After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 53

Spring passed and autumn arrived, summer nights shifted, and the melting winter snow settled upon everyone’s shoulders and hearts like a dream.
Time, like a river, flowed sometimes turbulent, sometimes slow, enduring the scouring and cleansing of the long stream.
This past year, various events, big and small, continuously occurred in the cultivation world.
First, the Yaoguang Pavilion suffered a great loss of vitality. Their Grand Elder, Ji Peilan, was actually a demonic cultivator hidden among them, and the sect’s annihilation was entirely her doing. This led to a decrease in disciple recruitment and made their business difficult.
Next, it was said that the Sect Leader of Chongxiang Sword Sect , Baili Xianrong, was somehow injured, and just after coming out of seclusion, she retreated back into the sect to cultivate again.
Speaking of the Chongxiang Sword Sect , one couldn’t forget the topic people constantly discussed – their sect’s Senior Sister, Fu Lingyi, was initially seduced and finally abandoned by her cultivation partner, and had her engagement broken off on the very day of the wedding.
In short, the major events and trivial gossip of the cultivation world were all inseparable from the Chongxiang Sword Sect .
Besides this, there was also something else that was unexpected.
Tao Lan always liked to squat by the river and play. She would take a small twig to pretend it was a sword and swing it wildly around.
Yun Lingyue said that once she was a little older and could have her spiritual root tested, she would let her cultivate with the other disciples.
The Chongxiang Sword Sect was a very good place. The people were very good; everyone was very warm and took great care of her.
Although she was still small, she wasn’t completely naive. Some whispers reached her ears, making it hard not to wonder, but she couldn’t understand everything.
For example, she couldn’t understand why Wood Sister no longer came back.
Would she never see her again, like Mother and Mom?
She also couldn’t understand why Sister Fu seemed like a different person, no longer played with her, and never seemed to have a moment of free time.
Sister Yun and Sister Feng couldn’t give her answers either. This seemed like a secret too difficult to speak aloud, hidden in everyone’s heart.
Day after day, Tao Lan stayed by the river bank, staring in the direction leading down the mountain.
Hoping Wood Sister could come back, hoping everyone could still be like they were before.
When Yun Lingyue pushed the door and entered the courtyard, she found that Fu Lingyi was not in the room again.
Ever since Yue Jin left, she frequently didn’t return. She lived alone on the main peak. Every day, besides cultivating and meditating, she was busy with sect affairs. She never spoke more than a few necessary words to Yun Lingyue.
Her face no longer held that vibrant and bright expression.
Things in Fu Lingyi’s bamboo house were placed in disarray. The wedding dress she had thrown on the table earlier was long gone. Even the magic artifact she always carried, the Red Spirit Jade, she had casually tossed to a disciple, not planning to use it again.
Yet, this messy place, she didn’t allow anyone to tidy up. If anyone dared to secretly move something, she would fly into a rage; not even Yun Lingyue was spared.
At such a crucial point, one shouldn’t provoke her anger.
However, Yun Lingyue had very important matters to report to her.
She sighed and could only go to the main peak to find her.
In the Main Peak’s Great Hall, a figure leaned back in the central seat, propping her head. That person wore flowing green robes, a crooked silver hairpin was stuck in her hair, yet her simple clothes could not hide her peerless beauty.
Her brows were like painted ink, her eyes angled upwards, and her expression was utterly cold and indifferent. In her hand, she held a cultivation tabloid, scanning back and forth, reading constantly.
Yun Lingyue stood outside the door, not daring to make a sound.
She watched Fu Lingyi in the main seat flip through the cultivation tabloid completely. The space between her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Until later she simply threw it out. Her sword, Wuying, with one strike, pierced through it and pinned it to a pillar, emitting sharp, cutting sounds.
The Great Hall was silent. Yun Lingyue’s slight touch on the door sounded like a falling needle, and she was instantly noticed.
“What is it?” Fu Lingyi raised a brow and looked up at her.
“Senior Sister…” Seeing that she had been discovered, Yun Lingyue felt a little nervous. She took two more steps into the hall, respectfully. “The things written in that cultivation tabloid aren’t necessarily true. Sect Leader also said she wasn’t injured; she was just in seclusion.”
Fu Lingyi watched her quietly, listening to her finish speaking.
“Also, there’s… that matter…”
Yun Lingyue swallowed lightly and said cautiously, “That matter happened a year ago. There’s no need to care about it anymore, Senior Sister…”
As soon as her words fell, the cultivation tabloid lying on the ground gained several more sword marks.
Frightened, she quickly shut her mouth.
“Care about what?” Fu Lingyi shifted her position, leaning differently, her expression indifferent.
“Nothing.”
She certainly dared not mention a single thing related to the cultivation partner ceremony matter.
The things in the main hall appeared somewhat scattered and messy; even if they could be tidied, there was no clear way to start.
Yun Lingyue felt a sense of fear she couldn’t explain. She took a deep breath, deciding to quickly report the most important matter.
“Senior Sister, do you know the rumors down the mountain, that the Demon Lord has reappeared?”
“Crack!”
A blade mark, seemingly born of a gust of wind, carved into the pillar. The pillar couldn’t withstand it and shattered into two from the middle, emitting a mournful sound.
“Oh, really?” Fu Lingyi’s face didn’t darken. Instead, her lips curved, and she laughed aloud. “It’s been a year since I struck her down. How could she reappear?”
Seeing her Senior Sister’s expression improve slightly, Yun Lingyue gained the courage to continue. “The reason is unknown. However, it’s said she has rebuilt the Demonic Cult in Huaijin City, claiming that back then it was just cultivation deviation, and today she has returned… to…”
“to exact revenge.”
“Heh, revenge.” Fu Lingyi seemed to have heard the most laughable joke under heaven; her smile deepened. “Revenge… On whom? On me?”
“Not necessarily, Senior Sister.”
“Maybe… maybe it’s…”
Yun Lingyue stammered for a long time, unable to say anything useful.
If not Fu Lingyi, then who else could it be? That day, the Chongxiang Sword Sect burned down the Demonic Cult, and it was Fu Lingyi who gave the command. And the cultivation world also rumored that this Demon Lord was killed by her, her bones ground to dust and scattered as ash, leaving not a single trace. Having suffered such humiliation, who else could the person seeking revenge be?
She couldn’t say it. Fu Lingyi was too lazy to listen either. She waved a hand, signalling for her not to speak further.
“If she comes, so be it,” Fu Lingyi said. “Exterminating demons and defending the righteous path is a matter of course. If she comes, I can strike her down once more.”
“Senior Sister…” Yun Lingyue struggled with her words. She wanted to say that the demon seemed to have advanced her cultivation even further and seemed to have mastered some new magic art.
But before she could speak, a disciple burst in, panting heavily and pointing outside the door.
Just like every time before, the exact same scene repeated itself.
“Senior Sister Fu, the demon, the demon is here again!”
“She specifically asked for you, Senior Sister!”
The same words, the same location, the same people.
What was different was that Fu Lingyi heard her own heart trembling like a startled deer.
She was the one who had just spoken arrogant words; now she was also the one whose heart, previously calm as water, surged with waves.
That person had come.
Not seen for a year, the person she had searched for and missed for a year, had returned again.
Yun Lingyue turned around, shocked. “What!”
“How is that possible? How could she have arrived so fast!”
“It’s true, Senior Sister Yun,” the disciple said. The disciple was newly initiated and hadn’t experienced such a scene before, but she had heard of the terror of demonic cultivators, so her entire body trembled. “The demon, the demon is right at the foot of the mountain! And, and she’s not alone!”
Fu Lingyi stood up.
She ignored Yun Lingyue’s attempt to stop her, walked towards the door, summoned her sword, and flew down the mountain.
This was the first time in a year she had shown such outward emotion.
Yue Jin stood at the foot of the mountain, as usual. She wore fiery bright red robes; golden threads flowed across her entire body, contrasting with her skin, which was whiter than snow. Her hair was unbound, letting it flutter freely. Those slightly slanted ‘peach blossom’ eyes scanned the disciples gathered outside the gate. Her lips were a deep crimson, slightly pursed, as if showing her displeasure.
She slanted her gaze and asked Wu Bei, who was beside her, “Why are you covering your face with a veil?”
“It’s the utmost benevolence and righteousness for me to come here and make trouble with you,” Wu Bei said, gritting her teeth, not daring to look up and looking warily around. “Your illness just got better, and you rushed over in such a hurry. Who doesn’t know what you’re thinking?”
“You’re not answering the question,” Yue Jin said. “This Lord is asking why you are wearing a veil?”
Shan Shi and Eyin glared at Wu Bei. “Quickly answer the Venerable Lord,” they said.
“None of your business!” Wu Bei snapped.
Wu Bei burst out the crude words. She was truly getting fed up with those three echoing each other. “Just finish what you came here to do and be done with it! Stop meddling with me!”
“We still don’t know if she’ll come out,” Yue Jin spoke lightly, but her gaze never left the mountain gate. “She probably hates me thoroughly by now and never wants to see my face again.”
“Whose fault is that?” Wu Bei retorted. “Who was it that just left back then and didn’t care about anything?”
Eyin stamped her foot. She couldn’t stand listening to Wu Bei constantly disparage Yue Jin. “The Venerable Lord truly had no other choice! What do you understand!”
“Venerable Lord, no need to worry,” Shan Shi also hurriedly echoed, afraid of being outdone. “If she just won’t come out, we’ll turn this Chongxiang Sword Sect upside down and see if she still dares to hide…”
“No,” Yue Jin said in a deep voice. “Did you forget what this Lord told you before we came? You absolutely must not damage a single blade of grass or tree here.”
She had come here to accomplish only one thing.
Succeed, and then leave. She would not stay.
“Senior Sister!” “It’s Senior Sister Fu!”
The disciples had been paying attention to the group’s actions. Suddenly, someone in the crowd cheered with excitement, welcoming the arrival of a certain person with great excitement.
Fu Lingyi flew on her sword. Her sword emitted chilling light in all directions, carving open a path through the crowd. She flew to the very center, then leaped down from the sword.
That pair of eyes was piercingly cold, unyielding, staring directly at the distant Yue Jin.
Yue Jin’s heart was pierced by that gaze. In her heart, it felt as if a piece of ice had settled.
Yun Lingyue arrived belatedly, catching up shortly after. Seeing the situation, Wu Bei hid behind Shan Shi, only willing to show half her head.
The two sides faced each other. Except for the disciples who continued to shout, no one spoke first.
When Yun Lingyue saw them, especially Shan Shi and Eyin standing nearby, she glared with hatred and clenched her fists. Her anger boiled. She wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Fu Lingyi.
“Endure.”
Yun Lingyue couldn’t hear anything. Her eyes were red and bloodshot. “Demonic cultivators…”
“That’s us. Got a problem?” Shan Shi and Eyin said in unison.
Wu Bei pushed the two of them from behind, signalling them to speak less.
Yue Jin stepped forward. The bells at her ankles jingled, emitting clear sounds. Her hands were clasped behind her back. Her red lips parted slightly. “When this Lord was not present, Qingyuan Palace suffered endless trampling and humiliation from you. Now, this Lord will demand justice.”
“Justice?” Yun Lingyue sneered. “Anyone in this world can have justice! Only you demonic cultivators cannot!”
Shan Shi immediately made a move to attack, but was quickly pressed down by Wu Bei.
“Whether there is justice or not is not for you to decide,” Yue Jin said, feigning complete indifference, her eyes never leaving Fu Lingyi. “This Lord wishes to hear… what the Senior Sister of the Chongxiang Sword Sect has to say?”
Fu Lingyi’s expression remained ice-cold, but the hand slightly clenched into a fist inside her sleeve betrayed her inner turmoil.
“Yue Jin.”
She opened her mouth and called out her name. “What do you want?”
After such a long time, Yue Jin finally heard Fu Lingyi call her name.
Only it was no longer the “Ah Jin” filled with such deep affection from the past, but the present cold “Yue Jin”.
When she fought Baili Xianrong to a mutual defeat and was weak from illness and bedridden, she relied entirely on the sound of Fu Lingyi calling her name in her mind for support.
But the affection was no longer there.
“This Lord…”
Yue Jin suppressed her trembling voice and slowly stated her desire.
“This Lord wants you, to repay.”