SFS Chapter 622 Qin Tian's Unwillingness
Chapter 622 Qin Tian's Unwillingness
Back in time.
With a tight grip on the heavy iron hook, Niu Tou pulled Qin Tian, whose soul had shrunk and who was barely conscious after being fried in boiling oil, out of the cauldron.
Looking at the soul, which was twisted and deformed like pickled vegetables and could only exhale but not inhale, Niu Tou bowed to the King of Qin and reported: "Reporting to King Hengye, this soul is afraid... it cannot hold on."
Seated at the head of the table was a dignified and beautiful woman, exuding boundless power.
Her face was cold and stern, her long, sharp eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, and her deep voice echoed in the solemn palace:
"Qin Tian, I have tolerated you time and again because you are of the Qin family bloodline, but you..."
"In the mortal realm, you murdered your father, your brother, and your own flesh and blood—your sins are heinous! You are sentenced to ten thousand tortures and then banished to a ferry to perform hard labor. This is only because the King of Qin pleaded for you, showing you leniency and sparing your life!"
"Si Yuan cherishes his juniors and treasures the karmic bond, which I can understand. But this time, you almost caused a boatload of souls to be wiped out again. Even if you are a member of the Qin family, I will never allow you to bring disaster to the underworld again."
Qin Tian's soul was pierced by the bull's head's iron hook, like a dying fish on a hook, only able to twitch slightly.
He listened to the Qin King's words of judgment, each one sharp as a knife. His rolled-back eyes struggled to move, and he finally regained a sliver of his senses. The overwhelming hatred he felt for Lei Jiao'er and Qin Jiyu almost set his remaining soul ablaze.
He knew this was likely a desperate situation, however—
Even if his soul were to be scattered, he would not die content unless he dragged those two down to hell with him.
"Ancestors!" Qin Tian's soul trembled violently, his voice hoarse as a broken gong, "This junior is truly innocent!"
"A strange ghost has indeed inexplicably infiltrated the ship! I only wanted to test it and force it to reveal its true form, but that Lei Jiao'er!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with resentment, "Either you didn't understand the signal I gave you, or you were deliberately trying to harm me! You failed to keep the boat under control. My intention was merely to gently rock the boat to expose that treacherous ghost, but who would have thought the boat would almost capsize!"
"If we're talking about guilt... Lei Jiao'er is clearly more at fault! Why do you, Ancestor, insist on protecting that Lei family member while treating your own bloodline so harshly? This junior is not convinced!"
The King of Qin's gaze was as cold as ice from the deepest hell, scrutinizing his clumsy performance.
After he finished his "plea," he slowly opened his lips, each word carrying immense weight: "Precisely because you are of the Qin bloodline, I must ensure that you do not dishonor the conscience bestowed upon you by this bloodline!"
"You have long forgotten the countless blood debts you have committed in the mortal world! If it weren't for the King of Qin pleading for you, even being reduced to ashes would not be enough to atone for your crimes!"
"Heh...hehehe..." Qin Tian's remnant soul let out a strange laugh.
With a dying madness in his voice, he said, "Ancestors, everything I've done... is for my two children. I only ask that they... live a better life. What wrong have I done? What crime have I committed?"
The last trace of pity in King Qin's eyes vanished completely, leaving only disgust: "Your children are the apple of your eye, but aren't your own flesh and blood also your closest relatives?"
"But my daughter!" Qin Tian roared, as if using his last ounce of strength:
"She is a once-in-a-century genius in the Qin family, a sixteen-year-old Battle Master! As her father, I paved the way and cleared the obstacles for her... What's wrong with that? If it weren't for her wicked cousin, she would probably have already ascended to the second heaven! My Qin family should have prospered because of her! How could it have come to this... How could it have come to this—!!!"
"A mistake is a mistake! No amount of sophistry can conceal your sins." The Qin King's voice echoed coldly, "Qin Tian, you have repeatedly committed divine offenses without repentance. I hereby sentence you to be boiled in oil until your soul is utterly annihilated!"
The gavel was already suspended in mid-air, the wooden block symbolizing the final verdict carrying the force of thunder, about to crash down!
At the critical moment.
A powerful, piercing female voice suddenly shattered the deathly silence in the hall:
"Wait!"
The gesture of King Qin holding the wooden staff suddenly stopped.
His eyes instantly sharpened like knives, his narrowed gaze piercing through the eerie ghostly aura permeating the palace gate.
A person walked silently into Hengye Hall.
Her long, crimson robe billowed like blood, and as she moved, a dark light seemed to flicker. The datura flower carved from ghost iron and spirit in her hair was both beautiful and eerie, exuding a chilling aura.
It was none other than Si Yuan, the King of Qin.
As the tall, imposing deity approached step by step, Qin Tian's dying soul trembled violently, and two flames of hope suddenly ignited deep within his pupils, which had just been swallowed by despair.
"Lord Siyuan, please save this junior! Please save this junior!"
Si Yuan Qin Wang's gaze swept over Qin Tian's dying remnant soul, and a hint of gentleness quietly appeared in his eyes.
But this gentleness did not stem from pity for Qin Tian.
Rather... it stemmed from her admiration for Qin Hanyue.
Qin Hanyue, that girl, is unwilling to submit, and has an untamed pride and persistence in her bones, just like her.
That girl should still be suffering in the infernal stone mill, but it was she who stepped in and pulled her out of that devastating torture.
Qin Hanyue did not waste this unexpected chance at life.
With a ruthlessness far exceeding expectations, she devised and laid out strategies for Si Yuan, offering one plan after another. It was precisely with this assistance that Si Yuan was able to advance step by step in the underworld power arena of the Ten Kings of Qin, expanding her territory ever more vast.
Therefore, she must save her father for her advisor.
Most importantly, Si Yuan, like Qin Hanyue, has people she dislikes just as much.
Si Yuan was a genius at the age of fourteen, but she lost her life in her prime because of the greed of a black phoenix.
After arriving in the underworld, although it was a stroke of good fortune, the Lord of the Underworld felt guilty towards her and guided her to cultivate underworld power. Her ancestors also treated her well and supported her to become one of the Ten Kings of Qin. But how could the underworld compare to the prosperous and splendid human world?
She loved flowers, loved beauty, loved vibrant colors. In this underworld, besides the dark River Styx, the red heavens and earth, and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, where was there any beauty?
This place is filled with only eternal, suffocating silence.
Even though she was one of the Ten Kings of Qin, this resentment, like a poisonous vine, had long been deeply ingrained in her soul.
What right does that self-righteous Lord of the Underworld have to base his City of Reincarnation and his grand ambitions on his untimely death and sacrifice?
She shouldn't have died!
She should have ascended to the second heaven like the other fortunate women of the Qin family, but instead, she ended up in this godforsaken underworld!
The world owes her this!
"Si Yuan, this time, he must die!" King Hengye's voice was cold.
Si Yuan smiled and said, "It's just a dog's life, what's wrong with keeping it for me?"
"Since it's a dog's life, it should be killed."
"Hahaha!" Si Yuan suddenly burst into a chilling laugh, her skirt fluttering without wind, her body surging with dark energy. "The person I, Si Yuan, want to protect today, even if Heng Ye uses all his power, you won't be able to touch him in the slightest!"