0p0 Chapter 291 Unparalleled Grace
Chapter 291 Unparalleled Grace
Yun Fuzhao rarely thought of them after transmigrating to this world. In fact, even when she was still in that other world, her memories of them were not very clear.
There was only a vague outline.
This time, however, she remembered the few good memories she had with them that she hadn't had in a long time.
Her parents came back from out of town specifically to celebrate her birthday. It was the first time she had ever celebrated her birthday with her parents in her memory, and at that time she thought that her parents didn't actually dislike her that much.
Of course, it would be better if we hadn't overheard their conversation.
"Are we really going to leave her here? She's still our daughter..."
"Have you forgotten what the fortune teller said? She was born with bad luck and will bring us misfortune."
Just like they say, Yun Fuzhao has been unlucky since he was a child, the kind of person who gets something wrong even when drinking cold water.
Those who come into contact with her will more or less be infected with misfortune.
Whether it was due to this misfortune or not, ever since she moved in with her grandparents, the two old people had been in poor health.
Yun Fuzhao was terrified of bringing bad luck to them, and she would often cry and make a fuss, wanting to find her parents...
It doesn't matter who she loves, as long as she loves others.
Thinking of this, Yun Fuzhao laughed. She remembered that once she was so afraid of killing them that she ran away from home alone, carrying a Barbie backpack.
The two elderly people were so frightened that they helped each other search the entire village, and finally found Yun Fuzhao buying spicy snacks at a small shop in town.
The powerful beings listened to her words and remained silent for a moment.
In fact, they had all been a part of Yun Fuzhao's entire childhood. Her growth, her pain, her joy and sorrow, were all clearly remembered by the powerful beings.
Yun Fuzhao: [Dreaming about these things gives me a feeling of unreality, as if everything in the cultivation world is just a dream.]
Maybe if I fail this time, the dream will really end?
The powerful beings remained silent, but they knew better than anyone that this was not a dream at all.
But having spent so much time with her, they knew how much Jiaoyu meant to her. Even if they pleaded until they were hoarse, Yun Fuzhao wouldn't agree.
They had no choice but to compromise.
After a few days, Yun Fuzhao's dantian had almost fully recovered. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't use spiritual energy, you wouldn't be able to tell that her dantian was damaged.
“I will give you a simulation,” Que Yu said. “Don’t act rashly then, I will find a way to help you.”
Yun Fuzhao nodded. "Okay."
Que Yu glanced at her, but ultimately didn't say anything more.
Soon, the day arrived when the four ferocious beasts vowed to behead the dragon clan.
They were incredibly arrogant, gathering the captured cultivators together and forcing them to watch the beheading ceremony.
There was even a human and a demon who were captured.
For everyone, witnessing the beheading of the dragons was tantamount to watching their last hope for survival vanish.
It's a case of killing someone and destroying their spirit.
They naturally invited the ghost realm to observe this ceremony as well.
"This is?"
Shang Ji's gaze swept over Yun Fuzhao, and he looked at him inquisitively, "A new face?"
Que Yu put his arm around Yun Fuzhao's waist and said casually, "A woman who's never seen the world, I brought her along to join in the fun."
"Really?" Que Yu looked at her for a moment and then laughed. "Then you've come to the right place. Just don't scare your little sweetheart to tears."
Que Yu chuckled, "She's got some nerve."
Yun Fuzhao suppressed the urge to throw Que Yu away and replied with a forced smile, "My lord, don't underestimate me."
Upon seeing Shang Ji's face again, Yun Fuzhao expected to be furious, but in reality, she remained calm and showed no emotional fluctuation.
It was as if he had never killed himself.
Que Yu led him to the very center of the viewing platform. Everyone was gathered around this huge circular platform, with a pillar standing in the very center, covered by a black cloth.
A thought flashed through Yun Fuzhao's mind, and his hand, which was hanging in his sleeve, clenched tightly.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Shang Ji sat next to Que Yu and observed her expression from time to time.
In this situation, she cannot show any abnormality.
Yun Fuzhao composed himself and quietly watched the stage.
“We’ve found more than just the dragons,” Taotie on the stage said with a smile, “we’ve also found a Nascent Soul stage expert.”
Yun Fuzhao's heart leaped into her throat.
Several cultivators brought up a man covered in blood.
From Que Yu, Yun Fuzhao learned that the cultivators in the Northern Continent had succumbed to the ferocious beasts and were even helping them to annihilate other cultivators.
The Shangguan family is a prime example.
The man, head bowed, was practically dragged up. The moment the monk supporting him let go, the man collapsed from exhaustion.
Taotie grabbed his long hair, forcing him to raise his head and face the audience. "Well, this is Yun Fuzhao's master—Qu Wangzhi."
This guy is utterly arrogant and ignorant, actually trying to save the entire human world by himself.
The captured cultivators below the stage all fell silent.
Yun Fuzhao stared intently at the stage. Was only his master going to protect the human realm? Where were the patriarchs of the other sects? Were they all just cowards at a time like this?
She was furious, but she couldn't show it in the slightest.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into the flesh of his palms.
Que Yu calmly took her hand, clearly signaling her to calm down.
On the stage, Taotie casually kicked Qu Wangzhi, who didn't even have the strength to resist and lay on the ground breathing with difficulty.
"Do you think Yun Fuzhao will be your savior?" Taotie looked at the disciples below the stage, including some disciples from the Boundless Sword Sect.
"However, it is a great pity that she died in a miracle. The dragons on whom you placed such high hopes..."
He paused, then lifted the black cloth, revealing Jiaoyu bound by iron chains. Huge black hooks were caught on his shoulder blades, piercing through his flesh.
His hands were also chained high, his limbs hung limply, and his exposed skin was covered in scales.
"—And they too will become our spoils of war!"
All the cultivators below the stage were filled with rage. The dragon race was a figure of worship to them. How could they tolerate him being trampled on like this?
"You bastards! I'm going to kill you all!"
A cultivator, his face flushed, struggled to lunge at Taotie, but before he could take more than a few steps, he was beheaded by a member of the Shangguan clan who came up behind him.
Blood splattered on the spot!
Everyone was both angry and afraid, and could only stare menacingly at the stage.
"Listen to me, everyone, beheading someone so quickly is no fun. Let's do something more interesting instead."
A smile played on Taotie's lips as he slowly walked to Jiaoyu's side, toying with a dagger in his hand. The cold blade pressed against Jiaoyu's cheek.
“Since you revere dragons so much,” a sharp dagger sliced across his cheek, drawing a bead of crimson blood, “then I will grant your wish and let you drink the blood of the most revered dragons. How about that? Isn’t that the greatest blessing?”