Chapter 78

Chu Jiye wanted to turn around, but what moved even faster than him was a pen that pierced straight into his heart.

The sounds of the surrounding guests fell silent for a moment, and everything became blurred, even the magnificent platform and the colors of the mountains and seas seemed illusory.

Chu Jiye reached out and grabbed her pen, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as a result of the backlash.

"You remembered?"

Sheng Ningyu nodded casually: "Not entirely, but more or less."

The next second, in front of Chu Jiye, she raised her hand without warning and unleashed a flame, destroying the marriage contract and shattering the blood-red marriage pact.

Sheng Ningyu remained unmoved, only looking at Chu Jiye's eyes, which had suddenly turned bloodshot, and his staggering figure as he walked away, she sighed regretfully.

She didn't want to act so easily and wanted to get more information out of him, but she accidentally let slip a name.

However, there is one thing that is ultimately her fault.

Sheng Ningyu shifted her gaze, "Back then, I commissioned someone to teach me some techniques of substitution and deception to change the blood in the marriage contract. This was my fault."

Chu Jiye twitched the corner of his mouth, blood gushing from his chest, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked at her, gave a self-deprecating smile, and spoke with certainty.

"You saw him again."

This illusion has changed many times for Chu Jiye.

However, as long as Sheng Ningyu was a swordsman, she would abandon him; as long as Sheng Ningyu was with other people, she would accompany them and simply blend him into the crowd...

Whenever that person appears, no matter when or where, Sheng Ningyu will propose to break off the engagement.

Even the name "Chang'an," which he was so proud of and which originated from her, was originally prepared by her for someone else.

"I have heard that people in the mortal world all need to be given a courtesy name."

Under the lamplight, Chu Jiye watched as Sheng Ningyu said to that person, "You are good-looking, have high cultivation, and lack nothing... In my opinion, you should just take the courtesy name 'Chang'an'."

What do you mean?

May you enjoy lasting peace in every lifetime.

With that person's casual glance, Chu Jiye felt extremely ironic. In an instant, his blood rushed to his head, and his face turned ashen, as if his internal organs were being cut by a knife.

What he cared so much about, even pleading with his father to get his family to accept this worldly title, turned out to be nothing more than stealing from others.

Chang'an, Chang'an.

If she hadn't lost her memory, this name wouldn't have belonged to him.

Time and time again, nothing belonged to him. Even when he abandoned his pride and tried to imitate Xie Qianjing, he couldn't succeed.

Chu Jiye loved the bright, pure, and aloof moon, but at this moment he also hated the moon hanging high in the sky.

It doesn't shine on me alone.

Chu Jiye knelt on the ground, the blood adding a touch of intensity to his already handsome face.

"Is this all you care about?" Chu Jiye said in a low voice, his voice trembling, yet containing a twisted and eerie smile.

"Sister Mingyue...it hurts so much right now."

He still looks like he did when he was a boy, with delicate features, just like a pampered young master from a noble family. However, the expression between his brows reveals that his mind is not as naive as his appearance suggests.

Chu Jiye clutched his chest, large amounts of blood gushing from his heart and flowing through his fingers onto the ground. He seemed oblivious, tilting his head to look at the winding trail of blood on the ground.

He spoke in an almost coquettish tone: "You almost killed me, and I didn't even fight back."

Sheng Ningyu was taken aback. She understood what he meant, but even so, she found it increasingly unbelievable.

Sheng Ningyu lowered her head, scrutinizing Chu Chang'an's expression, finding it somewhat absurd: "Do you really think that your sword strike is equivalent to the suffering I once endured? Or do you think I would comfort you like I used to?"

As she spoke, the jade pen once again mercilessly pierced Chu Jiye's heart, digging deep, again and again.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and the blood blurred Chu Jiye's vision, making the man's reflection appear even more radiant.

"Sister Mingyue," Chu Jiye looked up, gazing wistfully, "when did you think of this this time?"

When did you think of it?

Chu Jiye's heart clenched violently, and he abruptly raised his head.

Sheng Ningyu met his gaze and said calmly, "All my memories make me believe in you and admire you, but I still have some doubts."

Even this illusory inner demon could not alter her in the slightest.

Sheng Ningyu interrupted him, her tone still calm: "Chu Chang'an, release the person immediately, or I will truly draw my sword."

Upon hearing this, Chu Jiye's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly began to smile.

"You finally called my name."

At the same time, countless demonic energies swirled out from behind him, instantly converging and blocking all paths.

If you're willing to take action, you'll inevitably create weaknesses.

Sheng Ningyu raised an eyebrow, drew her longsword, and at the same time, the spiritual bone in her right hand completely fused into her body.

She heard distorted and bizarre cries in her ears, and demonic energy enveloped her tightly, making everything in the world seem upside down.

Sheng Ningyu drew her sword, its light piercing the dawn, its chilling aura biting!

"break!"

The black light suddenly broke through, but was suppressed again in an instant, leaving her no time to leap out.

Sheng Ningyu's heart sank slightly, and a hint of irritation flashed in her eyes.

The puppet barrier seemed to sense something and instantly gathered again, surging in like a tidal wave, trapping her once more. The encirclement became increasingly tight, as if it would completely devour her in the next second.

The howling laughter beside her grew even louder, as if mocking her incompetence.

[Calm your mind.]

Sheng Ningyu paused, then chuckled, "Do I need you to remind me?"

The next second, sword energy surged like a rainbow!

A surge of immense spiritual energy erupted instantly, almost tearing through the sky. Sharp sword beams followed the momentum, and beneath the myriad phenomena, it seemed as if all the gods and Buddhas bowed their heads in anger!

Sheng Ningyu had a feeling that this time, when she used the seventh sword, something else seemed to have been added.

However, before she could comprehend it, she was plunged into darkness once more.

...

Practice makes perfect.

This time, Sheng Ningyu was already able to float skillfully in the air.

The scenery here is beautiful; amidst the pure white snow, the magnificent buildings appear to float on a pond.

In the midst of the illusion, Sheng Ningyu still did not see "herself" appear. Too lazy to pay attention to those old things below, she simply looked at the scenery while reviewing the clues she had just obtained.

Chu Jiye borrowed Chu Yuandao's things, but her spiritual bone was once embedded in that Yin-Yang Mirror. All things are mutually restraining, so the Chu family's supreme magic treasure, the Yin-Yang Mirror, seemed to be of little use to her.

The half-bone of spirit bone in her body must belong to Xie Qianjing, but when did he give it to her? Why does she have no memory of it? And Xie Qianjing, why doesn't he say anything? Even…

He never even mentioned their engagement.

Sheng Ningyu lay on the roof beam with her legs crossed, a slight smile unconsciously playing on her lips. She didn't bother to listen to the hushed conversations coming from below.

She knew it.

She has always been someone who likes beautiful things, and Xie Qianjing's appearance was so striking that it perfectly suited her taste. Even after their reunion, in such a dangerous situation, she was still captivated by Xie Qianjing's face several times.

Almost from the moment Chu Chang'an revealed the "marriage agreement," Sheng Ningyu knew that it must have been her who proposed.

Kneeling at the feet of Master Guihai, she threw a tantrum, claiming that she had fallen in love at first sight with a certain little immortal and was pressuring her master to propose marriage. She threatened that if he didn't, she would incite Dahuang and its relatives and friends to cause trouble all over the mountain.

Oh, and that Snow Melting Talisman, she had already figured that out by then.

No one can withstand Sheng Ningyu's antics.

Sheng Ningyu stood with her feet up, holding a hairpin in her mouth, and casually combed her hair into a crooked bun.

Just from those few words, she could imagine the chaos at Sword Pavilion, Master Guihai's dark and cold face, the senior brother's gloomy expression, and the second senior brother's helpless look...

But what happened next?

The expression on Sheng Ningyu's face slowly faded, and the carefree ease she had just pretended to show in front of Chu Jiye completely vanished.

Did Xie Qianjing ever regret the marriage she had forced into?

Once this problem arose, it could no longer be suppressed; it lingered in my mind and grew wildly.

Sheng Ningyu asked herself the same question over and over again.

Will it?

Amidst the chaos of the snow, Sheng Ningyu didn't hear a word. Her thoughts sank, and unexpectedly, the image of the little immortal lord with his face hidden during the Thousand Mountains Trial came to mind.

But I didn't lie about the name!

My nickname is "Mingyue" (Bright Moon), and that's what everyone close to me calls me.

The words spoken in Hehuan City intertwined with her conversation with Xie Qianjing when she stayed at the inn after she opened the coffin, like a sharp sword piercing through all the hidden thoughts that Sheng Ningyu had previously been unwilling to delve into.

It was sharper than any of her previous sword strikes.

Sheng Ningyu suddenly wondered what Xie Qianjing's expression was like at that time.

She thought for a long time, and could only recall that Xie Qianjing seemed to have lowered his eyes, seemed to have smiled, and seemed not to have.

At the time, Sheng Ningyu was full of doubts, feeling that Xie Qianjing was lying. However, she really liked Xie Qianjing's face and even jokingly thought that if the two had met back then, with Xie Qianjing's good looks, her fiancé might not have been Chu Chang'an.

But Sheng Ningyu never imagined that the two of them would actually meet so early.

In Hehuan City... and even earlier.

She thought it was a fleeting moment of joy, but it turned out to be a long-awaited reunion.

Because of the inevitable trend, the pace could not be stopped. Sheng Ningyu had been restraining herself from thinking about it, but in the silence at this moment, she could no longer hold back.

It felt as if the Netherworld Flames were still roaring and burning around me, and my emotions poured out like a torrent.

Sheng Ningyu wondered, what were Xie Qianjing's feelings when he looked at her during all those days and nights?

Sheng Ningyu's mind felt as if it had been split apart, sometimes recalling the cold and aloof appearance of the disguised Little Immortal Lord in Hehuan City, and sometimes thinking of Xie Qianjing now.

And his words before he and she parted.

Don't smile at people indiscriminately.

Don't compliment someone's looks casually.

Was Xie Qianjing smiling at that time?

Sheng Ningyu realized that she was no longer sure.

She even started to wonder if Xie Qianjing had ever regretted it over the years.

He regretted getting involved in the feud in Hehuan City, regretted revealing his identity to her, regretted... regretted knowing her?

Sheng Ningyu's fingertips trembled slightly.

From the main palace not far away, a voice, faintly tinged with anger, drifted out.

"Nonsense! I will not allow this marriage!"

"Bodhi Immortal Lord! Why...why are you doing this to yourself..."

"What is so special about that female disciple of the Sword Pavilion that makes you so concerned?"

Sheng Ningyu was stunned for a moment before she finally reacted.

Bodhi Immortal Lord.

marriage.

After realizing what was happening, she quickly floated down into the tall building, where she saw countless elders with indistinct faces surrounding the person in the center.

She was dressed in white, her hair tied up with a jade crown, and her features were the familiar beauty she knew.

Clear as a Bodhi tree in a celestial pool, cold as snow on a high mountain, it is truly a beauty unparalleled in the world.

Sheng Ningyu's lips curled up silently, but the next second, countless reprimands and admonitions came from her ears.

"Are you perhaps going to disobey the orders of your parents and teachers?"

"Does Bodhi-jun intend to go back on his word?"

"Why would Bodhi Lord put everyone in such a difficult position? I'm afraid even the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion wouldn't allow it."

"With your seven-skill crystal heart, Bodhi Lord will surely be able to understand the key to this..."

"Qianjing, you've always been obedient and well-behaved, and the most law-abiding..."

Despite countless words of advice and words of encouragement, Xie Qianjing remained silent.

The immortal lord, with his snow-white skin and bamboo-like bones, lifted his robes, lowered his eyelashes, and knelt silently.

In an instant, the room fell silent, and a light from an unknown source grew brighter, blurring everyone's faces.

With a "bang".

Sheng Ningyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

At that moment, she felt as if she could hear the sound of fireworks exploding at Qingyi Academy.

She took a few steps forward, but the light became increasingly bright and dazzling. Sheng Ningyu's eyes stung, and she had to close them. When she opened them again, the scene had changed completely.

The snow fell heavily, landing on my brow.

Sheng Ningyu floated in the air, staring blankly at the person.

In the blink of an eye, just as they were about to melt, a rising voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Xie Qianjing, I'm planning to skip that trial class later, what do you think?"

"No."

Sheng Ningyu suddenly turned around and saw her former self climbing over the wall with a smile on her face. But when she saw the scene in front of her, her smile suddenly froze.

"Xie Qianjing? Why are you kneeling in the courtyard? And why aren't you using your spiritual power to shield yourself?"

“For disobeying teachers and elders, breaking promises, and acting recklessly, he is here as punishment.”

The girl was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "You?" She looked the other person up and down, and asked suspiciously, "You can do these things?"

The little immortal lord, dressed in snow, paused, gave a soft "hmm," and turned his head away, not looking at her.

"Next time, don't use a VPN."

The little immortal knelt alone in the snow, covered in white snowflakes, as if he were sculpted from ice and snow.

Bodhi Immortal Lord, who was clearly a star revered in the cultivation world, now resembled a wounded white fox in the mountains.

It's really quite pitiful.

“Your house is so big, and I can’t fly on a sword. If I go through the main gate, I don’t know how much effort it would take. Of course, I can only climb over the wall.”

The girl who came carrying a sword paused for a moment, then tentatively waved it in front of the boy: "You really can make mistakes? But I don't think you can do anything bad."

The white-robed fairy lord remained silent, his eyes lowered.

Sheng Ningyu saw herself scratching her cheek and withdrawing her spiritual power. After a short while, she couldn't stand it anymore and used her spiritual power to protect herself again. Then she circled around Xie Qianjing a few times.

Seeing that he really wouldn't get up, she hesitated for a long time before saying sadly, "Then how about this, you get up first, and I'll take you to play. When we get back, I'll kneel in your place as punishment!"

Xie Qianjing finally reacted. He turned his head to look at Sheng Ningyu and shook his head: "No."

"What do you mean by 'no'? You say that all the time."

The girl complained softly.

She crouched down, placed one hand on the sword, and whispered in Xie Qianjing's ear, "Don't worry, I've observed that people from your Xie family care about their reputation. If you're too embarrassed to really punish me, we'll just muddle through."

Xie Qianjing still said, "No."

Sheng Ningyu sighed: "Why do you always say 'no'?"

"Because it's against the rules."

Sheng Ningyu tilted her head, her black hair hanging down in front of her, the lotus crown on her head swaying back and forth.

Sheng Ningyu, who was floating in the air, stared at it for a while, and then something else suddenly came to mind.

When she was in Jian Ge, she did not wear a lotus crown, but instead used a jade hairpin as an embellishment in her hair.

The girl below stared at Xie Qianjing for a while, then suddenly leaned closer and reached out her hand: "Xie Qianjing, your eyelashes are covered in snow."

Xie Qianjing was taken aback. For the first time, the usually composed and self-possessed little immortal lord showed some panic. Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe it away, another hand was already wiping it for him.

Warm and soft, with thin calluses on the knuckles of the palm, it tingles slightly when it touches the skin.

Sheng Ningyu floated in the air, quietly watching all of this.

Memories slowly resurfaced in her mind, causing a sharp pain, yet her eyes remained fixed on them.

The snow in the courtyard was silent, and the frost fell silently, covering the branches.

Xie Qianjing had his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly. In the darkness, he heard the girl's flamboyant and laughing voice.

From then on, the snow fell heavily, but not a single snowflake touched his eyelashes.

The young Bodhi Immortal Lord had a thousand ways to break free, but he used none of them.

The snowflakes that landed on my eyelashes melted away slightly, like a pale moonlight.

Spring arrives at the South Tower, the snow melts, and the lantern festival and floral tidings are stirred.

On this day, the most unreliable kidnapper in the world abducted the most noble and dignified young immortal of the Xie family.

Everything before my eyes froze again, the illusion shattering rapidly like a broken mirror, about to dissipate like mist.

At the last moment before the illusion collapsed, a familiar voice reached Sheng Ningyu's ears.

She turned around abruptly, but couldn't see the person's face clearly. She only heard that familiar voice calmly asking.

"I never asked you, do you... regret it now?"

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Author's Note: Finally got to this part!!!

Yes, both of them felt that they had to force themselves to do it back then!

Still 24-hour red envelopes!