Chapter 312 - You’re Life Is Mine (1/2)

Translator: StarReader

Editor: Elitecoder

Lightning twisted around him like snakes. It donned him with an armor that flickered purple.

Zhuo Fan’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared at the heavens. His veins popped one by one out of his skin, threatening to burst. With the sharp Lightning Wings stretching a meter in every direction increasing the lightning output, a hundred meters around him was pulverized.

Zhuo Fan was now the avatar of a demon god, bent on spreading chaos and slaughter. And that horrifying face was twisted to such a degree, even the audience watching beyond the veil felt weak in their knees.

Even the seven houses’ Profound Heaven experts were shaking at the mighty display.

Chu Qingcheng struck the National Elemental Stone calling out his name as tears fell from her eyes, evidence of the pain in her heart. They were wrong about him. He was the one hurting the most from Xue Ningxiang’s passing.

He chose to suppress his grief, to take them all to safety before going to slaughter Huangpu Qingtian.

Luo Yunchang was choking with emotion seeing Zhuo Fan go mad from the pain of loss. Luo Yunhai was startled, “I have never seen big brother Zhuo lose control like that!”

Captain Pang nodded, his knuckles white.

Zhuo Fan had always been wise and collected, an indomitable mountain, just like a true leader. Only now he realized their tough and resolved Steward Zhuo had a weaker side.

Zhuo Fan’s howls and twisted features evoked silent cries from the Luo clan. [What pain, what torment must his heart be enduring for him to show such grief?]

The entire Luo clan turned to Regent Estate.

For the first time ever, this meager barely ascended second rate clan was looking at the head of the seven houses with a thirst for battle.

Luo Yunhai’s eyes flashed as they took in Huangpu Tianyuan and Leng Wuchang. They burned with endless rage, wishing nothing more than to purge the two from this world.

Uncaring of the looks the ants gave him, Leng Wuchang smiled, “Prime Minister, you were saying?”

“A hero always falls for the princess. I never expected for such a cautious kid to get wrapped up in such a cliche. A shame really.” Zhuge Changfeng sighed.

Leng Wuchang laughed, “It’s because of his paranoid nature, of his dead heart, that a man who by all intents and purposes shouldn’t have weaknesses would lose his mind in the simplest fashion. Emotional people have normal reactions when they are excited. While those dead inside, the tiniest spark could set them off and collapse them from within!”

Zhuge Changfeng nodded helplessly.

[Monkey, you cannot fight an old fox after all…]

“Huangpu Qingtian, your life is mine!”

Zhuo Fan’s roar broke everyone out of their reverie and even Chu Qingcheng’s shouts stopped. They saw him shoot for the skies and he was gone the next second.

“Zhuo Fan, don’t go! You know it’s a trap…” Chu Qingcheng smashed at the National Elemental Stone, crying herself hoarse. But her voice was unable to pierce the veil.

Zhuo Fan wouldn’t have stopped even if he did hear her.

He had long passed the point of no return. His emotions were scarring his heart and the madness was the only sign showing what he was going through. He was driven by one thought alone, fueled by his inner turmoil. Nothing mattered more than ripping Huangpu Qingtian’s head from his shoulder in offering to Ning’er…

Chu Qingcheng was crying and shouting long after he was gone.

Grandmother held her, “Child, he’s doing it for another woman, not you. So why are you…”

“Grandmother…” Chu Qingcheng looked at her through tears, “Didn’t you say he was cold and ruthless? How did he change?”

Ugh!

Grandmother was lost for words.

[How should I know? I am not his shadow!]

She had to admit however that not even she, who had raised three generations of Drifting Flowers Edifices’ elders, noticed Zhuo Fan having such strong affection for someone.

Sighing, Grandmother shook her head.

Chu Qingcheng closed her eyes and said, “I knew I had made the right choice back then.”

Startled, Grandmother nodded helplessly, “Perhaps…”

“Do you want to save her?” An aged voice pierced Chu Qingcheng’s ears.

Chu Qingcheng turned in the voice’s direction, “You don’t have to speak. If you are intent on saving her, come see me in the forest thirty miles from here. But you better hurry, lest the window closes. She only has two hours left.”

Shuddering, Chu Qingcheng pulled out of Grandmother’s embrace and flew away.

Grandmother was stunned, but Chu Qingcheng’s impatient voice came next, “Grandmother, I have something to do. I’ll be back soon.”

Grandmother frowned.

She used to know everything when it came to Drifting Flowers Edifice. [Just what is Chu Qingcheng going to do?]