After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 59

Feng Ruiyan’s organizational ability was unimaginably strong.
The inner disciples of Chongxiang Sword Sect had been here for a long time and knew the difference in their abilities. Only the outer disciples, like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, were instigated and truly dared to rush to Huaijin City in a frenzy, blocking the gates of Qingyuan Palace and shouting wildly.
They clamored for the demon to come out and die.
Yue Jin summoned her followers and told Fu Lingyi to stay put, not allowing her to come down the mountain to participate in this.
She was worried it would cause unnecessary conflict.
“Demon, get out here!” Feng Ruiyan pointed her sword at the mountaintop and cursed loudly from below. Tao Lan followed behind the crowd, not scared at all, leaning out curiously to look.
The shouts were ceaseless. Huaijin City was desolate everywhere. Yue Jin walked from the woods, her steps steady, her robes and sashes floating far behind her.
“Who is looking for this venerable one?”
“Demon, return my Senior Sister…” Feng Ruiyan saw the person arrive and spoke directly, but accidentally glimpsed the face of the person in red robes.
She was momentarily stunned into silence.
She looks exactly like Senior Sister Fu’s dao companion… She thought, then shook her head. No, Senior Sister Yun did say the demon and Sister Yue look very alike. I just hadn’t expected it to be this much.
The disciples next to her followed her momentum, shouting “Return my Senior Sister” one by one, wanting to scream until the sky broke.
“Last time, this venerable one made it very clear,” Yue Jin snorted. She confirmed there were only these people, no Baili Xianrong, and finally relaxed. “Your two Senior Sisters were merely invited by Qingyuan Palace as guests. There’s no need to make a fuss, go back.”
“Demon…” Feng Ruiyan was furious. She formed a spell with her mouth; her cultivation wasn’t high, she could only form one sword strike. “Watch this!”
This sword was easily blocked by Yue Jin with a wave of her hand. She didn’t intend to harm the Chongxiang Sword Sect disciples, especially those she had met before. She just wanted them to quickly give up their foolish attack and leave.
Feng Ruiyan formed another strike and, together with the other outer disciples, charged towards the person calmly defending in front of them.
Yue Jin yawned boredly. She didn’t take these petty tricks seriously; they only wasted their spiritual energy but couldn’t harm her.
Swoosh
A secret sword, hidden among the flurry of soft swords, broke through the void and went straight for Yue Jin’s vital point.
She had underestimated them and reacted too late, unable to dodge in time. Fortunately, the Cloud Chasing Arrow flew over, grazed the sword’s body, and removed its force.
Benevolent Envoy and Evil Envoy also arrived.
Although still quarreling, Evil Envoy immediately acted. The Soul Guarding Bell emitted a piercing shriek, pulling the person hidden in the crowd out.
Dark purple and blue patterned robes.
Baili Xianrong only changed out of her white robes and into that more elaborate but ill-fitting woven garment when doing something bad.
It was quite similar to A’Ling’s clothes in her memories.
“Sect Leader!” The outer disciples cried out in surprise, not expecting the Sect Leader to be mixed in among them to help them.
Baili Xianrong wasn’t angry at being exposed. She stood tall with her hands behind her back, striking a pose, and smiled: “Greetings, Demon Lord Yue Jin.”
Yue Jin sneered. She hadn’t expected this person to not only come out of seclusion early but also secretly release a cold sword strike, wanting her to die among the outer disciples’ chaotic swords.
And now, she was greeting her with such good intentions.
“Greetings to you too. After years apart, how are your injuries? Have they healed?”
A year ago, the first thing she did after recovering her cultivation was to practice the Ninth Heavenly Layer to defeat Baili Xianrong.
Unfortunately, time was too tight, and the foundation of her offensive cultivation was unstable, resulting in a draw where both were injured.
Moreover, if she hadn’t ambushed first, even that draw might have been questionable.
Now that Baili Xianrong had come to their door, Yue Jin really didn’t have that much confidence.
When her injuries were mentioned, Baili Xianrong wasn’t angered. In front of outsiders, she always maintained that good temper and Sect Leader demeanor: “Of course, my injuries healed quickly. After all, they were only wounds on the body, not on the heart. Unlike some people who are timid, deliberately protecting their heart’s weakness, fearing others might harm them in the slightest.”
When they were exchanging paper kites back then, she already knew that her disciple Fu Lingyi and Yue Jin had feelings for each other. She hadn’t expected them to even hold a dao companion ceremony later, just not fully completed.
Yue Jin had guessed correctly. Baili Xianrong truly would threaten Fu Lingyi’s life the moment she came out of seclusion.
Even if that person was her most senior disciple for many years, the sole remaining child of her beloved Master.
“Everyone,” Baili Xianrong took a few steps forward. Facing her disciples, she occupied the moral high ground and had nothing to fear. “I’ve heard everything. This Demon Lord actually dared to treat my most cherished disciple like this… How can I explain this to her deceased mother, my Master?”
“Today, I, Baili Xianrong, shall personally act here to eliminate evil and defend the righteous path.”
The disciples cheered and jumped for joy. Feng Ruiyan was incredibly happy, but she saw Tao Lan’s face was solemn, unlike the others who were excited.
As soon as Baili Xianrong finished speaking, she struck with a sword. She didn’t unleash a myriad of swords like the other disciples but used only a single sword’s afterimage to entangle with Yue Jin.
Yue Jin took out her own Soul Guarding Bell from behind her and shook it three times.
One shake, stopping everyone’s actions. Two shakes, fixing the chaotic flying weapons. Three shakes, signaling her time to act.
Baili Xianrong watched wide-eyed as that person moved with ghostly steps, circling behind her. The fluttering red hem of her robe came into view. Baili Xianrong flipped her hand, immediately retracting her sword and slashing towards the neck of the person behind her.
Yue Jin quickly dodged. The sword only narrowly cut her hem, and a few strands of hair fell.
Benevolent Envoy immediately nocked an arrow but didn’t notice the secret sword hidden behind her, which slashed her arm.
If Evil Envoy hadn’t noticed and pulled her away, that arm would have been broken.
Yue Jin was distracted on both sides. While keeping an eye on whether those two were threatened, she was also busy dealing with the attacks in front of her, steadily being pushed back step by step.
She had gained many scrapes on her body, seemingly at a disadvantage, which made those two very anxious. Evil Envoy’s eyes darted around. She dragged Benevolent Envoy to a safe spot to hide, while she herself turned and went up the mountain.
“Demon Lord, what’s wrong? Can’t even resist this much?” Baili Xianrong grabbed Yue Jin’s collar and held her sword horizontally against her neck, whispering, “It seems your injuries are quite serious as well. How about this: you commit suicide here right now, and I’ll spare your Demonic Sect and safely bring Fu Lingyi back. How about it?”
Yue Jin pushed her away with a palm, creating distance. “Someone who enjoys slaughtering sects and destroying mountains, will they keep their promise?”
“Why be so stubborn and oppose me? Even if you cultivate the Ninth Heavenly Layer, what then? Yue Yuanqiu also cultivated it, and didn’t she still lose?”
Baili Xianrong summoned her sword to fly to her side and pointed its tip at Yue Jin’s brow. “If you don’t agree to my terms, then I’ll kill you here. When I return to Chongxiang Sword Sect , I will confine Fu Lingyi in the Disciplinary Hall every day and whip her hundreds or thousands of times daily, to comfort your spirit in heaven.”
Hate seeped from Yue Jin’s teeth, word by word: “You dare touch her and see!”
That person laughed wantonly.
“Dare to try, dare to try.”
The sword only flew halfway before being intercepted by another sword. Countless swords flew back and forth, blocking in front of Yue Jin.
Yue Jin looked up. She hoped that person would come, yet didn’t want to show her sorry state.
Every time, Fu Lingyi was like a savior, rescuing her from desperate situations.
This time, she was even opposing her Sect Leader and a crowd of Junior Sisters without knowing anything.
Only Fu Lingyi would treat her like this.
Her eyes reddened.
“Lingyi, what is the meaning of this?” Baili Xianrong withdrew her sword. Her smile was a bit stiff. “Could it be the demon cast some spell on you?”
Fu Lingyi was momentarily surprised by the robes Baili Xianrong was wearing, but she quickly reacted, her manners still impeccable. “Greetings, Sect Leader. I failed to welcome you upon your emergence from seclusion; it is truly my fault. I will accept punishment upon our return.”
Feng Ruiyan cried out: “Senior Sister! Senior Sister, are you alright! Did the demon do anything to you!”
Tao Lan’s expression changed. While those around didn’t notice, she secretly slipped away.
“Thank you all for your concern, I am fine.” Fu Lingyi turned around and saw Yun Lingyue also appear safe and sound, letting out a sigh of relief.
Just now, when Evil Envoy went to notify her, she was startled, worried that the Sect Leader’s abilities were strong and might harm Yue Jin, so she quickly flew down on her sword.
Evil Envoy hadn’t only notified her, but also Yun Lingyue.
Wu Bei was cautiously following behind Yun Lingyue. She wasn’t wearing her veil right now, and Yun Lingyue wasn’t paying attention to her.
“Everyone is here. Why don’t you tell us what’s going on, Lingyi?” Baili Xianrong withdrew her sword, waiting for her explanation.
Yun Lingyue saw her Senior Sister and quickly wanted to go over, but seeing her protecting the Demon Lord, her steps paused.
Fu Lingyi knew she couldn’t hide it any longer.
“Responding to Sect Leader, I and the Demon Lord, I and Yue Jin, are already married. She is my dao companion.”
Everyone was stunned. Even Yue Jin suddenly looked up, unable to believe she said it so directly.
Yun Lingyue didn’t believe it. She reached out a hand, wanting to touch her, to defend her. “Senior Sister… Senior Sister, your dao companion is Yue Qingshu. The mortal you met down the mountain back then. She just looks like the Demon Lord, how could it possibly be her… how could it possibly be her…”
“Lingyue, Yue Qingshu is Yue Jin.” Fu Lingyi interrupted her.
Yun Lingyue’s hand dropped powerlessly. She looked at Yue Jin, confirming for a long time, then shook her head desperately. “No, impossible, no, you actually, you’ve been lying to me all this time! Not a single person told me the truth!”
She finished shouting, ignored Fu Lingyi’s attempts to stop her, turned and rushed out of the crowd to flee. Wu Bei was extremely worried and chased after her.
In this battle, only Baili Xianrong won a victory.
Seeing the situation tilting in her favor, she almost burst into laughter. Her sword blade came out, attacking Yue Jin.
As long as Yue Jin was dead, with no body and no proof, no one could ever know about her past deeds.
Fu Lingyi defended her again. Her sword style was the Chongxiang Sword Sect ‘s core technique, naturally no match for the Sect Leader. So, her body’s movement changed, and the sword rose from below like picking flowers, switching to a new technique.
Baili Xianrong hadn’t anticipated it. She had learned all of Fu Qingxian’s techniques perfectly, but she had never seen this move.
Because this was a sword style Fu Lingyi created herself when she was little.
Back then, Venerable Yi Qing disliked sword techniques that weren’t from the righteous path and told her to give up her self-creation and learn the orthodox techniques of Chongxiang Sword Sect .
So she had buried this sword style in her heart all this time. Now, she had no choice but to use it. Although she wasn’t completely proficient, it was enough to deal with the still-injured Baili Xianrong for a while.
Yue Jin didn’t act, because she was staring blankly.
Among everyone present, she was the only one who had seen this sword style. Not only had she seen it, she had even used it in the training ground Yun Lingyue created for her. That was A’Ling’s sword style, danced for her in the snow when she was young, belonging to her alone.