Chapter Seventeen: The Death of Chen Ying

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Manifestation of spiritual power.

This is the external expression after stepping into the Zhīwēi Realm, when the spiritual veins stabilize and spiritual power greatly increases—a feat even Chen Ying himself had yet to master.

The flowing sand kept surging upward, nearly reaching his chest. With a heavy sigh, he ceased struggling. “You must have entered the Zhīwēi Realm even earlier than I did, right?”

Yue Dong said nothing.

But Chen Ying saw the answer clearly and smiled bitterly. “So you’ve been hiding this deeply… Losing to you is not undeserved. Since Awan’s death, you’ve grown increasingly silent over these three years. I can see the burden on your heart. So, if you kill me, will you find release?”

Yue Dong shook his head. “Death cannot heal wounds. I kill you... simply because you deserve to die.”

Chen Ying paused, as if laughing—and yet mocking himself. “You must have replayed that moment countless times, haven’t you? Since it’s come to this, I’ll give you the truth.”

His expression turned cold as he recalled the scene. “Back then, you went to seize the Thorny Bloodspike, while Awan and I stole the Ghost Branch Lotus. Everything was going smoothly, but greed overtook me—I wanted to uproot the entire Ghost Branch Lotus. Unexpectedly, the muddy basin beneath the lotus disturbed the Ghost Tiger. At that moment, Awan warned me to abandon the mission, but I didn’t listen. As a result, we missed the best chance to escape.”

Yue Dong’s eyes grew colder, but Chen Ying seemed oblivious and continued. “The Ghost Tiger was too fast. By the time I grabbed the lotus and fled, we could no longer put distance between us.”

Here, Chen Ying suddenly asked solemnly, “Have you ever heard a story? In a winter forest, two people encountered a ravenous bear demon. The demon wanted to devour them, and both fled, but everyone knows human legs can never outrun a bear. So one of them conceived a plan—he pushed his companion down, attracting the demon’s attention, while he escaped with his life…”

“Do you think he was wrong? And was I wrong?”

“If one day you and I face the same situation, what would you choose?”

Yue Dong’s gaze sharpened, quietly watching him. “You’re merely making excuses to absolve yourself.”

He spoke each word seriously: “You both could have returned alive, but because of your greed, she died.”

“So your questions are meaningless. From the start, you were never a competent captain.”

Those words struck Chen Ying like a blade piercing his heart, exposing his most secret, prideful, and insecure thoughts.

Yue Dong lost all interest in speaking further. He spread his hands, spiritual power surging violently. In an instant, sand blotted out the sun, the howling wind whipped fiercely, and the sinking speed of the flowing sand accelerated, swiftly engulfing Chen Ying’s chest and neck, closing in on his terrified face.

Chen Ying’s breathing grew labored. Yue Dong then drew from his bosom an old, worn hair ribbon, gently holding it.

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