The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (78)
Bai Weiwei suddenly felt someone holding her.
Then she heard Ning Yishu’s hoarse voice. “Weiwei? I’ll save you.”
Saving this and saving that; there was no end to it.
Bai Weiwei refused to repeat such a boring and old-fashioned scenario.
She reached out and pinched his face hard. If she couldn’t see, she could just talk.
“Do you have a knife?”
Ning Yishu blankly looked at her, echoing her words like a parrot. “A knife?”
Bai Weiwei coughed once, then immediately suppressed it. She laboriously said, “I used a demonic art. Now that my life is exhausted, I can only enter the demonic path to forcefully continue living.”
Ning Yishu was already unable to think carefully. His fingers gently caressed the creases on her face.
He wished he could wipe them away.
“Give me a knife.” Bai Weiwei suddenly ordered.
Ning Yishu’s fingers trembled, and he shaped his spiritual energy into a small knife.
Bai Weiwei reached out to hold it. Suddenly she said, somewhat upset: “I have no strength to hold it.”
Ning Yishu immediately gripped her hand in a panic. “It’s alright, Weiwei, I’ll help you hold it.”
Bai Weiwei couldn’t hold back her laugh. Although her face had already begun to show the wear of time.
In his eyes, she was still beautiful.
But her actions left him dumbstruck.
The knife plunged toward her chest, tearing through the red wedding dress. The knife point broke past the skin into the flesh.
Blood poured out.
Ning Yishu finally exploded. He shouted angrily. “Bai Weiwei, what are you doing?”
Bai Weiwei was faint and weak. “This is a demonic cultivation method. I need my heart’s flesh to enter the demonic path.”
Now that the side quest was simplified, the system confirmed that the skinning and cutting portion of the plot could be considered completed as long as the knife broke through the skin and pierced the flesh.
Ning Yishu’s eyes were red. “Couldn’t you ask me? Whether I was willing to reform my spiritual root?”
If he regained his powers, she would have to pay with her life.
He would rather he had died under her torment in the past.
Bai Weiwei managed to sneer with some effort. “Whether you are willing or not willing, what does it have to do with me? I’m willing, and that’s the most important thing.”
This self-centered appearance was truly hateful.
But he loved her to the point of destroying himself.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 99.】
Bai Weiwei sighed softly. “Remember this. My soul will leave my body in just a moment. If you capture my soul for a moment and then let it go, I will return to my body and resurrect.”
Her words were calm and steady.
As though she really could resurrect.
Ning Yishu wasn’t so easily convinced. “Really?”
Bai Weiwei finally revealed a sweet and tender smile. “You, idiot, still don’t believe me? How could such a selfish and egoistic person like me sacrifice so much? I will definitely survive.”
Ning Yishu was like a hopeless man who spotted a ray of light.
His lips trembled. “Really?”
Bai Weiwei slowly closed her eyes, and she let out a soft hum. “En.”
Ning Yishu finally said: “Alright. You have to live.”
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has reached 100. Complete the side task of sacrificing the soul in the given time.】
Bai Weiwei was making a bet. Although she was sacrificing her soul, the time limit given by the system was very short.
As long as Ning Yishu used spells to restrain her soul, it would count as being sacrificed.
That’s right, the main system, that menopausal old pervert, also realized that this side task was insanely difficult.
So it was just a matter of going through the motions.
And Bai Weiwei bet that Ning Yishu would never be able to capture her soul.
After Bai Weiwei closed her eyes, Ning Yishu felt her body getting weaker.
She lay peacefully in his arms.
As though she’d fallen asleep.
But Ning Yishu knew. She wasn’t asleep, but… dead.