58: Chapter 58 It seems you've been looking for me!

The coffin lid was jolted open even further, revealing a larger gap.

Thick, blue-white cold air flowed out like a physical substance.

Inside the coffin wreathed in frost, right at the young girl's chest, a strange stone the size of a baby's fist that emitted an eternal, ghostly light clearly entered the Poison Mistress's sight!

"The... ice soul stone?!"

The Poison Mistress's breathing suddenly stopped, and her pupils instantly contracted to the size of needle tips.

Languor, vigilance, and all other emotions were replaced by a pure ecstasy that almost burned through her reason.

Her body trembled slightly from extreme excitement, and a sickly flush surged onto her cheeks.

A legendary treasure of heaven and earth!

A priceless treasure capable of preserving a corpse for a thousand years without decay, containing the endless cold ice Origin!

It was right before her eyes! Within her grasp!

She no longer cared to check anything else; like a moth to a flame, she rushed to the front of the crystal coffin in a few steps.

Her greedy gaze lingered on the ice soul stone, as if she wanted to suck every inch of its light into her eyes.

After the ecstasy passed, she noticed Qiu Shuzhen and her mother slumped not far away, like two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The corners of the Poison Mistress's mouth slowly curled up.

She revealed a smile that was a mixture of cruelty, triumph, and infinite superiority.

Stepping over the gravel on the ground, she walked toward Qiu Shuzhen with a swaying, graceful gait.

She looked down from a height at this wretched, stunningly beautiful girl, whose face was currently deathly pale and whose left arm wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

The Poison Mistress squatted down and reached out a slender jade finger coated in red nail polish.

With a spine-chilling intimacy, she gently stroked Qiu Shuzhen's cheek, which was covered in dust and cold sweat.

The icy touch of the fingertip made Qiu Shuzhen shudder violently.

"Good sister, look at your pitiful state."

The Poison Mistress's voice was sickeningly sweet, yet every word was laced with poison.

"Big sister's heart really aches for you. Instead of taking the perfectly good path to survival, you brought this half-dead old hag and insisted on crawling into this dead person's tomb..."

She paused deliberately, her finger sliding to Qiu Shuzhen's injured left arm.

At the edge of the wound caused by the Poison Moth Blade, she scraped lightly with her fingernail.

"Hiss..."

Qiu Shuzhen gasped in pain.

Her body shrank back suddenly, her eyes filled with humiliation, fear, and hatred.

The Poison Mistress, however, broke into a giggle.

The laughter echoed in the empty burial chamber, sounding exceptionally piercing.

"What? Are you still thinking about the treasure in this coffin, wanting to use it to save your mother's half-gone life?"

She glanced at the crystal coffin, the greed in her eyes intensifying, before turning back to Qiu Shuzhen's face with endless mockery.

"Or... do you think that by hiding here, you'll be able to survive?"

She leaned in even closer.

Almost pressed against Qiu Shuzhen's ear, she exhaled like an orchid, yet her words were as cold as a knife.

"What a pity. That evil star was lured away by an even fiercer monster; he can't save your little life now!

Now... your little life, and this priceless treasure, both belong to me, your big sister."

Killing intent was laid bare in the Poison Mistress's eyes.

That bit of playfulness and mockery was instantly replaced by naked greed and cruelty.

She slowly raised her right hand.

Her five fingers spread open.

Wisps of visible, ghostly blue mist with a sweet, metallic scent swirled around her fingertips.

It was precisely the Heart-Rotting Bone-Eroding Poison Qi that she was famous for!

She intended to turn this meddlesome little beauty, along with the old hag on her back, into a pool of pus and blood.

And then, enjoy the ice soul stone all to herself!

"In your next life, remember to be a bit smarter and don't run toward a dead end!"

The smile on the Poison Mistress's face became incredibly hideous.

Her palm, condensed with deadly poison, struck down ruthlessly toward Qiu Shuzhen's crown with a sharp whistling sound.

Qiu Shuzhen closed her eyes in despair, tightly shielding her mother's cold body in her arms, waiting for death to arrive.

However.

That fatal palm strike did not fall.

An aura far colder and more tyrannical than the depths of the tomb!

A terrifying aura that seemed to come from the Nine Serenities of Hell, capable of freezing the Soul, descended without warning like a physical weight!

In an instant, it filled the entire main burial chamber, locking onto the Poison Mistress firmly!

This aura was so familiar!

It carried the embers of sulfur and blood, along with the scorching, violent power she had just experienced!

It did not come from the depths of the tomb passage, but... right behind her!

The hideous grin on the Poison Mistress's face froze instantly, turning into boundless horror!

The blood in her entire body seemed to freeze at this moment!

Her palm, which had condensed poison Qi, stopped in mid-air as if sealed by invisible, ten-thousand-year-old profound ice; even the poison mist swirling around her fingertips seemed to solidify.

The hairs on her body stood on end, and every cell was screaming in the face of death.

Like a rusted machine, she turned her neck inch by inch, incredibly stiffly and slowly, trying to look behind her.

A tall, silent figure, looking as if he had walked out of the lava of Hell.

At some point, he had stood three feet behind her like a ghost.

The shadows beneath his long hair were as deep as an abyss, revealing only a tightly pressed lip line as cold and hard as if carved by a knife or axe, and a slightly tensed jaw like a Vicious Beast ready to strike.

Those eyes...

Beneath the long hair, a pair of eyes like lava-filled abysses were staring at her coldly.

That gaze seemed to pierce through her skin, looking directly at her filthy Soul.

Following that was a low, raspy voice, like the sound of two pieces of red-hot pig iron being quenched and rubbed together in ice water.

Every word carried a volcano-like pressure suppressed to the extreme, crashing heavily upon her mind.

"It seems you were looking for me?"

The Poison Mistress was as stiff as an ice sculpture!

The cold Evil Qi behind her, which seemed to blow from the Nine Serenities of Hell, mixed with the smell of sulfur and bloody embers, pinned her firmly in place.

That low, raspy voice, like red-hot iron being quenched in ice water.

Every word was like a heavy hammer smashing against her fragile eardrums, shaking her Divine Soul to the point of splitting.

Fear!!!

A pure fear originating from life's instinct instantly froze her blood.

She could even hear the faint clicking sound of her cervical vertebrae due to the forced turning.

Every joint felt as if it were filled with lead, too stiff to move.

However, the instinct for survival made her struggle, trying to see the true face of the terrifying existence behind her.

Just at the moment her head was about to turn but hadn't quite yet.

A large, rough hand, as hot as a branding iron and covered in calluses and knotted veins, arrogantly clamped onto the back of her head!

The five fingers were like iron pincers, closing ruthlessly!

An overwhelming, utterly irresistible force surged through!

"Crack!"

A slight sound of bone fracturing rang out!

The Poison Mistress's meticulously styled hair bun instantly fell into disarray; the sharp pain made her vision go dark and her consciousness go blank.

The power of that hand was so overbearing!

It not only choked off her movement to turn her head but also, like pinching a chick, forcibly straightened her line of sight.

It forced her terrified, dilated pupils to fixate on the face of Qiu Shuzhen, who was close at hand and pale with fear.

Immediately after!

Puchi!!!

A dull thud that made one's scalp tingle, like a ripe watermelon being instantly smashed to pieces.

The Poison Mistress only felt an unspeakable, sharp pain explode from her chest.

She looked down in utter horror and saw an arm covered in dark red bloodstains and muscles knotted like a Dragon, piercing through her full chest.

That giant hand's fingers were slightly spread, and within the palm was, shockingly, a heart that was still slightly throbbing, emitting wisps of heat and stained with thick, sticky blood.

Her heart!