Chapter 110: Ye Qingfeng Ascends to Heaven
Huang Luoyan didn’t dare say much. All her hopes rested on them now. Only with their power could Tuantuan be saved. She was well aware of that.
Shen Wuxiao glanced at Ye Qingfeng once more.
“Mr. Ye, your time has come. Let’s get going.”
“But don’t worry. I’m a soft-hearted man. For your peace of mind, I’ll try to save your daughter.”
“However, life and death are ruled by fate. I can’t make any promises.”
“But I will keep one—I’ll let you know what happens to her. You’ll get my message.”
With that, Shen Wuxiao began spinning the Deadly Judge’s Pen in his palm.
Huang Luoyan wasn’t heartless, but in that moment, she had no other choice. She didn’t beg for mercy—there was nothing she could say. If she annoyed Shen Wuxiao now, even Tuantuan’s slim hope would vanish. All she could do was hold Tuantuan tightly in her arms and turn away.
Ye Qingfeng closed his eyes, ready to accept death.
“Tuantuan, Daddy is sorry… you must live well!” “My brothers and sisters… I’m coming to you now. You gave your lives for me, and in the next life, I’ll repay you even as a servant!”
Then he closed his eyes.
A cold gleam flashed in Shen Wuxiao’s gaze as the Deadly Judge’s Pen pierced directly into Ye Qingfeng’s neck.
Ye Qingfeng’s body trembled violently. His eyes flew open as life began slipping away.
Countless memories flooded his mind.
From childhood to adulthood, everything played like a fast-forwarded film—his childhood mistreatment, humiliation in youth, being bullied by the Ye family, betrayed by his fiancée, Zhuo Sunyan, the moment he held Tuantuan, the battles in the Northern Territory…
It all flashed before him.
Though his path had been filled with hardship, he had taken revenge on his enemies. Still, he died with regrets.
Darkness gradually overtook his vision. His body felt light, weightless… and then—nothing.
Shen Wuxiao pulled the pen out. Ye Qingfeng collapsed completely, lifeless.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have killed the Mad Dragon God of War. Points +2,000,000. Bonus +550,000 and one mysterious gift box!]
[Host’s profession: Luck Harvester. You gain extra rewards when luck-based protagonists fall. Additional +450,000 points.]
[Host, would you like to use the Protagonist Revival Card and kill him again…?]
“What a generous haul!”
“No need to revive him yet. I said I’d tell him what happened to his daughter. Once I confirm she can’t be saved, I’ll bring him back and give him the news.”
“I always keep my word.”
[Understood, Host. Because you used the Deadly Judge’s Pen to kill a protagonist, you get a bonus of +200,000 points.]
“???”
“What the hell?!”
[Host, didn’t you know? Killing a protagonist with the Judge’s Pen gives bonus points. The pen literally serves justice.]
“Oh my god, I just found out. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ve lost so many points!”
[You never asked. I thought you saw the results…]
“Forget it. Losing out on Lin Fan’s bonus isn’t the end of the world.”
Ye Qingfeng’s corpse lay still on the ground.
His story ended just as it began.
He never got the chance to take revenge on the Ye family.
Soon, Shen Wuxiao’s men arrived.
He pointed to Huang Luoyan and Ye Qingfeng’s body. “Take them away. Try to save the child—send the best doctors.”
“And the bodies from the ward upstairs. Deliver them to my father.”
Shen Wuxiao knew Tuantuan’s chances of survival were practically zero. The child had a brain tumor and was already extremely weak. Then Ye Qingfeng jumped out of a building with her from over ten floors high.
Ye Qingfeng was a sixth-grade, sixth-level expert. Tuantuan was just a child. It was a miracle she was even still alive, and that was only because Ye Qingfeng shielded her.
Huang Luoyan glanced at Shen Wuxiao with gratitude, then followed his men away.
As they lifted Ye Qingfeng’s body, his phone rang.
It wasn’t broken—proof that domestic brands really were built to last.
One of Shen Wuxiao’s men picked it up and handed it to him respectfully. Shen Wuxiao checked the caller ID and immediately knew who it was.
He answered.
A cold female voice came through.
“Mr. Ye… this is Liu Ruyan. I have a plan—”
Before she could finish, Shen Wuxiao chuckled.
“Forget Mr. Ye. He’s dead. If you want to scheme again, do it sooner next time. Understand?”
“You want revenge against me but need me to teach you how to do it step by step? Is it really that hard?”
There was a pause. Then Liu Ruyan stammered, “Wu… Wu Xiao…”
“That’s right. It’s me. Ye Qingfeng’s dead. Your plan is finished.”
“Ah… Oh…” Liu Ruyan muttered.
Shen Wuxiao shook his head. “Say sorry.”
“I’m sorry…” she murmured.
“Good. Opportunity waits for no one. Next time I match you with someone else, be quick and kill me properly.”
“…Okay,” Liu Ruyan sighed.
“Now, say thank you.”
“…Thank you…”
“Thank you for what?” Shen Wuxiao pressed.
After a pause, Liu Ruyan whispered, “Thank you… thank you, husband…”
“Hang up.”
Shen Wuxiao ended the call and crushed the phone in his hand with a squeeze.
The cleanup was quick.
Huang Luoyan and Tuantuan were taken away.
Ye Qingfeng’s body was removed.
The corpses upstairs were retrieved.
Soon, only Shen Wuxiao and Jiang Huaiyue remained.
Jiang Huaiyue sheathed her soft sword, then slipped her arm into Shen Wuxiao’s.
“Let’s go shopping. Then we’ll head home.”
Shen Wuxiao smiled. “Sure. Let’s find a big mall. I need to buy something.”
“Mhm.” Jiang Huaiyue smiled gently and leaned her head on his shoulder.
The two walked toward their car.
On the way, Shen Wuxiao asked the system, “System, how many points do I have now?”
[You’re just under four million. But I can round it up—it counts as four million.]
“Oh, not bad. Very honest of you.”
“Show me the weapon list. I want to pick an upgradeable soft sword—starting from divine weapon level six, meaning level 60.”
[Ding! Recommended divine-rank soft swords: Langya Star and Returning Soul, Chasing the Moon… both can be upgraded.]
“Which one is best for my woman?”
[For the Host’s woman, I recommend ‘Returning Soul, Chasing the Moon.’ She has object-control abilities, and this sword is light and agile. It syncs well with her power, allowing her to kill without being seen.]
[Bonus: Sword Manual – ‘One Sword Freezes Fourteen Provinces.’]
“Nice. Sounds way cooler than that stupid Inferno Gatling gun.”
“I’ve realized everything I choose looks bad. You need to help me sort through the junk.”
“These sellers are scammers. Just putting garbage on the shelves!”
[……So unfair……]
“Switch it out.”
[Ding! Exchanged for soft sword ‘Returning Soul, Chasing the Moon.’ Sword manual delivered. 200,000 points deducted.]
[Would you like to receive it now or store it in a storage bag?]
“Send me a storage bag.”
[Wha—you really…]
“Send one.”
[I have limits too…]
“Send.”
[…Fine. A bonus: one low-grade storage bag with a capacity of five cubic meters. Can only store non-living objects.]
“Perfect! I have lots of these at home—but I’m not at home, am I?”
[Ugh!]
After getting in the car, Shen Wuxiao pulled out the soft sword and sword manual and handed them to Jiang Huaiyue.
When she saw the glowing, crimson, razor-sharp sword, her eyes grew warm.
“For… me?”
“Of course. You’re my girlfriend. Who else would I give it to?”
“Your current sword can’t keep up with your realm. This one’s just right.”
Jiang Huaiyue didn’t act polite. After everything they’d shared—including sharing a bed—there was no need to pretend.