Wei Ruoyun’s hands trembled as she cradled Que Tang’s corpse, her heart utterly consumed by a boundless, soaring intent to kill. At that moment, a surge of spiritual energy rippled from her storage ring.
The Red Dragon egg had finally hatched! She released the newly born, still-diminutive Red Dragon and picked up her sword, pointing it at the circle of demonic cultivators surrounding her. “I, Wei Ruoyun, swear here and now: within a hundred years, I shall exterminate every last demonic cultivator.” The Red Dragon let out a thunderous roar, following her blade as she charged forward to slaughter the enemy.
That battle ended with Wei Ruoyun as the sole survivor, though she remained bedridden for an entire month. Yet, through this slaughter, she finally found her own Dao—a path forged for the sole purpose of killing. Her cultivation soared as if aided by the gods themselves.
From then on, she became the "Bloody Asura" of the cultivation world, a name that struck terror into the hearts of demonic cultivators and sent them fleeing at the mere mention of her presence. She discarded the red robes she once favored and donned the white garments Que Tang had loved. Every time she encountered demonic cultivators, she would not stop until her white robes were so saturated with blood that not a single speck of white remained visible.
She traveled alone with the Red Dragon, hunting down demonic strongholds one by one. She always finished her foes with a single thrust through the heart, mirroring the way the demonic cultivators had killed Que Tang. Then, she would string these cultivators together like human skewers, hanging them at the sites of their former strongholds as a gruesome warning to any other cultivators who dared dream of joining the demonic path.
In the wake of these annihilated strongholds, blood flowed like rivers, staining the very earth with a crimson hue that would not fade—much like the color of her own clothes.
A hundred years later, Wei Ruoyun fought her way into the heart of the demonic cultivators' main headquarters. After a bloody struggle, she pierced the heart of the Demonic Dao Venerable with her sword. Then, she pierced the right side of his chest as well, having once encountered a foe whose heart was on the opposite side. Once the execution was complete, she sank to her knees, her eyes hollow and vacant.
She summoned an ice coffin from her storage realm and opened the lid. Inside lay Que Tang, who had been dead for a century, yet her body remained perfectly preserved, looking exactly as she had a hundred years ago.
Wei Ruoyun reached out with a trembling hand to caress Que Tang’s face. “Wife... your husband has avenged you. Why won’t you wake up?” Tears fell, one by one, leaving dark, wet marks upon the frost of the ice coffin. “Senior Sister... I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been so headstrong and arrogant, charging in to kill the enemy without even notifying the other disciples, you wouldn’t have died to save me.” She leaned down, clutching Que Tang’s body as she wept.
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister...” She lifted her head, gazing at Que Tang’s peaceful, unmoving face. Biting her lip, she slowly lowered her head.
When the Great Elder hurried to the scene, she saw only Wei Ruoyun holding Que Tang’s corpse and whispering to it.
“Disciple...” In a mere hundred years, this young disciple’s cultivation had already surpassed her own. Even the Great Elder felt a flicker of fear toward this woman whom the world called the Bloody Asura.
Wei Ruoyun slowly turned her head toward the entrance. “Master...”
The Great Elder looked on in shock. Two red lines traced paths from Wei Ruoyun’s forehead, down across her eyes, and all the way to her chin. “Disciple, have you fallen into the demonic path?”
Wei Ruoyun looked at the Great Elder blankly. “I’ve fallen into the demonic path? I’ve become a demon... so I am a demonic cultivator now? No, all demonic cultivators must die. Demonic cultivators are the murderers who killed my Senior Sister... A demonic cultivator... I am a demonic cultivator... so I must kill myself.” Her eyes cleared for a brief, lucid moment as she picked up her discarded sword and plunged it forcefully into her own heart.
Blood sprayed from her chest onto Que Tang’s senseless face. Her strength failing, she collapsed atop Que Tang’s body. “Se... Senior Sister, I’m coming to find you...”
The Great Elder watched in wide-eyed horror as her most talented disciple committed suicide before her very eyes. Unable to process the shock, her spiritual energy recoiled; she suffered a sudden qi deviation and spat out a mouthful of blood.
