Chapter 46: Passing Immortal Sect 4 Part 3

Thud thud thud! Tie Niu’s pounding on the door rang out again.

“Brother Fan! Brother Fan! Bad news, some—”

“Choose the second option.” Lu Yun Ting cut him off resolutely, leaving no room for doubt. “Let’s go. We’ll demolish the Snake Girl Lady Temple right now.”

The Snake Girl Lady Temple was located behind a bamboo grove at the east end of the village entrance. The path wound through secluded beauty, with lush vegetation, murmuring springs, birdsong, and flowers—an air of immortals.

“This place brims with vitality, a convergence of earth veins—the feng shui eye of Ku Xian Village.” Lu Yun Ting said lowly. “The court sorcerers were right. Building the dam through here will surely stabilize the water and soil.”

“Are we really demolishing the temple…” Tie Niu and the villagers gathered in front of the Snake Woman Temple, iron chisels in hand, but hesitated to act. “The Snake Girl Lady has done us favors. Isn’t this repaying kindness with enmity?”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” The Village Chief barked. “This concerns the survival of Ku Xian Village. The Snake Girl Lady will understand. We’ve decided—stop dithering and get to work!”

With that, he took the lead, swinging his iron chisel and smashing it heavily into the temple’s outer wall. Seeing this, the villagers no longer hesitated and joined in.

“Su… Wife, what’s wrong?” Lu Yun Ting turned to the woman beside him, frowning. Her pretty face had completely drained of color, her body trembling slightly as if enduring immense pain.

A trace of pity flashed in Xun Ji’s eyes as he gently shook his head. “It’s nothing. Let’s end it quickly.”

With villagers all around, Lu Yun Ting couldn’t say more and simply nodded to her. The villagers worked fast, soon toppling the outer wall and revealing a graceful statue of the Snake Girl Lady inside.

The villagers’ hands and feet shrank back as they all looked toward the sturdy Fan Tian. Smashing a god’s statue damaged one’s virtue, but Fan Tian was an outsider—better him than a villager.

Lu Yun Ting didn’t hesitate at all. He wasn’t a Ku Xian Village villager, nor was he truly Fan Tian. He just wanted to break out of the illusion quickly.

The tall youth stood before the Snake Woman Statue, his muscular arm raised high. The iron chisel in his hand gleamed coldly, reflecting the faint, flower-like smile at the corner of the Snake Girl Lady’s mouth.

Clang!

The iron chisel smashed down heavily. The Snake Girl Lady’s head flew off, debris scattered, dust filled the air. The stone eyes rolled on the ground and were crushed under a fearful villager’s foot, turning to powder.

Lu Yun Ting struck again and again until he had smashed the entire Snake Woman Statue from head to toe. Only then did he stop.

The villagers set down their tools and knelt en masse toward the pile of rubble, sincerely praying for the Snake Girl Lady’s forgiveness and smooth dam construction.

As the main force in demolishing the temple, Lu Yun Ting had no interest in seeking comfort with them. He greeted the Village Chief and prepared to leave.

“It’s getting late. I’ll go back with my wife first. We’ll continue construction tomorrow.” He was now quite proficient at calling her “wife.”

But the village head didn’t respond. Instead, he stared with wide, elderly, turbid eyes in horror at Lu Yun Ting’s back.

Lu Yun Ting puzzledly turned around, but his pupils contracted sharply upon seeing the person before him.

“Wife!”

The stunningly beautiful woman stood gracefully amid the breeze and birdsong—a scene that should have been like a painting. But the blood seeping from her entire body made it horrifying.

Qingming’s body was like a shattered porcelain vase, cracked with deep gashes from which crimson blood gushed, dyeing her into a bloody figure.

Lu Yun Ting strode forward and caught the collapsing body. His face was extremely grim as he leaned close to the person in his arms and whispered, “Junior Sister Su, what’s going on?”

Though Xun Ji had long known the consequences of smashing the Snake Woman Statue and had prepared mentally, when Lu Yun Ting’s chisel struck, he still regretted it. No one had warned him the scene would be this gory!

He had long spent points to activate Pain Shield, but watching his own body crack apart bit by bit was still utterly terrifying.

The woman’s pretty face was now split into quarters, grotesque like a demon, unable even to speak. Xun Ji struggled to lift his hand, wanting to tell Lu Yun Ting that his master had spent points—not abundant to begin with—to unseal that damned Emotion Vein of his. A thousand Spirit Stones weren’t enough; he needed a raise! But with pain shielded, he couldn’t gauge his strength. He accidentally shook the Mirror Heart Bell.

Lu Yun Ting’s arms holding him stiffened abruptly, his face instantly paling.

The Mirror Heart Bell—a telepathic magic artifact that transmitted sound, thoughts, and sensations. Lu Yun Ting felt as if he himself were the Snake Woman Statue smashed by his own hand—his body torn apart alive, crushed, in unbearable agony, seething with hatred.

“Could Fan Tian’s wife be…” A flash of realization crossed his eyes as he looked down at the woman whose blood was nearly drained, her eyes slowly closing.

“If it hurts too much, just sleep.” He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, “Su Yanran, it’s okay. I’ll take you out of here.”

The flesh and blood in his arms exploded silently like the shattered statue. Blood rain drenched him, blood dust filled the sky.