After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 63

“If you speak of the one who truly stirred up this trouble…” Song Yin’s unfinished words were self-evident, pointing to the person not here.
Baili Xianrong.
Many, many years ago, the Imperial Prince of this country had many children. Each child had their own aspirations and paths – protecting the nation, pursuing trade and wealth – all shining brightly in their own corners of the country.
Only her most beloved youngest daughter, Fu Qingxian, displayed astonishing genius and exceptional talent in the path of cultivation. Her name, Qingxian, meaning ‘Pure Immortal’, reflected the beautiful, earnest hopes he had for her.
Many years later, the Chongxiang Sword Sect was founded. It widely accepted disciples and opened the path of cultivation to the world, giving all sentient beings the chance to seek immortality.
Until those two individuals simultaneously knocked on the sect’s gates, becoming the personal disciples of the Sect Leader.
One was the eldest daughter of a noble family, and the other was a little beggar who dared to climb the mountain and seek apprenticeship with just a wooden stick she’d picked up.
Fu Qingxian never cared about the disciples’ status, high or low, nor did she need external support. She simply took in Baili Xianrong and Yue Yuanqiu like that.
Somehow, the balance that had initially been held perfectly even began to tilt.
Born as the daughter of the Great Crane Prefecture’s Mistress, Baili Xianrong had access to endless resources from a young age. Her life’s path was broad and smooth; no matter where she went, there were people to clear the way and lay the stones for her.
Because of this, she had never encountered a rival and had never known failure.
Except for that person.
If ‘genius’ described Baili Xianrong, then ‘prodigy’ could only barely encompass Yue Yuanqiu. Her exceptional spiritual root and learning ability, her innate social skills that made her good with people, and her novel ideas.
Yes, novel.
Yue Yuanqiu told Fu Qingxian that instead of strictly adhering to orthodox cultivation methods and progressing step by step from the foundation, one could change direction and perhaps reach the heavens in a single stride.
Such a notion was truly rebellious and heretical; even now, no one would accept it.
But Fu Qingxian was indeed Fu Qingxian. She truly liked this disciple of hers, was very understanding of her new ideas, was willing to support her, and even secretly allocated more resources to her.
It was here that Baili Xianrong felt her first defeat in life.
She couldn’t compare to Yue Yuanqiu in terms of cultivation progress, and her arrogant personality caused her to hit walls everywhere in her relationships with others. Not to mention, her Master’s favor didn’t linger much on her.
This wasn’t hatred, but rather a burning desire to excel, a need to be strong in every aspect, yet she was surpassed by someone else at every turn.
Her unhappiness, her inner turmoil, reached Yue Yuanqiu’s ears.
Yue Yuanqiu left.
She didn’t want to cause trouble for her Master, Fu Qingxian, so she decided to seek a new place, somewhere she could freely pursue her own ideas.
The Palace Master of Qingyuan Palace was easygoing and agreeable, someone easy to talk to. Qingyuan Mountain itself was a tranquil treasure land for cultivation.
Even after she left, Fu Qingxian didn’t forget her. They often used ‘Qingyuan,’ a special magic artifact Yue Yuanqiu had created herself, to communicate and remember each other fondly. Their connection was like the threads of a lotus root – impossible to break or cut, only capable of confusing the minds of outsiders.
This easily confused Baili Xianrong’s heart and awakened her inner demon.
She began to imitate Yue Yuanqiu’s way of handling affairs and interacting with people. She practiced smiling deeply into her eyes in front of the mirror and intensified her cultivation, seeking only to gain Fu Qingxian’s special regard.
Until Fu Qingxian had a daughter.
The attention she had already given Baili Xianrong was pitifully little, but with this child, it decreased even more. She even often didn’t return to the Chongxiang Sword Sect , staying at the foot of the mountain to accompany her sickly, weak daughter.
She couldn’t clearly describe that emotion. It didn’t feel like the relationship between a disciple and a Master; it was more like, jealousy and hatred.
The inner demon consumed her soul.
Baili Xianrong secretly went down the mountain, seeking Fu Qingxian’s location. Near her, she stirred up conflicts among mortals, slaughtered innocent people, and framed Yue Yuanqiu, who had already become the Palace Master of Qingyuan Palace.
This was her first act of revenge.
The Great Divine-Demonic War ten years ago was her doing; she interfered and killed Venerable Sheng Ming, who was Venerable Yi Qing’s elder sister.
Venerable Yi Qing was a master of the Emotionless Path, without much emotion. All along, she had caused Baili Xianrong to stumble and fall many times.
This was her second act of revenge.
Eventually, she couldn’t distinguish if it was the inner demon controlling her or if it was simply what her heart desired to do.
Until that day, at the final moment of the Great Divine-Demonic War, Baili Xianrong hid to the side and ambushed, killing Wu Hen, who was confronting Fu Qingxian.
Her face was covered in blood, her eyes full of a hopeful smile, as she begged for Fu Qingxian’s praise: “Master, I saved you! I did it! Aren’t I amazing?”
But her Master stared blankly at Wu Hen’s corpse, her eyes empty. There was no praise, no blame.
She simply said:
“Go, Baili Xianrong.”
Go? Go where? She had helped her Master eliminate opponents, saved her life, yet at this moment, she was told to leave.
Even after resorting to every means possible, even changing her personality, she still couldn’t gain a shred of her pity.
By the time she realized what was happening, she was holding a sword in one hand and embracing the gradually cooling body of Fu Qingxian with the other.
Many things happened before she even realized it.
For example, when Venerable Sheng Ming knelt and begged her to spare her own younger sister, she didn’t react.
When she planned to kill the little girl Fu Qingxian had found, Yue Yuanqiu intervened and snatched her away, and she didn’t react.
When Fu Lingyi grabbed her and asked, she didn’t react, blurting out: “It was I who saved your mother.”
That’s right, she was the one who saved her, even though she was also the one who killed her.
When Song Yin finished speaking, everyone drew a sharp breath. No one could have imagined that the Chongxiang Sword Sect ‘s Sect Leader, who usually appeared so peaceful and composed, would be such a demon.
Yue Jin leaned against Fu Lingyi’s embrace, her breath faint: “This kind of thing, why didn’t you say so earlier…?”
Song Yin chuckled: “Heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed! It wasn’t time to say yet, was it? Besides, if I had said it earlier, no one would have believed me anyway, and they probably would have beaten me up.”
Only now, when everyone truly realized that person’s true face, could some people recall the subtle clues.
“Could it be that all of this has nothing to do with the Demonic Path? That they’ve managed to wash their hands of it completely?”
Someone raised the question, and sounds of agreement rose continuously, echoing without end. The chasm of many years could not be completely bridged by just a few words.
Yun Lingyue stood a little distance away from the crowd. She released Wu Bei so the latter could go and properly examine Yue Jin’s injuries. She was still caught in the shadow of deception; the crowd’s commotion felt distant, and she couldn’t bring herself to join in.
A blade of cold light, like a swimming snake, crept up her neck.
“Don’t move.”
The blade pressed against her jawline, slicing open a trickle of blood that flowed ceaselessly.
“That’s a well-woven tale,” Baili Xianrong sneered. She was no longer wearing her white robes, but a dark violet-blue patterned magic artifact that swirled with starlight. “Fu Qingxian is dead. You can say whatever you want, spin whatever story you like. I don’t care.”
“My only regret is that for all these years, I left you alive.”
She meant Fu Lingyi, keeping Yun Lingyue firmly restrained, her smile vanishing. “It’s all your fault! The Chongxiang Sword Sect ‘s decline from its peak was because of you! Letting you live for another ten years only proves my benevolence. I ask for nothing else – now, kill yourself in front of everyone immediately. Otherwise, I’ll slice her throat with one strike.”
Fu Lingyi watched her, teeth clenched in hatred, as she spoke. Her hands, clenched into fists inside her sleeves, were drawing blood.
After the wars in the mortal realm ended, she had returned to her hometown until the Great Divine-Demonic War ten years ago. That year, she was summoned repeatedly, and quickly flew to the Chongxiang Sword Sect by controlling her sword, only to find her mother’s corpse.
Baili Xianrong stood before her and claimed to be her mother’s personal disciple and life-saving benefactor. She persuaded Yi Qing to take her in, and she formally became a disciple of the Chongxiang Sword Sect .
From that moment on, for ten years, she hadn’t known a single good day. Venerable Yi Qing didn’t concern herself with matters, and Baili Xianrong dumped all the sect’s affairs onto her shoulders alone. The disciples within the sect resented her, this ‘heaven-sent’ Senior Sister, and made things difficult for her everywhere.
But she always remembered that the Sect Leader was her mother’s benefactor. She had to help the Sect Leader share the burden, share the heavy responsibility of the entire sect. Even when she was sent to the Disciplinary Hall, she took the blame, not speaking out or uttering a single protest. Venerable Yi Qing forced her to abandon the free cultivation methods her mother had taught her and to forget the sword techniques she had created herself. Worse still, she kept her trapped at a certain realm for years, preventing any breakthrough.
But during those difficult times, she always told herself this was what she had to do. She had to shoulder the great responsibility, had to bear the burden, had to uphold the entire Chongxiang Sword Sect for her mother.
Now this person stood before her and told her clearly and brightly.
That everything that had happened before, every single thing, was fake, done out of revenge.
She had actually respected and revered her mother’s murderer for so many years.
“No!” Yue Jin clutched her abdomen and stood up. She tugged at Fu Lingyi’s sleeve, her grip tight. “A’Ling, don’t be foolish! Even if you kill yourself, she won’t let Yun Lingyue go!”
“Tsk, Sect Leader, isn’t taking my life a bit pointless?”
Yun Lingyue furrowed her brow. She had seen too many reversals lately and was feeling somewhat indifferent. “By that logic, shouldn’t you go for the demon over there? Even if you kill me, do you really think you can escape?”
“Escape? The word ‘escape’ doesn’t exist in my life,” Baili Xianrong pressed the blade deeper, staring into her eyes. “Ling Yue, I didn’t expect you to be so sharp-tongued. It’s a pity. I originally had high hopes for you. I intended to torment Fu Lingyi to death and then promote you to be my personal chief disciple, allowing you to inherit the Sect Leader position in the future. But this group of people completely ruined our plan, didn’t they?”
She easily twisted “I” into “we,” truly believing Yun Lingyue would feel a hint of regret upon hearing this and make common cause with her. To her surprise, Yun Lingyue merely sneered. She never cared about external fame; hearing such things only struck her as amusing.
“It seems your plan was ruined, doesn’t it? What does that have to do with me? Right now, all I want is to string up that short little demon over there and roast her over a brazier. Anything else, I couldn’t care less about.”
“Such backbone. Truly worthy of someone who follows behind Fu Lingyi every day. That look of yours is just as irritating as hers.”
Baili Xianrong lost face. She hated being disrespected the most, hated the feeling of others not fawning over her.
“That’s right. Your life isn’t worth this.”
Before her words were finished, the blade lashed out fiercely. No matter if an immortal descended to the mortal realm, they wouldn’t survive such a heavy strike.
Everyone was shocked, and Fu Lingyi rushed forward.
But Yun Lingyue was unharmed. She wasn’t in her previous spot; instead, she appeared behind the crowd. She touched her neck, finding only a small trace of blood from the recent cut.
A figure collapsed heavily onto the ground, falling at Baili Xianrong’s feet.
Yue Jin saw clearly who it was. Unable to cry out, she rushed forward, one step ahead of Fu Lingyi.
Wu Bei, covered in blood, had taken Yun Lingyue’s place.