The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: The Sword Filled with Killing Intent

“Be reborn!”

Gazing at the Princess with a bewildered look, Zhong Niangyao spoke softly to persuade her, “You’ve been trapped in these Merfolk Tears for so many years, don’t you want to see the splendid rivers and mountains outside? Don’t you wish to experience the peaceful era of today? Don’t you long to once again have parents who adore you?”

Each word rippled through the Princess’s heart. As she listened to Zhong Niangyao’s words, a look of yearning appeared on her face.

After Zhong Niangyao had finished speaking, she didn’t rush her. Having been imprisoned for so many years, the Princess’s soul was on the verge of becoming an Evil Ghost. Oddly enough, the object of her vengeance had already received their deserved punishment, which must have left the Princess feeling a certain emptiness!

After a long while, the Princess finally spoke again, “I will go and be reborn, but before I do, I want to see the end that monster met. Otherwise, I really can’t let go.”

She said this to Zhong Niangyao because she was keenly aware that only Zhong Niangyao could help her fulfill this wish. The Lord of Hell wouldn’t listen to her, but there was a high chance that he would listen to Zhong Niangyao.

Facing the Princess’s request, Zhong Niangyao nodded, then turned her head to look at Bai Wuchang, “Lord Bai, her previous life was truly miserable, and after death, her soul has been imprisoned for so many years, which is pitiable. Could you allow her to witness the fate of her enemy so she can be reborn in peace?”

Bai Wuchang nodded expressionlessly with his ghastly pale face, and then, holding onto the Princess’s soul, he disappeared from the spot.

However, nobody noticed that, as he left, his gaze flickered in a certain direction, filled with profound meaning.

It was Lu Yichen who seemed to have sensed something amiss and frowned, looking over at the spot where Bai Wuchang had just been.

Looking at the disappearing Princess, Zhong Niangyao couldn’t help but shake her head with a sigh.

Her life was meant to be smooth, yet it was ruined by a stubborn psychopath, leading to a shattered existence. Even after death, she couldn’t find freedom, having been imprisoned for so many years.

After sighing, Zhong Niangyao turned around only to find everyone’s gaze concentrated on her. She couldn’t help but reach out to touch her face, “Why are you all looking at me like that? There shouldn’t be anything on my face, right?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Ouyang Chenwei’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhong Niangyao, filled with admiration, “We just think, Lady Zhong, you really are too incredible! Who would have thought that you even have connections in hell!”

Hearing this, Zhong Niangyao couldn’t help but roll her eyes and spoke irritably, “There isn’t a single ‘person’ in hell.”

Those who enter hell are ghosts; it’s impossible for the living to do so.

“Ah, a slip of the tongue,” Ouyang Chenwei waved his hand dismissively, “Anyway, as long as Lady Zhong understands. I just think you’re incredible.”

Zhong Niangyao retracted her gaze and continued, “Now that the biggest threats in this main tomb room have all disappeared. Hurry up and get to work!”

With the assurance from Zhong Niangyao, Ouyang Chenwei and the others began to pack everything inside the chests, planning to send someone to fetch them later. Although those were not their original targets, since they were here, they couldn’t possibly leave empty-handed.

Zhao Si and Qian Wang huddled in a corner of the wall. While they were covetous of the gold and jewels, they dared not make any moves.

They had just walked a hair’s breadth from death and were genuinely frightened. No matter how enticing the treasures were, they could not compare to the value of their lives. If it weren’t for Zhong Niangyao’s timely intervention, they would have already lost their lives.

They were fully aware that now, with only the two of them and facing a powerful opposing group, along with Zhong Niangyao, an ultimate weapon on the other side, there was nothing they could do. Therefore, they just wanted to wait quietly, satisfied to leave the General’s Tomb with the others later on.

Zhong Niangyao came to Lu Yichen’s side, asking somewhat curiously, “Wasn’t your purpose here the General’s sword? Why haven’t you gone to look for it yet?”

Before Lu Yichen could reply, Uncle Li approached, “Master, the item we’re looking for is inside that Crystal Coffin.”

Zhong Niangyao immediately understood and couldn’t help thinking to herself that he must be someone who dislikes making an effort himself!

Lu Yi strode over to the Crystal Coffin. There had been two skeletons within it, but as soon as the Princess was taken away by the Netherworld Messenger and the Merfolk Tears disappeared, the skeletons in the Crystal Coffin began to disintegrate until not even a slight trace was left behind.

Now, only a black longsword remained in the Crystal Coffin. The material from which the sword was forged was indistinguishable. The black blade glistened with a forbidding chill, indicating that it was a sword capable of slicing through metal as if through mud.

However, what was most alarming was the black aura that wrapped around the sword’s body, almost taking on a physical form.

From this, it was clear how many people the sword had killed and how much blood it had absorbed.

Uncle Li stood by, feeling suffocated just by looking at the sword. He couldn’t fathom even touching it, let alone approaching it.

Zhong Niangyao, however, seemed unaffected. Yet, as she looked at the sword, a mysterious light flickered in her eyes.

Lu Yichen stepped forward and reached out to take the sword.

Instantly, the black energy on the sword, as if finding something entertaining, surged with excitement, wrapping around Lu Yi’s arm, seemingly eager to corrode the limb.

However, in a split second, the situation drastically changed.

The black energy, as if encountering a terrifying force, swiftly tried to flee. In the blink of an eye, the black aura disappeared completely.

After the black energy vanished, the cold, malicious treasure sword underwent a dramatic transformation. The previously murderous sword now seemed like any ordinary treasure sword, completely devoid of ferocity, as if it had never seen blood.

Lu Yi had yet to lower the sword in his hand when he saw Zhong Niangyao’s unwavering focus on it and asked with a raised eyebrow, “Do you want this sword?”