I Want to See Rivers of Blood Now

“?”

These few words were like a massive boulder crashing into stagnant water. Ling Muxue jerked her head up, her dim eyes instantly erupting with an astonishing light, as if clutching at the final thread of life. “You still have Nirvana Syrup in your hand?! Quick! Bring it out! I will agree to anything you want!”

She took an urgent step forward.

“As I said just now, the bottle bestowed by His Majesty has indeed been used up.”

Lu Qiancha shook her head again, her tone definitive.

“You!” Ling Muxue was provoked by these contradictory answers, blood rushing to her face. A fury at being toyed with shot straight to the top of her head, her voice carrying suppressed resentment: “Then aren’t you deliberately playing with me?!”

“Ah, Your Highness, please calm down.”

Lu Qiancha unhurriedly raised her hand, making a gesture to settle down. Her voice carried the composure of someone in total control. “Please calm your mind and listen as I explain slowly.”

“…”

Ling Muxue’s chest heaved violently, her clenched fists turning white at the knuckles from the force. She stared dead at Lu Qiancha, until finally, that tense strength collapsed in dejection, her eyes gray and exhausted: “…Speak. I’m listening.”

Only then did Lu Qiancha speak slowly, recounting an interesting discovery: “During the process of analyzing and researching the Nirvana Syrup, I detected a marvelous characteristic hidden within this medicine.

“It not only endows the consumer with majestic vitality akin to a nirvana rebirth, but at the same time…”

She paused slightly, her tone holding a trace of playfulness, “It also absorbs a portion of the user’s pure spiritual energy as nourishment, quietly nurturing a ‘Nirvana Syrup Source’ within the user’s body.

“In other words, this item is not a one-way bestowal, but establishes a profound symbiotic cycle—mutual nirvana, mutual achievement. From one medicine taken, a second can be expected to be born.”

As her voice fell, Lu Qiancha’s gaze rested calmly on Ling Muxue, carrying silent guidance and anticipation.

“So…”

Ling Muxue was not a stupid person; her train of thought was instantly led. Her beautiful brows knitted tight as she thought in this direction, “As long as one masters the specific extraction method, theoretically, one can continuously extract new Nirvana Syrup from the body of someone who has taken it?”

She immediately grasped the core, but what followed was a more realistic dilemma. “Leaving aside the difficulty of finding such a candidate, where would this extraction method come from? Such a secret technique…”

“Alas, Princess,” Lu Qiancha sighed softly, interrupting her doubts, a look of just the right amount of profundity appearing on her face, “This extraction secret technique, humble though I am, has already been deduced and explored.”

She changed the subject, her gaze becoming meaningful, “It is only the candidate…”

“Candidate? Those who have taken the Nirvana Syrup are all important ministers in the court or pillars of the army with illustrious military merits! Where am I supposed to find you…”

Ling Muxue’s voice came to an abrupt halt. A name that was incomparably suitable, a name that made her soul tremble instantly, suddenly leaped into her mind—Mufeng.

‘That’s right. If not for him, none of this would have happened; if not for him, I would have long had the Nirvana Syrup to save Sun Niang; if not for him, how could I have ended up in such a state; if not for him, how could Zhuzi and Xiaoshan have died? If…’

“Crack—!”

A crisp sound originating from the depths of her soul, like some invisible shackle completely snapping, exploded clearly in Ling Muxue’s heart.

At the same time, a bone-deep hatred—blazing and pure like volcanic lava, accompanied by extreme pain and cold pleasure—erupted from the deepest part of her heart like a ferocious beast breaking free from its cage, instantly sweeping away all her reason.

‘It was him! It’s all his fault!’

‘As long as I catch him and extract the Nirvana Syrup from his body, Sun Niang can be saved! The blood debt of Zhuzi and Xiaoshan can be repaid!’

‘Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! I must kill him!!’

Ling Muxue clenched her fists deathly tight, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, oblivious to the seeping blood.

When she raised her head again, all the fragility, confusion, and despair in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by a cold killing intent that nearly froze everything. Her voice sounded as if cut from the ice of the nine netherworlds: “I will bring that person who took the Nirvana Syrup to you, intact.”

“At that time…” She paused, her voice pressed extremely low, carrying a twisted promise, “I ask Your Excellency to please use your skilled hands to complete the extraction.”

“As for the matter of that day…” Ling Muxue’s gaze swept over Lu Qiancha, a complex look flashing past, her voice carrying a trace of stiff apology, “I am sorry.”

With that, without waiting for Lu Qiancha to make any response, she turned resolutely. Carrying an indomitable, cold murderous intent, she quickly disappeared outside the palace door.

Watching Ling Muxue’s retreating figure, completely swallowed by hatred and rushing to the hunting ground, Lu Qiancha simply closed the door calmly.

A very faint, almost indifferent arc quietly hooked the corner of her lips.

The path of immortality is long, dull, and drawn out.

Occasionally, to personally set bait like this, coldly watching past affection turn into a backlash blade, inducing a wonderful drama where friends turn against each other, kin slaughter kin, and blood flows like a river—it isn’t a bad way to pass the time.

“Little Qiancha—!” Xun Xue’s gentle voice came from the table, “Breakfast is getting cold, come eat while it’s hot.”

“I know! Coming!” Lu Qiancha responded crisply.

She closed the door deftly, light and shadow flickering around her body. Instantly releasing the disguise of the youth, she turned back into that soft, fluffy little wolf cub.

She ran with her short legs, “da-da-da,” hopping cheerfully to Xun Xue’s side.

Immediately after, the little wolf cub kicked off with her hind legs, skillfully flipped over, and landed precisely in Xun Xue’s warm and soft embrace, finding the most comfortable position to nestle in.

Lu Qiancha raised her little head, affectionately rubbing her furry ears against Xun Xue, acting spoiled in a soft, glutinous voice: “Mother, feed me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Xun Xue’s eyes were filled with doting laughter. She extended her finger and gently rubbed the soft wolf ears on top of Lu Qiancha’s head, which twitched slightly with her spoiled movements. “Mama will feed you right now.”

This gentle touch made the little wolf cub narrow her eyes in comfort, a string of satisfied, low purrs emitting from her throat like a kitten being stroked.

“Hehe… Mother is the best.”

Lu Qiancha laughed happily twice, then adjusted her posture in Xun Xue’s arms. She sat up properly, straightening her little back, her sapphire-like big eyes looking at Xun Xue with brightness and anticipation, looking like an obedient child waiting to be fed.

Just then—

Ling Wanbai, who had been quiet as a shadow by the side, leaned in at some point.

She extended her small hand expressionlessly, steadily holding a delicate wooden spoon. She scooped up a small spoonful of white porridge from the steaming bowl on the table, then moved her arm horizontally, steadily bringing the spoon to the side of Lu Qiancha’s little mouth.

Her voice remained the same, without ripples, announcing very flatly: “I want to feed Little Sister too.”