The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

"This is the second time." Bai Qian's cool voice seemed to carry a hint of resentment or dissatisfaction as she finished speaking and turned her head.

Seeing this, Nian Cheng acted decisively, his body quickly fading away as he tried to escape before Bai Qian could make a move.

But it was too late the moment she showed up.

An invisible force instantly enveloped her, and then she was squeezed into a crystal-clear glass bead that rolled on the ground.

The woman inside frantically pounded on the glass beads, but the beads rolling on the floor remained motionless.

"Do it yourself." Bai Qian bent down, picked up the glass bead, and handed it to Nian Qi.

Under Bai Qian's gaze, Nian Qi nervously took the glass bead, then fell silent, holding the smooth, cold glass bead in his hand.

"This is the last remnant of her soul. If you crush it, it will be gone," Bai Qian said calmly, her dark eyes fixed on Nian Qi.

The woman with the glass bead seemed to know something too; she saw that Nian Qi appeared to be pleading for something.

Nian Qi stared at the glass bead in silence for a long time.

She took a slight breath, looking at Nian Cheng in the glass bead, and at her sister's pleading eyes.

She lowered her eyes and pinched her fingers together.

It sounded like a short scream or a wail as shards of the glass bead fell to the ground, and the person inside vanished like dust before Nian Qi's eyes.

The crystal-clear, glass-like fragments were scattered all over the ground, melting in the firelight.

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I feel like this chapter is a bit long-winded, but if I didn't, it would feel a bit bland, so I added a little more plot QAQ. The next chapter will finish Taiheng's story.

Regarding the enemies that follow, we will try to be less drawn out. We will kill them directly if we can kill them directly, and we won't have to use the same tactic multiple times. (shrinks back)

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Volume 1: Chapter 278, The Long Night Ends Here

The entire city seemed to tremble like a mountain, with one tremor after another, like the cries of the masses, yet also like the sounds of prayers rising and falling.

After the hungry beast was chopped into minced meat, it left behind a ball of grayish-black mist. This ball of mist was the resentment that Yang Gong had mentioned, the resentment that had accumulated in Taiheng City over the years.

The resentment, almost solidified into a tangible force, seemed to echo with sorrow simply by being gazed upon, and the hatred showed no sign of abating.

Nian Qi regained consciousness from the hallucination. Upon seeing these resentful spirits, he hesitated for a moment, but still tried to control them and send them to Yang Gong, just as Yang Gong had instructed.

Although she could control these resentments, she could also clearly sense what kind of aura these resentments emitted.

Perhaps there was also a trace of pity. Even without Yang Gong's explanation, she could roughly sense what these resentments were.

These resentments are essentially the thoughts of pitiful people before they die.

Yang Gong remained silent, slowly dissecting the resentment that had been sent over the years. He separated the surviving souls of the Taiheng people from these complex and chaotic resentments, allowing them to return to their original bodies and awaken again.

Pure does not mean much malice or resentment. It is purified little by little by using incense. After purification, it is sent to the underworld, which is the place of reincarnation. Although the underworld is now full of external gods and demons, the place where the Lord of Mount Tai is located remains unchanged.

It maintains the most basic order of reincarnation.

Good souls are sent to be reborn, while evil souls are left behind and devoured directly.

The old man had no intention of living; from the moment he arrived here, he had lost that thought.

Whether you call it atonement or simply courting death, He is already standing here.

Having absorbed this resentment filled with pure malice, His already clouded reason, weakened by the lack of offerings, would surely be lost in the resentment.

At that time, Taiheng's original City God will instantly transform into something eerie.

But because He had made preparations from the beginning, He was not flustered when faced with His body and mind being gradually eroded by resentment.

Turning my head to look at the towering banyan tree behind me, I saw more and more human faces on its surface and its bark gradually cracking.

Looking down at Bai Qian, who was discussing with Bai Yao what to eat to increase her height, she saw Bai Qian standing on the ground.

"The thing I asked you to keep before should still be there, right?" The wrinkles on his face and the deathly aura were becoming more pronounced, but the old man's voice had become strong and energetic.

Bai Qian, who wanted to convince Bai Yao that giraffe meat could make her grow taller, looked up upon hearing this, took a dead tree branch from Liu Yin Mansion, and without asking the old man what he intended to do with it, simply threw it over.

Yang Gong took the branch that Bai Qian handed him.

With trembling hands, he lifted the branch, and a small, unnamed flower slowly bloomed on the withered branch.

Looking at the banyan tree, he gripped a branch and glanced at it tremblingly.

Then he forcefully drove the branch into his heart.

The banyan tree shook violently twice, and golden light fell like raindrops as it swayed.

The resentment that had gathered in the banyan tree was partially dispelled by Yang Gong's attack, transforming from a dark weapon into light gold, bright incense sticks that drifted freely in the wind like golden raindrops.

Yang Gong did not stop. He pulled out the branch and then let it continue to sink into his body.

At that moment, He might simply want to atone for His sins.

If there is any fault, perhaps it is simply due to my own inaction.

Sometimes I think that if I really tried my best, whether it was those powerful families, or the Lotus Sect or the demons of the imperial court, and tried to drive them out of Taiheng, even if I didn't succeed, would the lives of the people be better?

They lit lamps and burned incense day and night for themselves, praying for something that might not come true—they wanted to be saved.

Even if it doesn't succeed, even if it doesn't achieve its goal.

But I did nothing; I just watched these things happen.

If there is any resentment to be held against, it should be against oneself.

It was their god who abandoned them.

Then let their gods die with them, let dust return to dust, and ashes to ashes.

I owe them.

The resentment absorbed by Yang Gong did not resist. Even though the old man was already exhausted, they simply stayed put and allowed him to purify them.

A wisp of incense burns in exchange for a wisp of resentment; this is unfair, yet it seems to be fair in a way that is perfectly reasonable.

His body grew increasingly aged, and death filled his entire being.

The incense sticks fell more and more rapidly, like raindrops.

The old man suddenly stopped moving, looked at Bai Qian, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"It's time for you to take action." He's getting old after all, and he's only managed to purify it to the 60% level he initially expected before he couldn't go on anymore.

Bai Qian frowned slightly upon hearing this, her dark eyes reflecting the old man's hunched figure.

She certainly understood what the old man meant.

It should be said that Bai Qian respected His thoughts.

As the [Su Tang] sword was drawn, its gleaming blade reflected half of the girl's face, like snowflakes in the sunlight.

The old man gazed at Bai Qian, watching her gently raise and lower her sword.

A flash of sword light appeared.

The sword light was not fast; compared to the sword light that had just been unleashed at the hungry beast, it was worlds apart. If the old man had intended to block it, he could have certainly done so.

He simply watched the sword light approach without moving an inch.

The sword flashed past Yang Gong, and past the banyan tree covered with human faces.

Time seemed to stand still for one second, but then began to flow again in the next.

His body, the body of the banyan tree, turned into golden light and rain and dispersed. Then it was as if the sky was covered with golden incense, and a torrential rain poured down.

Like the sun rising high in the sky after the long night has come to an end, illuminating the shadows of the night and washing away the filth of the earth.

The demonic aura that permeated Taiheng came to an end; the demonic aura was destroyed by incense offerings, and the magic array was broken by prayers.

One by one, the unconscious people awoke from their slumber, gazing blankly at the golden raindrops falling from the gloomy sky.

Watching the golden raindrops fall to the ground and splash into the cracks of the bluestone slabs, and then seeing a lush green grass sprout from one of those cracks.

Life bursts forth from this land; withered branches sprout tender leaves, and in the flowerbeds that were devoid of any color just a moment ago, hundreds and thousands of flowers bloom in the next.

In just a moment, the city burst into full bloom, adorning the desolate city.

As if waking from a deep dream, they all spontaneously stepped out of their homes to bask in the golden light.

"What's this?" Bai Qian tilted her head, looking at the wooden cane that Bai Yao handed her, puzzled.

She's getting a light shower right now, and it feels quite nice.

"Look for yourself, it seems that Master Yang left a message." Bai Yao didn't explain, but simply handed the cane to Bai Qian.

Bai Qian took the cane, paused slightly, and then pondered in silence for a moment.

Then, leaning on his cane, he took a step forward.

The shoes touched the void, and a golden ripple spread from the toes of the feet.

So they walked step by step into the sky, getting soaked in the rain.

People stood on the ground, also getting wet in the rain, watching the figures walk step by step up to Taiheng.

That figure, as slender and pure as glass, was holy and noble.

Of course, they couldn't see the figure clearly, but the moment they saw it, they already knew its identity.

That was a god, the god who pulled Taiheng out of the abyss, the god they needed to worship.

The incense offerings, even purer and more fervent than the light and rain, gathered together.

They watched the figure, seeing Him raise the scepter symbolizing divine authority and then lower it.

The golden sun was born here, sweeping away the gloomy sky. The gentle yet intense light and rain fell equally on everyone.

The long, dark night has come to an end.

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Done! I'm so sorry I'm an hour late (bowing)

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Volume One: Taiheng's Summary

First of all, thank you very much for reading this far. This book has now reached 650,000 words, which is halfway through the planned process. It is thanks to everyone's support that we have been able to get to this point. Thank you again.

The story of Taiheng is actually longer than expected. Initially, I wanted to try a different approach. Some readers mentioned that the plot of this book is somewhat monotonous, so I wrote Taiheng's story with the intention of changing my perspective and exploring other routes. Although it is not significantly different from the previous story so far, it has not yet reached a point that I am completely satisfied with QAQ.

Some descriptions of ordinary people and plot points, as well as the story of the two Nian sisters, were cut because I was worried that they might become too padded. I wanted to optimize the reading experience for everyone as much as possible.

However, we are trying to make Asahi's emotions more varied and endearing, and we will continue to work on this in the future.

The main theme of this book is slaying demons, which remains unchanged and will not change in the future. However, the subsequent plot will continue to incorporate some interesting elements and attempts to provide readers with a slightly different reading experience. Readers' experience is the author's primary concern, so please feel free to share any opinions or suggestions you may have. The author values ​​your feedback and will strive to consider and improve upon it!

There will also be more scenes involving physical intimacy, and we will try to add more of those later. Because of Asahi's personality, the development of these scenes will be a bit slow, but we will try to move them forward gradually.

As is customary, please feel free to continue reading. If you encounter any problems or have any opinions while reading, please raise them, and the author will respond and revise or study them as soon as possible!

Finally, this is the 100th time I've expressed my love for everyone, and I hope you'll continue to support me in the future.

Volume 1: 279. You, go and deal with Bai Yao.

Gloomy and profound.

The sky seemed to be covered by an extremely dense, blood-black color, with not a single ray of light visible; everything was filled with the somber color of blood.

The whole world was incredibly quiet. A person dressed in a blood-red robe stood here, standing next to the ragged people around him.

Around the person in the blood-red robe, ragged people kept passing by. They didn't look at the person in the blood-red robe, but just kept walking forward, either carrying something or walking forward blankly.

What they had in common was that their eyes were devoid of any life, as if they were just puppets acting on predetermined orders, only moving along with commands in a hollow way.

Just like this blood-red world, it is devoid of light.

There is no light, nor is there any hope; rather, the people standing here at this moment have no idea what hope is.

A girl with short, brown hair and a few gray hairs followed in the crowd, carrying a strange piece of cloth wrapped in tattered rags and soaked in blood.