Starting with a Breakup: Why Is the True Heiress My Possessive Ex? - Chapter 53

The moment the simulation ended, Xu Nian’s expression turned grim.

She was going to die.

Not only would she die—

She wouldn’t even leave behind a complete corpse.

The enemy’s ability could even sway her own Fluxweapon to turn against its master.

There was no chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

The gap in strength was simply too great.

Using the Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp would only hand the advantage over to the other side.

Xu Nian instinctively pressed a hand against her chest.

Her heartbeat remained steady.

Thump.

Thump.

Yet…

She had no idea what secret her heart actually contained.

Humans die without a heart.

Demons were no different.

And the opponent’s goal…

Was to carve open her chest and steal it.

The frightening part was that the woman didn’t even know where the thing she wanted actually was.

She would simply cut Xu Nian apart piece by piece until she found it.

Just imagining that gruesome scene made Xu Nian’s stomach churn.

She bent over and dry-heaved.

“What do I do…?”

She forced herself to calm down.

According to the simulation, the problem wasn’t the Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp itself.

It was that the Fluxweapon had been influenced by the Compassion Pathway.

As long as the weapon wasn’t bewitched…

A Four-Star Fear Fluxweapon should have no trouble suppressing a Three-Star Fluxweaver.

Right?

There was no reason to hesitate anymore.

The reward she needed had already appeared.

Deepen your bond with the Fluxweapon.

Without wasting another second, Xu Nian reached into her bag and took out the square metal box.

Click.

She pressed the switch and gently shook it.

The compact box immediately unfolded with a series of mechanical clicks.

Before long, a pitch-black lantern rested quietly in her palm.

The Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp.

The moment she held it, knowledge naturally flowed into her mind.

She instantly understood how to activate it.

Without hesitation, Xu Nian bit her fingertip.

A sharp sting shot through her finger.

She smeared a drop of blood onto the wick.

Whoosh.

Dark black flames quietly ignited.

The light wasn’t bright.

Instead…

It swallowed the surrounding light little by little.

Xu Nian raised the lantern.

Its black flame flickered gently.

Her gaze landed directly on the crying girl.

The darkness expanded.

In an instant—

The girl’s surroundings were completely consumed by endless blackness.

From everyone’s perspective…

Nothing had changed.

The girl still stood exactly where she had been.

But only she herself knew—

She had been trapped inside an endless world of darkness.

No matter how she struggled…

She couldn’t escape.

Her cries became louder and louder.

They pierced through the isolated space and echoed throughout the banquet hall.

A Four-Star Fluxweapon possessed overwhelming suppressive power.

A single Star difference was enough to completely seal away a Three-Star Fluxweaver.

Fluxweapons were, in essence, fragments of power left behind by official Fluxweavers.

Their abilities were limited.

But the strength they contained was absolutely genuine.

Strictly speaking…

It wasn’t Xu Nian suppressing the girl.

It was the remnant power of a Four-Star Fear Fluxweaver.

Still…

A Fluxweapon was only an object.

It lacked the adaptability of a living person.

The crying girl concentrated all of her emotional influence onto the lantern itself.

“…”

Nothing happened.

Her pupils widened.

“My ability… failed?”

She couldn’t believe it.

Normally…

Her tears should have awakened compassion even within the Fluxweapon.

Yet this time—

The lantern remained completely unmoved.

The prison of darkness showed no signs of weakening.

She had been completely sealed away.

Still…

She wasn’t optimistic.

Even if Xu Nian succeeded…

How long could she maintain the Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp?

And after this…

What about the banquet?

What about everyone who witnessed today’s events?

How would the Xu family explain everything?

Even if her mission failed—

She had already created enough chaos for Xu Nian.

Just as Xu Nian’s thoughts became increasingly chaotic—

“Ding.”

A crisp bell rang out.

The noise throughout the banquet instantly quieted.

Moments later, two familiar figures pushed through the crowd.

Xu Nian froze.

It was them.

The two official Fluxweavers she had met yesterday.

“What a coincidence…”

She couldn’t help muttering.

They had arrived far too quickly.

Shouldn’t official reinforcements usually take forever to show up?

Even Su Qingya looked surprised.

She had finally managed to pull her feet free from the hardened concrete and was preparing to make her move.

Yet before she could act—

The two officials had already entered the battlefield.

The middle-aged man didn’t waste time explaining.

He simply shook the box in his hand.

Click.

A pair of heavy gauntlets instantly locked onto both of his fists.

The next second—

Blazing flames erupted across the metal.

Clearly…

This was his Fluxweapon.

Judging from its appearance…

He was most likely a Combat Path Fluxweaver.

He glanced once at the Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp.

Then calmly spoke.

“Lock me inside too.”

Xu Nian didn’t hesitate.

The black flames shifted.

Darkness immediately enveloped the middle-aged man.

Even so—

Xu Nian didn’t extinguish the lantern.

She continued maintaining the prison.

Several moments passed.

Only then did Leng Xiao quietly speak.

“It’s over.”

“You can put out the flame now.”

“…Already?”

Xu Nian stared blankly.

Was it really that fast?

Just what Path was this middle-aged man walking?

His strength was terrifying.

She slowly extinguished the black flame.

The darkness disappeared.

At the exact same moment—

Two figures reappeared where there had previously been nothing.

The middle-aged man casually lit a cigarette.

At his feet…

The Compassion Path Fluxweaver lay unconscious.

Her face was swollen with bruises.

Special restraint cuffs firmly locked both of her wrists.

Without another word, he grabbed the chain attached to the restraints and dragged her toward the exit.

“You two.”

“Come with me.”

Xu Nian and Su Qingya exchanged glances.

Neither refused.

After all…

The man had just saved them.

They owed him a tremendous favor.

Once they stepped outside—

“Ding.”

Another bell echoed softly.

Xu Nian instinctively turned around.

The banquet hall had completely returned to normal.

Everyone chatted happily as though nothing had happened.

It was as if the earlier chaos had never existed.

“As expected of the Tranquility Path…”

Xu Nian sighed inwardly.

Mass emotional suppression.

Mass memory alteration.

An unbelievably convenient support ability.

Outside…

The middle-aged man stuffed the unconscious woman into a police vehicle.

Standing beside it, he lit another cigarette.

Smoke drifted upward, partially obscuring his face.

Only then did he finally speak.

“That woman came here looking for you?”

“What exactly do you have that would make a Three-Star Compassion Fluxweaver personally come after you?”

Su Qingya shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

Xu Nian did the same.

She couldn’t possibly reveal the secret hidden inside her heart.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.

“It seems…”

“It wasn’t her.”

His gaze shifted directly onto Xu Nian.

“It was you.”

Xu Nian’s heartbeat skipped.

“Why do you think it’s me?”

The middle-aged man chuckled.

“I’ve worked this job for decades.”

“You think I’d be fooled by a little act?”

“I’m not that stupid.”

Su Qingya immediately stepped closer to Xu Nian.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance.

The middle-aged man simply waved a hand dismissively.

“Relax.”

“I have no interest in your secrets.”

“What I’m more curious about…”

He pointed toward the lantern in Xu Nian’s hand.

“…is why you’re carrying that.”

“The Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp.”

Xu Nian’s heart sank.

“What lamp?”

Su Qingya looked completely confused.

She genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.

The middle-aged man ignored her.

His eyes never left Xu Nian.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?”

“Only official Fluxweapons use that kind of storage box.”

“It’s designed for transport and management.”

He took another drag from his cigarette before continuing.

“Yesterday…”

“The Soul-Imprisoning Death Lamp assigned to our operation mysteriously disappeared.”

“Because of that little accident…”

“Two Fluxbeasts managed to escape.”

“The young lady responsible for safeguarding it cried her eyes out.”

He slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Then smiled meaningfully.

“Do you know…”

“…why we managed to arrive here so quickly?”