Su Yu's body trembled violently, and his face was as pale as paper.
Ancestor Huayang—a peerless expert in the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, the pinnacle of the cultivation world in Central Continent. For such a figure to kill Bai Ying would be as simple as crushing an ant.
"Ancestor... how could this be..." Su Yu's voice was broken, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating him.
He certainly understood that Bai Ying's killing of Qin Hua Zhenren had indeed damaged the reputation of the Huayang Sect. But given the patriarch's status and position, how could he personally attack a junior? Moreover...
"Bai Ying is proficient in formations, even surpassing Master's skill... Moreover, although the Ancestor is powerful, his skill in formations isn't particularly high. Even if the Ancestor wanted to kill Bai Ying, she could easily escape using formations! How could she die?"
Su Yu's fingers unconsciously clenched his robes, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force. His gaze slowly shifted to Yan Chiling kneeling beside him, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Throughout the entire Huayang Sect, only... can rival Bai Ying in the mastery of formations.
"Could it be..." Su Yu's voice suddenly rose, and he grabbed Yan Chiling's shoulders abruptly. He recalled the unusual favor the Ancestor had shown Yan Chiling since emerging from seclusion, and the days and nights they had spent alone together. "Could it be you?"
Yan Chiling knelt down straight down, her forehead hitting the blue bricks heavily.
The dull thuds of impact echoed loudly.
"It's me..." A broken sob escaped his throat, blood trickling down his forehead. "I helped the ancestor... find an ancient forbidden formation..."
Memories coiled around Yan Chiling like venomous snakes. Three months ago, he searched the entire Central Plains and finally found a damaged ancient array. He immediately returned to his sect, retreating to the deepest part of the library. Yellowed ancient books piled up like a small mountain on his desk, his fingertips bleeding from the bamboo slips, yet he remained oblivious. For the sake of so-called "revenge," he locked himself in the labyrinth of the array, repeatedly deducing the long-lost forbidden technique. Every stroke of the array pattern he drew was imbued with hatred for Bai Ying; every calculation of the array's core was wrapped in the desire to kill Bai Ying.
"After I repaired the ancient formation..." Yan Chiling's voice grew softer and softer, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "I personally went to the Lingchuan Continent to find several Nascent Soul stage cultivators who were being controlled by Bai Ying..."
Yan Chiling could hardly believe how remarkable Bai Ying was. She was so young, yet she could achieve such a feat, even controlling a Nascent Soul stage cultivator!
That's why she became a thorn in the side of Patriarch Huayang!
Thinking of this, his body suddenly began to tremble violently.
At that time, he solemnly promised those monks:
By luring Bai Ying into the formation, they can be freed from control.
He remembered that when he said those words, looking at the hope burning in the eyes of the cultivators, a twisted sense of pleasure rose in his heart.
He personally planted a deadly trap at the heart of the formation, and as he watched Bai Ying step into it, he even sneered at her foolishness in his heart.
"Bai Ying... once she enters that great formation..." Yan Chiling's Adam's apple bobbed, large tears falling to the ground, "there will be no way for her to escape..."
How could he have imagined that the person he was about to kill would be the one he loved most in his life!
Yan Chiling closed her eyes in anguish, letting her tears fall.
An indescribable pain enveloped him, and he trembled all over from the pain.
He recalled the way Bai Ying looked when she was trapped in the formation.
At that time, her body was torn apart, covered in blood, her once fair skin was covered with hideous wounds, her flesh was torn up, and you could even clearly see the stark white bones.
Even so, she still used her last bit of spiritual power to send her fellow disciples from the Lingxiao Sect out of the formation. The resolute light in her eyes and the blood constantly spilling from the corner of her mouth became an indelible pain in Yan Chiling's heart.
Su Yu was struck dumb, frozen in place.
But soon, a faint glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. Perhaps Bai Ying's physical body had perished; as long as her soul remained, with his abilities, he could surely nurture it and grant her new life. He grabbed Yan Chiling's shoulders abruptly and said urgently, "Come, take me to that place. Bai Ying's soul must still be there..."
Yan Chiling slowly shook her head, tears silently streaming down her face: "That sword strike from the Ancestor... directly annihilated her primordial spirit..."
In an instant, a bolt of lightning ripped through the dark night sky.
Su Yu could no longer hold on. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.
That little junior sister who was always bouncing around and sweetly calling him "senior brother," that silly girl who said she would always protect him, has truly left forever.
Anger and grief overwhelmed Su Yu instantly. He lunged at Yan Chiling and slammed his fist into the other man's body: "You bastard, how could you... I'm going to kill you! Why don't you just die!"
Yan Chiling neither dodged nor evaded, letting Su Yu's fists rain down on her.
Each impact felt like a punishment for himself. He screamed countless times in his heart, wishing he were the one to die, wishing he could exchange his worthless life for a sliver of Bai Ying's life.
But it was all too late.
He could only repeat in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry... I really thought the person I hated the most was Bai Ying, but I never expected that everything was wrong... I've never liked Ruan Xinrou, the person I've always liked is Bai Ying!"
As her memories returned, Yan Chiling was shocked to realize that she had not only suffered from amnesia once.
Whenever his feelings for Bai Ying rekindle, his memories are abruptly severed, and all those beautiful memories are erased.
Looking back now, it was no coincidence; someone must have been manipulating things in the shadows, and that person was very likely Ruan Xinrou. Thinking of this, a fierce hatred flared in his eyes, a hatred like a burning flame threatening to engulf him.
Su Yu was also stunned at that moment. He suddenly realized that whenever Ruan Xinrou was involved, his emotions would spiral out of control, leading him to do many irrational things. At this moment, what right did he have to blame Yan Chiling?
The two locked eyes, and Su Yu noticed that besides endless pain, Yan Chiling's eyes also held an almost insane hatred. "Your memories..." he tentatively began. "They've returned."
Yan Chiling gave a bitter laugh, his smile filled with despair. "They've all... come back."
The two men stared at each other amidst the chaos of the room; one's eyes burned with rage, the other with endless regret. Thunder rumbled outside the window, as if even heaven and earth were mourning the departed soul.
Su Yu suddenly stood up and grabbed Yan Chiling: "Take me there." His voice was as cold as ice. "Take me to her... final resting place."
Yan Chiling's body trembled violently, but he still nodded slowly.
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