Chapter 1671: Turnaround Lock (Seventh Watch)

Jiang Fan's eyes trembled violently, filled with disbelief.

Yun Wanxiao smiled. "I really like that surprised look on your face."

"Didn't expect that, did you? I can control your Six Heavenly Thunder Arts."

Sensing that Jiang Fan couldn't speak, and thus couldn't adequately react to his cunning plan, Yun Wanxiao waved his hand, and Jiang Fan was able to speak.

"You've been deceiving me all this time!"

Yun Wanxiao smiled faintly. "You still haven't grasped the true nature of the Ancient Wilderness Hunt."

"Everything is fair game."

"Even relatives and loved ones can become prey at the last moment, let alone you and I, who are complete strangers?"

Yun Wanxiao's smile deepened. "Of course, you were quite cautious. No matter how much I tried to befriend you, you remained wary."

"However, you would never have imagined that the Six Heavenly Thunder Arts you cultivate are merely a technique used by my Angelic Race to control slaves."

"Once cultivated, you will become our slaves for generations."

"Only if we allow you to live, can you live. If we want you to die, you must die."

"So, your small efforts to guard against me are utterly useless."

Jiang Fan's face became incredibly grim.

"Why didn't you make your move earlier?"

Yun Wanxiao looked, smiling, at the Primeval Heaven-Imprisoning Gourd in Jiang Fan's hand, with both fervent desire and apprehension.

"With such a dangerous gourd in your possession, how could I dare make a move lightly?"

"Only now, with the gourd activated and unable to be used against me, can I deliver a fatal blow without giving you any chance to resist."

With that said, he flashed in front of Jiang Fan.

With a lift of his palm, he snatched the Primeval Heaven-Imprisoning Gourd.

Observing the orange chains extending from within, binding Liu Bianhuang, his smile deepened further.

"Both the treasured gourd and the person are mine."

"Oh, and your battle achievements."

He raised his hand, took the crown from Jiang Fan's head, and merged it into his own.

His own hundred-zhang light beam, combined with Jiang Fan's one hundred sixty-zhang beam, merged to reach two hundred sixty zhang.

Far surpassing Young Master Xiang!

Yun Wanxiao laughed heartily. "Thank you for your efforts."

"And thank you even more for doing all the work for me."

"As a reward, I, your master, will grant you liberation, so you no longer suffer the pain of slavery."

His eyes were smiling, but his gaze was cold.

The white bone sword in his hand ruthlessly pierced Jiang Fan's heart.

He was exceptionally decisive and cruel, without the slightest hesitation.

Because, like Tianjian, he was jealous of Jiang Fan's powerful domain.

"How could a mere ant from the Central Earth Realm possess potential greater than his own?"

It was just that he was skilled at disguise and hadn't shown it at the time.

*Pfft* —

The white bone sword entered the body, piercing coldly through.

The sound of a heart being pierced followed instantly.

However, what slightly stunned Yun Wanxiao was that it was not Jiang Fan's body that was pierced.

Instead, it was the back of a silver-haired woman, her hair flowing freely.

Was it the silver-haired Asura on the tiger's back?

It turned out that at the last moment, Lvzhu teleported over without any hesitation, blocking the fatal blow for Jiang Fan.

The icy sword edge pierced through her heart; the chill, centered there, spread throughout her entire body, causing her to gradually lose consciousness and collapse weakly onto Jiang Fan's chest.

The delayed pain caused her slender eyebrows to furrow slightly.

But she didn't utter a sound.

Enduring the pain, she looked up at Jiang Fan and said calmly:

"Jiang Fan, everything I owed you, I've repaid it all."

"I take back my previous promise."

"In the next life, let's be strangers and never meet again."

As Yun Wanxiao drew out his long sword, she felt even colder all over, her body trembling from the pain.

Then she weakly collapsed into Jiang Fan's arms, quietly closing her eyes.

Waiting for her death to come.

However, the imagined death did not arrive; in fact, the pain in her body was receding like a tide.

In her confusion, Yun Wanxiao's playful voice came from behind her.

"Heh... a meaningless sacrifice."

"Good, saves me from having to strike again."

Lvzhu opened her eyes in confusion, and looking down, found that the piercing wound on her chest had strangely disappeared.

If her clothes hadn't been damaged, she would have doubted if everything just now was an illusion.

"How is this..."

As she murmured to herself, a drop of warm blood fell onto her upturned nose.

With a wipe of her finger, a streak of dazzling crimson met her eyes.

She instinctively raised her head, and the first thing she saw was the blood continuously flowing from Jiang Fan's heart.

She was bewildered.

This sword strike was clearly aimed at her vital point, yet in the end, Jiang Fan was injured?

Wait!

Lvzhu suddenly remembered the death of Venerable Xin Nie.

When Jiang Fan suffered a fatal blow, Venerable Xin Nie had held the heart-shaped copper lock in his arms, transferring the damage away from Jiang Fan.

That scene was identical to her current situation.

But she had never received that copper lock...

Suddenly, Lvzhu remembered Jiang Fan borrowing a drop of her blood just now!

Her mind instantly reeled.

That black opaque jade box contained the Karma Transfer Lock!

That drop of blood was for her to refine the Karma Transfer Lock and become its owner.

Only in this way could the damage she received be transferred to others through the Karma Transfer Lock.

And for this "other person," Jiang Fan had chosen himself.

With the great battle imminent, Jiang Fan, worried about her life being in danger, had given her a life-saving trump card.

Any injury she suffered would be transferred back to Jiang Fan.

Understanding the sequence of events, Lvzhu's heart, which had been locked shut, was violently struck once again.

That drop of essence blood, whose purpose she hadn't bothered to ask about, was surprisingly Jiang Fan's final gift to her.

The calmness in her eyes vanished, replaced by panic.

She hastily covered Jiang Fan's bleeding heart and said, "Where is your Heavenly Garment Divine Water? Quickly, take it out, I'll feed it to you."

Yun Wanxiao said indifferently, "No need to waste your energy."

"My white bone sword contains my sacred aura; only the healing methods of my Angelic Race can heal this wound."

"The spiritual elixirs of the Central Earth are useless."

He raised his sword and aimed it at Lvzhu's heart.

But looking at her anxious back, and recalling a certain girl in his mind, he slowly lowered the raised sword.

"Never mind. I've already got what I wanted; slaughter is meaningless."

"Also, allow yourselves to bid your final farewells."

With a thought, he caused Jiang Fan's Six Heavenly Thunder Arts to dissipate.

Jiang Fan, like a doll drained of all strength, immediately slumped and fell towards the ground.

Lvzhu quickly embraced him, frantically fumbling for elixirs on his person, and said anxiously, "Don't die, please don't die."

Jiang Fan weakly reached out and took something from his bosom.

Lvzhu, thinking it was the Heavenly Garment Divine Water, quickly pried open Jiang Fan's palm.

But it wasn't for healing.

Instead, it was a jade box, inside which a wisp of soul was quietly glowing.

Lvzhu was stunned. "Is this a wisp of my soul?"

"Isn't it in King Black Sun's hands? Why is it with you?"

Jiang Fan weakly leaned his head on her shoulder and said, "I got it back from him."

"Got it back?"

"How is that possible?"

Lvzhu looked at the wisp of soul, her eyes full of doubt.

"From what I know of King Black Sun, he would never, ever set me free."

"He would rather destroy my soul and kill me than let anyone else have me."

At this moment, Fangu Zai murmured a spell and ran out from the spatial mirror.

It glanced sideways at Lvzhu. "Of course King Black Sun wouldn't give it."

"He exchanged it for King Youming and Princess Zijiang."

"And he only obtained it after negotiating with the Central Tribal Emperor; it was an act of gambling with his life."

"And you, girl, are ungrateful, constantly giving master the cold shoulder."

"When I go back, I'll complain to Xu Youran and make sure you're not allowed into the Jiang family home."