CHAPTER 950: CHAPTER 462 SUDDEN CHANGE_2

"The problem is, with my current strength, do you think I can defeat Qingchen?"

"I’ll help you."

Jiang Wan patted Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder, "What you need to do now is to expose her Heart Demon completely."

"How to expose?" Jiang Shouzhong asked.

Jiang Wan leaned closer, eyes fixated on Jiang Shouzhong: "Do you think if you appear in front of Qingchen, she will kill you?"

Without thinking, Jiang Shouzhong nodded affirmatively, saying:

"Certainly. After all, this is the Mirror World; even if I die here, it won’t really matter, and one can return to reality."

Jiang Wan said, "Exactly, Qingchen will never hold back; she will kill you without hesitation. So what you need to do is let her kill you, causing her mental chaos. That way, I have the opportunity to eliminate her Heart Demon."

Jiang Shouzhong smiled bitterly, "Qingchen knows this is the Mirror World, knows killing me won’t really make me die, so do you think she will have mental chaos?"

"But what if you really died?" Jiang Wan said.

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, he recalled the scene at the bride’s grave where he used his true life’s risk to trick You Tan, his expression turned strange: "You mean..."

Jiang Wan said, "Jiang Shouzhong, dare to gamble your life for me? The chance of me keeping you alive is less than ten percent, but this is the only way to save Qingchen. We can’t place all our hopes on Yan Changqing."

——

The wind howled fiercely, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Jiang Shouzhong traversed arduously across the crimson desert.

Surrounded by boundless red, the wild wind carried sand grains like razor-sharp blades, cutting across the face.

Soon, a mountain built from countless skulls abruptly appeared ahead.

Limestone bones emitted a chilling aura against the backdrop of the crimson sandstorm.

Jiang Shouzhong glanced at the Seven Kills Blade strapped across his back, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the skeletal stairs, advancing step by step into a vast and desolate palace.

The palace was engulfed in a cold, decaying atmosphere, surrounded by flickering dark blue ghostly lights.

He walked straight to a high platform.

The high platform was constructed of layers of skeletal bones, atop which stood a blood-red throne.

A woman sat high on the throne, her red hair cascading like blood falls.

"I thought you were already dead."

Ran Qingchen gracefully crossed her right leg over her left, staring at Jiang Shouzhong with an arrogant expression, emanating an imperious aura.

Jiang Shouzhong said calmly, "Unfortunately, you spared me with that kick, didn’t kill me."

As he spoke, Jiang Shouzhong drew out the Seven Kills Blade.

Ran Qingchen sneered, "What’s this? Knowing it’s the Mirror World and you can’t die, are you here gallantly acting as a hero?"

Jiang Shouzhong said, "I only hope the old Qingchen can return, hoping there’s one less massacre-loving demon in this world."

"When the world is without path, a Saint is born..."

Ran Qingchen sighed lightly, a mocking gleam flashed in her eyes, "Jiang Shouzhong, do you intend to become a Saint in this pathless world?"

Jiang Shouzhong remained silent and continued walking forward.

The blade tip scraped the ground, creating a sharp frictional noise.

As his pace quickened, the man began to trot, the blade tip left a trail of dazzling sparks on the ground, like a burning fire line.

Jiang Shouzhong leapt high, fiercely slashing towards the woman.

The blade gleamed with dazzling brilliant light.

As the Seven Kills Blade descended, strands of Blood Qi surrounded the woman, surging wildly and transforming into a shield.

The blade glowed, pushing down inch by inch.

The man trembled all over, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.

The woman remained seated on the skull throne, her posture lazy yet exuding endless majesty.

On her stunning, enchanting yet extremely cold and cruel face, a fierce resoluteness emerged.

"Jiang Shouzhong, I want to see if your heart... really has that woman named Ran Qingchen."

The woman extended her pallid jade hand.

"Puh!"

She effortlessly pierced the man’s heart, the motion clean and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

Then she pulled out a blood-soaked heart.

Thud!

The man’s corpse fell to the ground.

Gazing at the heart seemingly still pulsating in her palm, Ran Qingchen’s expression remained icy, her lips curling with disdain.

But slowly, she sensed something amiss.

In the Mirror World, the deceased do not have the aura of soul dissipating, which was why she realized suddenly when seeing Jiang Yi die.

Yet at this moment, Ran Qingchen could clearly feel Jiang Shouzhong’s soul gradually dissipating.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Ran Qingchen’s body couldn’t help but shiver.

"Fake...fake..."

The woman muttered to herself, wanting to step forward to examine the corpse, but stopped herself abruptly.

She suddenly punched towards the sky.

However, the mirror did not appear.

Ran Qingchen felt a foreboding in her heart. She cut her finger, let a drop of blood seep out, and then drew a sigil out of thin air.

As she watched the sigil gradually dissipate, Ran Qingchen’s eyes widened.

"No! This isn’t the Mirror World!"

She abruptly stood up, her gaze falling upon Jiang Shouzhong’s corpse, her mind instantly blank.

Dead?

Did I really kill him?

Doubt, panic, unease...

But these emotions were quickly suppressed by the woman’s cold-blooded nature.

Clenching her teeth, she said icily, "Even if it’s real, what does it matter? You deserve to die! You always deserved to die! You should be dead!"

Her body trembled violently, every inch of muscle spasming.

"Deserve to die! Deserve to die!"

Then, a piercing scream burst forth from deep within her throat.

Ran Qingchen, whose head ached as if it would split apart, clutched her head with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the strain, her nails almost embedded into her scalp.

In a daze, it seemed as if another figure emerged from her body, reaching out towards Jiang Shouzhong, emitting a sorrowful cry: "Jiang Mo..."

"Die! Die! All of you go to hell!"

"Jiang Mo, wake up."

"You all deserve to die! Whether real or not, you all deserve to die!"

"Jiang Mo, I’m sorry..."

The woman alternated between extreme agony and an icy, frosty gaze.

A massive black lotus-like shadow suddenly appeared behind her, and within the lotus, Jiang Shouzhong sat cross-legged, entangled by vines.

Everyone has their own inner demons.

And Ran Qingchen’s Heart Demon was Jiang Shouzhong.

Swish!

At that moment, a figure abruptly appeared.

Jiang Wan, holding a bronze lamp, unleashed Sword Qi, pulling out a crystal-clear skeleton shrouded in black mist from the lamp, which then condensed into a long sword.

"Sword of the Masses, strike!"

Jiang Wan formed a sword technique.

The long sword formed from the Asura Bone pierced straight through the man upon the black lotus.

"Ah!!!"

Ran Qingchen let out a shrill scream.

The black lotus transformed into wisps of black mist, while Jiang Shouzhong’s figure within it dissipated into nothingness.

Heart Demon, broken!

Just as Jiang Wan prepared to further entrap the Demonic Qi on Ran Qingchen, suddenly her expression changed, and she retreated swiftly.

A Buddha Bead fell where she had stood, sprouting a purple light that was eerie yet incomplete.

"Broken Buddha Flower."

Jiang Wan looked extremely displeased.

A young monk with delicate features appeared not far away, clasping his hands together towards Jiang Wan: "Amitabha, it has been a long time, Jiang Wan."

This young monk was the one who had previously appeared at the tea stall.

Esoteric Sect’s Saint Buddha.

Jiang Wan glanced at Ran Qingchen, who was clutching her head in agony, and sneered: "Little monk, have I met you before?"

The monk smiled: "Yes, I am here to take you home."

"Oh? Is your name written on my relic bead? Or are you about to be struck by lightning, looking for someone to take your place?"

Jiang Wan formed a sword technique.

An enormous long sword condensed from the sky.

Faced with the vast Sword Qi, the monk showed no fear, still wearing a gentle smile: "It was I who gave Jiang Wan a second life. Jiang Wan should repay it."

"It’s just that I’m afraid I’ll dare to repay, and you won’t dare to accept!"

A flash of fierce determination appeared in Jiang Wan’s eyes.

Boom!

The enormous long sword broke through the firmament, rushing straight down.