Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 348 Revenge
On the underground altar, Yan Ciwan lay motionless in the center of the circular platform. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was as pale as paper, and her breath was growing weaker and weaker.

The shaman stood beside the round platform, his eyes fixed greedily on Yan Ciwan.

As the blood flowed along the patterns on the surface of the pedestal to his face, he extended his index finger, dipped it in the blood, and sucked it. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and a pleasant sigh escaped his throat.

"Youth is wonderful; even your blood feels so fresh!"

In the silent underground altar, no one could respond to his praise.

Even so, he was still able to continue talking to Yan Ciwan as if nothing had happened.

"Whenever I see you, I am reminded of your great-grandfather, the crown prince of the Heng Dynasty and the master to whom I swore allegiance. He was tragically murdered by a traitor, and I have inherited his will. Over the years, I have devoted myself to planning and scheming, even at the cost of dealing with a tiger, all for the sake of overthrowing the rule of the traitor Li and restoring the prosperity of my great Heng Dynasty!"

“Little Princess, how I wish I could witness the coming golden age with you, but you are too stubborn. You are just as incorrigible as your great-grandmother, maternal grandfather, and mother. No matter how I tried to persuade them back then, they would not change their minds. Now you are the same. You are all too foolish, wasting the bloodline left to you by the Heng Dynasty royal family.”

"I can't change you, so I can only transfer your blood to me. Once the sacrifice is complete, I will have your flesh and blood and become the bloodline of the Heng Dynasty royal family in your place. I will continue the Crown Prince's will, kill all the traitors of the Li family, and restore the glory of the Heng Dynasty!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door behind them, and Ah Shan's shout came through the door.

"My Lord, a signal has come from down the mountain; two thousand troops are approaching. What should we do?"

The shaman chuckled softly, "They came quite quickly. Send the order for everyone to evacuate. Oh, and since they rarely come here, let's not forget to leave them some gifts before we leave."

"Are those ten divine servants being taken along as well?"

Over the years, many people have been chosen by the Five Gods Sect to become divine servants, but only ten have survived. Originally, the shaman intended for these ten divine servants to serve Yan Ciwan, but now that he no longer intends to spare Yan Ciwan's life, the ten divine servants naturally have no reason to exist.

He casually said, "Kill them all."

"Yes!"

The heavy footsteps quickly faded into the distance, followed by the deep tolling of bells outside, a signal to summon all believers to prepare for evacuation.

The shaman stepped onto the round platform, leaning on his cane as he walked step by step to Yan Ciwan's side. His shoes were stained with blood, leaving a trail of bright red footprints behind him.

He pressed the mechanism at the top of the cane, and a sharp blade extended from the bottom of the cane.

He raised his cane, pointed the blade at Yan Ciwan's neck, and sighed helplessly.

"I originally intended to wait for you to bleed out slowly, but unfortunately, something unexpected happened. I'm in a hurry now, so I'll have to make do with this. I'm sorry, this cut might hurt a bit, but it's alright, you'll soon stop feeling the pain. When you get to the underworld, don't forget to give my regards to His Highness the Crown Prince."

As he finished speaking the last word, he forcefully thrust his cane downwards!

Just as the blade was about to pierce Yan Ciwan's neck, she suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed the end of her cane with her right hand, and then forcefully flung it to the side!
The shaman was startled, his cane flew out of his hand, and he stumbled, almost falling over.

By the time he had regained his balance, Yan Ciwan had already sprung up from the ground. She was covered in blood, even her eyes were stained red with blood, and her face was frighteningly pale, like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

She tackled the shaman to the ground with lightning speed.

The shaman was old and frail, and the violent fall nearly broke his bones.

He ignored the pain and opened his mouth to scream.

However, the next moment he felt a chill on his neck.

Yan Ciwan held a short knife in her hand, or rather, it was actually a silver hairpin, but one end of it had been sharpened into a blade.

This was the silver hairpin that Xiao Wang had given her. At this moment, the blade was stained with a faint layer of blood, and the witch's neck had been slashed open, with blood flowing continuously from the wound.

The blood fell onto the round platform and mingled with Yan Ciwan's blood.

The shaman's pupils constricted, his face contorted with terror, his mouth agape as he breathed rapidly, a wheezing sound like a broken bellows emanating from his throat, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Ciwan covered his mouth with her blood-stained left hand, then raised her right hand and plunged the dagger deep into his heart, then pulled it out, and then plunged it in again...

This strike was for the Ning clan members who were slaughtered years ago.

This knife was for my great-grandmother, whose entire life had been ruined.

This stab was for my maternal grandfather, who was killed by an arrow.

This knife was made to commemorate the suffering that Grandma and Mother have endured over the years because of the Five Gods Cult.

This final blow was for Yan Ciwan's own sake!

All the wounds on her body, and all the blood she lost, were because of this old, damned bastard in front of her!
Yan Ciwan only stopped when the person beneath her stopped moving.

At this moment, Yan Ciwan had exhausted her last bit of strength. She tried to stand up, but her body collapsed onto the round platform due to exhaustion.

The shaman, who was already covered in blood, suddenly opened his eyes!
Yan Ciwan saw it and was shocked. She wanted to get up and deliver another blow, but her limbs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move an inch. She could only gasp for breath, her bloodshot eyes wide open, staring intently at the person not far away.

The shaman shakily raised his right hand, opened his mouth, and blood gushed out, flowing down the corner of his mouth.

He stared into the void ahead, making indistinct sounds.

"Your Highness... the prosperous Heng Dynasty... mine..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hand fell, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished.

From Yan Ciwan's perspective, the shaman's chest was no longer rising and falling, indicating that he had completely died.

She relaxed, and suddenly felt even more dizzy. Her vision blurred, and although she felt she should be very cold, her body was burning hot, and a strong drowsiness swept over her.

She was terrified that she would fall asleep and never wake up again, so she desperately kept her eyes wide open to keep herself from falling asleep.

She had just heard that the imperial court had sent people over. If she could hold out until reinforcements arrived, she would be saved.

To cheer herself up, she thought about many people and things.

She thought of Yan Tingyu. She had to get back at him for stabbing her in the back!

She thought of her grandmother, who was so old; she couldn't let her grandmother suffer the pain of outliving her child again.

She thought of Xiao Wang, and remembered that beautiful, moonlit night when she stood on the second floor talking to him through the window; his gaze was gentler than the moonlight.

She suddenly regretted it. If she died here, she would never see Xiao Wang again. If she had known this would happen, she should have confessed her feelings to him that night.

Life is but a short few decades, and we cannot afford to waste time or hesitate.

If you want something, you should strive for it; if you like something, you should bravely express it.

Just then, a loud boom came from above!
The ground trembled, and some gravel was shaken off.