Xia Yongzhi's face turned red as he stared at her with intense hatred. Despite a hint of fear flickering in his eyes, he did not back down. A golden aura circled him, and faint tiger roars echoed around him. Compared to the ferocious tiger Xia Weiyuan would later conjure, Xia Yongzhi's display was mere child's play. Yan Yu had not expected anything better. After all, while they were in the same realm and stage, she was superior to him.

"Die!" he shouted, leaping toward her with his fist aimed at her face. Seeing this telegraphed move, Yan Yu simply sidestepped. His punch missed, and she noticed Xia Weiyuan, wide-eyed, running into the clan compound. He was likely trying to hide or perhaps use some treasure to protect himself. Though still a child, his nature would remain unchanged.

"I won't let you harm my remaining child!" Xia Yongzhi yelled, attempting another golden punch from behind.

Yan Yu stared coldly at the incoming attack before swinging her blade elegantly. Her thin black sword slashed across his wrist, causing blood to surge from the wound and slightly altering the punch's direction, so it struck only air. She then rotated her arm. From above, she moved like the hand of a clock, her thin black sword resembling the hour hand. It slashed easily across Xia Yongzhi's waist, creating a long but thin wound. She sent her qi through the blade into his body, and the wound instantly froze and several ice flowers bloomed around it.

Xia Yongzhi aimed a kick at her side, but Yan Yu merely watched, knowing the kick would not reach her. Just before his foot came within centimeters of her cheek, he suddenly stopped. Ice coated his waist and spread toward his feet, and his eyes widened in shock.

Ice Flowers was one of her Earth Grade techniques. These ice flowers would spread cold qi throughout the target's body. They would freeze the blood, then the flesh, then the bones. A mortal would die instantly the moment her flowers bloomed, but Xia Yongzhi would eventually break free from the ice surrounding his body, but that would not free him from her poisonous cold qi. No, it would only make his death worse. First, the ice would disrupt his nerves, making him feel both cold and hot at the same time. Later, it would feel like his entire body was boiling from the inside, while he was experiencing intense cold on the outside. Many people could counter this technique, but Xia Yongzhi, that weakling, could not.

As she watched the ice spread across his entire body, Yan Yu knew he was already a dead man. She turned and walked toward the clan compound.

Several Xia clan members attempted to ambush her as she stepped into the compound. They were mostly male, with perhaps one or two females. Each possessed a golden aura, though not as intense as Xia Yongzhi's, and they attacked her simultaneously.

"Trash," she said calmly. She swung her thin black blade, creating a barrage of ice needles that rained down around her. All of the Xia clan members died without successfully touching a single hair on her head.

From there, she killed every single person she encountered. Xia clan members, servants, guards—she spared no one. This clan would become a thorn in her side in the future, and she would not allow a single member to survive. She knew too well the tragedy that could result from misplaced mercy, and she would not make such a naive mistake.

Each step she took left blood staining the walls, floors, vases, and paper doors. She took a detour to ensure all people within the clan died. Some had likely already fled the compound, and she would hunt them down later. But for now, it was time to eliminate her main target.

A pair of wide double doors stood before her, adorned with golden tiger heads. She could sense numerous treasures in the room beyond, and while confident in her abilities, she knew she needed to remain cautious. She swung her thin sword several times, creating a hole in the door, and stepped inside. The room was filled with treasure. On one wall gleamed swords, axes, spears, and many other types of weapons. Each of these treasures was somewhat strong, but not exceptionally valuable. On the other side stood a shelf filled with scrolls and books, likely containing the Xia clan's unique techniques. Some might want to examine these techniques, but Yan Yu would ensure no one ever learned them again.

She glanced around the room, noting the many spirit stones, valuable gems, pills, and several talismans. Later, she would pocket some of this wealth, but for now, her target waited. She walked to a corner of the room where two paintings hung on the wall. The first depicted an old man preparing to unleash a punch against a storm, while the other showed a woman meditating beneath a waterfall. There must have been a reason these two paintings were in the treasure room, but she didn't care.

She looked up, and as she did, a child fell toward her from above. He held a long, golden ornate spear, its blade pointed directly at her scalp. Xia Weiyuan's face was red and furious, snot running from his nose, and he looked as if he were about to cry.

Yan Yu knew this spear. It was the weapon that Xia Weiyuan would use when he grew up. It was one of the most valuable treasures in the room and could cause hallucinations if she wasn't careful. She took two steps to the side. The spear stabbed into the floor while Xia Weiyuan hung from it. As it pierced the floor, his eyes widened, as if he could not comprehend how she had managed to dodge. But before he could think further, she unleashed a palm strike directly at his chest.

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Xia Weiyuan flew through the air and landed painfully headfirst. He screamed and began to scramble while clutching his bleeding head.

Yan Yu moved, suddenly appearing right in front of him. His eyes widened, fear etched across his face. She decided to kick him in the stomach, and Xia Weiyuan flew through the air again, spitting blood before his back slammed against a wall of weapons. The weapons tumbled down around him, and he grabbed a simple short sword and tried to stand. But he spat another mouthful of blood and buckled, unable to rise.

"D-don't come! I'll kill you!" he shouted, his face flushed.

Yan Yu ignored his threats. She walked until she stood directly in front of him, looking down at her future enemy.

"T-this isn't supposed to happen. This isn't meant to be! Xia Hongyi shouldn't die, and neither should I. I think the world is wrong. It's broken!" he shouted frantically.

Hearing this, Yan Yu wondered if his bloodline had already awakened. The terrifying aspect of Xia Weiyuan's bloodline was its ability to discern fate. It was a frightening power that made ambushes and plans to kill him extremely difficult to execute.

He rambled about how Liu Xing was not supposed to be there, and as a result, Xia Hongyi and Xia Shizi had died. He claimed Liu Xing had indirectly killed them, which was not supposed to happen. He rambled like a madman. Qi began leaking from his body, causing his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth to bleed. Some of it was likely due to her kick, but most was probably due to his bloodline attempting to make sense of the situation. After all, Yan Yu was an anomaly for his bloodline's perception.

"Xia Weiyuan, you deserve a horrible death," she said calmly.

Xia Weiyuan stood up. Then he ran at her and swung his short sword. As the blade came within centimeters of her, she swung her own sword, severing the right hand that held the weapon.

Xia Weiyuan's eyes widened, blood gushing from his right stump, and he began to shout and cry hysterically. Yan Yu swung her sword several more times, severing his other arm and both of his legs. Now he lay on the floor, limbless. His face was covered in tears and snot, blood pooling beneath his body as he cried and begged her not to kill him.

Yan Yu stood motionless, then extended her left hand toward him. Ten ice arrows floated around her, each with a blunt tip. She willed one of the arrows toward its intended target, and it flew through the air and lodged itself right in the center of his abdomen.

He screamed as she willed the cold qi from her arrow to spread, making his stomach feel both cold and hot simultaneously.

She directed another arrow to pierce his stomach, then his chest and both lungs. When nine of her arrows had lodged in Xia Weiyuan, he looked like a pincushion. Only one arrow remained, and she willed it to pierce his throat. When it landed, Xia Weiyuan made pitiful gurgling noises. He struggled for several moments before finally falling silent. His eyes remained wide open, his face frozen in terror, and he died in agonizing pain.

Despite her victory, Yan Yu was not satisfied with her enemy's death. He should have died a more painful death, considering what he had done. Still, she took comfort in knowing that one of her most despised enemies was finally gone.

Yan Yu turned her attention to plundering the Xia clan's wealth. She gathered thousands of spirit stones, pills that enhanced cultivation, and various talismans for offense and defense. She even found rare talismans capable of regenerating limbs.

After taking everything of value, Yan Yu destroyed all the Xia clan's techniques and set fire to their compound. She then hunted down every servant, gardener, and fleeing clan member, including mothers with their children of Xia clan. The clan's decision to live on isolated peaks, separate from the "worthless" mortals, made it easy for Yan Yu to track them down. They could only hide among rocks, trees, and in holes, unable to blend into a crowd.

When it was over, Yan Yu descended the stairs slowly. Her purple robes were stained with blood, some of it even splattered on her pale face. She decided to find a river to wash herself. Though her robes could clean themselves and she knew techniques to cleanse her body, she felt the need to wash manually.

As she walked, Yan Yu pondered her next move.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a dangerous spirit beast living nearby," she mused.

This spirit beast could use techniques like a human cultivator and harbored a burning desire to destroy the Burning World Sect. In Yan Yu's past life, it had become Xia Weiyuan's pet and killed billions and destroyed many sects and nations. Some of Yan Yu's sisters had died fighting this spirit beast. With Xia Weiyuan dead, the spirit beast might not be a total enemy and could even be used against the Burning World Sect. However, letting it roam free seemed risky. Plus, Yan Yu wanted to avenge her sisters by killing this strange creature—a green frog that looked like it was made of moss, with fire wings and the ability to control space itself.

Her thoughts then drifted to a young man from her sect, Liu Xing. Xia Yongzhi had apparently made contact with him, which was odd. Did Liu Xing have a connection to the Xia clan? Or was it mere coincidence?

In any case, Yan Yu knew that this world would not be the same as her past life. She had already made different choices, and she suspected that these changes would ripple outward and alter the future. However, she hoped that her actions would lead to a better future for herself and a hellish fate for her enemies.

"Wait for me, you scum," she snarled.

As she spoke, everything around her—trees, grass, stairs, even a bird perched on a branch—turned to ice and shattered into billions of pieces.

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