Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"Puchi!"

Butterfly suddenly pulled out the dagger, extended her scarlet tongue, licking the bloodstains on it, and said grimly, "My Fourth Young Master, you just kept saying you loved me, promising to give me anything. Now that I just want your life, are you not willing to give it?"

If the previous Butterfly was a pristine, exalted, and holy goddess,

then the Butterfly now is a grim Devil from hell.

"Damn you, bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhuge Yong let out a beastly roar, quickly sealed the acupoints on his body, and charged at Butterfly like an enraged black bear.

Butterfly's eyes suddenly turned cold, she swiftly made a move, grabbed Zhuge Yong's arm, and with a shoulder throw, slammed him fiercely.

"Kacha!"

Zhuge Yong's entire body was slammed onto a protruding boulder.

The boulder shattered on the spot, and Zhuge Yong could keenly feel that his ribs had been crushed, coupled with his dantian being destroyed, his foundation was devastated, and he had become a cripple.

Butterfly gracefully stepped forward, her tiny three-inch golden lotus feet directly stepping on Zhuge Yong's wound, pressing and grinding, making him howl in pain.

"My Big Young Master, you're still so impatient!"

Zhuge Yong, enduring the pain, glared with rage, his eyes almost bulging out, and harshly questioned, "Who are you, why do you want to kill me?"

"Zhuge Yong, do you still remember me?"

The one answering was not Butterfly, but an ethereal and distant voice.

Immediately following, eight women in simple attire carried a beautifully decorated sedan chair descending from the sky.

The sedan chair landed steadily, with a violent cough emanating from inside.

Zhuge Yong was so startled his eyes nearly popped out, staring unblinkingly at the sedan chair like a goldfish.

At this moment, Butterfly stepped forward, bowed to the person inside the sedan chair.

"This servant Butterfly greets the master!"

Before she finished speaking, a sudden cold wind lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing a handsome and delicate face.

However, this face was extremely pale, devoid of any blood color, rather eerie under the moonlight.

"Who are you, and why do you forcefully enter my Zhuge Mansion?"

Zhuge Yong, not recognizing the person, resisted the pain and questioned them.

Zhuge Mingyue's eyes were dark and somber, quietly staring at the shimmering lake surface, expressionlessly asking, "Zhuge Yong, do you recall the mother and son thrown into the Soul-locking Well by your Zhuge family fifteen years ago?"

After listening to Zhuge Mingyue's story, Zhuge Yong suddenly realized something and exclaimed in disbelief.

"You're Little Eleven?"

Zhuge Mingyue coughed softly twice, let out a sinister laugh, "My Fourth Brother, it seems your memory isn't bad, you still remember me!"

Zhuge Yong was full of disbelief, hysterically shouting, "Weren't you thrown into the Soul-locking Well back then, how could you still be alive, no, that's impossible, impossible!"

Zhuge Mingyue seemed to be lost in past memories, shuddering uncontrollably.

He was the son of Zhuge Family's Clan Leader, Zhuge Leiting, ranked eleventh among all Zhuge Leiting's sons. However, he was not legitimate, born from a maidservant whom his father forcefully took during his drunkenness.

After he was born, he was frail and sickly. His mother, to let him survive, had begged the Zhuge family repeatedly, even kneeling in the rain through the night, hoping to gain the Zhuge family's sympathy through it.

However, everyone treated them like pigs and dogs, the insults were the least of their worries, sometimes even punching and kicking them.

Thus, the mother and son lived a life worse than dogs, until he was four years old.

Zhuge Mingyue would never forget that year, that day.

In the years following his birth, everything went wrong for the Zhuge family. Many of Zhuge Leiting's legitimate descendants were killed by Demon Beasts.

Coincidentally, at that time, a Yin-Yang Mage named Du Yixian claimed he had a peculiar constitution, reincarnated as a lone star of heavenly calamity, specifically bringing calamity to the Zhuge family.

Zhuge Leiting and others believed this magician and wanted to throw them, the mother and son, into the Soul-locking Well.

The Soul-locking Well, locking all malevolent spirits in the world.

The mother and son were kept in this dark and hellish place.

Darkness, cold, hunger, fear, despair...

Back then, Zhuge Mingyue was still young and didn't understand what they were going through, only sensing fear.

His mother held him tightly, telling him not to fear, it was just a game to train his courage.

At first, Zhuge Mingyue was a bit excited. Finally, he had a chance to prove that he wasn't a waste before his father and the clan members.

He was very strong and held on for five days and nights, but later, the hunger became unbearable, and he cried in his mother's arms, asking for food.

When he was on the verge of starvation, his mother gave him a piece of meat, bloody and warm.

At that moment, he was so hungry his eyes turned green, and he devoured it eagerly without a second thought.

Thus, every now and then, his mother would magically give him a piece of fresh meat to eat.

Until one day when his mother gently stroked his head, weakly telling him she could no longer accompany him and that he must live on, live well...

Recalling these dark memories, Zhuge Mingyue trembled, his face pale as frost, incredibly sinister. His eyes slightly blurred, after a long time, he managed to vaguely utter "mother" from his mouth.

Zhuge Yong was scared by Zhuge Mingyue's deathly pale face. Although he wasn't sure what was happening, he could guess.

He was so terrified his eyes popped out, trembling as he stammered, "Little Eleven, you, you, what do you want to do? This is Zhuge family's villa. If you kill me, Father and Big Brother will never let you go. As long as you spare me, I can act as if nothing happened!"

"Hehe, spare you, Zhuge Yong, let me ask you, when I was four, did you spare my mother and me? Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhuge Mingyue laughed coldly, and due to his overly agitated tone, he started coughing violently.

"Having crawled out from the Ghost Gate, I swore to make all of you in the Zhuge family experience the agony of dying in darkness, what it feels like, what it feels like?"

Zhuge Mingyue's face, once handsome, turned hideously terrifying, extremely sinister.

Just when Zhuge Yong was in despair, a shout suddenly came from the distant villa.

"Young Master Yong, is that you?"

The owner of the voice was two of Zhuge family's Venerated Elders, Huang Ji and Du Huang.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yong was overjoyed, like a drowning man grasping the last straw, ignoring the intense pain in his body, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm here, come save me, save me!"

Huang Ji and Du Huang, upon hearing Zhuge Yong's cries, quickly gathered with the experts in the villa and rushed over.

Recognizing them, Butterfly hurried to Zhuge Mingyue and said in a respectful voice, "Master, it's Huang Ji and Du Huang. Their strength is not weak; they are both powerful in the Half Nascent Soul Realm. What should we do now, should we retreat for now and plan later?"

At this moment, Zhuge Mingyue, filled with hatred and anger, stared with blood-red eyes, shouting hysterically, "No, I want to kill them, kill them!"