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Nomiyama glanced at the woman who was covering her neck, then turned his gaze back to Yukinoshita Yukihana.

She was raising the knife with both hands, and it looked like she was preparing to stab her again.

The long sword fell straight down, and Nomiyama saw the woman struggle, then be pinned down, her abdomen turning bright red in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the woman had stopped making any violent movements and instead simply covered her neck with a cold expression, he understood why she had stabbed him.

A slit throat doesn't kill; the previous disheveled state was all an act.

So she immediately drew her knife and stabbed the woman in the acupoint. Now, the woman was truly unable to resist and could only wait to die. A human without breath is just a fragile creature.

Yukino Yukino, without any guidance, learned how to kill a cultivator and, through scheming, unexpectedly killed her own mother.

But when did it start?

Nomiyama watched her grin as she drew her long sword, and began to rewind his mind, recalling the events of the past two years.

Xuexia Xuewan is a genius, so it's impossible for her to make so many mistakes in arithmetic problems. But the fact that the other party didn't suspect anything can only mean that she pretended to be not very good at arithmetic from the beginning.

This is her memory, her perspective, which means she knew about the watcher outside the walls from the very beginning.

But that's not enough. Pretending to be numb and hiding her ignorance may not necessarily be a sign that she wants to rebel. It may simply be that she wants to make herself less smart so that her environment can be a little more relaxed.

There must have been something overlooked on the day the sisters first met.

Nomiyama suddenly froze. Yuko had once said something while holding that booklet.

"My sister miscalculated."

The answer to this question is wrong.

The answer to this question is thirteen.

Thirteen, that's how old she is now.

So, it was Yuko who started it?

She played with stones in the yard for two years, and finally handed a sharp stone to her older sister.

Then, seemingly without warning, Xue Wan used a stone to strike the woman.

Yuko? Was it because Yuko didn't want to die that she developed the idea of ​​rebellion?

For two years after their first meeting, the sisters maintained a relationship that resembled that of strangers, worried that becoming too familiar might cause problems.

Even two years ago, when Yuko was only three years old, she was already planning her own way of life?

Nomiyama awoke from his reverie and looked at the little girl standing quietly beside the woman, meeting her gaze.

The Yukinoshita family has indeed been quite twisted for many years.

Thankfully, my little darling Shiono is very well-behaved.

At that moment, Nomiyama turned his head and looked outside the wall. There was some movement there; the monitor was coming back.

Once you realize it, it means...

The next second, he saw Yukino Yukinoya rush towards the wall with both hands gripping a knife.

Yes, she charged toward the wall, almost without hesitation, and thrust straight at a certain spot on the wall.

The longsword was made of excellent material, and with the enhancement of qi, it became even sharper, piercing through the blade almost as easily as tofu.

As the snow fell late, he drew his sword and, with blood still on the tip, stepped back into the courtyard.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly. When he killed his mother, he needed to destroy her energy points to finish her off. Now, he could deliver a fatal blow through the wall without even needing to confirm it, and his aura was continuing to grow stronger.

He stared into those bright red, rose-like eyes and made up his mind.

The most talented killer in the world for countless years has now opened his eyes.

He watched from the side as Xuexia Xuewan walked up to her mother, bowed her head, and smiled.

"Clan members? Immortals and gods? Happiness? The other shore?"

She raised her knife.

The woman covered her neck with both hands, her eyes calmly watching the woman raise the knife. After a moment, she smiled as well.

"Ho..."

A mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth.

"Add...oil...snow..."

Xue Wan, no longer bothered to listen, casually swung her hand and severed her head.

"hehe."

Nomiyama glanced at the headless woman who hadn't uttered the last word, but didn't pay her much attention.

He wanted to kill his daughter, but she killed him instead. That's all there is to it. If there were any tenderness, it shouldn't be shown now.

Yukinoshita Yukinoshita, dragging her long sword, turned to look at her younger sister: "Yuko, are you waiting for me here?"

Yuuko Yukinoshita shook her head: "Take me with you, sister. If you lose, I won't survive either. If we go together, at least we'll die together."

"Don't say discouraging things, Yuko."

Yukino Shita Yukinoya tore off the sash of her mother's kimono and squatted down in front of her: "Then come on up, hold on tight to your sister, and don't fall."

Yuuko Yukinoshita leaned over and tightened her grip, then felt herself being bound by straps.

"call."

Snow fell late at night. She stood up, moved her hands, and made sure everything was alright.

She dragged the knife and started walking towards the courtyard gate: "Yuko, don't be afraid, your older sister is super strong."

Nomiyama followed them, his gaze lingering on the person dragging the long sword.

She didn't wait for the Yukinoshita family to discover the problem, nor did she flee. Instead, she took the initiative, probably because she realized her unusual talent.

The two walked through the passageway of the mansion and then encountered three samurai with swords at their waists.

Nomiyama looked at the three men with a slightly strange expression. This was the first time he had encountered male members of the Yukinoshita clan in the Yukinoshita mansion.

He turned his head and looked to the side.

Snow fell late at night, and with one hand dragging a knife, he patted his younger sister's hand, which was tightening around his.

"Don't be afraid, Yuko, your big sister is here."

She took a deep breath, her expression gradually calming down until she finally regained her composure.

"You, who are you?"

The man leading the samurai suddenly understood something; he reached out and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

A silvery-white streak flashed by, as if drawing a crescent moon.

A hand fell to the ground.

Another cut.

A head fell to the ground.

The other two, seeing the girl suddenly appear before them wielding her knife, finally reacted and opened their mouths to shout.

Two more heads rolled.

Nomiyama looked at those eyes, which were becoming increasingly bright yet increasingly calm, and smiled.

Her growth rate at this moment is absolutely incomprehensible to normal humans. Every swing of her knife makes the next strike more natural and faster, and every kill accumulates that killing intent. She will experience a surge in aura in a short period of time and comprehend more reasonable ways of exerting force. Soon, no one in this house will be able to stop her.

If they don't react quickly enough and don't unite to strangle them immediately, then they will all be lambs to the slaughter.

"..."

Looking at the dozens of people who had appeared in the courtyard, Nomiyama realized for the first time that he had a jinx.

Xuexia Xuewan looked at her tribesmen who had finally realized the problem, and said nothing more.

She simply reached out and patted her younger sister's hand, who was cowering on her back.

"Don't be afraid, Yuko, I'm here. I'm very strong."

Nomiyama turned his head to look at her; she remained expressionless, only her grip on the knife tightened.

She will win, but it's unknown how many injuries she will sustain in this battle.

She had only killed five people; that wasn't enough, and her talent hadn't been fully unleashed.

Without paying any attention to what the other side was saying, Xuexia Xuewan charged forward, dragging her sword with both hands.

Nomiyama did not follow, but waited quietly in the corridor.

A chaotic mix of energy, metal clashing, elements swirling, cries and shouts, culminating in a final, deathly silence.

Nomiyama looked at her, the only one still standing.

The blue kimono, now stained with blood, had turned a dark purple.

She was stabbed three times: twice in the shoulder and once in the left waist.

The two cuts on her shoulder were taken to prevent Yuko from being slashed.

Because of her shoulder injury, she has some weakness in one hand and has to use both hands to drag the knife.

However, her imposing presence silenced even the insects and birds.

Nomiyama watched silently, guessing that, given her personality, she would continue to take the initiative.

She won't run away to recuperate; she'll end it all today, after all...

Nomiyama turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

The senses have already appeared there; the Yukinoshita family members are now gathered there.

Snow fell late at night, grinned, and with a burst of energy, leaped into the sky.

She carried her younger sister on her back and slammed her down in front of the altar, then looked at the leading man on the platform, her eyes burning with blood.

"Oh! Father! Your daughter has come to show her filial piety!"

After saying that, she didn't even bother to listen to the other person's response and just dragged the knife and slashed at them.

Nomiyama watched as the man offered a slight resistance before being cleaved into the courtyard behind him by a single blow, with the man carrying the sword following up and slashing again.

He glanced around at the men and women around him, knowing they would all die tonight.

This altar was prepared for the two sisters. Perhaps one day, when the older sister turns thirteen, they will be refined into elixirs here to grant immortality to this group of people.

But now that she has learned how to kill and cultivate, everything will be over.

Nomiyama stopped watching her various killings, walked to the edge of the altar, sat down, and looked up at the blood moon in the sky.

He understood that the killings here wouldn't affect the astronomical changes; otherwise, he would have definitely turned his gaze over because of the unusual occurrences.

The reason the moon in the sky is red is simply because blood got into her eyes, and the world turned red as a result.

Kill them all, kill them all, wipe them out completely.

Only then did he notice that it had started snowing, and while the bright moon still hung in the sky, snowflakes were falling.

Looking down at the piled-up snowflakes, he was somewhat surprised—red snow?

Oh, it's blood flowing over.

Turning his head, he first looked at the scattered limbs and broken bodies around him before looking at the sisters standing one in front of the other on the altar.

Xue Xia Xue Wan was looking at the dark clouds in the sky, clearly deep in thought.

After a long while, he finally heard her say that.

"There is no such thing as a god or emperor; I am my own savior."

Nomiyama looked up, and after he said that, the dark clouds silently dissipated, the sea of ​​stars twinkled, and a faint light shone down.

Looking at her enveloped in starlight, Nomiyama was reminded of the night he was born.

That's right, there are many stars to keep you company.

......

The memories that follow begin with the sisters' daily lives, such as training, cooking, dealing with the people who noticed something was wrong with Yukinoshita's house and came looking for them, and then beating them up.

Nomiyama thought for a moment and then began to speed up.