C10 End Your Life

Zhou Ke'er's body was heating up. In her dazed state, Ye Qinghui could have easily taken advantage of her vulnerability. But he refrained from doing anything so despicable. Such an act, lower than that of an animal, was not in his nature.

As time slipped by, Zhou Ke'er regained her composure. She rested against the tree, her gaze fixed intently on Ye Qinghui. This unforeseen event, though not exactly a test, had revealed his true character to her. He was indeed a man of unwavering resolve.

Yet, this realization made her question her own allure. If a woman possessed enough charm, would a man of strong willpower remain unswayed? The thought was somewhat vexing.

"Come here!" she commanded.

"Why should I?" Ye Qinghui retorted. "I'm not your husband. You can't expect me to come running every time you call, even if I were your husband. That's just common sense, isn't it?"

"Come here!" Zhou Ke'er insisted, this time with a less icy tone as she gestured with her hand.

So be it, he would go to her.

Approaching Zhou Ke'er, Ye Qinghui studied her, unsure of her intentions. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was up to something, which was frankly irritating.

"I was thinking," she said, "I don't have much strength. Could you give me a hand?"

Her request was simple, with no hidden agenda. Ye Qinghui extended his hand. He, too, was drained of strength. They had both consumed the same meat, and both were suffering the consequences. In the throes of illness, it was a struggle to maintain control, yet there was no alternative.

Enduring the discomfort and drenched in sweat, Ye Qinghui was barely able to keep himself upright. And now, he was being asked to support someone else.

But he decided to let it go and just help her.

Ye Qinghui then assisted Zhou Ke'er to her feet, and together they found a spot to rest.

Zhou Ke'er had her reasons for not being able to leave immediately, and Ye Qinghui had his for needing to stay a bit longer.

After constructing a rudimentary shelter, a partition was erected down the middle. When it came time to sleep, each person had their own side, and there was no need for luxuries like cotton padding. They made do with what they had.

Time flew by!

Three days went by just like that.

Everything was remarkably calm.

Zhou Ke'er had given the other person countless opportunities, yet she couldn't quite understand her own thoughts.

She found herself torn between wanting the other person to make a move on her and being ready to retaliate if they did. Her feelings were a tangled mess.

And so, three days passed with nothing more than eating, talking, and practicing their cultivation.

Surprisingly, nothing inappropriate occurred.

Today was no different, as she busied herself with cooking.

Whoosh!

In an instant, an arrow was aimed directly at Zhou Ke'er's heart.

This was no playful jest; it was a deadly threat.

In a split second, it seemed her body would be impaled.

Caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts, Zhou Ke'er was completely off guard.

Thus, as the arrow approached, she was utterly bewildered.

In the next moment, Ye Qinghui swiftly pinned her down, and the arrow whizzed past harmlessly.

But the assailant had failed to harm either of them.

The attacker's position was revealed, and they immediately attempted to flee.

Shua!

Would Ye Qinghui let them escape so easily?

He pursued without hesitation, determined to catch them.

The first time Ye Qinghui had saved Zhou Ke'er, he sensed there was more to her story, but the ongoing peace made him doubt his suspicions.

Now, with the arrival of the assassin, he was certain there was indeed a story to uncover.

The attacker had tried to eliminate Zhou Ke'er from a distance, but Ye Qinghui's exceptional skills spoke for themselves. The assailant's flight was likely an attempt to get reinforcements. Ye Qinghui couldn't allow them the chance to escape; he was resolved to stop them.

With his mind made up, he sprang into action.

In no time at all, Ye Qinghui caught up with the fleeing figure.

The sight of Ye Qinghui on his heels sent shivers down the attacker's spine.

Why couldn't he just let it go? Why did he have to be so malicious?

His opponent's eyes were locked onto Ye Qinghui with a predatory intensity.

The opponent hoped Ye Qinghui would reconsider; it was inappropriate to continue like this.

But did Ye Qinghui take his opponent seriously? Not in the slightest.

Ye Qinghui regarded his opponent with such detachment, as if he were beneath his notice, infuriating him even more.

The opponent resolved to give it his all.

With his resolve steeled, the attack was unleashed, targeting Ye Qinghui directly.

The assault was relentless, leaving no room for mercy – a formidable approach indeed.

Yet, the outcome was frustratingly underwhelming.

Judging from the current situation, it was one failure after another. No matter how many times he tried, success seemed impossible.

Each attack was effortlessly evaded by Ye Qinghui.

If this trend continued, it would be enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness.

The opponent pinned his hopes on the next attack, but was it successful?

It wasn't.

Continuing this way was surely a recipe for disaster.

The opponent reminded himself to stay calm.

He must remain composed and not be manipulated by this man.

Ye Qinghui's lips curled into a smirk.

That smile was captivating.

But the more enchanting the smile, the more it signified something was amiss, that there was a problem.

The opponent was in a state of disarray, his sixth sense incessantly alerting him to impending danger.

Despite the warnings from his intuition, he was helpless, clueless about the nature of the threat. It was maddening.

In that moment, the situation was so dire that he felt a tingling numbness all over.

In a flash, Ye Qinghui made his move.

Indeed, this was no trivial matter to be brushed off with a smile – this was a smile that could bring an end to your life of wrongdoing.