Wu Bei had a low cultivation level and lacked sufficient cultivation, and she loved to flirt and cause trouble everywhere she went.
To reduce the number of times she was beaten, she possessed a unique technique, one that only she in the entire Qingyuan Palace knew.
It was called Spatial Shift.
By swapping herself with someone else, she could escape farther and be harder to find.
In a moment of crisis, she swapped places with Yun Lingyue, taking the blade strike for her.
The blade technique was profound. Baili Xianrong struck with killing intent, wishing she could sever her neck. Blood gushed out, as if a vast expanse of roses had been spread across the ground.
Yue Jin endured the intense pain, falling to the ground, her trembling hands reaching to cover Wu Bei’s wound.
But the blood from the wound wouldn’t stop flowing, and the eyes of the person lying on the ground grew unfocused, their life force becoming weak.
Yun Lingyue stood there in a daze, watching the person she had once deeply hated, dying just as she had wished.
It was clearly as she had wished, wasn’t it?
But why did her heart ache so much she couldn’t breathe?
Baili Xianrong was also stunned. She looked down at her feet, then looked up at the distant Yun Lingyue, completely ignoring Fu Lingyi’s sword pointed at her throat. Nobody knew what she was thinking.
A moment later, she let out a long laugh, facing the sky.
“Master, oh Master, why can I not get even a sliver of affection from you!”
Baili Xianrong babbled nonsense, her inner demons surging, her eyes filling with blood and turning red.
The past was forever suppressed in her heart.
Wu Bei’s body gradually grew cold.
Shui Yiqiu was powerless. No matter how she could cure the world’s strangest illnesses, she still couldn’t bring people back from the dead.
Yun Lingyue walked forward. She reached out and touched Wu Bei’s cheek, pushing aside the messy hair on her face.
She thought many, many things, and she also had many, many things she wanted to say.
But she hadn’t even finished speaking, so how could that person just die?
From the first time they got close, she had deceived her, deceiving her cruelly, causing her great suffering.
Making herself dispirited during that time had all been a joke.
When she was heartbroken, what was this person thinking? Was she gloating? Did she know she had been deceived and would be in extreme pain?
Since that was the case, why leave her now? She had so many things she hadn’t asked clearly, so many matters…
What she most wanted to ask was why she had saved her.
As she got closer, the waist of the person beneath her glowed faintly.
Although Wu Bei always talked and joked, saying she had been tricked by Song Yin and demanding money back, and always claimed that thin jade piece was useless.
But she still always carried it on her, never taking it off for a single moment.
After all, this jade piece only glowed when she was near Yun Lingyue.
Her fated person.
The two of them were like intertwined red threads, inseparable for eternity.
The thin jade piece’s light grew more dazzling. It extended trails of light from beneath her clothes, avoiding everyone, and wrapped towards Wu Bei’s neck.
That time Ji Peilan struck with killing intent, it was this jade that saved her. It was the same this time.
Baili Xianrong retreated several steps, watching with wide eyes as the resurrection technique appeared before her.
That was a technique she had desperately sought for many years but had failed to find.
She had thought of resurrecting Fu Qingxian.
Wu Bei took a big gulp of air, coughed several times, and sat up. Yue Jin was incredulous, rushing up to hug her, but before she could even speak, she was pulled away by a dark-faced Yun Lingyue and thrown aside.
Wu Bei hadn’t even caught her breath when she saw that person staring intently at her, scaring her into holding her breath, her face full of cautiousness.
“What were you trying to prove?” Yun Lingyue knelt down, grabbed her collar, and pulled her face close to her own. “Your cultivation level is so weak, don’t tell me you thought you could save me? Or were you trying to use your death to awaken my guilt towards you? Dream on! I will never forgive you in this lifetime!”
“I…”
“Don’t ‘I’ me, listen up!” Yun Lingyue’s fury was towering, at this moment wishing she could skin her and pull out her bones. “You’ve deceived me once or twice, don’t ever think of deceiving me a third time! From this day forward, your life belongs to me! Even if you die again, I will dig your corpse out of the ground!”
Wu Bei didn’t dare to move at all. She only dared to shake her head, then nod, her delicate face incredibly pale from blood loss.
Fu Lingyi didn’t look away, her sword still raised, to prevent Baili Xianrong from making any unpredictable moves.
And she hadn’t guessed wrong.
Baili Xianrong’s mind was unstable, completely controlled by her inner demons.
“Resurrection…”
“The resurrection technique, give it to me! This technique…”
“Give me this technique!”
Her blade gripped in hand, she executed a flying blade flourish, wind gathering beneath her feet, and charged directly at her!
Fu Lingyi met her move.
Her dark purple and blue patterned clothes glinted with flowing light and radiance. No matter what kind of injury she received, she could immediately be healed.
The Alliance disciples watched the unbelievable events before them, not daring to rashly intervene. They formed a semi-circle, gripping their magic artifacts, only waiting for someone to create an opening.
Yue Jin saw that Fu Lingyi was at a disadvantage and was extremely worried.
The Benevolent Envoy and the Evil Envoy stepped forward to protect her, wielding the Cloud Chasing Arrow and Soul Guarding Bell, acting in sync, but were forced back by Baili Xianrong, unable to resist.
Even if Wu Ju attacked, she still couldn’t be stopped.
That person was like a killing god entwined with purgatory.
Fu Lingyi was slashed in the shoulder by a blade strike, and half of her beautiful hair was cut away, the strands scattering in the air. She clutched her right shoulder, the pain unbearable.
“Yue Jin! Catch!”
Song Yin’s voice came from behind. Her Heaven’s Mystery Disk flew into the air; the sphere collided and became a sword hilt, with the front extending into a long sword. Yue Jin raised her hand and gripped the sword’s end.
Ye Yushuang’s whip lashed out, hooking Baili Xianrong’s wrist, but Ye Yushuang was almost pulled over. Luckily, layers of vines grew beneath her feet, tying her legs tightly and fixing her in place.
As soon as she turned her head, Wu Ju was looking at her with a beaming smile.
At this moment, all thoughts of demonic cultivators and deep hatred seemed to have scattered in the wind.
Baili Xianrong’s hand gripping her blade was entangled by the whip, her body bound tightly with thorny vines, unable to move.
Her vision was bloodshot. The last thing she could see were the tips of two swords.
Yue Jin and Fu Lingyi each held a sword, using the same sword technique, working in concert. The two swords went straight into her chest.
In the last moment before her death, she glanced at Fu Lingyi’s face.
Clearly she had hated her so much for snatching away all of Fu Qingxian’s attention, so why had she still kept her for ten years?
Perhaps it was that similar face, and that look in her eyes every time she looked down – stubborn yet unyielding.
Making her recall the scene when she had just entered Chongxiang Sword Sect as a disciple, and Fu Qingxian took her hand and smiled faintly at her.
Baili Xianrong collapsed heavily to the ground. Her blade fell to the side; the hand that had killed countless people now unable to pick up any magic artifact.
Now it was the crowd’s turn to be on guard. They refused to put down their magic artifacts, afraid that this group of demonic cultivators from Qingyuan Palace would make any unusual moves.
But they were simply deflated.
Simply supporting each other.
“The one who brought chaos to the world is dead. Qingyuan Palace will never again participate in anything regarding the cultivation world. If anyone else comes knocking to provoke and disturb the peace of my Qingyuan Palace, this Venerable One will absolutely not show mercy again!”
As soon as Yue Jin said this, the Alliance members retreated. Ye Yushuang even bared her teeth at them, copying the Evil Envoy and making a face.
Feng Ruiyan pushed through the crowd, rushing out from the middle, and shouted loudly: “Senior Sister Fu! Will you still return to Chongxiang Sword Sect ?”
Fu Lingyi did not turn her head.
That place that could once be called home was now not what it once was.
Yue Jin felt anxious. She was worried Fu Lingyi wanted to go back, so she tentatively asked the woman leaning on her: “A-Ling?”
“Do you still remember what I said before? Does it still count?”
Fu Lingyi looked into her eyes, her gaze deep. Yue Jin immediately understood which words she meant.
Across rivers, lakes, mountains, and lands, no matter where they went, she would always stay with her.
“Of course it counts!” She smiled brightly, like peach blossoms in March. “I will always stay with you, A-Ling, forever and ever.”
From the day they first met amidst the heavy snow, she had decided she would never be separated from the person before her.
The wind and snow were still the same. After twists and turns, the person by her side was still unchanged from that year.
Seasons passed, and another winter arrived. Wind and snow adorned the Qingyuan Palace branches like silver. The disciples were busy welcoming spring; everywhere was full of joy and a scene of peace and harmony.
After that day’s events concluded, Yun Lingyue returned to Chongxiang Sword Sect , taking Wu Bei with her. Not long after, she became the Sect Leader. Although Chongxiang Sword Sect was slightly in decline at that moment, with her, this ruthless Sect Leader, present, the various disciples instead cultivated more diligently than before.
It’s just that everyone often saw a clear-faced, young woman escaping from the Sect Leader’s room, but unfortunately, she never escaped more than a few steps before being caught and dragged back.
Yaoguang Pavilion put in great effort in eliminating Baili Xianrong, and their status in the cultivation world returned. Ye Yushuang occasionally still ran to Qingyuan Mountain to find them, until she was blinded by their display of affection and angrily went down the mountain.
Song Yin, as the Sect Leader of Linghua Sect, was leisurely every single day. She especially liked going to cultivation tabloids as a special guest, spreading all sorts of gossip everywhere.
Under her intentional or unintentional efforts, everyone gradually accepted that demonic cultivators were actually just cultivators with different cultivation methods. The outside world’s criticism of Qingyuan Palace decreased, returning them a measure of peace and quiet.
Meanwhile, Yue Jin was leading Fu Lingyi down the mountain, wandering leisurely around Nanyang Prefecture.
“A-Ling, why aren’t you wearing clothes like before anymore…”
Yue Jin stuck to her, acting spoiled. Long ago, she had seriously and solemnly confessed to Fu Lingyi that she had never lost her memory, and while the other woman was thinking, she was so nervous she almost melted in the sun.
She didn’t expect the other woman to be silent for a while before bursting out laughing and saying she had known all along.
It turned out the secret that had troubled her for so long, the days of painful turmoil, were actually not a big deal at all.
The two of them were finally honest with each other. Since Yue Jin was a bit younger, she presumed upon her favor greatly, clinging to Fu Lingyi every day, just waiting for her to soften her heart and agree to anything she wanted.
This time, Fu Lingyi also smiled dotingly. She rubbed Yue Jin’s face, tucking the strand of braided hair in front of her behind her ear. “Ever since settling down in Chongxiang Sword Sect ,” she said, “I was always afraid others would say I was too ostentatious. I haven’t worn them for many years, and now most of them are lost.”
“I want to see, I want to see! A-Ling, you like purple, so wear it for me to see, okay?” Yue Jin rubbed her face against her hand, slightly raising her gaze, a hint of slyness flashing in her eyes. “Or, you don’t have to wear them out… just wear them for me to see, only me, at that time. That’s fine too…”
She received a light tap on her head, a gentle one, not putting much strength into it.
“As expected of a demonic leader, how many people have you said such things to?”
Yue Jin raised her hand and swore an oath, vowing that from beginning to end, she had only ever been like this with her, and would forever only be like this with her alone.
As the two of them were laughing and fooling around, a short girl wearing red clothes ran past them, caught by Yue Jin’s peripheral vision.
She followed the red-clothed girl’s figure, seeing her run into the distance, holding hands with another girl in green clothes.
Yue Jin smiled. She tugged at Fu Lingyi: “Look, don’t those two children look like us?”
Fu Lingyi also looked in the direction of her finger, her heart warming. “They really do a bit,” she said.
However, just a moment later, another girl wearing white clothes rushed over, separating their hands, standing in the middle and pouting her little face.
Doesn’t look like it anymore.
Now, it’s more like…
Fu Lingyi also saw it. She lowered her gaze slightly, then immediately turned around, pulling Yue Jin away.
The grievances of the previous generation… in the next life, she hoped they wouldn’t follow the same path.
Just like the bright spring scenery, just like that year, that time, when you and I first met.
Author Note: Oh, it’s finally finished. Soon there will also be extras for Xiao Bei and Xiao Yue, Fu Qingxian, Yuanqiu, and Baili Xianrong, as well as sweet daily life chapters.
After finishing writing, it felt like the characters in the story accompanied me for a journey, and with the reader babies who have been following along, the road of writing wasn’t lonely at all.
Anyway…
Finished! Scatters flowers!