I Refused To Be Reincarnated-Chapter 700: Threads of Judgment

Wei pushed himself off the ground, groaning against the throbbing pain in his broken shoulder. His legs trembled, not from the limp but from the storm of guilt and horror from his first kill.

Yet, he would bloody his hands and muddy his heart, all to offer his daughter a future free of the haunting memories of these monsters... even if he knew he would die for it.

Everyone gazed at him in muted stupor until his first step broke the silence, and his knife glinted with lethal intent on the couple.

Qiao rushed behind Min, forgetting about the slap and kick. Her hands trembled on his shoulders, her voice cracking. "D-Don’t let him approach."

A plea met with a swift push that shoved her aside, and the silhouette of her husband rushing for the window as she fell to the ground. "Everything is your fault. Die alone, you bitch!"

He crossed his arms for protection, clenched his jaw, and leapt, expecting glass shards to wound him. But wounds were better than death. As for fighting Wei, a man who spent years lifting and carving heavy blocks of wood while he himself always picked the easier jobs like plucking grown rice plants? Impossible.

However, the noise of glass shattering didn’t echo, and the chilly wind never came. Instead, he rebounded off the window with a loud ’BAM’, splintering his nose and shrieking in agony.

As he rolled on the ground, Qiao’s eyes widened at the window—no, the entire room. She rushed to the wall, gasping in horror as she felt layers of sky-blue threads woven in patterns so tight that her nail couldn’t pass through. They were stuck, at Wei’s mercy. But if she was certain Min would die, her fate was far from sealed.

Determined to leverage her adventure with Wei, she coughed into her sweaty fist to smooth her voice. Dropping to her knees and lowering her head in submission, she forced a shaky smile. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"We’ve shared warm nights, sins, and happiness." She sobbed, looking as miserable as possible, then raised her watery eyes. "Please, in memories of these times—in the memory of our daughter—don’t kill me, Wei."

Yet, she froze as two icy eyes met her. There was not a sliver of mercy in them, only contempt... And a burning rage. She bit her lip, her voice hardening. "What if you kill us? We’re now notable citizens at the Verdant Peak sect’s service. They’ll find you; they’ll kill you. You can still stop this madness, Wei!"

Greed flashed in her eyes as they slipped to her miserable husband. "Min staged it all. If you really have to kill someone, go ahead and kill him. I’ll even plead on your behalf. No, I’ll tell the investigators that Min tried to betray them, that you stopped him before he could, and that his death was an unfortunate accident."

"You dare?! Will you trust a woman who hid her daughter’s parentage for seven years? She even hid that I couldn’t conceive children and ran off to another man to make a second one! I offer you the same deal, plus all the money we collected. Kill her, and we can become associates." Min roared, but Wei cut him off.

He hissed through his teeth, each of their words acting like coal added to the fire burning in his chest. Each of his unsteady steps echoed with his judgment. "Instead of putting up a united front, you spread and continued to betray each other. There won’t be any mercy for those whose mere memory will hurt Qing."

As death’s icy finger wrapped around the couple’s hearts, Qing bit her lip and called out hesitantly. "U-uncle..."

But Wei didn’t hear her soft voice amidst the chaotic pleas. Now towering before Qiao, he raised his knife and brought it down with a furious cry. "You don’t deserve to be her mother."

The blade whistled.

Qiao placed her hands over her head, shrill screams echoing. Yet, the repulsive sensation of cutting through flesh didn’t register in his hand. Instead, he felt as if he had plunged his hand into heavy waters, hot and relaxing. What was happening?

No, it didn’t matter. If the first strike didn’t work, the second would. He raised his hand again, yet he felt something tying around it. Frowning, he tried to pull it off, in vain. They looked like threads made from energy, tightly wrapped around his forearm and held by someone... Had the cultivators noticed the commotion and stopped him right at the end?

Blood drained from his face as he slowly turned, only for his eyes to widen. Leaning on the wall and holding the thread, he saw the same cultivator who had rescued Qing from the witch’s grasp. And he looked enraged...

Indeed, Adam’s heart pumped rivers of pure hatred into his throbbing veins. Min and Qiao, what bastards. Even until the end, they never repented.

He wanted to kill them himself, but begrudgingly forced the desire down for now. Unlike Wei, he wouldn’t limit himself to crushing the tools. After all, they were replaceable, but hopefully would have names and places to speak before dying.

His voice reverberated, icier than Wei’s, ineluctable. "You have five seconds to list the names of those involved in child trafficking."

Qi and mana burst from his eyes, swirling in grey and sky-blue streams.

Everyone choked on their words.

But not Qing. She rushed at him, her sad features brightening. "Big brother! Please, take me away from this place. I-I don’t want to see them ever again."

Adam patted her blond hair. "Soon, Qing. I’ll take you to a place where you’ll find happiness. I promise."

Then his voice thundered in a countdown. "Four seconds, three..."

Qiao reacted first, her voice cut by hiccups. "C-Chief Hu. He’s the liaison between the Verdant Peak sect and the village. H-He has basements filled with potions... with children. I swear we had nothing to do with those. We only found targets for him. The worst I did was to negotiate prices on his behalf. I’ve told you everything, so please, spare me."

"Lies." Adam’s eyes narrowed. "Who’s behind all this? Why is Hu’s basement filled with children?"

Qiao paled in horror. "I don’t know! At first, I thought they would be sent to the witch. But after some time, I realised there were too many of them. They don’t fit her requirements either, and all have common hair and eyes."

He exhaled heavily, piecing the sparse clues together. The witch had targeted children with high affinities, while the sect did something with the others. But what?

Theories flashed in his mind in a split second, each more chilling than the last, until he closed his eyes. It so happened he had an appointment with Hu, during which he would get all the answers he needed.

Taking his closed eyes as a sign of satisfaction, Qiao sighed in relief. "C-Can I go now?"

Adam reopened his eyes, covered Qing’s eyes, and then nodded. "Sure."

He let go of the threads that held Wei’s hand, returning its mobility.

The knife instantly whistled down, biting into her soft skin, carving her chest open. Blood spurted, coloring her robes scarlet as she felt the icy blade pierce her heart.

Eyes wide, she looked at Adam and Qing, not recognising the daughter she had sold off until the very end. "I-I just wanted a better life. So, w-why..."

Her voice died down before she could finish, cold invading her limbs as life sipped away from her chest.

"You can dance in hell for eternity with your partner’s company." Snorting, Adam waved his hand.

From it, an ethereal hand weaved itself from pure mana and rushed at Min. It gripped his head in a heartbeat. The sound of cracking skulls echoed as the fingers tightened until the man’s head burst like a rotten melon. Rotten indeed, that’s all this couple had been.

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