Chapter 578: An Opportunity
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If death must come, why not me?
In that world where “better a friend die than a monk,” this seemed incomprehensible.
But in this world—or rather, once the Master stepped into it—everything changed.
Those fools seemed to be scrambling to die for him—what a bunch of idiots~
The so-called dead end, the so-called Iron Cauldron Plan—even if Chu Youwei was a complete moron, she understood it now.
It simply meant that either Su Cheng or Xiao Ai had to die.
Was it Su Cheng who gave this world its freedom, or did Xiao Ai choose the freedom that belonged to her?
But even Chu Youwei knew Xiao Ai cherished this bondage, just as Yulan craved being bound by the Immortal-Binding Rope.
The Master couldn't exist without Lady Gu Ai, much like Second Grandma couldn't lose First Grandma—she was an indispensable part.
Chu Youwei dared not imagine what the Master would become if he truly lost Xiao Ai.
Perhaps she would become like her former self, or perhaps she would turn into the Miao Miao of her past life—all to make sure no one else could find peace!
Heh, who would have thought that dying for the Master would require such effort…
May the Master, having lost Youwei, remain as resilient as she was behind the curtain—not too brokenhearted.
In this moment, Chu Youwei suddenly understood why her master had refused to take her as a direct disciple. It was because he didn't want her bound by that empty title, fearing she'd repeat the mistakes of her past life.
For what she was thinking now perfectly mirrored her master's thoughts back then—if only he truly didn't love her…
“Lord Mengdie, perhaps a different outcome is possible.”
“So you're still wet behind the ears? After all that thinking, all you came up with was a loud fart?”
“Youwei will make it happen.”
“Heh, Chu Youwei. When that moment comes, you'll understand. You're still a child who hasn't been weaned, just like that thing you only just figured out.” “
”If I follow Lady Mengdie's advice, what should I do?“
Mengdie stared intently at Chu Youwei without answering. Yes, that was right. Today, Mengdie was using a wine cup. She rarely drank from a cup; it felt stifling.
”Among the trash, you're truly the most despicable one. “Of course, speaking to a lowly creature like Chu Youwei is even more stifling than drinking from a small cup!
Chu Youwei smiled and replied, ”Lady Mengdie flatters me. This is what Youwei ought to do."
Mengdie remained silent for a long time, seemingly pondering why she would help a child who hadn't even been weaned yet.
Her ink-black officer's coat was casually draped over the chair back. Mengdie undid several buttons at her collar, revealing an alluring cleavage.
It seemed she was either hot or annoyed.
Yet, though Mengdie would never admit it, she knew this was jealousy—jealousy over a wet-behind-the-ears brat. How humiliating.
With a flick of her wrist, the Authority manifested—just as she’d once declared. Authority could appear in any form, which was why every Godslayer King’s divine weapon differed.
A pitch-black liquid bubbled in Mengdie’s palm, pulsing as if alive, swirling and dancing in midair…
“I recall the decaying authority lies within the inner city. But how will you prove you deserve this divine power?”
“That little bastard Xiao Ai handed the guardian's authority to that slut fox. That decaying power just sits there unused. But how will you prove to me you're worthy of it?”
“This isn't some trifling gift. Authority isn't something just anyone can handle.”
Chu Youwei was speechless. She possessed no means to prove herself, and this Dream Butterfly was arguably the most intelligent being she had encountered across her two lifetimes.
Xiao Ai relinquishing the guardian's authority spoke volumes. After Xiao Ai's death, someone must inevitably take its place.
The executor's authority had already made its stance crystal clear: this was the inevitable fate of all executors. Lord Xun Ye met this end, and Lord Gu Ai would follow suit.
But Mengdie was different. She herself was the ultimate safeguard of this royal authority. Even if Su Cheng, Su Lin, and Xiao Ai all perished, she possessed the capability to monopolize the royal power. No one could shake her position. As long as she lived, within Qinglong Pass, no one could turn the world upside down.
This was also Chu Youwei's first lesson: words might be false, but actions speak louder than words. These actions represented their decisions.
Su Cheng saw it clearly, Mengdie understood it plainly. Though each harbored their own schemes, there had never been any exchange between them.
The black liquid soon coalesced into a sharp blade. With a single thrust, Mengdie pierced the floor, pinning it to the center of the room.
“This is the power of dominion. Now, let me see if you truly possess the potential to become the God-Slaying King.”
The inky blade shimmered with dark light, its edge seemingly still crackling with electric sparks. It appeared unfinished, for Meng Die seldom wielded swords. This was merely a manifestation born of her intent—a sword of form without substance.
Even from a distance, Chu Youwei felt its oppressive weight—a sensation akin to staring death in the face. Under this crushing pressure, simply rising to her feet demanded every ounce of strength…
Instinctively, her hand reached out, seeking the hilt. It felt as if, like Ye Qinghan back then, drawing this sword would grant her a divine connection.
Yet, before her fingers could even touch the hilt, a pain that felt like flesh being torn apart and blood being boiled dry surged through her entire body!
Yet compared to the agony of a thousand arrows piercing her heart, what did this matter?
She sensed the chaos of spiritual energy, heard Mengdie's cold laughter—a mockery seemingly from the God-Slaying King himself. Just as she had once lectured to ants about how divine destiny could not be forced.
She knew that even if this Godslayer King was thoroughly pleased with her, even as her master's disciple, in Mengdie's eyes she was nothing more than the Lord's mistress. She was identical to that vase her master claimed to adore, or that prized steed—in truth, no different from a mere toy.
Understanding this, one should realize that even her death would mean little to Mengdie. It would have no impact on this world or its ultimate fate.
The reason she was given this chance was merely to provide her master with another path.
Heh, so the Godslayer King isn't all that special after all. Lady Mengdie is just a jealous girl~
She gave it her all, but the instant her fingers closed around the sword hilt, Chu Youwei realized she had underestimated the weight of this power.
Compared to Lady Gu Ai, Mengdie truly knew nothing of cherishing delicate beauty—after all, in the Hall of Dawn, she was the only woman.
In an instant, Chu Youwei was dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, the excruciating pain vanished completely, and her entire being felt as though it had traversed into another dimension!
This place resembled an ink-black lake—no sun, no moon, no stars. Its edges were invisible, and where sky met water, there was only void.
Lord Mengdie was gone. The Dawn Palace was gone. Was this what they meant by traversing mountains and rivers in an instant?
But… where was this place?
Just as Chu Youwei was lost in confusion, Mengdie arrived—though in a way she never could have imagined…