Chapter 70 Once again, I have cleansed the filth of the mortal world!

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

Chang Jiao'e's heart beat heavily and powerfully.

It wasn't sinking, but rising, as if it were about to leap out of her throat!

In that instant, her entire body tightened!

It felt as though the person standing behind her was no longer her former boyfriend.

Instead, it was the Grim Reaper himself!

"Ji-Jiang Yi..."

"Right, it's me."

Jiang Yi's tone remained very relaxed, as if he were just an old friend catching up.

And of course, he was relaxed.

In this apocalyptic game world, it was always the strong who felt at ease!

Chang Jiao'e swallowed with microscopic effort.

She attempted to slowly turn her body around.

Jiang Yi did not shout at her to stop, nor did he directly pierce her head with an arrow.

This allowed her to relax just a fraction in her heart.

After she turned around, Jiang Yi's crossbow pressed firmly against her forehead.

Stiff as she was, Chang Jiao'e still managed to look composed and calm on the surface.

Her goddess-like image remained unbroken.

Her cold eyes locked unwaveringly with Jiang Yi's, and her stiff voice involuntarily softened:

"As expected, you noticed me right away."

Jiang Yi raised a hand to grip the crossbow, smiling: "Yeah, and it made me so happy."

"I never imagined your execution would still be this astonishing."

"I vaguely remember you once said an inspirational quote—"

"As long as you have courage and execution, there is nothing in this world that cannot be achieved."

"Right?"

Jiang Yi's voice truly sounded like an old friend making small talk.

There were no accusations, no curses, and seemingly not even any hatred!

Had it not been for the cold, sharp weapon pressed against the center of her brows,

Chang Jiao'e would almost have thought he still loved her.

Her gaze shifting, she suddenly looked at him with deep affection.

"You still remember that?"

"But Jiang Yi."

"The bravest thing I've ever done in my life was to take the initiative to pursue you."

"That didn't fit my persona, but it fit my heart..."

She spoke with great devotion.

The expression on her face was neither pleading nor weakness, but rather a trace of stubborn pride.

Even Jiang Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Chang Jiao'e was truly Chang Jiao'e.

Even in such a life-or-death crisis, she remained arrogant and self-contained.

Like a cold, aloof moon goddess, she would never lower her head, cry, or beg like a helpless mortal.

Jiang Yi was not surprised.

To be honest, if one day Chang Jiao'e were to suddenly cry, scream, and beg on her knees,

that would be the true surprise, making him wonder if her soul had been replaced.

He gave a small laugh, adding a sarcastic remark: "I thought the bravest thing you'd ever done was steal the Longevity Pill formula?"

Chang Jiao'e's expression stiffened slightly.

But Jiang Yi knew it wasn't because of his words.

Rather, it was because—

"What's going on? Why won't the teleportation stone in my hand budge?"

He directly voiced the reason for her stiff expression.

Sure enough, the woman's dark, watery eyes snapped back to him.

Holding the crossbow in his right hand, Jiang Yi flipped a silver-black compass in his left hand.

Chang Jiao'e pressed her lips together and bluntly named it: "Spatial Suppression Compass."

It was a type of compass that could cause all spatial methods within a certain area to completely fail.

The blue-grade one had a limited range.

Yet it was more than enough. At least it would prevent Chang Jiao'e from escaping using spatial items the way Li Shoude had earlier.

Chang Jiao'e glanced at the compass, then back at Jiang Yi.

Meeting his gaze, her expression grew complex: "You guessed I would come."

Jiang Yi smiled: "You already tracked down Sun Hao. If you hadn't tracked me down by now... would you even be Chang Jiao'e?"

At that moment, a flicker of emotional stirring suddenly crossed Chang Jiao'e's eyes.

A moment later, she closed her eyes.

Her appearance still retained that cold, stubbornly beautiful aesthetic.

When she opened them again, she smiled abruptly:

"If you really understand me that well..."

"Do you think I came here to kill you?"

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow: "Oh, otherwise, don't tell me you want to claim you came to rescue me?"

With a sudden, peculiar look, he glanced up and down at Chang Jiao'e for a few seconds before letting out an abrupt chuckle:

"You wouldn't also want to say that stealing the Longevity Pill formula back then was for my own good?"

Chang Jiao'e pressed her lips together.

She still did not beg.

She seemed as though she would forever retain her backbone and pride.

A moment later, her cold voice slowly spoke, as if stating a matter of fact:

"You weren't the only one who knew about you extracting the pill formula."

"Although nobody knew how to use the pill formula at the time,"

"just those five words—'Longevity Pill Formula'—you should know how magnetic its allure is!"

"Just those two words—'Longevity'—"

"Even the First Emperor of Qin, through the ages, lost his mind over it."

"Do you think keeping something like that on you back then was truly a good thing?"

"Haha..."

"Hahahaha..."

Chang Jiao'e spoke with deep emotion.

Yet Jiang Yi laughed uproariously.

It wasn't the laughter of someone whose deep revenge had been fulfilled, but rather... purely joyous, genuine laughter.

As if a child had heard a funny joke.

Or as if watching a clown perform a circus act.

The most heartfelt, joyful laughter.

This kind of laughter...

Made Chang Jiao'e's expression stiffen slightly.

She wanted to say something more.

Jiang Yi slowly stopped laughing, leaving only a hint of leisure and ease lingering in his eyes.

The look he gave Chang Jiao'e was even gentler than before.

As if he truly held little hatred.

Imitating Chang Jiao'e's affectionate tone, he slowly smiled and said:

"Thank you."

"Thank you for delivering your head from afar, and for entertaining me so much before you die."

"As a reward, I must tell you—"

"I really do understand you quite well."

"To some extent, perhaps even better than you understand yourself."

"Chang Jiao'e."

"You are no cold moon goddess."

"No matter how brightly and flawlessly your exterior is packaged..."

"In the deepest layers of your subconscious, you must also know—"

"Just how filthy the real you is."

"Tsk tsk..."

Jiang Yi sighed with feigned emotion.

Muttering under his breath: "I've cleansed the mortal world of filth once more..."

As he spoke.

With a soft "thud."

That crossbow bolt.

Straight on...

Pierced right through the center of Chang Jiao'e's brows!

Given Jiang Yi's attributes,

unless Chang Jiao'e possessed over a thousand points of constitution,

she had zero chance of survival!

However, to Jiang Yi's surprise...

The arrow shot forward without encountering any resistance at all!

Where was her shield?

Where were her life-saving measures?

Did she have none of them?

Oh.

It wasn't until Chang Jiao'e's "corpse" dissolved into a wisp of eerie black Qi,

and after the black Qi dissipated, leaving only a single coin on the ground,

that Jiang Yi finally understood why the process of killing Chang Jiao'e had been so effortless and smooth.