Chapter Sixty-Six: The Death of Biyou

As Zhang Xiaofan was being forced by the righteous sects, Biyao arrived. Her eyes were slightly red, clearly heartbroken for his sake. She paid no heed to anyone else, turning around to grasp Zhang Xiaofan’s hand, her voice urgent, “Xiaofan, come with me. These people, with beasts’ hearts behind human faces, all want to harm you!”

The audience before the livestream was stirred with excitement—this was their Biyao, dressed in her water-green attire, golden bells chiming softly with each step, and that simple yet lively Heartbreak Flower at her fingertips, setting off her ethereal grace and soul-stirring beauty.

At this moment, Biyao gripped Zhang Xiaofan’s hand tightly, standing by his side and whispering, “Xiaofan, don’t be afraid. Even if it means death, I will stay with you!”

When the righteous sects surrounded those two young souls, Biyao’s words moved the audience to tears.

When Biyao shouted again in fury, “Leave him to be killed by you? You’ll have to kill me first!” the hearts of her devoted fans melted completely.

Endless hardships had shaped Biyao: stubborn yet soft-hearted, brave in love and hate, strong on the outside but gentle within, lively, open-hearted, kind and good, all intertwining to make her a figure full of contradiction and depth, as vivid and real as could be.

By this moment, Biyao’s performance atop Qingyun had wholly captured the hearts of her fans.

Who could refuse such a woman? Who could bear to leave her behind?

But then—

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—”

The scream shook all directions, heaven and earth changed color, yet the Immortal Execution Sword remained merciless, as if its purpose was to annihilate gods and buddhas alike. It came down relentlessly upon him, and Zhang Xiaofan seemed doomed to die beneath the blade, his body to be shattered.

Suddenly, the world fell silent. Even the earth-shaking might of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation seemed to pause in that instant…

That once-familiar, gentle, and pale hand appeared at Zhang Xiaofan’s side. With the faint, clear sound of bells, she pushed him aside.

As if a voice had slumbered for millennia, it softly rose at this moment, chanting for the one she loved:

“Spirits of the Nine Netherworlds, gods and devils above, with my blood and body, I offer this sacrifice…”

She stood in the raging wind, her eyes tinged red as she gazed at Zhang Xiaofan, a faint smile on her pale face.

The wind lifted her water-green robe, whipping it wildly—like the most sorrowful scene in the world.

That woman in the wind, arms spread wide, faced the rain of swords, toward the great blade that seized the power of heaven and earth.

“Three lifetimes and seven worlds, I willingly fall into the abyss—only for love, unrepentant even in death…”

The raging wind suddenly shifted, becoming a massive vortex swirling around Biyao. That graceful, beautiful figure was lifted skyward by the storm, rising to meet the rainbow-hued sword.

In that instant, she was the only radiance between heaven and earth!

Countless crimson mists erupted from her body, coalescing before her into a translucent, ruby-like wall of blood. At the same time, nine faint wisps of smoke drifted from her pale face, merging into the blood wall.

The wall of blood boiled instantly, burning with the feverish fire of passion and despair, erupting into an incomparable brilliance that soared defiantly to the heavens!

It collided with the main sword of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation in a thunderous crash!

The brilliance was so dazzling that no one could keep their eyes open.

An indescribable roar shook the skies, the unstoppable Immortal Execution Sword was flung backward, the rain of blades thrown into chaos. At Tongtian Peak, the mountain trembled violently, rocks flew, and countless deep cracks split the earth as if doomsday had come.

Faintly, a slender, sorrowful figure drifted down from the sky.

…

The audience was stunned. Whatever Su Tong said afterward, they could no longer hear.

“In the silent stone chamber, faint sobs could be heard, a choked whisper: ‘Why were you so foolish… I haven’t yet told you, the one I saw in that ancient well was you…’”

The fans sat dazed, finding it hard to believe.

Their Biyao—dead?

For the one she loved, Zhang Xiaofan, she recited the Passionate Incantation, transformed all her life’s blood into a deadly curse to block the Immortal Execution Sword Formation for him, while she herself perished, her soul scattered, never to be reborn?

“That’s all for tonight’s stream. I wish you all a wonderful—no, forget it. Goodbye everyone, see you next time.” Even Su Tong’s mood was heavy; he loved “Immortal Execution,” loved Biyao, and had poured all his feelings into tonight’s tale.

Until the stream closed, Su Tong never saw any viewers sending messages; he knew then things had gone terribly wrong, but there was no turning back.

At that moment, before millions of screens, after a long silence—

“Nian Nujiao, you bastard, you scoundrel, give me back my Biyao, wuwu…”

“Damn you, Nian Nujiao, you killed my Biyao, ah ah ah…”

“Curse you, Nian Nujiao, I will never forgive you, wuwu, how could you let my Biyao die? Such a wonderful girl, one of a kind, never to be found again, wuwu…”

“Wuwu, Nian Nujiao, I’m going to kill you…”

“Wuwu, my Biyao…”

…

Su Tong had left, but the chat room remained. Countless fans rioted, directing all their anger at him as if he were their mortal enemy.

A dozen moderators still hadn't recovered from their grief, watching as the audience stormed the platform, but none cared to intervene. Serves you right, dead Su Tong—this is the path of defying all, making an enemy of the world.

Biyao’s popularity in “Immortal Execution” was unmatched—even Lu Xueqi couldn’t compare, and yet…

Some wept uncontrollably, their love for Biyao ingrained in their hearts. Her life had been so tragic, and yet she could not be with the one she loved, never finding peace.

At this moment, everything from Biyao’s life flashed before everyone’s eyes.

She was indifferent, unmoved by the pursuits of the Demon Sect’s men.

She was passionate, willing to follow her beloved to the ends of the earth, even to be shattered for his sake.

She was lively, her smile always at the corners of her lips, forever as carefree as a child.

She was humble; before the one she loved, she yielded again and again.

She was willful; her fierce ways often left Zhang Xiaofan aggrieved, never acting according to rules.

She was gentle; even when standing on opposing sides, she worried for him.

She was clever; as the only daughter of the Ghost King, she was knowledgeable, quick-witted.

She was foolish; for love, she gave up everything, even her future lives.

She was strong, always hiding her pain behind a smile, persevering through hardship.

She was vulnerable; when tears held back for years finally broke free, she collapsed, tear-stained, in Zhang Xiaofan’s arms.

She was kind; all her suffering and sorrow were hidden deep inside, so no one would feel sorry for her.

She was proud; to hold such a beautiful, kind, pure girl in one’s hands—anyone would feel fortunate.

What kind of person suffers most? Is it one who cries out to the heavens, or one who silently scorns everything?

Perhaps it’s the one who faces despair with a smile.

That is Biyao—always smiling, always playful. Outsiders saw only her beauty, her smile, her strength, the blood-soaked memories, the scars she bore, always left for herself to wipe away and heal.

She was kind, bearing all the pain of her childhood alone, taking all the blame upon herself.

She held no grudges; though the righteous and demonic were opposed, even after a life-and-death struggle with Zhang Xiaofan, at the brink of death she would still risk her life to save a righteous stranger.

She was persistent; outside the Blood-drop Cave, when Zhang Xiaofan had already lost hope, she was still seeking a way out.

She was brave and strong, shouldering years of suffering and guilt. She believed her father hated her, even wanted her dead, yet still faced everything with a smile. Alone, weeping before the Saintess of the Nether and the King of Calamity, which was the real her—the tears in secret, or the smile in public?

She was optimistic; no matter how dire the situation, no matter the life-and-death trials, she never gave up, always seeking hope in desperate times.

She was cheerful; her laughter, like silver bells, bright and warm as sunlight.

She was bold yet careful; when retrieving the Bell of Joy, she never hesitated, yet never overlooked the traps.

She was confident; as the Ghost King’s sole daughter, she did not hide behind her father but braved the martial world from a young age, earning her unique experience.

She was mischievous; with her around, there was never a dull moment, always laughter and color.

She was tough but soft-hearted; her harsh exterior hid much, but her constant concessions revealed her warmth.

She was lively and adorable—a delicate, leaping golden bell, a shining white Heartbreak Flower, the merry chime at her waist, the pure blossom at her fingertips, and those lively, clear eyes—all made her a figure to be cherished.

Her smile was her signature—her ever-present water-green dress, her indelible, radiant smile.

She spoke harshly but felt deeply; domineering to one’s face, yet crying in pain as she watched Zhang Xiaofan’s silhouette disappear by the firelight—all because she loved him.

She dared to pursue; venturing alone into Qingyun’s territory, all just to see her beloved.

She spoke her heart; “Zhang Xiaofan, you wretch, you won’t even look at me?”—so untimely, yet so heartbroken, all because she loved him.

She was sentimental; with only an umbrella, she braved wind and rain to bring warmth on a cold, stormy night.

She was gentle as water; her tender gaze, her caring words, quietly nestling by his side, showing a different kind of beauty.

She was mad with love; in her heart, that one man was all that mattered. As swords rained from the sky, she used her life, her soul, her very fate to shield him with a patch of clear sky.

She loved with all her heart; from childhood, countless people courted her, wished to die by her side, but the only one that mattered was that ordinary, foolish boy. For him, she was willing to fall into the underworld for eternity.