The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (63)
“Weiwei, forcing you to marry me, aren’t I truly evil?”
He gave a soothing smile, but tears of blood slowly dripped from his eyes.
With his spiritual root destroyed, he was just like a disabled person.
“You don’t remember, but I once told you that in the future, you could bully whoever you wanted to bully. I bullied you, so I’m punishing myself.”
He had gone insane with the hope that he could obtain her.
Blood spilled from the corners of Ning Yishu’s eyes. When he finally dug out his spiritual root, it was completely swallowed up by the dagger.
The blood mark vanished.
A massive sword appeared, connecting the sky and earth.
Spiritual energy churned with surging anger. Ning Yishu had lost his spiritual root and become as good as useless.
He gripped the edge of the sword, and his blood seeped in.
The sword light became gentle and enshrouded them.
Under the pressure of the sword light, their entwined souls gradually untangled.
Ning Yishu distinctly heard the sound of their souls separating.
Tears stained with blood flowed down his cheeks. His face darkened, becoming haggard and emaciated.
Bai Weiwei’s body also slowly stabilized. She struggled to give him a few glances, the expression in her eyes complex.
The torment of her soul had made her extremely exhausted.
Ning Yishu smiled at her with great difficulty. “You don’t like our getting married, so I won’t force you. Sleep, ba.”
He clung to her gently, dropping a soft kiss on her lips.
There was no lust behind the kiss, only tender affection and a desire to cherish.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 85.】
Bai Weiwei couldn’t hold on. She closed her eyes and lost consciousness.
The system released its grip on the emergency box treasure, falling silent.
Bai Weiwei’s head was spitting, ah. She felt like her body had been torn apart several times, and each time she had been crushed by a tank truck1 into a cardboard cutout2, then reinflated by a bicycle pump.
She woke up groggily and found herself in bed.
It was her room in Grand Heavens Mountain.
She checked the affection meter. 85; it rose again?
Bai Weiwei thought that she had already lost all of Ning Yishu’s favorability. She was very confident in her vicious character setting.
Vicious to the point that she wanted to beat herself to death.
Yet he unexpectedly still raised his affection?
Bai Weiwei was silent for a long time, then knocked on the system. “Ning Yishu’s spiritual root is ruined?”
The system said faintly: “Completely ruined. So now the plot has been restored, and Ning Yishu is just an ordinary person.”
Bai Weiwei sighed. “He went through a great disaster because of me.”
The system said profoundly: “Don’t feel guilty. Have you ever seen a scheming shuangwen male lead who wasn’t able to counterattack? Ning Yishu is an authentic, unbeatable, counterattacking male lead. If you don’t beat him into the dust, he won’t awaken.”
Bai Weiwei: “His spiritual root is gone. How can he counterattack?”
System: “That is the novel’s author’s headache. He will definitely be able to counterattack. If he doesn’t, the book can’t be written.”
Bai Weiwei suddenly looked up. She heard the sounds of heavy footsteps.
Then those footsteps stopped at her door, and Ning Yishu’s voice traveled through.
Bai Weiwei’s face was taut. “Enter.”
Ning Yishu came in holding a face washing basin, his head bowed. His hair was gray, and his footsteps were heavy but weak, and he looked very haggard.
Those who lost their spiritual roots had no chance to cultivate and become an immortal.
Ning Yishu lowered his head and wet the towel, intending to help Bai Weiwei wash her face and rinse her mouth.
Although she was at Nascent Soul stage and could use cleansing spells, he knew that she liked to have someone wait on her.
Bai Weiwei suddenly said: “Raise your head.”
Ning Yishu was silent, his body stiff.
Bai Weiwei angrily reached out and lifted his jaw. “You…”
1: 油罐车: also known as oil tanker truck. That one type of truck that’s always about to blow up in action movies LOL↩
2: 纸片人: paper sheet person. I think this refers to those cardboard stands of celebrities you’ll often find in restaurants or stores as advertisements.↩