NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29 - What Kind of Death Do You Want?
With the openings Gu Yanran showed, Lin Qingyue could’ve killed her on the spot. But catching Su Yu’s reluctant look, she instinctively held back.
“Not dead yet, huh?”
Lin Qingyue stepped up to Gu Yanran, eyeing the blood-spitting girl on the ground, her tone flat.
Not kindness—just a victor’s pity for the vanquished.
“Cut… cut the crap. Kill me if you’re gonna.”
Gu Yanran was a mess. Even with spiritual energy shielding her, she couldn’t tank a face-full of that big move.
Lin Qingyue outclassed her anyway, and with her borrowed power fading, staying conscious—not passing out—was sheer willpower.
“Stop pretending. Think I don’t see your game?”
Gu Yanran spat blood and words.
She’d heard Lin Qingyue’s “concern,” but it was obviously for show. For who? Duh!
A chill flashed in Lin Qingyue’s eyes. She’d meant to let her off—wedding days weren’t for bloodshed, bad omen and all.
Plus, knowing Su Yu’s tie to Gu Yanran, killing her in front of him? What would her husband think?
But this woman wouldn’t back down. Spare her, and what if old flames rekindled while she was away, catching her off guard?
Lin Qingyue sighed. No reason to let her live now.
With a flick, a giant ice crystal formed, poised to smash her to mush.
No choice—not the prettiest death, but with Su Yu here, she couldn’t let him see a gory end for someone close. Gruesome it’d be—sorry, her burden to bear.
Gu Yanran sensed the shift, closing her eyes to await death.
…
Gulp…
Su Yu swallowed hard, a sudden realization hitting him. He’d been caught up in the fight’s thrill, blind to its danger.
A fight meant death!
He’d never killed, never even seen a corpse.
His old world was peaceful; this was a cultivator’s realm of might. Watching someone die—someone he knew—was too much.
Standing by, doing nothing? He wasn’t that heartless.
He had to act, had to do something…
But how?
Su Yu scratched his cheek, a sheepish look crossing his face as he stepped forward. “Uh… could you let her go?”
“…”
Lin Qingyue didn’t speak, but Su Yu read her eyes—Why should I?
“Well, uh… because… um…”
He fumbled, grasping for a reason.
Because she’s human, it’s cruel? Or maybe, for my sake, could you…?
The ice crystal hung there, unmoving—Lin Qingyue was wavering.
Her indecision gnawed at Su Yu too.
But the real pressure? Gu Yanran, under that icy shadow.
Kill her quick if you’re gonna—give her peace. This stalling jacked her heart rate, fraying her resolve to die bravely.
The worst wasn’t despair—it was hope, then despair.
Gu Yanran even wondered if Lin Qingyue was dragging it out to torment her.
As her nerves frayed, Lin Qingyue sighed. How could she deny Su Yu?
She turned to Gu Yanran, voice cool. “If my husband left with you today, could you make him happy?”
“Huh?”
Gu Yanran blinked, then snapped, “Of course!”
No hesitation—she loved Su Yu to death. She’d cherish, shield, adore him, make him happy. Easy.
Lin Qingyue pressed on. “I’ve checked your background—plain mortal stock, a fluke of immortal luck. That luck’s beneath me, but others? Not so much.”
“Hide it, fine. But exposing it to this crowd today—if he went with you, what happens? Ever think about that?”
Gu Yanran fell silent. Early on, she could’ve whisked Su Yu away with that power. Now, battered like this, with him in tow…
“What’re you getting at!?” she growled.
“You’re at a dead end. Alone, you might scrape by. But drag him along stubbornly, and he’ll suffer—those jade hands of his, roughened.”
“If you really love him, let go.”
Su Yu’s heart twinged.
Jade hands… okay, can’t a guy’s hands be jade-like? Still, his cool, aloof fiancée saying this—for him?
“And most importantly—does he even want to go with you? Or is someone just fooling herself?”
That line hit Gu Yanran like a gut punch. She looked to Su Yu, eyes pleading.
He went quiet, head dipping.
She’d known the answer—he’d rejected her that day. Unwilling to accept it, she’d gambled everything, chasing a sliver of hope.
But now…
As time ticked by, tension and panic grew on her face, hope fading.
She got it—all of it.
The light in her eyes dimmed.
Gu Yanran said nothing, head low, face shadowed.
“Good you understand…”
Lin Qingyue waved, and the ice dissolved. No need for it.
If she’d ignored the plea—or Su Yu had answered—down it’d come.
But with Su Yu unmoved, and her a total loser, killing her lost its point—for his sake.
Even spared, she might not walk free. A mortal’s immortal edge? Plenty would bite.
“…Get lost.”
Gu Yanran watched Lin Qingyue wave her off, no survivor’s relief—just boiling rage.
Because she’s no threat now? Or not worth caring about?
Yeah, a delusional wedding crasher—just a joke!!