Favorite of the Beast-world: I Got Rich Through Farming-Chapter 335 - 218: I’ve Finally Found You, and It Was Her
Everything before her eyes blurred, shifting between illusion and reality.
Her nerves were stretched so taut her head felt ready to split open.
"AARGH—" She clutched her head. It felt as if a swarm of hornets was buzzing in her ears, while her mind was a murky pool being churned over and over.
"Be a good girl, Jin’er. Don’t try to resist," he said with feigned concern. "The Master wants your body and soul intact. I really don’t want to hurt you. It would break my heart."
The forest had thinned out here. Imposter No. 3 immediately spread his black-and-red wings and stretched out his arms, swooping down to snatch her.
An Jin had always been afraid of exposing her identity, so even after gaining her beast form, she had hardly ever used her ability to fly.
Her weakness was now laid bare. She tried desperately to adapt to her new body in the short time she had, but she could only fly in a clumsy, lurching manner.
Imposter No. 3 quickly closed the distance between them.
"Haha, my dear Jin’er, you’re so adorable. You fly like a little fledgling that’s just grown its wings." Though his words were gentle and teasing, the man’s eyes were utterly cold-blooded and cruel. They held not a shred of warmth, only the faint, pulsing glow of fanatical fervor.
"I’ve got you," he sneered, seizing her by the shoulder blade. His sharp nails dug into her flesh, carving several bloody gashes.
An attack of spiritual power shot toward his eyes.
The man let out a piercing shriek and flung her from the sky. As she plummeted, he roared, "Damn you, female! I gave you chance after chance! If you want to die so badly, then I’ll grant your wish!"
Before he could finish, the dim sky suddenly blazed with light. The man looked up in shock. It was as if dawn had broken in an instant, illuminating the entire world.
A brilliant white light exploded from a single point, rolling outward to engulf everything in an instant.
"What is—" Imposter No. 3’s figure was swallowed by the light before he could even finish his sentence.
An Jin, plummeting from the sky, fell into a warm and long-missed embrace.
"Wamiya..."
Ze Sheng clutched the weakened female in his arms. Her familiar scent instantly filled the void that had hollowed out his heart for nearly a century. He murmured, "...My Wamiya, is it really you?"
He reached out, his trembling fingertips gently caressing her pale cheek. A shattered light shone in his narrow, purple eyes. It all felt like a dream, too beautiful to be real.
Some time ago, the Old Qilin’s unexpected death had struck him as particularly strange. Ze Sheng attended the memorial rite and discovered the true cause of his death.
His power had been forcibly ripped from his body.
Following a small clue from a Divination, Ze Sheng had tracked the trail here, to this forbidden forest where no one dared to tread.
Suddenly, he had sensed a fluctuation of Energy so familiar it made his heart pound, a presence that shattered his composure. He immediately changed course and rushed over, arriving just in time to witness that very scene.
A female bathed in what looked like moonlight, with enormous, pure white wings and a devastatingly beautiful, broken expression.
The scene overlapped perfectly with a memory buried deep within his heart.
The moment he saw her falling, injured, his heart was flooded with an endless, overwhelming fear. The agony of losing Wamiya once more surged like an unstoppable tide, flooding the deepest wounds of his heart.
He held her so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse her into his very flesh and blood. He had held her just like this all those years ago, but she had never woken up.
"COUGH, COUGH—" He was holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. She struggled to open her eyes, her face flushed from coughing. "...Ze Sheng?"
Seeing the stunningly handsome, silver-haired man before her, An Jin froze. ’H-h-h-h... How am I seeing Ze Sheng?! Don’t tell me he’s a fake, too!’
’Are imposters this dedicated nowadays? Is this some kind of turf war or an internal competition? They just keep coming, one after another. Aren’t they ever going to give it a rest?’
An Jin’s face turned a ghastly shade. She swung her hand to slap him, but just as she was a hair’s breadth from his flawless, jade-like face, he caught her wrists.
The next second, he guided her hand, pressing it gently against his own cheek. "I’m so happy to see you. I’ve waited for so, so long."
An Jin was speechless. ’...’
’Definitely a fake,’ she thought. ’And a low-quality one at that. Not only is he spouting nonsense I can’t make heads or tails of, but that gentle expression is just... I’ve barely even met Ze Sheng a second time. How could he possibly speak to me with such a gentle face, voice, and tone?’
"Damn it! Where did this guy come from? How dare he ruin our plan!" As the light faded, Imposter No. 3’s body reappeared, though it was much fainter than before.
"...A phantom formed from Demonic Qi?"
Ze Sheng looked down on him, his expression cold and indifferent. His gaze was as placid and chilling as a glacier locked beneath polar ice. "So, the purification didn’t eliminate you completely. Heh. It seems you’re a rather troublesome High-level Magical Beast."
Upon hearing the word "phantom," Imposter No. 3’s face contorted with visible rage. "I am real! I *am* real! This is my true form!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
He let out a harsh breath, launched himself into the air, and with a wave of his hand, a long black whip lashed out toward the pair. "I don’t care what you are! If you dare to ruin my plan, you’ll die!"
Ze Sheng didn’t move an inch. He gave a cold smile and raised a hand. His long, pale fingers seemed to be carved from moonlight, and a brilliant light began to form in his palm.
But before he could act, the entire space suddenly shuddered violently, as if it were about to shatter.
Ze Sheng flew higher, holding her close. "This is..." With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent both the whip and the Magical Beast flying dozens of meters away. He froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on a point in the empty air. "Another King Beast?"
Imposter No. 3 collapsed at the base of a tree, panting heavily. His phantom form flickered as if pixelating, shuddering violently for a moment before stabilizing.
He glanced around, his expression a mixture of malice and panic, then turned to flee. "Damn it, how did he get here? Why didn’t the Master stop him..."
He hadn’t taken two steps before a thick, black-and-red snake tail coiled around his body, and a pair of cold, slender hands closed around his neck.
The overwhelming stench of blood rolled in, so thick it threatened to suffocate them.
Mi Yin’s hand tightened on the imposter’s neck. His bloodstained, black-and-red snake tail hoisted the imposter’s upper body high into the air, creating an oppressive presence. He lifted the man off the ground as easily as if he were a chick.
"Heh, so you’re the one impersonating me? I hear you even have delusions of replacing me."
The man’s scarlet, serpentine eyes roiled with violent fury. With a blank expression, he savored the sight of his prey slowly suffocating in his grasp. "Go to hell, you worthless fake," he said, his voice cold and dangerous.
The imposter exploded in his hand, reduced to a black, ephemeral shadow.
After disposing of the damned imposter, Mi Yin finally turned his attention to Ze Sheng, who was still hovering in the air. His cold, dangerous gaze fell upon the hands resting on An Jin’s waist, and his serpentine pupils narrowed.
He appeared before them in an instant. "Give her to me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument as he reached out to grab her.
