Chapter 1611: I Would Rather Become a Demon

Jiang Fan looked at King Youming, who had a calm expression, and said, "You are quite composed, fearless of death. You and Princess Zijiang truly stand out among the ancient giants. Could it be that, like Princess Zijiang, you also have an unusual background?"

Princess Zijiang, upon birth, caused a room full of giant kings to die, made a five-star giant king's mother age, and caused the giant emperor's father to drop a realm. Surely, King Youming, who stands before him, wouldn't be as special, would he?

King Youming scoffed, disdaining to reply.

Jiang Fan didn't force the issue and took out the spatial mirror. Although Princess Zijiang hadn't seen what transpired, she had heard everything. She gazed at King Youming and sighed, "Youming, you shouldn't have come to rescue me." The rescue failed, and he sacrificed himself in the process.

King Youming calmly replied, "No need to worry. Since I have failed, your father will take action personally." Then, he looked at Jiang Fan and said, "Good luck, new star of the human race. The Emperor of the Central Tribe will not let you go."

Jiang Fan remained expressionless. He pressed his finger on the orange area of the Primordial Sky-Imprisoning Gourd and said calmly, "Thanks for the warning! Collect!" With a whoosh, orange mist enveloped King Youming, dragging him into the gourd.

Princess Zijiang could no longer maintain her composure; a look of sorrow appeared on her face as she asked, "Is he dead?" Jiang Fan observed her expression and said, "No. But, a few shakes from me would kill him."

Only then did Princess Zijiang regain some spirit. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated. Finally, she said, "Although my request will be useless, I still beg you not to kill him." Princess Zijiang never showed emotion in front of any other giant. King Youming was the sole exception.

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Alright." Princess Zijiang looked at Jiang Fan in surprise, suspicious. "You promised me not to kill him? How is that possible?" She knew Jiang Fan too well; this man utterly detested giants and would never show any mercy. It was even less likely that he would agree to her request.

Jiang Fan calmly stated, "Besides being the Vice Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, I have another identity. That is the guest elder of the Jiangshan Yipin Tower, known as Tyrant. Therefore, I am also a merchant."

Princess Zijiang understood instantly and said guardedly, "You want to make a deal with me? But I have nothing valuable for you to trade for." She worried that Jiang Fan wanted her to betray core secrets of the ancient giants. However, to her astonishment, Jiang Fan handed her paper and a pen and said:

"I'll dictate, you write. Once you finish writing, I won't take King Youming's life." "Is it really that simple?" Princess Zijiang was suspicious. Jiang Fan couldn't possibly let her off so easily. But she truly couldn't figure out what trap there could be in merely transcribing Jiang Fan's words. Unable to discern the hidden meaning, she said, "Alright, you say, I'll write."

Jiang Fan put his hands behind his back and said, "My dear Brother Jiang Fan, receiving this letter is like seeing you."

Princess Zijiang's eyebrows twitched at the first few words. "Brother Jiang what?" She wished she could flay Jiang Fan, grind his bones to dust, yet she was supposed to call him her brother? After a slight hesitation, she gritted her teeth slightly, forcing herself to endure the repulsion, and picked up the pen to write.

"Given that I have frequently sent you information about the Heavenly Realm, Father Emperor already suspects me. I will come to the Central Lands to seek refuge with you within a few days. Please, Brother Jiang Fan, do not despise me. Signed, Zijiang."

Princess Zijiang slowly began to see the true intention. She scoffed, "You want to sow discord between me and the ancient giants? To be honest, this tactic is a bit childish and not quite up to your usual standard."

Her guess was that Jiang Fan intended to take this letter and present it to the ancient giants. He would make them mistakenly believe that Princess Zijiang had long betrayed the giant race, thus successfully driving a wedge between them. But how could the giants possibly believe such a low-level trick? She had been forcibly abducted by Jiang Fan in front of a five-star giant king; there was no way that could be linked to betrayal.

Jiang Fan took the paper, looked at the delicate and beautiful Infernal script on it, and praised, "As expected of someone who loves to read, your handwriting is excellent. However, you've probably misunderstood. This letter isn't for the giants to see. It's for you to see."

Princess Zijiang frowned, her vertically oriented eyes fixed on him, full of confusion. "What exactly are you playing at?"

Jiang Fan blew dry the ink on the paper, then grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed it evenly over the surface. This made it appear old. Only then did he put away the letter, looking at Princess Zijiang with deep eyes. "Do you remember the cattle and sheep theory you mentioned during the Great Hunt?"

Princess Zijiang said indifferently, "What 'theory'? That's simply the natural order. Ancient giants eating you humans is no different from you humans eating cattle and sheep. This is the way of Heaven, natural."

Jiang Fan nodded. "Good that you remember. Then I will also fulfill my promise from that day and let you experience what it's like to be cattle and sheep."

Princess Zijiang scoffed and shook her head. "So many giants have died; have I been sad?"

Jiang Fan smiled, a profound meaning in his expression: "What if those giants died by your own hand?"

Princess Zijiang frowned slightly. Ancient giants dying on the battlefield wouldn't pain her; that was the fate of the giant race. But to make her slaughter her own kind? She couldn't do it.

"Don't worry, I am not King Heiri; I would not commit acts of killing my own people," Princess Zijiang said indifferently.

Jiang Fan took out a jade talisman, from which emanated the oppressive aura of a Four-Crowned Asura King. This was the domain that Hong Xiu had given Jiang Fan back then. Its function was to erase people's memories! Jiang Fan said, "You will. With all your past forgotten, you will be a good sister who came to seek refuge with me. And these deceased giant kings all came to hunt you down. You will fight alongside me and kill giants together."

The moment she saw the jade talisman, Princess Zijiang understood everything. That letter was meant to make her, once her memory was gone, believe Jiang Fan! It was her own handwritten letter, and only she could recognize the script. Without any memory, she would easily believe its contents, and truly regard Jiang Fan as the person to seek refuge with. She would even help him kill ancient giants!

Jiang Fan's gaze turned cold as he said, "You, this Time Giant King, are a born killer. I believe you will kill many, many giants."

When he first captured Princess Zijiang, it was exceptionally tricky. He had to exhaust her source energy to barely subdue her. Unleashing her onto the battlefield would result in astonishing destructive power. Even during the initial battles, Jiang Fan had wanted to deploy her. However, his power was too low then; any mistake could have led to her becoming uncontrollable and harming his own people instead. Now, he had the confidence to control this woman! In the upcoming decisive battle, he would let her kill her own kind!

And then, she would, like the beings of Taicang Great State, like the cattle and sheep she spoke of, die under the siege of her own people. This was the fate Jiang Fan had prepared for her!

"Jiang Fan! Kill me!" Princess Zijiang clenched her fists, her gaze sharp. She would rather die than have her hands stained with the blood of her own kind.

Jiang Fan activated the jade talisman and, expressionless, unleashed his ability, beginning to erase her memories. Princess Zijiang struggled in agony. She desperately punched the spatial mirror again and again, trying to escape. But it was futile. Her memories were rapidly being deleted.

Princess Zijiang furiously pounded the mirror, shouting, "No!! I don't want to kill my own people!!! Jiang Fan! You are a demon! You are the demon!"

In Jiang Fan's mind, images of the Nascent Soul experts of Taicang Great State flashed, falling like moths to a flame to protect their homeland. He recalled Bodhisattva Tianting sacrificing herself to feed the demon, and Jian Lanjiang's unfulfilled ambitions. A cold glint appeared in his eyes: "If becoming a demon means avenging those who died so tragically, then I would rather become a demon!"