Chapter 41041 Accustomed to her pain

Zhuang Rong'er's performance seemed to be beyond Yu Huansheng's expectations.

His expression relaxed a little, and he asked in surprise: "You don't know?"

Zhuang Rong'er stared at Yu Huansheng coldly, almost threatening him, and demanded, "Speak clearly."

But he fell silent and shifted his gaze away from Zhuang Rong'er's face.

The twisted silver hairpin was placed across his neck, but he still refused to open his mouth.

Zhuang Rong'er exerted force, cutting a bloody wound on the side of his neck. The blood that flowed out was an unusual color, a decadent dark purple.

Drops of blood fell into the spring, creating faint ripples. Yu Huansheng stared at the spreading waves and said in amazement, "In the sect competition that year, Jing Huai lost to me."

This is not what Zhuang Rong'er wants to hear.

She wasn't sure if her body was shaking the whole time, or if she was really annoyed by Yu Huansheng's evasiveness, so the silver hairpin penetrated deeper once more, causing a larger cut and causing Yu Huansheng to feel pain and take a brief breath.

But he seemed a little stubborn, refusing to change the subject, continuing absentmindedly, "...He only gave in because I broke a strand of his hair, and left first... Did he go looking for you?"

“…”

"Afterwards, he was forced to kneel for five days, flogged, and confined to the Jingsi Hall for three months."

Zhuang Rong'er's fingers became numb, and the silver hairpin fell from her hand, slipped into the spring water, and perhaps fell to the bottom silently.

Yu Huansheng's voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyelids were about to close involuntarily.

He began to talk nonsense, but every word he said could be clearly grasped by Zhuang Rong'er, as if it hit her heart heavily.

"He said he met a butterfly..."

"Butterflies are sensitive and will fly away if he suddenly approaches."

"He is good at waiting, but perhaps after that day, he will no longer have the chance to be stopped by a butterfly..."

"Really not..." He closed his eyes and murmured almost in a whisper, "He kept waiting until he was weathered in the ancient battlefield of Yuhunxu, but he still didn't wait..."

Yu Huansheng's head tilted and he fell into a coma.

Zhuang Rong'er's frozen body could not warm up for a long time. She raised her hand mechanically to draw out the water vortex, rolled up the fallen silver hairpin, picked it up again in her cold hand, and then poked Yu Huansheng's forehead with the hairpin.

She put two fingers together and placed them half a foot above Yu Huansheng's chest. She used her spiritual power to force the poisonous insect in his body out of the bloody mouth on his head and led it into her palm which had been pierced by the hairpin just now.

The poison that Yu Huansheng was poisoned by was difficult for ordinary people to treat, because it was not a pharmacological poison, but a Gu poison.

Yu Huanye was indeed good at Gu, but he couldn't be better than her.

Her body has been a breeding ground for poisonous insects since she was a child.

After all, this was the material that Ghost Grandma had crafted, the one that naturally activated the blood pool. It was the body she had meticulously prepared for her to possess, a body immune to all poisons...

A hundred years ago, the world was in chaos and the Battle of the Abyss was approaching. The Ghost Lady finally decided to "harvest" this formed body.

She could no longer be content to become a thing of the past in the world of cultivation as an old woman. She still had great ambitions to fulfill and could not waste her vitality in the day-to-day suffering.

Therefore, the price is that Zhuang Rong'er is trapped in the body-snatching array and her life is in danger. From then on, her existence will be erased, and the ghost lady will live again as her.

This was a conspiracy that had been brewing for decades. The talent that Zhuang Rong'er showed in her childhood became the target of disaster for her. From then on, she was deliberately cultivated into a cold-hearted, cold-blooded and indifferent personality, just because it would make it easier for the Ghost Lady to take over another person's body in the future - the owner of the body did not have too much attachment to the mortal world, and would not muster the will to resist when the body was taken over.

But the ghost lady got it wrong.

She didn't know that a "prop" placed in a dark and cold environment to grow would also have its own yearnings. She would be curious about bright and warm things, and would also be enraged by the brief moments of illumination she had once received, and would hold on to the remaining warmth and refuse to let go.

Zhuang Rong'er's desire to survive was so strong that Gui Lao was unable to force her to continue taking over her body. Even if she destroyed her body to the brink of death and made her fall into a coma for years, she still refused to let go.

—Those manifestations that were previously ignored began to contrast with this moment.

Zhuang Rong'er has been like this since she was a child. She refused to let go of the butterfly messenger even when she was beaten, and refused to admit her mistake for piling sand when she was abandoned. Every time she was heartbroken during the Gu test, she did not cry or make a fuss. She was only one step away from death many times, but she did not seem to be bothered much.

Why? She shouldn't have a deep connection with the world.

Growing up through hardships and experiencing more pain than happiness in life, what is she obsessed with?

…

The ghost lady's attempt to take over another's body failed.

Moreover, he was seriously injured while fighting against Zhuang Rong'er's telekinesis.

At that moment, perhaps she could have completely wiped out the unconquerable Zhuang Rong'er.

If the props are not to be used, they can only be destroyed and discarded.

But she didn't.

She kept Zhuang Rong'er alive.

Similarly, she would hug Zhuang Rong'er after crushing her butterfly envoy, throw Zhuang Rong'er into the wind and sand and then praise her for her improved insect control skills, keep testing poison on Zhuang Rong'er and train witches to cure her properly every time, deliberately put Zhuang Rong'er in danger and then go to find her afterwards.

Every inch of the trajectory matched, and the failure of the possession seemed to be destined.

Perhaps, the ghost lady is finally satisfied with her "work".

Even so, in the end, it couldn't be used by her and even backfired on her.

…

When Zhuang Rong'er woke up again, it was three years after the Battle of Jiyuan.

She forced the Ghost Lady to retreat and usurped the position of the master of Cuihuan Valley.

The day of the incident was very peaceful, with few casualties, except for the unrest in the blood pool and the loss of a group of poisonous insects.

She also did not kill the ghost lady.

The elderly woman who raised her laughed twice on that ordinary afternoon, and then left the poisonous sanctuary she had built.

Before leaving, she said, "The Battle of Jiyuan ended three years ago. Jing Huai died, but many others survived, like you and me."

In a casual way, tell her all that she has missed.

The Ghost Lady never appeared again, and it is unknown whether she is alive or dead.

…

Zhuang Rong'er never knew that when she was enduring the pain and fighting against the Ghost Grandma because she was thinking of Jing Huai, the person she was thinking of might be waiting outside her valley.

She was late for her appointment, first three years late, then a hundred years late.

In the end, he was never able to keep the appointment, and he remained forever in the forgotten ancient battlefield.

…

Hearing the sound of waves lapping, Nian You feared something had happened inside. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her voice and asked, "Valley Master, do you need any help?"

Silence, no response, not even the sound of normal activity.

"Valley Master? Young Sect Master?" Nian You's heart skipped a beat. The excessive silence made her unable to help but think wildly. She had previously felt that Zhuang Rong'er and Yu Huansheng didn't seem to get along. Now she didn't dare to wait any longer and hurriedly walked in.

But when she saw it, she was dumbfounded.

Yu Huansheng fell beside the Longevity Spring, his eyes closed, with a bloody wound on his forehead and neck, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

She was startled, but fortunately she used her hands to feel his breath and pulse, and could tell that most of the poison had been removed, with only some remaining.

A bent silver hairpin lay beside the stone wall, with bloodstains on the tip. If she was not mistaken, it was the hair ornament that had been pinned on Zhuang Rong'er's head before.

And Zhuang Rong'er herself... is nowhere to be found.

She was guarding outside the courtyard gate, and Zhuang Rong'er never left through the exit.

Nian You looked anxiously towards the West Mountain where the Changsheng Spring leaned against. The mountain scenery was quiet and all was silent. Where had she gone?

…

In the Longevity Spring in the backyard of Dongshan, Ah Huai sat with his clothes on and closed his eyes to rest.

He looked calm, yet he was constantly thinking.

He had also searched for information about "Jinghuai", but none of the classics he could access in Cuihuan Valley mentioned this name.

Several elders in Wuji Sect, especially Elder Jing Yimeng and his disciples from Tianjing Peak, mistook him for Jing Huai, but did not talk to him about Jing Huai.

Tianjing Peak was a branch peak that split from the main peak of Tianque Sect and joined Wuji Sect.

Yu Huansheng, who also called out Jing Huai's name to him in a trance, was also from the Tianque Sect.

Thus, Jing Huai's appearance was pieced together more realistically—a white-robed swordsman from the Tianque Sect, blindfolded, and a disciple of the old man in the underground school.

Ah Huai heard someone walking towards him from afar, so he interrupted his thoughts and opened his eyes.

Within two seconds, the little snake came in, looked around curiously, and said, "Master is not here?"

“…”

Ah Huai remained silent.

He is the only one here.

"Strange, Nianyou is looking for her everywhere." The little snake bit its lip, "But judging from the blood resonance, the master hasn't left Yingyue Palace. Why can't he find her at all?"

...Zhuang Rong'er is missing?

"Never mind. I guess my master is tired of dealing with those nagging righteous people and found a place to hide and rest." The little snake tried to convince himself. "My master used to often find time to go to the back mountain of Cuihuan Valley... Sometimes when the Gu test was too painful, she would bury herself in the ground... This time she went to detoxify Yu Huansheng, so I guess she used the trick of refining the Gu with her own body again... Hey, what are you doing?"

The little snake was halfway through his speech when he saw Ah Huai suddenly stand up from the Longevity Fountain.

"...I'll go find her."

"You want to go to the mountains behind Yingyue Palace to find your master?" the little snake wondered. "Why do you have to disturb her?"

……disturb?

Ah Huai knew very well how much Xiaoshe valued and loved Zhuang Rong'er, but even he was accustomed to Zhuang Rong'er's pain.

This realization made his heart sink suddenly, and his eyes looked at the little snake a little darker.

That’s right, this white snake has always been fond of Zhuang Rong’er’s blood.

The blood-resonating bond between them as master and servant is essentially rooted in pain.

Ah Huai said no more, but behind him he could still hear the little snake's disapproving words: "The mountains here are full of miasma in the evening, and the entrance is full of mutant sand ginger, which we snakes hate the most. Even if you die in there, I won't go in to save you! If you really find your master and disturb her cultivation, don't blame her for hating you!"

Of course, he had experience, so he was kind enough to persuade Ah Huai.

There was another time before when he found Zhuang Rong'er and she threw him to a tree far away. His body got tangled in the branches and it took him a long time to untie it.

This advice was the blood and tears of his predecessor, but Ah Huai turned a deaf ear to it.

"I don't know what's good for me!"

The little snake stared at his back, thinking to himself, if he wants to die, then go ahead! When his master throws him up the tree, he will then look back at the Xingluohai under the sea and beg for mercy. Humph!