The Demon Concubine of God

Chapter 467 My maternal grandfather died

Chu Yanqiu only threatened Shen Wen to release the people, but Shen Wen would never agree to that.

Shen Wen slowly looked at his glossy fingernails and said, "I can release him if you withdraw all your troops from Dajuejing City, and move them five hundred miles away from Dajuejing City. Then I will keep my promise and release your grandfather."

At this moment, a cultivator behind Chu Yanqiu leaned closer to him and said, "We can't fall for her trick. Anyway, we have the most people now and have surrounded the place. She only has a few hundred blood talismans. Junior brother, your skill is specifically designed to counter blood talismans. At worst, we can sacrifice a few more people in the initial melee. I believe that if we can drag it out long enough, you will definitely be able to kill all those few hundred blood talismans."

Chu Yanqiu frowned, staring intently at the cultivator from Thousand Peaks Mountain. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped him across the face, cursing, "You bastard! Don't you understand the situation? My grandfather is still in her hands. If anything happens to him because of this, I will kill all the cultivators from your Thousand Peaks Mountain sect first."

The monk was scolded like a grandson, his body bent over and his head bowed, like a third grandson who couldn't straighten his back.

Chu Yanqiu looked at Shen Wen and said, "You arrogant and doting maid, you're nothing but a plaything under my crotch. You've only been with that little emperor for two days and you think you've already soared to the heavens, daring to challenge me here. Do you think that by helping the little emperor force me to withdraw my troops, you can avert the crisis of national subjugation? You've underestimated my strength. Let me tell you, even if I withdraw everyone behind me five hundred miles away from the capital, even if no one in this uprising follows me to achieve merit and rise to power, relying solely on myself, fighting alone, I can still end that little emperor in the golden palace with a single sword."

Shen Wen seemed to be meeting this Lord Chu for the first time. He was incredibly sharp-tongued. The words he uttered were completely unlike his usual image as a dashing and debonair civil official.

Shen Wen didn't waste any more words with her. She asked, "Are you going to withdraw your troops or not?"

Chu Yanqiu looked at her with a dangerously imposing gaze, as if he had released enough intimidation before saying, "Fine! I will grant your request. I hope you will keep your promise. I will withdraw my troops, and you will immediately release my grandfather."

Shen Wen nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep my word."

Chu Yanqiu was fairly satisfied and nodded.

But at that moment, the cultivator beside Chu Yanqiu suddenly launched a sneak attack on Shen Wen. Moreover, this cultivator was an evil cultivator who could summon mountain spirits and monsters. As his tiger claws reached for Shen Wen's neck, two black mists suddenly sprang out from his sleeves. One attacked Shen Wen's head, while the other powerful black mist went towards the blood talisman guarding Shen Wen's side.

The movement happened in a split second, swift and fierce. Shen Wen, a mere mortal, had no chance to dodge. He was bitten on the forehead by the venomous tongue formed from the black mist, and at the same time, the cultivator grabbed his neck. Like a fish unable to break free, his life hung in the balance.

Chu Yanqiu was stunned when he saw the cultivator pull off such a brilliant move.

However, this seemingly brilliant comeback was nothing but an illusion. Contrary to their expectations, Shen Wen was not injured by the attack from the black mist venomous snake, nor suffocated by the cultivator's choking. On the contrary, the cultivator, due to his reckless action, was struck by a sudden burst of power from Shen Wen's body, flying several meters away before scattering like broken parts on the ground, thus fulfilling his life's mission.

Before anyone could even figure out what was going on, a fierce battle was about to break out between the two sides. The invincible Blood Talisman was crushing the enemy, leaving their limbs scattered everywhere. The bloody scene was unparalleled in the history of battles.

Chu Yanqiu disregarded the losses of his men and horses. He was only concerned about the safety of his grandfather. His eyes followed his grandfather's trail. The blood on his sword, stained with the blood of the blood talisman, proved the vast difference in power between him, an anomaly, and the blood talisman. This was one in ten thousand who had painstakingly built a dual-fate imperial empire over the past hundred years.

While Chu Yanqiu was fighting the Blood Talisman as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, he chased after the direction in which his grandfather had been kidnapped.

Just as he was getting closer and closer to his grandfather, Shen Wen, along with the Blood Talisman Guard, blocked his way.

The blood talismans they brought this time were even more powerful, each comparable to a Celestial Venerable. Even if they were attacked by Chu Yanqiu, they would not fall down immediately, as tough as steel and as if they were immortal.

Shen Wen, who was hiding behind the high-level blood talisman and watching Chu Yanqiu fight, had an outwardly calm expression, but in reality, his mind was just like the fierce battle outside, constantly vying for control of his own consciousness.

However, Yu Chi Lian was too powerful. No matter what Shen Wen, as the original owner of this body, did, she could not snatch it from Yu Chi Lian. However, this time Shen Wen had more confidence because she, a mortal, had actually detected two mysterious and powerful forces that were silently helping her. One force was always protecting her, while the other force was more familiar. Every time Shen Wen tried to break free from the restraints, that force would exert an incredible effect. As this familiar force gradually merged with her, Shen Wen's consciousness saw the increasingly clear object clearly. It was the Inch Heart Sword that the immortal had given her in the cave.

Shen Wen suddenly understood that this divine sword was meant to be used in this way. Shen Wen tried her best to maintain her consciousness, and she admired herself for having such strong willpower. This willpower, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, could even contend with the gods.

Just as Shen Wen was standing still, struggling with his soul, Chu Yanqiu, who was trapped in the encirclement, also pushed his divine skills to the limit. In the end, he used a devastating sword strike to destroy all the blood talismans, leaving them all lying on the ground temporarily unable to fight.

Chu Yanqiu held the sword, his entire body now soaked in blood, with drops of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

He looked at Shen Wen and changed his mind about saving his grandfather first. He decided to capture the leader first. As long as he killed Shen Wen, the culprit who controlled the blood talisman, the whole battle would be turned around immediately.

He stared at Shen Wen, walking towards him step by step like a god of death.

While Shen Wen was engaged in a fierce internal struggle, he appeared to be a dazed fool, watching helplessly as Chu Yanqiu approached him.

Time ticked by, second by second, and the lovers who had pledged their lives to each other were about to face an irreversible tragedy.

finally.

Chu Yanqiu swiftly plunged the blood-stained knife into Shen Wen's stomach.

Who would have thought that such a fast knife still wouldn't pierce Shen Wen's stomach? It was blocked by a body that quickly flashed in. The knife went into that body, the entire blade went into the stomach, and only the hilt was left outside.

Seeing this outcome, Chu Yanqiu's violent emotions were reflected on his face. He even hated the soldier who had taken the knife for Shen Wen.

Chu Yanqiu's twitching face turned to the soldier who had shielded him from the attack.

But when he saw the appearance of this so-called lowly soldier, he was shocked, followed by disbelief, heartache, and collapse. A series of words could not describe his feelings at this moment.

"Grandfather...Grandfather, it's you! No...no...this can't be real..."

Chu Yanqiu was babbling incoherently, and he could no longer hold the sword that was practically an extension of his hand, dropping it to the ground with a clatter.

Chu Yanqiu almost slid to his knees to reach his grandfather and embraced the swaying grandfather.

Shen Wen, who had just been saved, was also confused by this shocking scene. At this moment, she felt as if she were in a dream, and she preferred to believe that it was all an illusion, a dream that was leading her into an abyss.

Chu Yanqiu hugged his maternal grandfather, who had raised him, and for a moment felt as if he had returned to the time when he relied on him in his youth.

At this moment, he was already in tears, just like a young child, wailing loudly for his maternal grandfather with his mouth wide open.

The city lord of Xiliang, whose life was already on its last legs, laboriously placed his large hand on Chu Yanqiu's tear-streaked face, as if he were wiping away the tears of his grandson.

The grandfather forced a smile, as if comforting his beloved grandson. He opened his mouth to give his grandson a few last words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, mouthfuls of blood gushed out. The surging blood initially flowed in thin streams, then slowly gushed out. Blood gushed from his pierced internal organs, flowing not only from his mouth but also from his nose...

"Grandpa..."

Just moments ago, Chu Yanqiu was domineering and ruthless, like a god of death. In an instant, he seemed to have developed human emotions, and thus began to vent his grief.

But even so, it's all in vain. Humans often try to hold onto what they cherish with grief, but even if they are deeply saddened and regretful, they eventually find that it's all for naught.

His maternal grandfather still collapsed and passed away, without uttering the last words he wanted to say.

Holding his maternal grandfather's body, Chu Yanqiu severed ties with his surroundings, becoming as if he belonged to a different world.

The life-or-death struggle continued, contrary to Shen Wen's expectations that the sinister illusion would cease once someone's goal was achieved. The surrounding forces were still locked in combat, and countless lives were being swept away in a brutal massacre.

As Shen Wen watched all this, he grew increasingly panicked.

Since the game hasn't ended yet, it means that person has an even bigger trap waiting for Shen Wen.

The people, who had been utterly devoid of their humanity, had descended into a state of indiscriminate hacking and slashing, friend or foe. How could Shen Wen, adrift in the chaos of battle, possibly escape unscathed? The Blood Talismans, almost wiped out by Chu Yanqiu, had no one left to care about her.

Several times, Shen Wen narrowly escaped death by dodging sudden attacks.

But... I don't know.

Shen Wen was completely unaware that he had narrowly escaped this crisis because other people had come to his side to protect him.

Qingming, dressed in a green robe, flashed to Shen Wen's side. He waved his five fingers in front of Shen Wen's eyes and found that she was stunned and did not react at all. Qingming's expression immediately became tense.

"Little girl...little girl, wake up! It's so dangerous, and you're still spacing out. Are you out of your mind?"

Qingming disregarded everything else and grabbed Shen Wen's hand, ready to flee the battlefield.

But just as he pulled her a couple of steps, Shen Wen regained her composure.

Meanwhile, Chu Yanqiu, who was filled with hatred behind him, suddenly appeared beside Shen Wen with a strange movement.