From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Just as Qian Qian finished speaking, the sword pressed against her neck sank deeper.

The blade cut into her flesh, and blood began to flow, running down Mu Huanqing\'s sword to its tip and finally dropping to the ground.

Mu Huanqing\'s gaze had turned as cold as it could be.

The True Qi behind her danced wildly, bending the surrounding trees with the wind.

The long hair of the two women, one black and one white, also flew about in the turmoil.

Her face bore a smile unafraid of death, a rage that rending her into eight pieces would not sate.

"Why don\'t you do it?" Liu Qianqian laughed, "Is it because you can\'t explain to your husband after killing me? Or because you don\'t want to kill on your wedding day?"

Mu Huanqing didn\'t speak, and her sword didn\'t press further down.

"If it\'s the former, you don\'t need to worry at all. Maybe your husband also wants me gone from this world, as just seeing me annoys him."

Liu Qianqian leaned her neck against the sword as she spoke, its blade already cutting to her tendons and blood vessels.

Blood began to pour out, staining Mu Huanqing\'s entire sword red.

Continuing, Liu Qianqian said, "Once I die, he\'ll probably just feel guilty for a while. With his high cultivation level and long life, a hundred years is enough time for him to forget about this matter."

Mu Huanqing still said nothing and made no further move.

"I wonder if you would have your sword pointed at Bai Qi\'s neck right now if I hadn\'t shown up that day," Liu Qianqian asked.

Mu Huanqing couldn\'t deny this point. At that time, she was on the battlefield, and Bai Chaojin\'s experimentation on Fang Ren and Bai Qi was already underway.

But she probably couldn\'t have her sword at Bai Qi\'s neck now, as Bai Qi\'s strength had grown so much greater than hers that winning against him seemed nearly impossible.

Yet she would still fight, not because it\'s a matter of winning!

Seeing that Mu Huanqing was indifferent to her words, Liu Qianqian\'s smile gradually faded, "It seems like you are waiting for something?"

"You don\'t have to wait anymore."

No sooner had she spoken than Mu Huanqing began to retract her sword, but the next moment, she chopped towards Liu Qianqian\'s head.

Crack—

The sword broke.

Fang Ren didn\'t know what to say.

He hadn\'t chosen to stand by Liu Qianqian, but by Mu Huanqing, breaking the sword in her hand.

Mu Huanqing\'s face didn\'t register any emotion, nor did she look at Fang Ren.

Liu Qianqian, however, smiled, "That\'s great, you\'ve saved my life. Don\'t feel guilty about it anymore."

As she spoke, Mu Huanqing flicked a pill into her mouth.

The pill dissolved upon entering her mouth, turning into a stream of energy that entered her abdomen.

"Come back to me after five minutes."

Having said that, Mu Huanqing vanished on the spot.

Fang Ren looked up at the streaks of light in the sky, suddenly confused about what Mu Huanqing truly meant.

The smile disappeared from Liu Qianqian\'s face as she, too, gazed at the sky, her mind in turmoil.

She had realized that Mu Huanqing had never intended to kill her from the moment she noticed Mu Huanqing wasn\'t speaking.

It seemed Mu Huaqing was waiting for Fang Ren all along; she could have left the villa silently but chose to leave a streak of light at her departure. She could have killed Liu Qianqian from a kilometer away with a single sword strike, yet she appeared right before Liu Qianqian.

Perhaps she wanted to see Fang Ren\'s attitude towards Liu Qianqian, or maybe Liu Qianqian\'s own attitude.

But Liu Qianqian couldn\'t comprehend such things at all.

The medicine\'s effect began to take hold, and the wound on Liu Qianqian\'s neck healed as if it were never there, though there were still many bloodstains on her body. She had lost too much blood and felt dizzy.

"It looks like your wife has left us some time for you to say goodbye to me, or perhaps it\'s for me to bid you farewell," Liu Qianqian said, looking at Fang Ren.

Fang Ren felt an utter mess inside, with many things to say that ultimately turned into, "Sorry..."

Liu Qianqian, acting as if she hadn\'t heard him, kept talking, "If her intention was the former, you should be saying your farewells to me now. After this, we shall never meet again."

Fang Ren nodded, "Saying things like compensation might seem superficial, but whatever I can do for you, I will try my best to help. Or anything you want to get, I will try my best to get it for you."

It seemed that no matter what he said, it was all incredibly superficial.

"You\'re asking me what I want to do? What I want to have? Then forget about your compensation, you can\'t afford either of them," Liu Qianqian said with a laugh, waving off his offer as she started walking towards her car.

Fang Ren stood in place, watching her retreating figure without trying to detain her. Mu Huanqing had given five minutes, but it wasn\'t even half a minute yet.

He was deeply upset, very upset.

No matter what, he couldn\'t make it up to her.

Maybe when he sees her again, she\'ll already be in a wedding dress, in the arms of someone else.

If none of this had happened, he would have been glad to wish her well, but since it had, he found it hard to let go.

But in the end, he remained where he was, for today, he was Mu Huanqing\'s husband.

Liu Qianqian pulled open the car door, one foot already stepping in, but her movement halted again.

At this moment, it was like a role reversal scene; just as she had sat by the riverbank and didn\'t get up to hold onto him, she had simply watched.

She couldn\'t help but wonder, even if she, at that time, had stayed seated and hadn\'t chased after him, would she have been unable to resist running to him if he had just looked back?

Okay, he didn\'t turn around, so she would.

At least for these five minutes, she had that right.

She wasn\'t afraid of death, so what was this in comparison?

With resolve, Liu Qianqian turned her head.

She saw Fang Ren\'s face full of disappointment and sorrow—perhaps a boy\'s expression of emotions was not much different from a girl crying.

If Fang Ren had turned back then, he certainly would have seen her crying.

"I just remembered, I seemed to have only mentioned the former thing, and not yet the latter," Liu Qianqian said with a disdainful smile. "Say, can you get closer to me? Even if we\'re just classmates talking, we don\'t need to stand more than ten meters apart, right?"

Seeing her so nonchalant, Fang Ren felt even more regret inside.

He walked over in a few steps, coming to the side of her car. He wanted to listen to her more; in the future, they probably wouldn\'t have the chance to speak again.

Liu Qianqian withdrew her foot from the car, tapping the blood on her clothes with her left hand. "If it\'s the latter, your wife gave me five minutes. Does that mean I can do whatever I want now?"

Fang Ren was slightly astonished.

Liu Qianqian grabbed his suit collar with her right hand, and Fang Ren instinctively wanted to step back but feared his suit would be torn if she pulled too hard.

"What\'s wrong?" Fang Ren asked.

"There\'s not much time left."

As soon as Liu Qianqian finished speaking, she leaned in to kiss Fang Ren\'s lips.

Fang Ren could certainly have easily dodged, but in the end, he did not move.

His mind was in disarray, and that meant the knife would slow.

After three to five seconds, Fang Ren still turned his face away, suddenly feeling like he was a little girl being bullied by a hoodlum.

And Liu Qianqian was that hoodlum.

Liu Qianqian smiled. "There\'s still at least four minutes. The time your wife gave me, you also said that whatever I wanted to do, you would help make it happen."

Fang Ren didn\'t reply, and Liu Qianqian pushed his body onto the hood of the car, continuing to kiss him.

Liu Qianqian lost all sense of time; after a minute that felt like three or four, she let go of Fang Ren.

Although she was not afraid to die, she couldn\'t use up all the time she had been given.

Liu Qianqian wiped her lips with her blood-stained left hand, the fresh blood making her lips look seductively red.

She laughed. "Forcing a kiss on the groom at a wedding is quite a thrill indeed."

"Is this what you wanted to do?" Fang Ren asked.

"Nonsense, of course not," Liu Qianqian replied with a pat on the hood of her car and a sigh. "It\'s a pity your wife gave me so little time. If she had given me an hour, I would have dragged you into this car and indulged wildly."

"Aren\'t you afraid that..."

Liu Qianqian cut him off. "Even if your wife stabs my heart with a sword today, I will still do what I need to do! Even if she kills me a thousand times, my decision after each resurrection will be the same!" Find more to read at мѵʟ

Fang Ren changed the subject. "What are your plans for after this?"

"Initially I had no plans. After what happened between you and me, I never thought about living," she continued.

"Moreover, after the fact, I never remembered to ask Jing Haichuan if he could contact Jing\'s Enterprise to send me an emergency contraceptive pill?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ren panicked. "Then you\'re... pregnant?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but your microorganisms have a low survival rate. I\'m not pregnant," she said before sitting down in her car. After rolling down the window, she asked Fang Ren another question. "Tell me the truth, how much did you like me when you did?"

Fang Ren saw her serious expression and thought hard before responding, "Perhaps not even a Fairy could compare to you."

Liu Qianqian: "What if I had not rejected you afterwards?"

Fang Ren: "Then I would die without regret."

Liu Qianqian laughed. "Good. If I still had my Cultivation Level when I heard you say these things to me, even if your wife were a heavenly goddess, I\'d still have the courage to confront her."

"You\'ve become more carefree," Fang Ren said.

"Out of desperation."

Liu Qianqian fastened her seatbelt, started the car, and floored the gas pedal, driving away from Fang Ren\'s side.

She kept watching him through the rearview mirror, the distance between them growing.

After a while, she took her eyes off the mirror and focused on driving.

"I really don\'t understand, is it my brain that\'s messed up, or is it all of me?" she shook her head and laughed bitterly.

In recent days, she had finally adjusted back to her previous state, only to have it all shattered just moments ago.

Moreover, she had exhibited a very unusual personality trait—as if she had become a bit of a female gangster just now.

At least she was bold enough to love and hate.

Whatever, it\'s all in the past now...