The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Chapter 1301 - 1281: Shen Cuixia, Nearing the End?

At the foot of Mingshan.Di Shitian’s face was ashen as iron as he said in a low voice, "Cuixia, your condition has deteriorated to the point that even Ye Huan can see it."

Shen Cuixia let out a sigh. "Senior Brother, there’s nothing we can do. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the laws of the universe. My great lifespan is coming to an end."

Di Shitian’s eyes were cold and deep. "I will break that law for you. And I believe that with Little Ye’s heaven‑defying martial talent, he’ll definitely be able to fully comprehend Heaven Opening Forms One through Nine, and master the true method of opening the Eight Gates. Besides, as the inheritor of the Progenitor, even without my help, he’s destined to gather all seven Ancient Divine Jades. That’s fate. I’m only helping him speed up the process of obtaining the jades. When the time comes, when he’s fighting the Sequence, he will surely activate the Huaxia National Protection Grand Formation. Once I place you at the formation’s eye and borrow its power to treat you, the law can be broken!"

"If possible, Senior Brother, to be able to keep walking forward by your side, I’m very happy."

"But there is only one year left before my allotted end arrives."

"My life‑fire is about to burn out."

"Do you really think Little Ye Huan can make such tremendous breakthroughs in just a single year?"

Shen Cuixia shook her head with a bitter smile. "I don’t think there’s any hope."

"He is Huaxia’s Saint, a once‑in‑five‑thousand‑years genius. Even I am completely inferior to him. On him, anything is possible!" Di Shitian’s voice was gloomy. His tender childlike fists clenched tight, as if unwilling to let go of even the slightest shred of hope.

Shen Cuixia slowly exhaled a long, turbid breath; in that moment, she seemed to have aged a hundred years.

Her delicate skin began to lose its color, one wrinkle after another of varying thickness surfaced. A face as young as a girl’s turned in the blink of an eye into that of an old crone at dusk, her voice turning hoarse and ancient. "Let’s hope so... There’s far, far too much weighing on his shoulders, and on yours..."

Di Shitian gazed at Shen Cuixia. The light at the depths of his pupils became more unfathomable than ten thousand star rivers.

That look seemed to say: "For you, I’m willing to give up everything, to pay any price..."

...

In the depths of the Pacific Ocean, on a certain sea island isolated from the world.

Late at night—when the sky should have been filled with countless stars—it was shrouded instead by a thick layer of dark clouds.

Dazzling currents of electricity wove constantly through the clouds. A fine drizzle fell to the world along with faint, rumbling thunder. Wave after wave crashed against the reefs, and both the air and the atmosphere were pushed to the brink of suffocation.

On the shore, a squad of men wearing Wisdom Temple Divine Guard uniforms stood lined up in a row.

The man at their head wore a fawning smile as he stepped forward, pointing at Xiao Yu—whose face was full of fear and panic—and at the Empress on Xiao Yu’s back. He bowed and scraped to the man before him, who was wrapped head to toe in a black robe and wore a blood‑red mask. "My lord, the people have been delivered. The Empress is right here, and this one beside her is Xiao Yu, the Empress’s adoptive mother."

The black‑robed man swept his gaze over Xiao Yu and the Empress, nodded slightly, and said:

"This time you’ve done exceedingly well."

"You may return. Tell Athena that her cooperation this time was extremely on point and the effect excellent. Now that we have the Empress in our hands, it’s equivalent to extinguishing the Di Family’s hope of defeating us."

Beneath the Second Sequence’s mask, his face was full of satisfaction. He patted Divine Guard Captain Caster Allen on the shoulder and said, "The Lord of the Sequence is very pleased with her, and with you. Once the great endeavor of the Sequence is accomplished, he will surely bestow upon you limitless status and wealth."

"Hahaha, thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord!"

The Wisdom Temple’s Divine Guard captain rubbed his hands in excitement, laughing like a squealing pig, looking just like a toady eunuch.

"Enough, you may go back. Be careful on the way. Don’t leave any loose ends for others to grab hold of."

"Got it, got it!"

The Divine Guard captain nodded obsequiously, then pulled his black hood over his head. With a wave of his hand he led his men onto the small boat at the shore and sped away.

The Second Sequence shoved his hands into his pockets, looking down from on high at Xiao Yu, whose legs had gone weak, his tone playful. "Ms. Xiao, why don’t you come along with me?"

As soon as his words fell, the thirty‑odd black‑robed figures at his side stepped forward at once, surrounding Xiao Yu and the Empress in a tight ring.

Xiao Yu shuddered from head to toe, panic‑stricken and restless, but in a situation like this, what could she do?

All she could do was shrink her head in fear, hoist the Empress on her back, and, under the black‑robed men’s watchful eyes, obediently walk toward a wooden hut at the very center of the island.

Half an hour later, they arrived in front of the hut.

The Second Sequence’s expression turned respectful. He knelt on the ground before the hut and knocked his forehead three times, then rose and knocked twice on the wooden door. "Master, Xiao Yu has brought the Empress here, just as Asura requested."

From inside the hut came a deep, magnetic male voice. It was icy cold. "Have Xiao Yu help us take care of that matter, then keep the Empress behind and send her to the laboratory. On a chosen day, we will flay her and draw her tendons for research."

"Yes."

After the Second Sequence replied, he reached out, intending to snatch the Empress away.

Xiao Yu’s face changed anxiously. She forced herself to suppress her panic and dodged to the side. Her eyes widened. "You... what did you just say—you’re going to flay the Empress and pull out her tendons?"

Seeing Xiao Yu dare to resist, the Second Sequence’s face sank, his voice turning gloomy. "Ms. Xiao, what does this matter have to do with you?"

"How does it not have to do with me? I’ve watched her grow up!"

Xiao Yu glared, eyes round with fury. After speaking, she gritted her teeth and knelt down in front of the hut, begging, "My lord, I beg you, I can leave the Empress here, but please don’t hurt her, and don’t subject her to such cruel experiments, all right? I beg you!"

No response came from within the hut.

Clearly, the Lord of the Sequence had no intention of entertaining what sounded to him like a childish request.

At the side, the Second Sequence let out a disdainful cold laugh. "Flaying and tendon‑drawing counts as cruel? Xiao Yu, let me spell it out for you: the Empress’s research value to the Sequence is enormous. Not only are we going to flay her and pull out her tendons, we’ll make her consciously ingest all kinds of chemical agents, then sever the meridians and blood vessels in her body to examine the structure of her bones!"

"You’re too cruel!" Xiao Yu’s face went deathly pale. She had never imagined that the Sequence actually intended to conduct such inhuman, brutal experiments on the Empress!

Regret flooded her in an instant—regret that, cowed by Asura’s threats, she had brought the Empress here!

More than twenty years ago, when she and Asura were raising the Empress, she had been deeply resistant in her heart.

After all, the Empress was a clone. Ordinary people inevitably felt a strong aversion to those three words.

But over more than twenty years of living together, Xiao Yu’s prejudice toward the Empress had gradually faded, and her feelings for her had grown ever deeper. From the bottom of her heart she already regarded the girl as her own flesh and blood, doting on her dearly!

As a mother, how could she possibly endure her daughter being treated so cruelly?!