"Evil Demon, your doomsday has come."

Song Qingsi gazed at the opposite, speaking softly.

Hee, as if facing a great enemy, stared closely at the long-handled scythe in her hand, saying gravely:

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be..."

"There's no need to worry about who I am," Song Qingsi interrupted, saying directly, "You were resurrected by the evil power inherent in some soul."

Dark flames entwined around the long-handled scythe.

As she spoke, these terrifying flames soared into the sky, manifesting into a skeleton clad in a black robe.

—The Fiery Flame Death God!

"I can retreat, and we won't interfere with each other," Hee said.

"Do you dare try to fool me with such words? Go to hell."

The girl grumbled, pointing the long-handled scythe forward.

An unparalleled magic had already been unleashed.

In a flash—

Hee roared angrily:

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

It stretched out its hand to form a curse seal, but as the handprints were completed, nothing happened.

The girl sneered, shaking her head:

"You've been hit by his trick 'Enmity Fate', and his Yanfutu Skill, your mana is drained, your body is broken, it's only normal that your magic occasionally fails."

"After all, at this moment, I hold true fortune."

Boom—

Endless dark flames descended from the sky.

The Fiery Flame Death God embraced Hee, burning with endless dark flames, turning everything to nothing.

The wind blew.

Hee left not even a corpse behind.

The girl casually waved, hoisting the black long-handled scythe onto her shoulder, muttering to herself:

"It was hard to come out and play... can't waste it."

Her figure flashed, reappearing in the Outer World.

Looking around.

The multitude was struggling—

They hurriedly sought to break free from their predetermined fate, thus avoiding the obliteration of doomsday's cycle.

The entire world's fate had become invigorated.

Yet all the Power of Destiny continued to transform into threads, endlessly transferring to the depths of the Inner World.

The girl pondered for a moment, snapped her fingers.

Snap.

Void flashed.

A tiny figure fell down, landing on her shoulder.

It was a thumb-sized elf.

He looked very old, his face full of wrinkles, wearing a long pink nightgown, his eyes sleepy, hands adorned with golden rings, even his eye mask was made of gold, yawning lazily.

"What do you want? Fierce woman, didn't I tell you not to call me unless it's necessary?"

The old elf took off the eye mask, complaining.

"There's a money-making opportunity, and I thought of you immediately," the girl said.

The old elf instantly perked up.

With a slight shake of his body, the pink nightgown disappeared, replaced by a proper suit.

However, every pocket of this suit was bulging, dangled heavily, tightening the clothes such that the entire suit was deformed.

A note was attached to the back of the suit:

"Please dry clean, iron flat, and then give me a piece of gold."

—This was a magic note.

Anyone who saw the note would take this suit for dry cleaning, iron it flat, then place a piece of gold inside.

Perhaps this was the reason the suit's pockets were stuffed.

"What money-making opportunity, young mistress, I'm all ears."

The old elf said solemnly.

"Listen, this girl I'm possessing holds the Swordsmanship of Doomsday, qualified to inherit the world's Power of Destiny."

The girl continued:

"Your clan has many treasures, but I guess there's some treasure that can transfer all the Power of Destiny to her."

"Anna, you're thinking too simplistically, how could such a treasure exist in the world."

The old elf waved his hands repeatedly.

The girl's expression unchanged, she said seriously, "If you accomplish this, go find that fighting thug, he's a rich man, he'll give you the largest piece of gold."

"How large?" the old elf asked.

"Larger than you can imagine," the girl replied.

The old elf showed a look of hesitation.

"But... there really isn't such an elf treasure in the world!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

The girl said, "When you get that piece of gold, you'll also receive the most valuable contribution award."

"I don't care about that award, I've won countless awards in my life—"

The girl interrupted him:

"The recipient of that award can get the largest and most delicious strawberry cake, personally made by Gu Qingshan!"

The old elf swallowed his saliva, protesting:

"It's ridiculous, no one can achieve that task, no wonder Gu Qingshan is willing to give away a strawberry cake, because it's simply unachievable!"

"I don't care, I'm just telling you, now I have to go back," the girl said.

She closed her eyes.

All the dark flames merged into her body.

The long-handled dark scythe also disappeared into the void.

It seemed she was leaving Song Qingsi's body—

And she didn't care what the old elf thought.

Inner World.

"Wait a minute! If you hit again, the girl will die!"

Fu Caier shouted sharply.

Wu Xiaode indeed paused.

A chance.

Fu Caier's eyes flashed, her demeanor completely returned.

"Second Senior Brother!"

She cried out, wailing:

"Save me! I have wholeheartedly cultivated, with absolutely no evil thoughts, why would a monster attach to me!"

Wu Xiaode's fist loosened, all killing intent dissipated from his body.

"Cai Er," he sighed, "you're really foolish, you don't even recognize the power on the Heavenly Origin Sect Master, how dare you try to seize it?"

Fu Caier wiped her tears, crying piteously.

"Whimpering, it was my fault, I shouldn't have been greedy, second senior brother, please forgive me."

"Sigh," Wu Xiaode sighed again, "The power of fate is one thing, how could you dare to casually absorb the power of that Evil Demon? Evil Power is like an abyss, once anyone touches it, they can never turn their life around, how could you dare to devour it!"

Fu Caier fell to the ground, knelt down, hugged Wu Xiaode's legs, and cried bitterly:

"I truly didn't know, I just wanted to become stronger."

Meanwhile, hidden within her soul, the monster was rapidly flipping through her memories.

He—

Had always treated her well.

The relic was given to her by him!

So let her use her specialty!

At this moment, Wu Xiaode's face was full of struggle, he reached out and touched her head, whispering:

"Yeah, senior brother understands."

Fu Caier lay on his waist, sobbing quietly:

"As long as senior brother forgives me, I am willing to serve as a concubine, be a servant, anything."

"I beg you, senior brother!"

Wu Xiaode sighed, nodded, and said:

"Alright then."

"Senior brother will forgive you this time."

Fu Caier felt a weight lift off her heart.

Survived!

As long as she gets through the arrival of Doomsday, she can slowly find a way, manage it gradually.

The final winner is me!

She wiped her tears, twisted her body, displaying her most captivating side, looking up, she said:

"Senior brother is the best, I will love senior brother forever."

Wu Xiaode smiled faintly, lifted her up gently, and with a "bang," punched, directly exploding her head.

"Gotcha."

He whispered.

——It wasn't easy!

She got into character, got her interaction, and the monster temporarily relaxed—

That's why this blow caught her (it) off guard!

The unprepared Golden Core Female Cultivator's body, taking Wu Xiaode's full force blow, the consequence was obvious.

——No matter how reluctant she (it) was.

Wu Xiaode held the corpse, his mind moved.

Suddenly, the surroundings completely changed.

Ghostly mist enveloped, the sky darkened.

The entire world was desolate.

——Netherworld!

It's not over yet, one must never let down their guard.

Wu Xiaode put her corpse on the ground, took two steps back.

Waited for a moment.

Fu Caier's soul emerged from the corpse, looking at Wu Xiaode bewilderedly.

"Why?"

"Junior sister was willing to give everything, why does senior brother still do this to Cai Er?"

Wu Xiaode spoke:

"Junior sister, you don't have any Qingyun's Ambition, you just succumbed to your greed."

"If it wasn't for my quick thinking, and relatively good luck, shaking an incredible helper over, everything in that world including my life, would've been doomed."

"So—"

"For world peace, to prevent world destruction, to uphold the ideal of love and truth, this punch had to hit you."

"Besides."

"I totally dislike your type."

Rumble—

Fu Caier's corpse suddenly released a heavy and invisible Power of Destiny, forming a Life Plate in mid-air.

——That monster!

"It's useless! You're already dead!"

Wu Xiaode shouted, directly equipping the Netherworld title of "Ten Thousand Senluo Hall Master," activated the Death Skill "Eternal Declaration."

Instantly, rows of bronze small characters emerged:

"You have activated 'Eternal Declaration.'

"Everything that enters the Netherworld will have its fate decided by you, cannot be defied."

Wu Xiaode spoke:

"Go reincarnate, both of you go!"

Fu Caier's corpse emitted a pale light, shot upward, and disappeared in a flash.

Only then did the monster's voice echo in the Void:

"No—"

But the die was cast.

It went to reincarnate.

As for Fu Caier—

She looked at Wu Xiaode with a complex expression.

"You sent me so many things before, I always thought you liked me."

"Misunderstood." Wu Xiaode said apologetically.

"If I had known your true character earlier, maybe I would have loved you…then there wouldn't be so many matters." Fu Caier said.

"Sorry, I said it, I don't like you." Wu Xiaode said.

"But I will pursue you—from the moment you broke my head, I knew what kind of man I like."

Fu Caier finished speaking, her gaze full of regret, let out a low sigh.

Her soul rushed to the sky, vanished in an instant.

——She went to reincarnate too.

Wu Xiaode stood for another moment, ready to leave.

Suddenly.

A sharp voice sounded:

"Aha, dear wealthy and well-endowed friend, do you need a little bit of help?"

Only to see a thumb-sized fairy standing next to Fu Caier's corpse.

It wore a pair of glasses.

Numerous elf runes floated on the glasses, Wu Xiaode couldn't understand them at all.

Yet the fairy was looking with great interest, muttering to itself:

"This isn't a fighter with only 5 battle power, but the boss of the Golden Grand Slam…what a great deal."

"Who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I am the first fairy to call itself 'little fairy'—but ever since this term became ambiguous, everyone calls me 'old fairy.'

The fairy rubbed its hands enthusiastically, humbly introduced itself.

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