554: Chapter 554 Suicide? Resurrection!

Behind him, Wang Xiue watched Wang Tianlong's kneeling back, seeing his forehead battered and bloody from kowtowing, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Wang Tianlong, get up!"

"I don't need your pity!"

Wang Tianlong did not move, remaining kneeling on the ground.

Wang Xiue began to scream with a sob in her voice.

"Did you hear me? I told you to get up!"

"I am the one who wanted to kill Ye Chen, I am your enemy!"

"Don't beg him!"

Wang Tianlong slowly raised his head, turned around, and looked at Wang Xiue.

His eyes were so red they looked like they might drip blood.

"Xiue, you are my sister."

"No matter what you've done, you are still my sister."

"Our parents left us early when we were young; I was the one who raised you."

"When you were sick, I carried you to the hospital on my back."

"When you were bullied, I grabbed a brick and went to risk my life against them."

"The day you married into the Chen family, I cried all night long."

"Tell me... how can I just ignore you?"

Wang Xiue's tears finally burst forth uncontrollably.

She remembered their childhood, remembered the brother who, in the freezing depths of winter, spent a whole day carrying heavy sacks just to buy her a candied hawthorn stick.

She remembered the brother who fought five people alone so she wouldn't be bullied by thugs, who was beaten black and blue but was still smiling.

She remembered how, after their lives improved and they became stronger, on the day of her wedding, her brother had hidden in his room and cried like a child.

Wang Xiue's legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground.

"Brother..."

Wang Tianlong waved his hand and said helplessly.

"Xiue, stop this."

"I'm begging you."

Wang Xiue slumped against Wang Tianlong's shoulder, crying like a child.

She thought of her husband's death, and she felt hate.

She hated Ye Chen, she hated the Wang Family, and she hated everyone who wouldn't help her seek revenge.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that all that hate...

Didn't seem so important anymore.

She still had a brother.

A brother willing to block a sword for her.

A brother who knelt on the ground, kowtowing until his head bled, to beg for her mercy.

Wang Xiue cried for a long time before she finally calmed down.

She raised her head, looked at Wang Tianlong's face which had aged significantly, and reached out to touch the wound on his forehead.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

Wang Tianlong shook his head, but his tears wouldn't stop flowing.

Wang Xiue smiled, a smile filled with relief, liberation, and resolve.

"Mr. Ye, I do not ask for your forgiveness."

"I only ask one thing of you."

Ye Chen looked at her without speaking.

Wang Xiue took a deep breath and said emphatically, "Don't make things difficult for my brother."

As the words left her mouth.

She suddenly raised her hand and struck her own crown with her palm.

Thud!

Wang Xiue's body collapsed, falling into Wang Tianlong's arms.

Blood gushed from the top of her head, trickling down her cheeks and staining Wang Tianlong's clothes red.

Wang Tianlong was stunned.

He looked down at Wang Xiue in his arms, watching her eyes slowly close and seeing a trace of a smile on her lips.

"Xiue? Xiue!"

"No..."

Heart-wrenching wails echoed at the entrance of the Wang Family residence.

Wang Tianlong held Wang Xiue's body, crying until his whole body shook, like a child who had lost the entire world.

Gongyang Shou stood to the side, the playful look on his face completely gone.

He sighed and turned his head away.

In some matters, once a wrong step is taken, there is no turning back.

If Wang Xiue didn't die, she would likely bring ruin to the Wang Family.

Now...

She had ended her own life, settling the score.

The elders of the Chen family knelt on the ground, their faces pale, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Ye Chen stood where he was, watching Wang Tianlong weep while holding Wang Xiue's body, remaining silent for a long time.

He slowly lowered the long sword in his hand, and the faint golden light on the blade gradually dissipated.

"Wang Tianlong."

Wang Tianlong raised his head, his face covered in tears and his eyes bloodshot.

Ye Chen looked at Wang Tianlong and asked, "Wang Tianlong, do you hate me?"

With blurry, tear-filled eyes, Wang Tianlong shook his head.

"All of this..."

"Is her own doing."

Ye Chen stared into his eyes and asked word for word, "Is that from the bottom of your heart?"

Wang Tianlong nodded heavily.

"I should have gone to the Kunlun Ruins back then to personally persuade her."

"If I had gone, even if I had to tie her up and bring her back, things wouldn't have spiraled into such a disaster."

"It's because I, as her brother... failed in my responsibility."

Ye Chen nodded.

"I am gratified that you can think this way."

"Then I shall return her life to you."

"From now on, the Wang Family must be at my beck and call."

"I do not like double-dealers, do you understand?"

Wang Tianlong snapped his head up, his face full of bewilderment: "Wha... what do you mean?"

Ye Chen spoke calmly: "I can save her."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place fell into a state of shock.

Shock was written all over everyone's faces.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

This was an iron law of the world; from ancient times to the present, no one had ever been able to break it.

Even legendary experts of the Golden Core Realm, or those old monsters in the Kunlun Ruins who had lived for hundreds of years, no one could snatch a dead person back from the hands of the King of Hell.

Yet Ye Chen actually said... he could save her?

Wang Tianlong was the first to snap back to his senses, immediately kowtowing three times.

"Mr. Ye! If you can save her, from this day forth, everyone in my Wang Family will give their all, serving you until our dying breath!"

Ye Chen looked down at him and spoke expressionlessly.

"I don't like empty promises; I only care about what you do."

"This is also a chance for you."

"If you cannot control her, then next time..."

"It won't just be her who dies, but your entire Wang Family."

Without any hesitation, Wang Tianlong kowtowed heavily a fourth time: "Rest assured! From now on, if I, Wang Tianlong, ever let her step foot outside the Wang Family again, I will bring you my own head!"

Ye Chen said no more, stepped over to Wang Xiue's side, and crouched down.

He pulled a needle pouch from his waist and unrolled it.

Over a dozen Silver Needles glinted coldly in the sunlight.

He took a deep breath and pinched a silver needle with his right hand.

The true qi within his body surged wildly, pouring along his meridians to his fingertips, and then into the silver needle.

Then.

He struck!

This needle was the first needle of the Thirteen Needles of Gods and Ghosts!

What Ye Chen intended to do was perform the ninth needle, thereby achieving the feat of defying heaven to change fate!

Ye Chen's right hand descended, and the silver needle pierced into the Baihui point on the top of Wang Xiue's head.

The moment the needle tip entered her body, a powerful surge of true qi flowed from the needle into Wang Xiue's body, spreading along her meridians to her limbs and bones.

Ye Chen did not stop.

The second needle pierced the Ancestral Aperture between her eyebrows.

The third needle pierced the Shanzhong point.

The fourth needle, the fifth, the sixth...

One needle after another, fast as lightning and precise as a machine.

Every needle insertion was accompanied by an infusion of true qi.

Wang Xiue's body began to tremble slightly, and a faint golden light could be seen flowing beneath her pale skin.

Everyone held their breath, waiting in silence...

Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.

The moment the ninth silver needle descended and pierced the Yongquan point on the sole of Wang Xiue's foot—

Buzz—

An invisible wave erupted from within Wang Xiue's body, like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, ripples spreading out in all directions.

Wang Xiue's body suddenly arched like a fully drawn bow, then fell heavily back into Wang Tianlong's arms.

A trace of color gradually appeared on her pale face.

Her chest began to rise and fall.

Her breathing had returned.

Her heart began to beat once more.

Wang Tianlong was completely dumbfounded; he looked down at Wang Xiue in his arms, his lips trembling, unable to say a single word.

Wang Xiue's eyelashes fluttered.

A few more moments passed.

She slowly opened her eyes.

In those eyes, there was first blankness, then confusion, and finally...

They landed on Wang Tianlong's tear-stained face.

"Brother..."

Wang Tianlong's tears could no longer be held back; he held Wang Xiue and wailed loudly, "Xiue! You're alive! You're really alive!"

Wang Xiue was stunned for a moment, then she remembered something, and her expression gradually changed.

She raised her hands, looked at them, then looked down at her body.

"I... wasn't I dead?"

Ye Chen stood up, returning the Silver Needles to the pouch one by one, and said calmly, "I saved you."

Wang Xiue raised her head and looked at Ye Chen, her eyes full of complex emotions.

Ye Chen did not look at her but continued.

"I snatched your life back from the hands of the King of Hell."

"But the price is..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wang Xiue, "Your Wang Family will henceforth become my servants. Do you have any objections? Or do you still wish to seek revenge?"