Chapter 1370: Love’s Depth, Hatred’s Intensity
Chapter 1370: Love’s Depth, Hatred’s Intensity
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Translator: CinderTL
"I was commissioned by Gong Tianzong of the Six Fiends Hall," Gu Huang said. "He paid nine million high-grade spirit stones to have me refine ten thousand fourth-tier corpse puppets. After Wei Gu’s death, it seems Gong Tianzong took control of the Six Fiends Hall."
"Gong Tianzong is a corpse dao cultivator," Song Wen said. "His skill in corpse refinement far surpasses yours. Why would he need your help?"
"He seemed to be occupied with other matters and couldn’t handle everything himself," Gu Huang replied. "He had no choice but to seek assistance."
"Why would Gong Tianzong need ten thousand corpse puppets?" Song Wen pressed.
"That, I don’t know," Gu Huang said. "I was only interested in the spirit stones. What Gong Tianzong plans to do with them is none of my concern."
"Then why did you come to the Abyss of Extinction to refine corpses?" Song Wen asked.
"Gong Tianzong was in a hurry, and I’m not particularly skilled at corpse refinement. Besides, he only paid a million high-grade spirit stones as a deposit, far short of what’s needed. I couldn’t cover the shortfall alone. I happened to be acquainted with Wen Xuan, who is skilled in corpse refinement, so I approached him. He decided to refine the corpses here in the Abyss of Extinction, claiming it would speed up the process. Consort Xi joined the project at his invitation."
Song Wen turned to look at Consort Xi.
"Is everything Gu Huang said true?"
Consort Xi clearly lacked Gu Huang’s resolve. Witnessing the agony he endured had long since extinguished any courage she might have had to resist.
At Song Wen’s question, she shuddered violently before nodding hastily.
Song Wen turned back to Gu Huang.
"Do you know the current location of the Six Fiends Hall?"
After Wei Gu’s death, the Six Fiends Hall had relocated from the mountain valley within the Primordial Qi Death Zone, depriving Song Wen of his opportunity for rapid cultivation advancement.
"I don’t know," Gu Huang replied.
"Then, after you refined ten thousand Corpse Puppets, where did you meet Gong Tianzong for the exchange?" Song Wen pressed.
"We agreed to meet in a mountain valley outside Thousand Blades City," Gu Huang answered.
Song Wen shook his head slightly. A transaction outside Thousand Blades City meant this lead had gone cold. After all, with Gu Huang dead, Gong Tianzong would never show up for the exchange.
"Where did you get that teleportation talisman you used earlier?" Song Wen changed the subject.
"When negotiating the deal with Gong Tianzong, I insisted on a teleportation talisman as part of the compensation. He initially refused, but after much persuasion, he finally agreed and paid it to me in advance," Gu Huang explained.
Song Wen nodded slightly. Gong Tianzong, Wei Gu, and the others indeed possessed teleportation talismans.
After killing Wei Gu, he had obtained two such talismans from his storage ring.
Song Wen didn’t press further with his questions, instead falling silent in contemplation. He was considering whether there were any other matters he needed to clarify with Gu Huang. If not, it was time to activate the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole and devour his divine soul.
Perhaps sensing his impending doom, Gu Huang spoke. "I’ve answered so many of your questions. Might you answer one of mine?"
Song Wen’s expression turned peculiar. Since when did a prisoner have the right to ask questions?
Before Song Wen could respond, Gu Huang continued. "Did you truly share intimate moments with Junior Sister Yingwu?"
"Absolutely," Song Wen replied. "There’s not a shred of falsehood in that."
The pain in Gu Huang’s eyes vanished, replaced by boundless sorrow. "How could this be...? You’ve known her for such a short time, haven’t you? So many fellow disciples and even members from other sects have expressed their admiration for her, yet she never gave them the slightest acknowledgment. Why would she choose you of all people?"
A faint smile suddenly curled the corners of Song Wen’s lips.
"My junior sister doesn’t feel romantic affection towards me. According to her, having witnessed demon beasts mating so often, she became curious about human intimacy. But alas, she finds everyone around her utterly unappealing. Only I, a complete stranger, managed to catch her eye."
Gu Huang’s eyes widened slightly, disbelief written all over his face.
"You’re saying your relationship with your junior sister was merely a fleeting encounter?"
"That’s exactly what she said," Song Wen replied, a hint of regret in his voice.
The light in Gu Huang’s eyes gradually faded, leaving only a lifeless grayness.
Song Wen, oblivious to Gu Huang’s state, wore a look of wistful reminiscence.
"But I felt a profound love for your junior sister, hoping to become her Dao companion. She refused, of course. Even now, recalling those few days of intimacy still stirs my soul with longing... Your junior sister was so soft, and I was so strong. We both found great satisfaction in each other."
Suddenly, Song Wen noticed Gu Huang’s divine soul trembling violently—a sign of impending dissolution!
Could this be... the depth of love breeding the intensity of hatred?
A flicker of surprise crossed Song Wen’s eyes, quickly replaced by a cold, sinister smile.
You brought this upon yourself, not me.
Song Wen paid Gu Huang no further heed, instead activating the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole to devour Consort Xi’s divine soul.
Gu Huang’s divine soul was now like a candle flame in the wind, flickering on the brink of extinction. At most, it had fifteen minutes left before his soul scattered and spirit vanished.
A gentleman values the virtue of allowing others to achieve their aspirations!
Let him experience bone-chilling agony before death!
Song Wen set off, heading back.
In his hand, he held a storage ring—Gu Huang’s storage ring.
After a quick inspection, he retrieved over a million spirit stones and the Turtle Shell Shield. He left the rest untouched.
It’s worth noting that Gu Huang’s storage ring contained far more spirit stones than just this million—there were hundreds of thousands more.
The journey passed without incident.
When Song Wen arrived at the battlefield where Ying Wu and Daoist Wenxuan were locked in combat, the fight was still raging.
However, Daoist Wenxuan was clearly on the defensive, barely managing to fend off Ying Wu’s Azure Phoenix Sword, which threatened him at every turn.
Wielding a three-meter-long stone staff, he strained every ounce of his strength just to hold his ground. The scattered Sword Qi from the Azure Phoenix Sword had already reduced his hands to stumps of bone, leaving his body covered in wounds and blood.
Ying Wu, meanwhile, moved with effortless grace, showing no urgency to finish him off. To prevent his escape, she had erected a sword formation that enveloped a hundred-mile radius.
In essence, Wenxuan was a trapped fish in a barrel, fighting like a cornered beast. His life hung entirely on Ying Wu’s whim.
Noticing Song Wen’s arrival, Ying Wu opened a passage in the sword formation, allowing him to enter.
"What happened to Gu Huang?" Ying Wu asked.
Song Wen didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he flipped his hand, revealing Gu Huang’s severed head, which he tossed toward Ying Wu.
Ying Wu stared blankly at the floating head, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.
"It seems he couldn’t escape after all," she murmured.
With that, she channeled a strand of spiritual power, gently closing Gu Huang’s wide-open eyes.
"What happened to his divine soul?" Ying Wu asked again.
"It went where it should," Song Wen replied.
Ying Wu looked up at him, her gaze filled with gratitude. "Thank you for giving him a chance at reincarnation."
A flicker of surprise crossed Song Wen’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. Ying Wu had clearly misunderstood his meaning.
At that moment, Gu Huang’s divine soul was still within Song Wen’s sea of consciousness, already beginning to disintegrate into soul fragments.
What Song Wen had meant was that Gu Huang’s divine soul had scattered and vanished—a common fate for an enemy at the hands of a cultivator.
However, he couldn’t exactly say, "I’ve shattered the divine soul of your fellow disciple, whom you’ve known for millennia."
So, he had simply offered a vague response.
He hadn’t anticipated that it would lead to Ying Wu’s misunderstanding.
But Song Wen wasn’t foolish enough to clarify. He calmly accepted Ying Wu’s gratitude, letting her continue to believe her misunderstanding.
(End of the Chapter)
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