golden light detached from the disc, transforming into a fist-sized, incredibly solid sphere of light, which slowly drifted towards Ye Jinming.

The moment he touched it, an indescribable pressure and intense heat swept over him, causing Ye Jinming to tremble involuntarily. "It's quite hot."

Information from the light sphere flooded into my mind like a torrent:

【Name: Dragon Essence (Fragment)】

[Source: Fengyun World]

[Grade: Legendary (Incomplete)]

[Status: One-seventh fragment]

[Description: A divine object of supreme yang and yang strength, formed over a thousand years from the essence of the Divine Dragon, one of the four auspicious beasts in the world of "Storm Riders". It contains a portion of the Divine Dragon's primordial life force and the essence of heaven and earth.]

"Dragon Essence... it's actually this. It's just a pity that there's only one-seventh of it." Ye Jinming's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and even he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at this moment.

You must know that the Dragon Essence is a top-tier divine artifact in the world of Fengyun. Even if it is only one-seventh of the Dragon Essence, its value far exceeds that of ordinary martial arts treasures in the Bitter Realm!

Fortunately, it was only one-seventh of the Lesser Dragon Essence, otherwise it wouldn't have been easy to absorb.

While it can make one immune to all poisons, bring the dead back to life, and enhance recovery abilities, it carries the risk of a primal backlash, with users experiencing side effects such as premature aging and mental abnormalities…