It was as if a high-yield bomb had detonated inside the bar.

A terrifying cloud of smoke erupted.

A roar like a dragon’s cry split the heavens and shook the earth.

Lightning tore through the darkness, illuminating every shadow, casting Chen Yanyu’s petite face in an eerie, adorable pallor.

In that moment—she was the storm.

All around the street, bar patrons fled in panic. The very ground beneath their feet felt like it was trembling. Many tripped and fell, screaming.

People looked up.

From one of the high walls of the bar, a fountain-like eruption of dazzling lightning shot toward the dark autumn sky, toward the pale, hazy moon—rising with unmatched momentum.

Like a meteor soaring in reverse from the mortal world to the heavens, divine and blinding, too radiant for mortal eyes to bear.

    “Is that part of a movie or something?”
    “It’s a battle between transcendents, idiot!”
    “Call the cops, quick! Get the police over here!”
    “Wait… did someone save us?”
    “I couldn’t even see that guy’s face…”

The survivors ran in confusion and fear, voices trembling as they tried to process what just happened. Talking helped keep the terror at bay.

    【Ding. Host prevented a tragic disaster. Gained +5000 Saint Value. Pill Store is now unlocked.】
    【Ding. Host blocked Mudan from advancing to Foundation Establishment. Gained +2000 Fate Reversal Points.】

As expected of the Fate Reversal System—it finds a way to profit, even in sabotage.

Wait, what’s in the pill store anyway?

Luo Qingchuan didn’t have time to be happy.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was covered in mangled wounds from the explosion.

His vision blurred.

But through the haze, he could still make out the thick, divine lightning—like a mighty dragon—blasting Mudan out of the air.

Dragon Clan Thunder Art.
Its pressure dominated all living beings. Its destruction knew no bounds.

A deafening rumble followed.

The upper wall of the bar now had a massive hole blasted through it.

Dust, rebar, and chunks of shattered concrete rained down.

The chaos faded, and the stillness of night returned.

A sky full of stars shimmered like lanterns—gentle as a lover’s gaze.

The autumn wind picked up, sweeping the haze away.

Moonlight poured in through the broken wall, its clarity cutting through the gloom, casting soft silver onto Luo Qingchuan’s blood-soaked body.

He looked like a man made of blood.

And yet Luo Qingchuan felt like he’d come out ahead. Saint Value aside, just the Fate Reversal Points were more than enough for him to complete his Foundation Establishment tonight.

If he’d followed his original trash-tier cultivation path, it would’ve taken him over ten years to reach this point.

His face caked in blood, Luo Qingchuan couldn’t help but smile—quietly, like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present.

Was this… a literal "bloody profit"?

“Luo Qingchuan!”

Through blood-rimmed eyes, he saw a silver-haired girl rushing toward him.

Chen Yanyu was crying.

Really crying—eyes brimming with tears.

“Are you okay?! Don’t die on me, please—don’t die…”

Seriously—just a second ago she was a god-tier force of nature, and now she’d turned into a weepy little girl.

Not majestic at all anymore.

Luo Qingchuan wanted to pat her head, but his bloodied hand froze midair—skin torn and muscles shredded.

She looked… really beautiful.

The ethereal white light around her was like a bridal veil, delicate and pure, draped over her fragile frame.

Like a goddess beside water. Like a second moon on an autumn night.

You couldn’t bear to stain her.

Chen Yanyu knelt before his broken body, trembling, helpless, eyes red and shaking.

“Luo Qingchuan… don’t die. Please…”

Her lips had gone pale—almost bloodless.

And this was her first day in the mortal world… What a messed-up experience. Luo Qingchuan felt genuinely sorry.

He gave her a weak smile and whispered:

“I’ll be fine. Just let me rest for a bit. Chen guniang, can I ask you a favor?”

Chen Yanyu bit her lip hard.

“Y-You can ask… No—don’t talk! I’ll take you to a hospital. Or back to the hotel. I’ve got spirit pills my dad gave me in my suitcase—you’ll be okay!”

“No.”

Luo Qingchuan shook his head and looked toward the giant hole in the wall, his bloodstained eyes sharpening.

“He’s not dead yet.”

“Huh?”

The Saint System hadn’t announced any message like 【Evil Vanquished】.

Even if Luo Qingchuan didn’t land the final blow, there should have at least been a “Assist Kill” notification.

But nothing came.

Luo Qingchuan rasped:

“Chen guniang… Mudan escaped. He’s seriously wounded. He’ll definitely try to devour innocents to recover. Please—you have to stop him.”

That guy was the type to hold a grudge forever. Letting him go would be like leaving a ticking time bomb behind. Luo Qingchuan didn’t want anyone lurking in the shadows, waiting to take him down later.

Chen Yanyu froze.

Her golden eyes filled with mist.

Her voice was faint—almost ghostly.

“Then… what about you?”

She stared at him, dazed, and asked softly.

She’d once doubted him—thought he was a demonic cultivator. She’d been confused by him.

Even tonight, she hadn’t fully trusted his claim that “someone else was behind it.” She came along more because of curiosity and those subtle, budding feelings.

But now…

Now there was a strange, indescribable sorrow welling up inside her.

Luo Qingchuan was just… too good. So good it made her heart ache.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said with a faint smile, looking nothing like someone on the verge of death.
“Go stop him, Chen guniang.”

“But I can’t…”

“I don’t want anyone to die. Not after I’ve already paid this high a price.”

Luo Qingchuan gave a bitter smile.

“If I gave everything I had and people still die tonight because of Mudan, then what was the point of me getting hurt at all?”

He meant it. These weren’t just empty words.

Luo Qingchuan’s thinking was simple—I’m already this messed up. If people still die, then what the hell was the point?

Might as well have done nothing from the start.

He didn’t want it to all be for nothing.

“Please.”

“…I understand. I’ll go.”

Chen Yanyu wiped away the torrent of tears. She stood, blood staining her fair legs.

She avoided looking back at him—and with a blur, floated into the air.

Electric arcs danced in her stardust-like silver hair, and two small, jade-like dragon horns sprouted from her head.

She shot out through the wall, chasing Mudan’s trail.

“Resting for a bit and you’ll be fine”… that’s a lie, isn’t it? That’s what dying characters always say in dramas...

Luo Qingchuan, you know people who say that always end up in body bags, right…?

Her vision blurred with tears.

Her heart was heavy and aching. Her chest, covered by a soft white knit, rose and fell in panic.

I just need to find that bastard quickly… and then, then I’ll go back and save him!

Chen Yanyu clenched her delicate fists. Blue veins stood out under her snowy skin. Her hair flew wildly as her graceful figure moved through the air like a dream.

“We still haven’t watched that movie together.”

She bit her lip tightly and whispered into the wind.
… …

The Blood Demon God Refining Technique wasn’t flashy—it had few moves. So during the fight, Mudan mostly relied on brute punches.

He had high health and defense, and could even regenerate flesh.

Back in the bar, Luo Qingchuan sat slumped against the floor, muttering:

“Fate Reversal System, convert 4000 points into experience for the Calamity and Chaos Immortal Sutra.”

A dark, terrifying flame erupted from his body—pitch black, twisting and jumping like it had a mind of its own.

Chaotic. Twisted. Like a fire of eternal disaster.

He sat cross-legged, spiritual energy surging through his meridians—refined, pure.

Like a black phoenix, reborn from the flames.

His cultivation level rose to Foundation Establishment, Stage 2.

Seconds later, Luo Qingchuan opened his tired, wide eyes.

His torn flesh ached horribly, like nails had been hammered into every inch of his body.

His power had jumped massively, but he was still heavily injured and spiritually drained. He couldn’t stand.

He opened the Pill Store and glanced through it.

    【Snow Ginseng Pill – Grade 2: Crafted by the Heavenly Dao. Perfect quality. Rapidly heals wounds. Cost: 200 points.】

He bit into the pill. A warm current rushed into his belly, and his wounds visibly began healing.

“Can’t stay here. The chaos was too big—police and the ‘Quexie’ will be here soon.”

Luo Qingchuan staggered to his feet, suppressing the ominous black flames around him—not very gracefully.

He needed to find Chen Yanyu fast, and hide with her.

There was too much blood. He had to wash up—fast. Or someone would notice…

If the Quexie locked onto him, he’d be imprisoned as a demonic cultivator.

Luo Qingchuan swore—he was not spending the rest of his life in some steel cage with no sunlight.

Especially with that terrifying woman at Exorcist HQ…

Her body and appearance were forever frozen in the form of a petite young girl.

Crimson Moon Fairy, Lu Chuning.

Absolutely unbeatable. Even at Foundation Establishment, he didn’t stand a chance.

Luo Qingchuan thought of that private villa on the outskirts of the city—close to the secluded Qinggang Bar.

Perfect for hiding with Chen Yanyu.

(Second update of the day – end of chapter)