The Arch-Enemy Must Not Become a Wife

"For this promise, I’ve waited for so many years, so many, many years..."

Qingqing couldn’t help but start to sob as she spoke, tears once again filling her eyes.

"You haven’t had the chance to take me to see the lanterns, so please don’t die, alright?"

Chu Xuan naturally did not respond, so Qingqing laid him gently on the ground, softly caressing his cheek, and said in a whisper:

"Later, you took me to watch a play, it was the ’Record of the Sea of Evil’, about a little nun and a little monk secretly leaving the Buddhist temple, breaking the monastic laws."

"The song you taught me, I still remember it even now."

"I asked you about the ending of the play, and you said it was lost long ago, now only the titles remain, called ’Fate of Death and Life Difficult to Escape Mount Tai’ and ’The Netherworld has issued a ticket to summon people.’"

"The little nun and the little monk in the play, for breaking the Buddhist monastic rules, eventually faced divine punishment and were sent to hell to suffer."

"But if it’s possible, today I hope the person going to the Ninth Hell is only me, you must live well."

Saying this, Qingqing pulled out a wrist-cutting knife she had long prepared from her sleeve, a rare treasure with a jade handle and an ivory blade, which Yao Yufei had specially given her daughter for self-defense.

But at this moment, Qingqing held the gleaming white knife and gradually stabbed it into her own chest, her actions steady, firm, and resolute, completely different from when she could barely open a bottle of pills with her trembling hands.

The intense pain distorted Qingqing’s features, cold sweat trickling from her forehead, yet she remained silent, carving a massive gash in her chest, letting the blood flow freely.

Suddenly, a colorful glow burst from within her, and the sound of her heartbeat thumped loudly.

Qingqing’s body attempted to heal itself, but she forcibly held the wound open, reaching into her chest with her right hand and yanked out her own heart!

This was a wondrous Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, glowing with seven apertures that seemed to breathe, now frantically absorbing surrounding Spiritual Qi as if stimulated by something.

Qingqing’s aura weakened instantly, her complexion turning frighteningly pale. She cautiously held the heart, slowly placing it into the gaping hole in Chu Xuan’s chest.

Tears streaming down her face, she murmured, "I have nothing left now, just this heart. I’m willing to give my true heart to you, hoping you’ll wake up to see me."

Qingqing knew that doing this might just be her wishful thinking, dying might be in vain, but she wasn’t afraid of death, only that it might be useless.

Yet, remarkably, as the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart approached, the Qianming Immortal Qi hovering around Chu Xuan’s wound responded immediately, extending to embrace it, enveloping it, and sending it into Chu Xuan’s chest, placing it where it belonged.

The destructive curse power in the wound seemed provoked, thrashing fiercely!

But the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart was not an ordinary object. Once the Celestial Marrow constitution extended its blood vessels to connect with it, and Immortal Qi infused it, unleashing its power, a radiant glow burst forth!

This radiant glow clashed with the curse power, both sides wearing each other down, reaching a stalemate.

However, the curse power was ultimately like water without a source, a tree without roots, while the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart had two great supports, continuously emitting a glow, gradually wearing down and overpowering this force.

The result was evident on Chu Xuan’s body: the bloody hole in his chest finally stopped bleeding and began to shrink back slowly.

Additionally, more and more blood vessels connected to the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, no longer just the two major arteries...

An extremely weakened Qingqing cried tears of joy, "That’s great, that’s great."

Having lost too much blood, she felt her consciousness gradually blurring. She wanted to hold on, to hold on until Chu Xuan woke up to see her.

But now, she knew she likely wouldn’t be able to wait.

So Qingqing lay in Chu Xuan’s arms, closed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Before completely losing consciousness, her mind was filled with thoughts of the lantern festival she had always longed for but never got to attend.

Sadly, this lifetime had no chance for it; hopefully, there will be one in the next life.

"This time, unfulfilled dreams remain, ardent heart burns, wearing a monk’s robe, covering face, smile a bit~"

"Gates of Hell, Spirit Mountain’s path, hearing passing people’s cries, the human world, not quite so carefree..."

Qingqing softly hummed that beautiful tune in Chu Xuan’s arms, but her voice gradually weakened until it completely ceased.

...

Chu Xuan fell into a nightmare, in which he was covered in blood, being hunted, but his condition was dire, even the Returning Ruins Ancient Cauldron had to be self-destructed, gaining him the chance to break through the siege.

No matter how he tried to escape, he couldn’t elude the net of pursuit that man had cast, who hated him so much that he carefully planned this ambush, determined not to let him escape.

Finally, Chu Xuan once again saw the face of Shangguan Yu, filled with loathsome hatred.

He looked at Chu Xuan with a cold sneer, a sense of triumphant revenge in his eyes, "In the end, I won this round."

As his words fell, what came into Chu Xuan’s view was a sword, an Immortal Sword!

He suddenly awakened from the nightmare, sitting up with cold sweat on his forehead, and then realized there was a person in his arms, a woman with a hideous scar on her chest, her chest cavity empty.