259. I'll send you to your death!

Such a rapid pace of cultivation to the Great Void is absolutely not a normal phenomenon.

Nie Shiyun was stunned by the blow, his shoulder was restrained by the Phoenix Maiden of the True Void Realm, and he could not move.

Like a lost little animal, she stared blankly at her sister, a few wet tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

The moment the spiritual energy entered, Nie Zhao's whole body suddenly stiffened.

The scalding, violent crimson spiritual energy surged wildly through Nie Shiyun's meridians. It was the unique Li Fire of Nanchuan, but it had been forcibly distorted and forced to grow by a secret technique.

She breathed heavily, ripped open Nie Shiyun's collar, quickly pulled off her outer garment, loosened her belt, until her skin was visible.

Nie Shiyun trembled all over, clenched her teeth, and tears streamed down her face, whether from fear or humiliation, she didn't know.

Nie Zhao's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the fingers gripping the hem of her dress paused—

On the girl's bare waist, countless obscure forbidden magic patterns coiled layer upon layer, hidden deep within her meridians and muscles, like poisonous vines entwining her bones.

It is the Burning Phoenix Jade.

Just like the forbidden technique her mother practiced back then, except her mother did it to stabilize her cultivation and give birth to a child. But now, Nie Shiyun is forcibly raising her cultivation level at the cost of shortening her lifespan.

The reason why my mother has been in seclusion for so many years is not only because her body is truly empty, but also because the forbidden technique is extremely difficult to control. At best, it will damage her physical bones and spiritual veins; at worst, it will cause her to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

Nie Zhao's voice trembled deeply: "Burning Phoenix Jade... you actually dared to secretly learn forbidden techniques."

Nie Shiyun's heart tightened, and she subconsciously put her hands behind her back, stubbornly raising her eyes: "It's none of your business."

"Irrelevant?" Nie Zhao's gaze locked onto her, deep and intense. "Do you know what price this forbidden technique will cost you? If this continues, your phoenix blood will be burned away bit by bit, your spiritual power will be depleted, your meridians will be severed inch by inch, and your lifespan will be cut short... Are you in such a hurry to die?!"

Nie Shiyun bit her lower lip, the red marks on her wrist still throbbing faintly. A surge of resentment and unwillingness welled up within her: "I don't want to hide in your shadow forever. I want enough power. I don't want to always have to wait for you to save me when I'm in danger! Without forbidden techniques, when will I be able to catch up with you?"

"So you're going to destroy your own foundation?" Nie Zhao gritted his teeth. "Nie Shiyun, you're drinking poison to quench your thirst; you're courting death!"

"I don't care about you?" Nie Zhao felt a tightness in his chest, as if her words had pierced him deeply. A surge of bitterness and lingering fear welled up within him. His tone was urgent and heavy. "Fine, you don't need to come here and act like you're going to die. If you want to die, I'll send you to your death right now!"

Before he could finish speaking...

*Smack!*

A crisp, deafening slap resounded loudly in the closed guest room.

The force was extremely heavy, carrying the rage of the Taixu Realm expert, and was unrestrained.

Nie Zhao lost control of his emotions. The slight tenderness he had shown when he frantically examined his sister's body was completely gone, replaced by a raging fury at the thought that Nie Shiyun had wantonly trampled on his life.

That slap was both hard and solid.

Nie Shiyun was knocked to the side by the blow, her hair disheveled and stuck to her cheek. Half of her face instantly burned with intense pain, her ears rang, and her mouth was filled with a metallic taste.

She was stunned.

Before she could react, she suddenly felt a tightness on the back of her head.

Nie Zhao gripped a lock of her long hair at the back of her head tightly with his five fingers and pulled it back sharply.

"Ugh—!"

A sharp, agonizing pull shot straight to the top of her head. Nie Shiyun was forced to tilt her head back sharply, her neck taut and fragile. Her hair was being pulled so tightly that she was pinned down and unable to move. Her scalp ached as if it were being torn apart, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

Nie Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, his anger blazing. He looked down at his younger sister, whose cheeks were red from the beating, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Haven't I ever cared about you?"

She raised her hand and delivered another hard backhand slap!

*Smack!*

The force was even greater than before.

Nie Shiyun's cheek quickly became red, swollen, and hot, with red marks from five fingers deeply embedded in her delicate skin. The girl trembled violently from the blow, her whole body went numb, and tears streamed down her face. However, she gritted her teeth and refused to cry out, her eyes filled with stubborn hatred and resentment.

"From childhood to adulthood!" Nie Zhao gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. His hand gripping her hair tightened, almost tearing it off by the roots. His voice was a culmination of years of suppressed breakdown and rage. "How much I've thought of you! For you, I've returned time and time again to that place I least wanted to see. I've ventured into the drug den for you. How much I've loved and cared for you! For you, I even considered letting Shen Yuan go!"

"I didn't care about you?!"

The third palm strike landed.

“Pah!”

The wind howled fiercely, slapping her hard across the face.

He struck her three times in quick succession, showing no mercy whatsoever. This was the first and only time in his life that Nie Zhao had ever hit her so hard. She was driven to rage by his reckless words and ignorance of the consequences.

Nie Shiyun's cheeks were red, swollen, and burning hot. She trembled all over from the pain, her scalp tingling, and her vision blurred with tears. Yet, she refused to back down. Even though she was pinned down in such a wretched state, she still glared at Nie Zhao, her voice hoarse with pain and hatred: "Is this what you call taking care of me?! You treat your fellow disciples better than you treat me!!"

"I deserve to practice forbidden techniques! My death is my fate! I'll die! I don't need your fake kindness! I don't need you to hate me while pretending to love me the most in the world!"

"You still dare to be stubborn!"

Nie Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, his anger completely burning away his reason. He grabbed her long hair and yanked her forward violently.

Nie Shiyun lost her balance and staggered back several steps, her back slamming hard against the cold wall. Her long hair was disheveled and her cheeks were red and swollen, making her look utterly disheveled.

She leaned against the wall, panting heavily, tears streaming down her face, yet she still stared intently at Nie Zhao, refusing to bow her head or admit defeat.

The room was deathly silent.

Xie Weixing leaned over the doorway to listen, gently knocking on a small window. He couldn't see very clearly, only a blurry shadow, but the sound was quite clear.

Several people stood behind him, all peering in, afraid that Nie Zhao might cause a death and be banned from the competition.

Xie Weixing only managed to secure the best position because he ran fast.

[Could you make the eyes bigger... I can't see clearly]

[The pixelation is like a digital ear pick.]

[Holy crap, that slap was so real! My senior sister never even took special training this seriously.]

[Little Pink Phoenix is ​​doomed today.]

Xie Weixing was also quite shocked. He hadn't expected Nie Shiyun to be so bold as to actually practice forbidden techniques. He was even more surprised that Nie Zhaoxin could be so ruthless, even more inhuman than he had imagined.

That was way too heavy-handed.

Nie Zhao's chest heaved, the burning pain from pulling her hair still lingering on her fingertips, and her palms trembled slightly.

Looking at her younger sister's face, which was visibly red and swollen from her beating and still streaked with tears, stubborn to the point of being obsessive, yet still bearing a striking resemblance to her own features, a surge of overwhelming, heart-wrenching hatred and regret suddenly welled up within her boundless rage.

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I can understand if you don't like Yunmei; that's just how controversial gray-faced characters are. But please don't label her with evil accusations, and certainly don't describe her as a beneficiary. No one would want all the love they received in their first 20 years of life to vanish into thin air overnight. If it were you, you might not be able to bear what she endured. The "love" she received was never obtained by exploiting her senior sister. Even if Shen Yuan didn't love her, he wouldn't love her senior sister. If you're going to defend your senior sister because of this, I don't think it's necessary to start a fight or argue. I'll delete the posts I can, and everyone can report the ones I can't. Let's agree to disagree; the most important thing is to enjoy reading.