The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 179 Dan Li 13 Is it useful?

The thick snow sank into a large pit, and the exposed soil cracked with fine fissures. Swords and blades flew continuously, each strike aimed at the opponent's vital point.

They all wished they could kill him with a single blow.

As always, after the grand competition within the sect, one of them would have to lie down for ten days to half a month.

And that person is usually Shen Yannan.

After all, compared to Wen Li, his talent was far too mediocre.

The red ribbon tied to the sword hilt fluttered continuously. Wen Li gripped the hilt tightly with both hands and slashed fiercely at the base of his neck. The sword penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his neck, blood spurted out, but he still stood there upright.

Wen Li panicked for a moment, then was stabbed in the lower abdomen and kicked backward violently.

After rolling around a few times and getting a mouthful of sand, Wen Li gripped her sword tightly and quickly stood up to look at Shen Yannan.

He was emanating demonic energy, his forehead was dark, and his eyes were red.

He's gone mad with greed.

Wen Li scoffed and said, "Although going into qi deviation can greatly increase your cultivation, you won't live long if you force yourself into qi deviation with your original cultivation level. Now, I don't even need to kill you; you're finally going to die. Aren't you happy?"

Shen Yannan covered his bleeding wound and said, "Happy? How could I not be happy? Ali, I have you to die with me, and millions of people in the world will die for me. Of course I'm happy."

Wen Li's face darkened, and she formed hand seals to cast a spell. While Shen Yannan was casting a spell to defend himself, he rushed forward with his sword.

The soldiers in the distance instinctively retreated and cast spells to prevent the spiritual energy from accidentally harming them.

"Shen Yannan, you can never become emperor now. You won't get any power, authority, or status! If you want to die, then die. If you want to drag others down with you, don't even consider whether you're worthy!"

Shen Yannan met Wen Li's gaze, his anger intensifying. "How can you say I'm not worthy! I want everyone in the world to be buried with me, and you won't escape either! Ah Li, we're the same kind of people. We're clearly on the same side. You should be helping me."

"How about we do what we used to do: you help me unseal Ghost Valley, and I'll help you investigate the Jiang family case?"

The sword slashed at the girl's neck, but she skillfully dodged the attack with a surge of spiritual energy. She then gripped the sword tightly and aimed it at the opponent's head, but it was blocked again.

"Not good! I don't need your help now, but if you obediently hand over the magic weapon, I can help you find a way to survive."

unnecessary?

Shen Yannan became increasingly ruthless, forgetting that she now had many other people around her and no longer needed him.

Her arm was scratched, and Wen Li glanced at it, her eyes darkening. She continued hitting him, then began to gently persuade him, "Shen Yannan, we're in similar situations. We were both hated by the world before. But now many people have started to accept me. Your situation is better than mine. If you are determined to do good, you can be accepted by everyone too..."

Accept? Who cares! What he wants is power, the power to control the fate and life and death of others.

He is different from Wen Li; they are different from beginning to end!

He doesn't need anyone's approval or recognition; what he wants is a status and position above others, something he rightfully deserves! But he has nothing! He had nothing from beginning to end!

"Wen Li, stop barking like a dog! You, who easily won first place, of course think everything I did was a joke! I may be mediocre, and my mother may be of lowly birth! But I am a prince! I should live a noble life! I should be able to easily control other people's destinies! Why should I live a life lower than yours! Why!"

"Power, rights, status, and wealth are all things I deserve! Everyone knows Crown Prince Shen Yingsi, but who remembers that I, Shen Yannan, am also a legitimate prince! How many people will remember me a hundred years from now? Ali, you know what I want. I want to be infamous for ten thousand years, cursed by everyone, and have people who would love to dig up my grave a hundred years from now. Only then will my great efforts today be worthwhile!"

"Wen Li, you deserve to die for opposing me!"

Seeing his reaction, Wen Li was not surprised. She lost her patience, and a smile curled at the corner of her lips, revealing a hint of mockery.

"You're overthinking it. You won't have a grave after you die."

Black blood flowed from the corner of Shen Yannan's mouth, and demonic energy surged through his mortal body, but he gritted his teeth and continued to use his demonic magic.

As darkness fell, the soldiers in the distance grew tired from watching, but the two fighters, locked in combat, showed no signs of fatigue.

Wen Li gripped her sword tightly in one hand and grabbed the ghost talisman in the other. Given Wen Li's cultivation level, she shouldn't have been able to win after her opponent forcibly went into a state of demonic possession.

But that person happened to be Shen Yannan, and he had never beaten her. He didn't believe in his heart that he could beat her.

Both of them had sustained numerous injuries. Shen Yannan sensed that the demonic energy within his body was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, yet he still hadn't managed to kill her after all this time.

He had clearly gained the upper hand in the back-and-forth exchanges, but he just couldn't win, and his heart was filled with extreme unease.

Look, Wen Li's sword is still as fast as ever, and her spiritual energy is still as abundant and powerful. She fights with increasing ferocity, as if she could defeat him at any moment.

Is he going to lose? Even if he goes berserk, he's still going to lose?

It's also because Heaven has never been on his side.

Wen Li drew out a ghost talisman, which surrounded him. The sword bound with red silk flew out of her hand and stabbed at him. Then, the spiritual energy in Wen Li's hand quickly struck his face.

He could only passively defend himself. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and his body involuntarily leaned backward. In a moment of distraction, the sword was just a hair's breadth away from his eyes.

He still can't compare to her.

"Shen Yannan, why bother?"

Wen Li's lips curled up, as if she had known this all along. Even though her face was bruised and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, she didn't look disheveled at all.

He couldn't stand her smugness, so he asked in a deliberately relaxed tone, "Ah Li, what about you? Have you investigated the Jiang family's case?"

Wen Li pierced his abdomen with her sword and said, "You don't need to worry about it. I'll find out the truth soon. I'm asking you, where's the demonic artifact?"

Shen Yannan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak for a long time, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "You can't clear your name, because your Jiang family deserves to die! Your mother deserved to die even more!"

He was stabbed twice more in the abdomen, and Hong Ling slapped her face, but he didn't care. He knew how to curse her.

“Wen Li, look at yourself! Your hands are no less bloodstained than mine. Jiang Yanhong patiently taught you, and you still injured many defenseless mortals. Don’t say they deserved it. Even if the world despises you and your mother, has your mother ever killed a single mortal who deserved it? If Jiang Yanhong had known you would turn out like this, she probably would have regretted giving birth to you…”

Avoiding vital points, the sword stabbed twice more, Wen Li suppressing her anger.

Want to experience the thrill of having your tendons and skin peeled off?

Shen Yannan swallowed two mouthfuls of blood with difficulty, his eyes defiant and his voice hoarse.

"Wen Li, you're heartless and cold-blooded. Only you and I are on their side. People like us can't be good people. You think you're friends just because you can laugh and chat with them today, and fight demons and enemies together? Bullshit! We're the real friends. They're just using you!"

"Really? You weren't using me?"

Shen Yannan froze, his words abruptly cut off, and he stared at her in surprise.

Wen Li squatted down, grabbed the Qiankun bag at his waist, and said, "From the very beginning, weren't you just trying to use me? Weak and incompetent, and you have royal blood for nothing, it's certainly more interesting to bully you than to bully others, so naturally everyone wants to kick you while you're down. You've been eyeing me since you entered the Xuanling Sect, haven't you? To gain my protection, you've certainly done a good job as a friend."

Shen Yannan couldn't help but feel ridiculous, "You know all this..."

Wen Li interrupted him, "I know. You're right, we're the same kind of people, equally selfish, equally cold-blooded. We're alike in many ways. That's why we're friends, friends who both harbor selfish motives."

"At first, I didn't want to be friends with you. I just wanted someone to hang out with. But we actually became friends later, didn't we?"

A large patch of snow beneath Shen Yannan was stained red. Not only were there wounds on his body, but the demonic energy within him was also eroding his internal organs.

He stared at the fluttering red ribbon and said, "Yes, we are friends, but only friends under specific circumstances, only friends with no other choice."

Wen Li peeked into her Qiankun bag and saw the wooden box emanating demonic energy, and felt a sense of relief. She took it out and gestured to Shen Yannan, then smugly put it away.

Shen Yannan's eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips curled up and then fell back without him noticing, while more and more blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

Seeing that he was on the verge of death, Wen Li knew she didn't need to finish him off. She clapped her hands, got up, and prepared to leave.

"Aren't you going to see me off on my final journey? Didn't you say you were friends?"

Wen Li turned her head and saw that the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was increasing, so she sheathed her sword and sat down next to him.

"Well, what can I do? We're friends."

She was poised, confident, and at ease.

“Shen Yannan, a friend is a friend. It’s just that we’re in conflict right now. It’s good that we do our own thing and don’t compromise for others. That’s just who we are. Other people’s friendships may not be as sincere as ours. When we support each other, we risk our lives and do everything we can for each other. It’s all from the heart.”

Shen Yannan smiled, the fierceness in his eyes dissipating. Was what he thought was an exchange of benefits actually genuine in her heart?

"Ah Li, you need to be careful. Even friends of ten years can stab each other in the back. The people around you now may not be any better than me."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm trying to comfort you. Don't go to the underworld thinking about dying alone and feeling resentful."

Shen Yannan clung to his last breath, casting a simple spell to stop the bleeding, hoping to slow his death. Feeling his life slipping away, he inexplicably thought of their childhood.

He couldn't help but complain, "Ah Li, with your constant troublemaking temper, I regretted being friends with you for a long time. You get into fights over every little thing; you could just put up with it. Every time you drag me out to fight, I get so annoyed. It's such a waste of time, preventing me from pursuing my grand ambitions... cough cough... cough..."

"You don't need me to harm you, you talk like you're so capable."

"Rebellion is not easy; it requires a lot of preparation, and you always cause trouble. Once, we came back from a mission together, and the city guard said something to Second Master, and you immediately started fighting with him. There were dozens of them, and we were both injured. In the end, we were beaten so badly that we practically crawled back and were bedridden for half a month. I really hated you then..."

The soldiers in the distance dared not advance without orders, but stared in disbelief at the two people in front of them, who were standing calmly in the distance.

What's happening here?

Someone couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "Why isn't Shen Yannan dead yet? He's probably bleeding to death by now."

"Yes, that's incredibly long-lived. Just how much does it have to say?"

How much to say? There's always so much to talk about between friends…

As dawn broke, the sunlight shone on the face of the dying man. He was almost unable to speak; the sounds he uttered were only audible to himself.

"Ah Li, I've unsealed Guigu, and you support me, right? You won't blame me, will you?"

"what?"

Wen Li couldn't hear clearly when she asked a question, but when she leaned closer, she vaguely heard, "Ah Li, I'm sorry."

Then there was silence.

The red ribbon on the sword calmed down, and the golden sunlight brought a sense of peace.

Wen Li stood up, looked at the distant sun, and sighed at the sunrise.

"Anan, thank you so much for these ten years."