"I rescued you from the slave traders and went to great lengths to pave the way for your future, removing any obstacles that might hinder your cultivation path and creating a favorable environment for your practice."

Do you know why? Because I see my past reflected in you. I don't want you to relive the suffering I endured on my path of cultivation.

But how have you repaid me? I was truly blind to have raised such an ungrateful wretch who can't distinguish right from wrong!

Ning Ruoxue was verbally abused to the point of being completely humiliated; every word she uttered uttered drastically changed her perception of Mu Qiuyao.

But she simply couldn't accept this fact: "No, it's impossible!"

You just want to use me to prove how perfect you, the Empress Xuantian, are. How could you possibly be thinking of me in every way?

"No way, you're lying to me!"

Mu Qiuyao sneered: "Lie to you? With my current status and power, do I need such petty tricks?"

You yourself regard your devotion to me as a means of manipulating people's hearts, and you never want to believe the truth.

Ning Ruoxue, five hundred years have passed. In the mortal world, someone your age should be enjoying the incense offerings of the ancestral hall.

Why don't they even have the slightest thought of finding out the truth? In cultivation, time knows no bounds; the slightest carelessness can lead to utter destruction.

You have truly disappointed me, having failed to live up to my expectations.

Ning Ruoxue remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and said, "Mu Qiuyao, do you think I would believe these carefully crafted lies of yours?"

"I admit defeat today. Do with me as you please, but do you think I'll feel even a shred of remorse? Absolutely not!"

Mu Qiuyao took a light breath, and finally let go of the last bit of attachment she had for this disciple.

Ning Ruoxue is beyond redemption.

Ning Ruoxue interpreted Mu Qiuyao's silence as guilt and continued to provoke her, "Hehe, Mu Qiuyao, actually you're quite pitiful. You've spent your whole life pursuing immortality, living amidst a world full of interests and scheming."

But you have overlooked the most precious emotion in this world. In your two thousand years of cultivation, have you ever met someone who loves you?

You are so beautiful, so noble. Your aloof demeanor makes you seem untouched by worldly concerns, as if all things in the world are but ants in your eyes.

You never even glance at them, because your heart has never experienced the nourishment of love.

You don't know what love is, nor how to love.

Your heart is like an iceberg; no one can get close to it.

You've grown accustomed to solitude, accustomed to living alone. You've shut yourself off in a small world, not allowing anyone in.

You're truly pathetic. While I may be far inferior to you in terms of ability and cunning, I've found the love of my life. In that respect, I've won by far too much.

Because of love, I will have no regrets even if I die.

After saying that, she looked at Lin Feng with gentle eyes and said softly, "Feng, your appearance is like a candle, illuminating my dark life."

"To have met you in this life, I would rather die than regret it!"

Lin Feng frowned, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, fearing that if Ning Ruoxue continued speaking, he would be killed by Mu Qiuyao with a single palm strike.

"I got goosebumps all over. How did she manage to say something so embarrassingly outrageous in public?"

Shen Zhao felt nauseous immediately upon hearing this, and put his hand on Ding Bu'er's shoulder, gagging repeatedly.

Yu Xiyan frowned, her eyes fixed on Lin Feng.

So, it turns out that Raymond Lam had already been using such sweet words to other women back then?

Is it the Pure Yang Body, or the Myriad Paths of Slavery, or both?

None of that mattered anymore; Yu Xiyan only felt a wave of nausea.

She had actually caused Shen Zhao's death because of this man!

She couldn't help but look at Shen Zhao, only to find him staring at Lin Feng with a playful expression, his eyes casual yet revealing a hint of coldness.

"You love him? Your candlelight? Hahaha!"

Mu Qiuyao laughed, her mockery spreading throughout the entire Biyun Immortal Palace, as if she had heard a joke.

Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He was about to tell Ning Ruoxue to stop talking when Ning Ruoxue spoke first: "Yes! I love him! Mu Qiuyao, this time, you can no longer stop me from choosing this path. I'm not afraid of anything!"

"good!"

The laughter stopped, replaced by Mu Qiuyao's icy expression.

"Then today I will turn your candlelight into a furnace, and throw it into the filthiest brothel in the world, so that he may be afflicted with an unspeakable disease and suffer a fate worse than death!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.

In his past life, he had never realized that Mu Qiuyao was so cruel. Even if she was, she wouldn't have used such cruel methods on him!

how so?

Could it be that Mu Qiuyao was jealous because he was with Ning Ruoxue?

But in my past life, I had offended both of them.

Although he was not familiar with Mu Qiuyao at the moment, Lin Feng believed that with his stunningly handsome face and pure yang body, he could still charm her even without developing feelings for her.

It must be because of Ning Ruoxue. If it weren't for her, Mu Qiuyao would definitely have accepted her again.

Yes, that's right, that's how it is.

It's all my fault for being too hasty and angering Mu Qiuyao, which is why Mu Qiuyao treats me this way.

Upon hearing that Lin Feng was to be turned into a furnace and sent to the filthy red-light district to be played with by those rotten men covered in diseases, Ning Ruoxue immediately panicked:

"No! You can come at me with whatever you want, but you absolutely cannot hurt A-Feng, Mu Qiuyao. Just kill me, as long as you let Lin Feng go!"

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