Chapter 159: The Evil Cultivator’s Revenge on Consort Yu
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Hidden deep within the shadows, the evil cultivator fixed his cold, sinister gaze on the Chancellor’s Mansion. His plans for vengeance against Consort Yu had already been set in motion earlier that day.
Although he dared not openly provoke the royal family, his subtle yet insidious methods were enough to leave Consort Yu reeling.
Did she not dream of bearing a little prince to vie for the throne, elevating the Yu Family to the pinnacle of the noble houses? He had thoroughly shattered that aspiration!
The child she carried was indeed a prince—but that was now a thing of the past. He had cast a curse upon her, one so irreversible that its effects would unfold with merciless precision. The boy within her womb would soon lose all male characteristics, transforming into a girl. Yet this child, having originally been male, would grow up with a deeply conflicted nature. Subconsciously, they would feel like a man, and even their body would resemble a woman’s only superficially. Crucially, they would lack the essential attributes of either gender.
In stark contrast, some vestigial male traits would persist, further amplifying the unnaturalness of their form. In essence, Consort Yu would give birth to a child that defied categorization, a tragic anomaly.
This torment was far crueler than outright murder. Moreover, no matter how many children she bore in the future, all would become grotesque creatures, neither fully male nor female.
It was only justice in his eyes—a fate she had earned!
Having exacted his revenge, a wave of exhilaration coursed through the evil cultivator. Yet, as satisfaction faded, his thoughts turned to another target of his resentment: Yu Zhi Yi.
True, she was formidable, and he lacked the strength to exact his revenge now. But just because today was not the day didn’t mean the opportunity would never come. He was unlike righteous cultivators, who could only advance their power through relentless practice and rare treasures. As an evil cultivator, he could draw upon the essence of all things, absorbing blood and resentment to rapidly strengthen himself.
Among these, the blood and grievances of humans were most potent. Even better than that, however, was the essence of other cultivators. Unfortunately, cultivators were scarce and largely concentrated within the protective confines of Dragon-Tiger Mountain and the great sects, fortresses he couldn’t hope to breach.
He had long lamented this fact. But now, standing before him, was a perfect opportunity. The only issue was his lack of strength to seize it.
“When my power returns to its peak, I will devour her flesh and drink her blood!” he vowed to himself, his confidence unshaken that the day was not far off.
With his grim goal set, the evil cultivator prepared to retreat. After all, he had no intention of confronting Yu Zhi Yi tonight. Ambition aside, he was not foolish. Facing her now, in his current state, would only ensure a humiliating and painful death.
Instead, he sought to observe his nemesis, a silent stalker feeding his resolve.
But just as he turned, he froze. A graceful figure had appeared behind him.
Bathed in moonlight, the woman’s elegant features radiated serenity. Her eyes, clear and discerning, lacked both warmth and coldness. Her gaze held no malice or judgment—she regarded him as if he were no more significant than the wild grass along the roadside.
There was no trace of spiritual energy emanating from her, suggesting she was an ordinary woman who had wandered into the night unawares.
Yet, the evil cultivator’s blood ran cold. Every hair on his body stood on end.
“You… you… when did you get here?!” he stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Realizing his panic was too conspicuous, he hastily added, “Don’t misunderstand! You startled me, that’s all!”
Surely, she did not know who he was… right?
Her lips curved into a faint smile. “You seemed bold enough when you set up a formation to kill me,” she said.
His heart leapt to his throat. “You know who I am?”
Yu Zhi Yi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Surely you didn’t think I’d simply destroy your cultivation and let you go free, did you?”
The evil cultivator froze. “What do you mean?”
“I left a mark on you long ago,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. “This mark can only be sensed by myself or someone more powerful than me. Surely, you’re not unfamiliar with this method?”
The evil cultivator’s face darkened. He was indeed familiar with this technique. It was his favorite method of hunting down prey. Once he marked a target, he would wait for them to be alone before striking. To him, these victims were no different from livestock, mere tools for his twisted pleasure.
But now, the tables had turned. The mark—a symbol of death—was on him. For the first time, he felt true fear.
“You… you’ve already exacted your revenge! You can’t kill me again!” He stumbled backward in panic.
Yu Zhi Yi sneered. “Who gave you the delusion that a righteous cultivator would ever spare an evil one?” Her gaze swept over him, lingering on his face. “If I let you go, who will bring justice for the innocent women you’ve killed?”
“But you… you’re a righteous cultivator!” he cried desperately. “Aren’t you supposed to believe in karma, compassion, and saving lives?”
Yu Zhi Yi burst out laughing. “Compassion and mercy? That’s for Buddhist cultivators. As for me, I belong to the Heaven’s Mystery Sect.” She formed a series of hand seals, her lips curling into a sly smile. “And in Heaven’s Mystery Sect, our philosophy is simple: if you’re not convinced, we’ll make you submit by force.”
With her final seal, a wave of black shadows emerged, surrounding the evil cultivator. Each shadow had a pair of blood-red eyes, seething with boundless hatred.
“No…” The evil cultivator tried to move, but his body was frozen. Helpless, he could only watch as the shadows lunged toward him.
In moments, he was motionless. His body fell with a heavy thud, stiff and lifeless like a statue. His youthful visage rapidly aged, his features reverting to the skeletal, decrepit form he had been concealing. Now, he resembled nothing more than a lifeless old corpse.
Yu Zhi Yi knew the truth—his soul had been shredded by the resentful spirits.
She turned her gaze to the shadows still lingering nearby. They hovered aimlessly, their vengeance fulfilled but their purpose gone. Their hollow stares and translucent faces told stories of tragedy—youths and beauties robbed of life by a fleeting encounter with a monster.
A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Poor souls. Victims of his cruelty, taken too soon and denied peace even in death.”
Without intervention, these spirits would wander endlessly, their resentment tainting everything they touched. Even if they meant no harm, their very presence would bring misfortune to the living. Worse still, some might evolve into malevolent spirits, preying on the innocent.
Yu Zhi Yi’s resolve hardened as she studied their faint, sorrowful expressions. Despite her stern exterior, she couldn’t bear to leave them to such a fate. Once more, she raised her hands, forming intricate seals while chanting an incantation. Her voice carried a note of compassion, a quiet promise to these lost souls.