CHAPTER 11 . A deep-seated grudge-2

The bandits' lair was not far, and Chuyang and Qingying found it in the middle of the night.

Hearing the sounds of laughter and revelry coming from the stronghold, Yun Qingying's heart was once again consumed with raging fury. Her fists clenched tightly, her joints turning white, and the fire in her eyes almost seemed ready to swallow her.

"They dare to celebrate!" Qingying whispered, her voice laced with a hint of coldness. "They must pay the price."

Chuyang nodded, already having made up his mind, but he did not forget to gently pat Yun Qingying's shoulder. "Remember, stay calm, don't let the anger consume your reason."

Qingying didn't respond, only nodding slowly.

She knew that revenge never allowed hesitation; the calmer she was, the more her enemies would have no escape.

As the night deepened, they silently entered the bandits' lair.

Chuyang took the lead, lightly leaping onto the roof, moving like a ghost in the night, quickly searching for his target.

Qingying followed closely behind, her movements like the wind, light yet filled with murderous intent.

She said nothing, only the deep anger in her eyes burned fiercely.

The bandits were still laughing and fooling around in the camp, completely unaware that death was about to descend.

Chuyang glanced coldly around, his mind already forming a perfect plan. He quietly approached a guard from the shadows and swiftly and precisely subdued him.

Then, he made a gesture, signaling Qingying to take action.

Yun Qingying's figure flashed in the darkness. Without a hint of hesitation, she pounced on a bandit who was drinking.

Her movements were quick and forceful, her fist smashing into the enemy like thunder.

The bandit had no time to react before she knocked him down with one punch, blood staining her hands.

Chuyang watched Yun Qingying's actions, his heart stirring slightly.

Her revenge seemed like an endless tide, anger and hatred had made her lose her reason, and he knew that if this continued, Qingying would inevitably fall into an irreversible path.

He quickly closed in, pressing a bandit to the ground from behind, gripping his throat forcefully to stop him from issuing a warning.

Then, he leaped into the air, delivering a punch that sent a bandit flying.

The battle erupted suddenly and fiercely, Chuyang seemed to transform into a god of war. Every punch and kick carried devastating power, and wherever he went, bandits fell to the ground.

However, Yun Qingying's emotions had completely spiraled out of control.

Her hands were already covered in blood, and her eyes were filled with the desire for slaughter.

Each time she knocked down an enemy, the hatred in her heart was temporarily released, but the ensuing emptiness made her crave more combat, more bloodshed, and death.

Chuyang noticed Yun Qingying's change and knew that if this continued, she would never escape from these emotions.

So he suddenly rushed forward, standing in front of her. "Yun, calm down!"

But at this moment, Qingying no longer heard Chuyang's voice. Her eyes were like a dead abyss, completely consumed by hatred.

Chuyang furrowed his brow and, in a moment of desperation, reached out, tightly grasping her wrist and pulling her back forcefully.

"What you need to do is make sure these people can never hurt anyone again."

Chuyang's voice was deep and powerful. "You don't need to become like them."

Qingying suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at Chuyang's calm eyes. A hint of confusion arose in her heart.

She looked down at her bloodstained hands, paused for a moment, then turned her gaze to the fallen bandits.

Her anger gradually dissipated, but her heart was still filled with complex emotions.

The bandits who had heard the sounds rushed in but were stunned by the scene before them. However, when they saw that the intruders were only two, they immediately shouted and charged forward, unaware that the true harbingers of death had already arrived.

The sounds of the battle were still deafening, with the clash of swords and cries of battle mingling, and the entire bandit lair was filled with the stench of blood and death.

Chuyang and Qingying did not stop, as if time had frozen in their eyes.

Every strike, every punch, every sword stroke, was filled with an indescribable determination and fury.

The surrounding bandits fell one after another, blood splattering, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

Yun Qingying's hands were covered in blood, but there was no trace of mercy in her eyes.

Her eyes had become like a dead lake, staring fixedly at the enemy before her, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

With each bandit that fell, the hatred in her heart was released, as if it had no end.

However, Chuyang remained calm.

While launching fierce attacks, he kept a watchful eye on Yun Qingying's movements.

Whenever Yun Qingying's emotions seemed to spiral out of control, he would immediately pull her back, warning her with a calm gaze.

He knew that on the path of revenge, one could not lose their way, especially with Yun Qingying's vengeful heart. If she lost her reason, she would only hurt herself in the end.

Just as they were about to level the entire bandit hideout, the bandit leader, cornered, realized there was no way out.

But this bandit leader was tall and strong, wielding a giant sword, his face filled with fierce and disdainful expressions.

He coldly stared at the two, seemingly unconcerned with his dead subordinates, his eyes instead filled with a provocative glint.

"Two mere outsiders dare to barge into my territory."

The bandit leader tried to mask his inner panic with a cold laugh. "Do you know that anyone who dares to intrude on my stronghold in this area is digging their own grave?"

Yun Qingying's gaze was as sharp as a knife, flashing cold light.

Without any fear, she met his gaze and said coldly, "Today, I am your grave."

"You?"

The bandit leader sneered, his eyes sweeping over Yun Qingying, clearly not taking her seriously. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

The bandit leader took a large step forward, swinging his giant sword at Yun Qingying. The sword qi was sweeping through, accompanied by intense wind pressure, as though it could tear the air apart.

Yun Qingying's eyes sharpened. Before Chuyang could intervene, she charged forward alone.

She swung her long sword, and the blade clashed with the giant sword, the intense collision causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The battle entered a heated stage, with the bandit leader wielding immense strength. Each strike carried incredible power, forcing Qingying to retreat repeatedly.

However, Qingying showed no sign of hesitation; she fought even harder.

Each collision of their swords seemed to deepen the hatred in her heart, as if all the pain and anger were being transformed into endless strength through this sword.

As Qingying and the bandit leader engaged in fierce combat, Chuyang stood at a distance, closely watching every move she made.

Chuyang slowly closed the gap, moving around her, secretly preparing to strike at any moment.

Every strike Qingying made was filled with an overwhelming killing intent, yet there was also a hint of exhaustion.

She felt her inner strength slowly depleting, but the enemy before her was still indomitable.

Yun Qingying's heart grew increasingly anxious, as if the final moment of revenge was right before her, yet she still could not defeat the murderer before her.

When Chuyang saw that Qingying was about to fall into a dangerous situation, his eyes suddenly flashed with a burst of fury. He rushed into the battlefield, and in an instant, his hands transformed into sword fingers. A powerful force erupted from his body, smashing the bandit leader's giant sword away.

Then, Chuyang pounced like a fierce tiger, striking with a punch like thunder. The bandit leader could not resist and was struck in the chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

However, just as Chuyang prepared to strike again, Qingying suddenly leapt into the air. The sword light flashed like a messenger of death, swiftly decapitating the bandit leader.

Blood spurted out, and the massive body of the bandit leader crashed to the ground, like a mountain falling.

Qingyingstood coldly beside the leader's corpse, her hands gripping the sword handle tightly. The blood on the blade seemed to have drained all her strength, and her steps faltered. Eventually, she collapsed to her knees.

Chuyang quickly stepped forward, instinctively supporting her shoulder. After a moment's hesitation, he still pulled Qingyinginto his arms, doing his best to comfort her.

At this moment, Yun Qingying's eyes no longer held the murderous gleam, but a profound emptiness.

Her heart seemed to have been emptied; the intense hatred, like the ebbing of the tide, receded, leaving only deep emptiness and exhaustion.

Her voice was low, almost murmuring: "Finally... it's over."

She tightly grasped Chuyang's sleeve, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Chuyang looked down at her and gently patted her back.

"You did well."

His words were low and warm, carrying a hint of comfort: "It's all over."

Qingyingdid not respond, only silently nodded, quietly leaning in his embrace, closing her eyes.

In her heart, there seemed to be a thousand words, yet they could not be spoken.

She had never imagined that after revenge, she would feel such emptiness.

All she knew was that the hatred in her heart had been exhausted, and the unknown journey ahead was just beginning.

Just as they were about to leave, a gust of wind suddenly sounded from a distance, followed by a shadow flickering in the darkness.

Chuyang quickly turned around, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

The figure was a scout from the Demon Realm, with sharp eyes glaring at them from the shadows.

Gazing at Chuyang, a fleeting green glow could be seen around him. It was a power that only those from the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm could perceive, like green blood flowing through Chuyang's veins.

The scout coldly spoke: "It seems that the reincarnation of the Demon Child should be here."

Suddenly, a dangerous gleam flashed in Chuyang's eyes. He tightly gripped Yun Qingying's hand and whispered, "We can't stay any longer."

However, at that moment, the scout had already quietly left, and the dangerous feeling Chuyang had also vanished.

In a cave, The Windblood Assassin stood silently in the darkness, his eyes behind the veil as cold as ice.

"The reincarnation of the Demon Child?"

His voice was low: "Interesting."

The scout hurriedly reported: "The aura within that man somewhat matches the Demon Child, and there is indeed demonic energy."

The Windblood Assassin smiled faintly, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Then let him live a little longer, I want to see."

He slowly walked down from the stone platform and turned to the scout, commanding: "Find his weakness. I want him alive."