Zhao Shuning wore a smile in her eyes. However, her hands didn't stop for a moment.
The technique was so familiar. Wang Cheng, of course, knew it was the mental method he had taught Xi Ling.
The Bone - Piercing Chant and the Bone - Eroding Dance.
Wang Cheng's heart sank. He knew something was wrong.
Back then, Nan Feng and Fei Yang had excellent talents, while Wang Xiling's was slightly inferior. To ensure Wang Xiling's status in the yard remained unshaken, Wang Cheng had specially taught Nan Feng and Fei Yang the Soul - Seizing Steps and the Meteor - Falling Concealment. And he had passed on the Bone - Piercing Chant and the Bone - Eroding Dance to Wang Xiling.
These two techniques of Wang Xiling could completely counter those of Nan Feng and Fei Yang. Once their moves clashed, a powerful explosion was bound to occur.
This was Wang Cheng's selfishness at that time. He never thought that this very selfishness would come back to haunt him today.
The two moves clung to him like maggots on bones. Soon, they wrapped around Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng quickly mobilized the powerful spiritual energy in his body to form a shield. However, even so, when the Bone - Piercing Chant and the Bone - Eroding Dance hit him, a huge reaction still occurred with the Meteor - Falling Concealment and the Soul - Seizing Steps.
There was a loud "bang".
Wang Cheng's right arm was blown off by this force. Instantly, blood spurted out like a column.
It was a good opportunity.
Zhao Shuning quickly gathered her spiritual power and then rushed it into Wang Cheng's body through the severed arm at an extremely fast speed.
Back then, Wang Cheng's techniques had been taught by Ye Ling. Zhao Shuning knew his weakness.
Following the blood vessels upwards, she saw Wang Cheng's spiritual root. At this moment, the spiritual root, which looked like a medicinal herb, was flashing a blood - red light.
"Go!"
The spiritual power quickly covered Wang Cheng's spiritual root.
Wang Cheng let out a painful scream and then hugged his head and squatted on the ground.
Zhao Shuning's victory this time was mostly due to luck besides her strength. If the White Tiger hadn't been there, if Wang Cheng hadn't been so selfish and tinkered with the techniques to make everyone submit to Wang Xiling, she wouldn't have defeated Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng knelt on the ground, and all that came out of his mouth were painful wails.
Zhao Shuning walked towards him slowly. She squatted down.
Due to Zhao Shuning's release of spiritual power, the aura of Wang Cheng's Yuan Dan was constantly surging wildly in his body.
In a short while, he regained his original appearance.
At this moment, the protective shield dissipated.
Everyone in the Wang Mansion saw Wang Cheng sitting in a pool of blood, his arm severed, looking extremely disheveled.
Zhao Shuning took a step forward.
Wang Cheng took a step back.
"Don't come closer."
"Wang Cheng, why did you try to harm me back then?"
Wang Cheng kept retreating. At this moment, he had no strength left and was no longer able to form new magic seals.
Because of the fierce fight before, the White Tiger was covered in wounds. Obviously, the White Tiger had given its all in the fight just now.
Zhao Shuning gently stroked the White Tiger's fur.
The White Tiger leaned over and rubbed its head against Zhao Shuning.
After that, it quickly turned into a tiny white tiger. Zhao Shuning gently placed the White Tiger into her Qiankun Bag and then looked at Wang Cheng again.
Wang Cheng's current appearance was very similar to when Ye Ling first saw him.
"Why did you harm me? I, Ye Ling, thought I had treated you well."
"Well? If you really treated me well, why didn't you give me the power of the guard team? Instead, you gave it to the Chu siblings who were less capable than me?"
"Have you received so little?"
"But I should have received much more."
Wang Cheng's eyes were full of greed.
Seeing this, Zhao Shuning understood. Greed was like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Wang Cheng had been defeated by the word "greed".
She stood up. Wang Cheng at her feet looked extremely pitiful.
"Wang Cheng, have you ever thought that if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be worthy of having this Wang Mansion."
I had clearly given you things and helped you a lot, but what you wanted was my everything. Only now did Zhao Shuning realize that Wang Cheng back then hadn't made a momentary mistake. If it had been so, he would have had a chance to make amends.
The old Wang Cheng was a villain to the core. Even if you gave him half of what you had, he would only complain and feel that you should have given him everything.
He didn't know how to be content, nor did he understand what gratitude was.
"Who else was involved in the conspiracy with you back then?"
Wang Cheng laughed. As he laughed, blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Seeing the young girl in pain brought him joy.
Zhao Shuning had killed his daughter and his wife. Even if he died, he wouldn't let her have an easy time.
"Ye Ling, no, Zhao Shuning. Do you think the people you trusted back then were really kind - hearted?"
"Do you think the four great families conspired to push you down just because we hated and envied you?"
"Do you think none of your trusted confidants hated you?"
"In the Jianghu, you've made so many enemies. Do you really think the four great families alone could have overthrown you so easily?"
Zhao Shuning clenched her fists.
"Who helped you?"
Wang Cheng laughed until tears came out.
"Zhao Shuning, the people you trusted and loved all betrayed you in the end. I won't tell you. I want this to be a thorn in your heart forever. I want you to know that with just your passion and courage, you can achieve nothing."
"This world is full of evil. You insisted on beautifying it and thinking it was full of love. Ye Ling's death didn't teach you this lesson. Sooner or later, you'll fall hard because of this wrong perception. Hahaha—"
Wang Cheng's laughter was extremely loud.
His meridians were shattered.
The backlash of the Yuan Dan was extremely rapid.
There were several loud "pops". Wang Cheng's body kept shaking, and then he fell to the ground completely.
Blood slowly oozed from Wang Cheng's seven orifices. But he wasn't dead yet. He slowly crawled.
His eyes were fixed on the woman on the swing.
How ridiculous. Wang Cheng had never cared about much in his life. The only person he truly cared about was the woman on the swing.
Zhao Shuning slowly walked towards the woman. She took out her jade flute and played a tune.
When the last note of the flute music faded away, the woman's hand moved slightly.
Wang Cheng stopped crawling. He looked at this scene in disbelief and then at Zhao Shuning beside the swing.
"You—"
"Previously, I just used the flute music to seal her blood vessels and make her pass out temporarily. She's not dead."
"You!"
"I'm just this cruel, Wang Cheng. I, Ye Ling, hold grudges. How you treated me, I'll return it to you doubly. I just want you to know the pain of life - and - death separation."
Wang Cheng's hand was just a moment away from touching the woman's hand when Zhao Shuning struck down with her jade flute. The man's hand suddenly dropped to the ground.
He was dead.
When Wang Cheng died, his eyes were wide open.
Dying with regret, the most painful thing was to be separated from his loved one by life and death.