555: The conspiracy behind the fate of the overlord

His strength had long since reached the Half-step Foundation Establishment Realm, but this fellow enjoyed playing games in the mortal world, mocking all living beings, believing that with an immortal body, no one in the world could be his opponent.

Therefore, he slackened off in his Cultivation.

It wasn't until later, when the two chess pieces, Feng Yun, went beyond his control, and he was injured, losing the Phoenix Blood inside his body, that he realized he would still die if the Phoenix Blood continued to be depleted.

That's why he invited the Six Great Masters and the Seven Divine Weapons to Slay the Dragon, using the Dragon Essence to reach true immortality and allowing his cultivation to Break through to a new height.

He never expected to ultimately suffer the consequences; the Dragon Essence and Phoenix Blood were incompatible. He even had to Cultivate the Five Thunders Transforming Extremity Hand to dissolve the Phoenix Blood in his body before consuming the Dragon Essence.

Unfortunately, he was exposed by Duan Lang and killed outright.

How ridiculous that a generation's hero died in the hands of Duan Lang.

"Interesting. He still has the mood to tell others' fortunes. Hasn't he ever calculated when he himself will die?" Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Your Highness, what do you mean? That old man is so ugly, his face is covered in sores. What happened to him?" Ruan Xingzhu frowned as she looked at Clay Buddha.

"Nothing much. He simply revealed too many Heavenly Secrets, resulting in backlash from the Heavenly Dao."

"Ignore him. Let's go to the Lake Heart Bamboo House and see if Tyrant's only precious daughter is as beautiful as the rumors say." Duan Zhengchun revealed a mischievous smile.

"Oh dear, Your Highness, your expression is a bit improper. You wouldn't be planning to make a move on Tyrant's daughter, would you?" Ruan Xingzhu looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise.

"Just to take a look. If she doesn't wish it, this Prince won't force her."

"This Prince loves beautiful women. The reason I came is that I don't want such a beauty to die unjustly."

"Wouldn't that be a shame?" Duan Zhengchun shrugged.

Ruan Xingzhu looked at Duan Zhengchun with a strange expression. Can flirtatiousness really be spoken of so righteously?

It seemed to make some sense, yet she felt something was wrong, but couldn't pinpoint what.

"Your Highness, why do I feel..."

"Oh, stop feeling things. Let's go and see Tyrant's precious daughter." Duan Zhengchun said, pulling Ruan Xingzhu away until they vanished.

When they reappeared, they were already at the Lake Heart Bamboo House. This place was a Forbidden Ground within the World Society, and no one dared to trespass without Tyrant's permission.

Usually, only Wen Chou Chou came to bring You Ruo food. Today was You Ruo's eighteenth birthday, and she had lived in this Lake Heart Bamboo House for eighteen years, never having stepped outside.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but there was simply no way to leave. It was surrounded by water, and everyone who came had to take a boat.

Even a Great Grandmaster would find it difficult to step through the air to reach this place; only those in the Heavenly Human Realm could Fly through the Air over a greater distance to arrive here.

However, who would come to this inconspicuous Lake Heart Bamboo House if they didn't know the situation here?

No one in the Jianghu knew that Tyrant had a daughter living in this Lake Heart Bamboo House.

Very few people knew that Tyrant also had a son twenty years ago. Unfortunately, their philosophies clashed, and the son, unable to tolerate Tyrant's ruthlessness and unscrupulous methods, chose to leave.

Tyrant carved words onto the son's face, ensuring he could never escape the identity of Tyrant's son for the rest of his life.

That person is the famous God of Capture in the Jianghu, who now possesses the strength of the Grandmaster Realm.

Unfortunately, he was indirectly killed by the arrogant and overconfident Tyrant.

At the Lake Heart Bamboo House, You Ruo sat alone on the veranda, looking at the water outside, her eyes filled with disappointment and revealing a yearning and longing for the outside world.

She didn't know when she could leave this place. Her father had said that she could leave when she turned eighteen.

Today was the last day, and also her eighteenth birthday.

She wondered if her father would keep his promise from back then.

"I really want to see the outside world. It's so boring here. There's no one around. All day long, besides Practicing Martial Arts, I just paint to pass the time." You Ruo felt a little frantic.

This kind of situation would make anyone frantic.

"Wanting to go out and see the outside world isn't complicated. As long as you are willing, you can leave here anytime."

Just at that moment, a voice suddenly sounded next to You Ruo's ear.

You Ruo, who was spacing out, instantly froze. She couldn't quite believe her ears, wondering if she had stayed here too long, developed a mental problem, and was hallucinating.

"How is that possible? I must have misheard. How could Father let me leave here?" You Ruo shook her head.

"Your father won't let you leave, but this Prince can take you away, provided you agree."

When the voice appeared again, You Ruo trembled and abruptly turned to look behind her.

"Who?"

"So handsome, so beautiful."

When You Ruo saw the people behind her, her first impression was: a very handsome man and a very beautiful woman.

"So beautiful..."

When Ruan Xingzhu saw You Ruo, she couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Even Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but have his eyes light up.

You Ruo's appearance was not inferior to the woman by his side at all. Moreover, she was also a woman who dared to love and hate.

She was also very filial to Tyrant, her Cold Blood and Ruthless father, and ultimately died saving him.

However, knowing the Plot, he always felt that the situation back then was slightly off.

Given Tyrant's suspicious nature and Heart-Nature, it was absolutely impossible for him to willingly accept death in that situation.

The situation back then was very likely Tyrant's scheme, because he knew about the relationship between his daughter and Nie Feng, as well as his daughter's affection for himself.

If he encountered danger in front of her, she would certainly step forward.

With Nie Feng present, Bu Jingyun would definitely feel guilty after mistakenly killing You Ruo. Furthermore, having Nie Feng by his side would certainly stop him from continuing to kill.

Only this way could he buy time for himself to Cultivate again and once more dominate the Martial Forest.

After all, he could be so Ruthless even to his own son. What wouldn't Tyrant do to deal with Feng Yun and dominate the Martial Forest and unify the Jianghu?

He could kill his own Master, and do such things to his son, so scheming against his daughter was also normal.

After all, the relationship between his daughter and Nie Feng was also part of Tyrant's scheme.

Bu Jingyun, known as the Death God Who Doesn't Cry, would absolutely not reconcile with him after falling out. But Nie Feng was different; Nie Feng was gentle and kind-hearted.

He was also a person who valued relationships, making him much easier to win over.

You Ruo's death also strengthened Tyrant's determination to re-emerge in the Jianghu. In this way, everything seemed logical.

This led to Nie Feng entering a demonic state later on, and Bu Jingyun transforming from a guy known as the Death God Who Doesn't Cry into someone who cried easily and obsessed over romantic affairs.

People with emotions were much easier to deal with.

Unfortunately, just as Clay Buddha said, fate is predetermined; there is no need to force it. Everything is predetermined.

Despite all of Tyrant's efforts, he ultimately paved the way for Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun.

Thus, both Tyrant's son and daughter died because of him.

"Who are you people? What are you doing here?"

"Could this be a surprise from my father?" You Ruo looked at the newcomers with a face full of confusion, wondering what their identities truly were.