The woman initially felt a strange sense of goodwill towards her nominal fiancé for saving her, even though they were enemies.
She thought he might be powerless to intervene in family matters, but now it seemed things were more complex.
He wanted to climb over her family to gain power, and even wanted to possess her, even at the cost of her life, to essentially transform her into someone else.
Her fiancé's intentions were utterly malicious and heinous.
The head butler's eyes darted around silently, but he dared not act rashly. He remained calm, having witnessed countless life-and-death situations and weathered many storms, yet he was still afraid.
"I betrayed the Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix Clan, but do you think all this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't? I'll tell you everything you want to know. For the sake of our past relationship, spare my life," the head butler said, bowing slightly.
He wasn't unfamiliar with asking for favors, but he had never asked for one like this. Asking for favors wasn't shameful, but it was truly difficult.
Especially in this situation, he knew the chances of the other party agreeing were slim, and that his pleading might even hasten their killing.
But often, even knowing it's impossible, one still has to try, otherwise, there's no remorse. Besides, what if it succeeds? Even if it fails, there's no real loss.
The woman looked at him and shook her head: "Some things can be wrong, but some mistakes cannot be made. You can prepare now. Whether you live or die depends on your abilities."
The head steward's face instantly turned ashen. He could clearly feel that his current strength was utterly insignificant in front of her.
Wanting to live was like trying to climb to heaven, but waiting to die was impossible. It was human instinct—to try every possible way to survive.
There's also the saying that there are no truly hopeless situations. No matter when, there are always ways to overcome them; it just depends on whether you have the ability, whether you can think of a solution, or whether you encounter an opportunity.
The head steward knew that today, he had a chance to live, and he knew what it was: Qin Chuan. As long as he captured Qin Chuan, as long as he could control Qin Chuan, then he had a chance to live.
Capturing Qin Chuan was simply too difficult. The woman's strength was now excessively powerful, and given what had happened before, he knew it was virtually impossible to catch Qin Chuan again.
But he had no choice; to survive, he had to act. People often unleash extraordinary potential in desperate situations.
The head butler wanted to live, so he had to seize this opportunity, but how to do so was a blur.
The woman, seeing the head butler, naturally understood his intentions, but with Qin Chuan beside her, she felt she could handle whatever tricks he played.
However, this thought had barely formed when she noticed Qin Chuan uncontrollably flying towards the head butler at incredible speed.
The woman didn't move, only staring at the head butler, slowly raising one hand.
The head butler's face was pale, his eyes fixed on Qin Chuan, holding a small black demon sculpture.
A stream of dark energy shot from the sculpture, forming a small vortex that swirled towards Qin Chuan, drawing him uncontrollably.
Qin Chuan's expression changed. This little devil was actually a one-time use treasure, capable of only being used once—this was terrifying.
It could not only capture its target but also enslave it, turning it into a puppet.
This was something Qin Chuan had seen before, and it had startled him upon seeing it. This little thing was too terrifying; one-time use treasures, precisely because they could only be used once, were far more powerful than those that weren't.
Buzz! The
divine Buddha within Qin Chuan's body began to tremble slightly—a sign of both sensing and excitement, which calmed Qin Chuan's previously anxious heart.
The divine Buddha reacted, so Qin Chuan felt safe. He had always been assured that his life was safe as long as the divine Buddha within him intervened.
However, at this moment, the woman attacked. Her previous attack suddenly changed direction and struck Qin Chuan.
This stunned Qin Chuan, momentarily forgetting what to do, because he never expected the woman to attack him.
Bang!
Qin Chuan was sent flying without any suspense, spitting out blood—a torrent of blood—his internal organs almost displaced.
Qin Chuan was astonished by the woman's current strength; it was terrifying, and her attack seemed casual.
However, Qin Chuan quickly looked at the woman, confused. He didn't believe she wanted to kill him, especially since she had previously risked her own life to allow him to escape.
That wasn't acting or pretense, but Qin Chuan simply couldn't understand why.
The woman looked at Qin Chuan and slowly said, "Only in this way can I break his demonic enslavement."
Qin Chuan understood. So that's why the woman attacked him; now everything was clear.
Qin Chuan didn't know what this demonic enslavement was, but the woman seemed to know it. This move had indeed broken it; the opponent's little demon had shattered and disappeared.
This was one way to break this treasure, but very few people knew it, and it required someone else to perform it.
Injuring oneself was useless at that moment; the most important thing was timing, otherwise, the injury would be pointless.
The head steward turned and ran, but the woman didn't chase after him. Qin Chuan watched the head steward disappear, not asking any questions, but instead looking at the woman.
At this moment, the woman reached out and grabbed Qin Chuan's sleeve: "I'll heal your injuries later."
After saying this, Qin Chuan felt a slight dizziness.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the head steward.
This was her domain; here, she was a god. No matter how the head steward ran, it was useless; he couldn't escape her domain.
The head steward ran very fast, but soon saw the woman and Qin Chuan waiting for him ahead. He turned and ran back.
But after running for a while, Qin Chuan and the woman were again in front of him. He was like a headless fly; only in this way could he feel that he was still alive.
But this was useless; soon he collapsed. Qin Chuan didn't even know when the woman had attacked, nor what injuries the head steward had sustained. He was already down,
lifeless, dead. Qin Chuan didn't know what to feel; such a powerful being had fallen so easily.
The woman took out a pill, hesitated for a moment, and personally placed it in Qin Chuan's mouth.
Then she reached out and gently massaged Qin Chuan's back. Qin Chuan quickly said, "I'm fine, you don't need to do that, it'll be fine in a bit."
The woman didn't speak and continued. Qin Chuan didn't say anything more, his eyes slightly closed.
He was actually a little flustered, but his injuries were indeed serious, so he didn't dwell on anything else.
In fact, the woman also couldn't quite explain her feelings at this moment. Qin Chuan was the only man she didn't feel repulsed by after losing her memory.
Because of trust.
Most importantly, Qin Chuan broke her Dao of Forgetfulness this time. She hadn't told Qin Chuan that the person who could break her Dao of Forgetfulness was almost certainly going to be her man in the future.
This was ancestral teaching, part of the Divine Phoenix inheritance. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant, but it was something that made it impossible for the woman to forget Qin Chuan.