Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1350 - 865: Deadly Poison

He was unaware that behind the small Tian Nan Sect, there was such a colossal entity like the Wandao Immortal Alliance secretly supporting it.

So, Du Yicui is also just a pawn in the hands of the Wandao Immortal Alliance.

No wonder, three years ago, in Chaotic Netherworld Valley, the Ghost King’s Heart within him was crushed to pieces by a strike from Baili An, and the 300,000 ghoul army went mad and out of control.

In a moment of crisis, driven by a strong desire to survive, Ying Xiu didn’t seek self-preservation; instead, he decisively chose self-immolation with Yin Thunder, cutting off his breath. In essence, he was not a human being; his body wasn’t of ordinary flesh and blood. Self-immolation with Yin Thunder nearly extinguished his vitality.

The ghouls naturally couldn’t sense the breath of living things on him; they trampled over him, allowing Ying Xiu to survive unnoticed beneath the mud.

Even Baili Yu, who had departed, didn’t realize that the instigator of the ghoul disaster was still alive.

Although Ying Xiu survived the ghoul army’s feast, his vitality was nearly severed, lingering on the brink of death in Chaotic Netherworld Valley.

Like a snared insect, without the strength to struggle for survival, he could only watch helplessly as his scorched skin ulcerated, peeled, and decayed.

In that cold mud, Ying Xiu’s mind was clear, but his body was completely immobile; there was no greater torment.

Until later, unable to withstand the cruel wait for death in solitude, Ying Xiu chose to drown in the wet mud, and Du Yicui appeared.

A mere woman at the Kaiyuan realm, appearing in Chaotic Netherworld Valley, safely took such a dying person like him out of the valley.

She placed him in a remote area near Central Netherworld, using precious medicinal herbs of immeasurable value to sustain his life day and night.

Wandao Immortal Alliance is renowned globally for its ’generosity.’

Though every day, bowl after bowl of scalding, unknown bitter medicine was poured into his stomach with little observable effect, Ying Xiu had become someone devoid of heart.

Despite the empty chest, without a heartbeat, he continued to linger like a living person for three years.

Du Yicui said the medicine was keeping him alive.

It was indeed true.

Ying Xiu thought that, on that day, when he buried his head deep in wet mud, choosing a disgraceful death with gallant sacrifice, he was no longer afraid of death.

But until now, staring at the bowl of gradually cooling medicine, Ying Xiu realized he had overestimated himself.

He feared death.

He was terribly afraid. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He wanted to live.

Even if he didn’t want to see any light.

Even if he didn’t have the courage to leave this room.

Ying Xiu tried his best to escape this world in his own way, yet he...

Couldn’t bring himself to die.

Couldn’t leave this world.

Under Du Yicui’s cold gaze, Ying Xiu’s emotions, dead like ashes, suddenly surged.

He couldn’t help but raise his head to observe her, catching the deep impatience and disgust in her eyes she couldn’t be bothered to hide.

It was as if she truly considered that if Ying Xiu gave up on drinking the medicine and died here, it would be a relief to her.

Ying Xiu suddenly realized.

The only lifeline for three years had reached the point of shaky instability.

Ying Xiu felt ashamed of the fear and anxiety he nurtured.

He felt disgusted at having to rely on such a woman.

Suddenly realizing it, the medicine he had been too lazy to glance at in three years was essentially crucial; he could no longer maintain his usual demeanor of indifference, hoping to die sooner and transcend.

Because he realized, even a woman like Du Yicui wasn’t afraid of him seeking death.

In this secluded little room, Ying Xiu was oblivious to worldly affairs, unaware of what had transpired in the outside world over three years.

But he could see that a woman like Du Yicui, who was profit-driven, cared for him in such a place for three years.

Unwavering, she must have some need for him.

But today, her attitude subtly changed, vastly different from the usual; she seemed to encourage him to give up on life actively.

Ying Xiu suddenly realized his life seemed unimportant to her.

If he continued behaving arrogantly, perhaps this woman would truly leave him unheeded.

Ying Xiu desperately wanted to escape this world, but that didn’t mean he wanted to remain alone to decay forever in this cramped darkness.

Set aside the last bit of his pathetic self-esteem.

Driven by fear and anxiety, Ying Xiu silently lifted the bowl of medicine and drank it, gulp by gulp.

With no lips, the liquid dripped down his chin, soaking the gauze on his face, appearing increasingly wretched.

Du Yicui’s raised eyebrow slowly relaxed, seeing the Crown Prince inferior to a beggar finally obey; she wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved.

She took the empty bowl, glanced at the filthy mess on the bed with an unusually serious tone:

"Since Your Highness wants to live, you might as well live with dignity; I’ve prepared the chamber pot and washstand for you. There will be no outsiders to disturb here, nor will anyone harm you.

I beseech you to leave the bed next time you relieve yourself; I’m growing, and it’s not as convenient as before to clean up. Even if you don’t like me, please consider the child and be more considerate."