Bai Ying mustered her last bit of strength and warily sized up the unfamiliar man before her. He was about twenty years old, dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, with a handsome face but a hint of frivolity. His eyes were filled with disgust for her.
"Who are you?" Bai Ying's voice was as cold as ice, weak yet carrying an unassailable authority. "Why do you call me Xia Qingdai?"
The man was taken aback at first, then a mocking smile appeared on his face. "What? Did you fall off a cliff and damage your brain? Don't you even remember who you are?" He took two steps forward, looking down at her condescendingly. "Xia Qingdai, don't think you can get my eye on you by pretending to have amnesia!"
Bai Ying quietly gathered a wisp of spiritual power at her fingertips, only to find that the meridians in her body were struggling to circulate—her body had been severely injured, and she could hardly use her cultivation at all. The cultivation she could use at most was equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage of a cultivator!
This realization made her heart tighten, but she remained outwardly calm.
"I'll ask one last time," her voice hardened, her eyes sharp as knives, "Where is this? And who are you?"
The man was taken aback by her sudden imposing manner and took a half step back, then became enraged: "Fine, very well! The eldest daughter of the Xia family is indeed impressive!" He sneered, "This is the Xia residence, and I am your betrothed, Duan Xiuyuan! Are you satisfied now?"
Bai Ying's pupils contracted slightly. The Xia family? Duan Xiuyuan? She had never heard of these names before.
Bai Ying ignored the person in front of her and instead looked at the bronze mirror not far away. To her surprise, she saw an extremely unfamiliar face appear on her own face.
Bai Ying was startled; this was not her own appearance.
However, Bai Ying had already sensed her own body before, and it was indeed her own body that was in good condition.
Bai Ying quickly examined her divine sense and saw a teleportation device floating in the very center of her divine sense.
It seems that all of this is related to this teleportation talisman.
Bai Ying took out the teleportation talisman, placed her finger on it, and saw everything that had happened before.
She saw a wisp of Wang Miaomiao's soul attached to the teleportation talisman, burning as it was transported.
When Wang Miaomiao teleported herself here, in order to save herself, she used her last bit of spiritual power to change her appearance to what it is now, so that she could be taken back by the people who came looking for her.
The original owner of this face had long been discovered dead at the bottom of the cliff by Wang Miaomiao. After discovering a group of people were searching for her, Wang Miaomiao, in order to save herself, transformed herself into their likeness...
Bai Ying trembled as she gently stroked the blood-stained teleportation talisman, the paper still lingering with Wang Miaomiao's scent. Tears blurred her vision; this was the last thing Miaomiao had done for her.
Her heart was filled with an uncontainable hatred—the Huayang Patriarch must die!
Just as she was about to put the talisman away, her fingertips suddenly touched a strange fluctuation.
Bai Ying froze abruptly, even her breath caught in her throat. She carefully infused a wisp of spiritual energy into the talisman, and a faint blue light immediately emanated from its surface.
"This is......"
Her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Within that blue light, a tiny fragment of a soul floated silently, as faint yet tenacious as a candle flame in the wind.
"Miaomiao..."
Wang Miaomiao's soul fragments were not completely burned; a trace remained.
Bai Ying held her breath, afraid of disturbing the fragile soul. She immediately formed a hand seal, using the gentlest spiritual power to envelop the fragment of soul. In the pale golden light, the fragment trembled slightly, as if responding to her call.
"You're still here...that's great..."
Tears finally broke free and rolled down her cheeks.
Bai Ying hurriedly took out the repair jade pendant and carefully guided the fragment into it. The moment the soul fragment entered the jade, the repair jade pendant emitted a blue halo—proof that Wang Miaomiao was there.
Bai Ying closed her eyes, sensing the faint fluctuations emanating from the jade pendant as she tried to repair it. Although it was currently just a remnant soul, as long as a suitable method was found...
"I will definitely bring you back," she whispered, her voice filled with an unprecedented determination, "no matter the cost."
Duan Xiuyuan looked at the woman in front of him, who was both crying and laughing, and frowned in disgust: "Have you really lost your mind after the fall?"
Just as the two were facing off, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door again. A girl in a pale yellow dress rushed in, exclaiming with delight upon seeing Bai Ying:
"Miss! You're finally awake!" She rushed to the bedside, her eyes instantly reddening. "I was so worried..."
Bai Ying looked at the girl who called herself "servant". She was about fifteen or sixteen years old and had tear stains on her round face. She seemed to be genuinely concerned.
"Hey! Are you deaf?" Duan Xiuyuan waved his hand impatiently in front of Bai Ying's eyes. "I'm talking to you!"
"Fine! I'm telling you, whether you're faking amnesia or just plain stupid, I'm telling you now, I won't marry you. The person I love is Yuwei, so give up on that idea. Otherwise, I don't mind showing you what I can do! I don't think you want to die such a horrible death!"
Bai Ying suddenly raised her eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. That single glance caused Duan Xiuyuan to involuntarily take a half-step back, and for a fleeting moment, he felt as if a sharp sword were pressed against his throat.
"Young Master Duan," she began slowly, her voice chillingly cold, "since I have lost my memory, I will not pursue any past grievances. But if anyone tries to take advantage of this to humiliate me..." She lightly traced a line on the edge of the bed with her fingertip, instantly creating a crack in the hard sandalwood, "then feel free to try."
Duan Xiuyuan's face turned deathly pale instantly. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Where is this the timid and submissive Xia Qingdai?
It's like you've become a completely different person.
Just then, the maid turned around and glared fiercely at Duan Xiuyuan. "Young Master Duan, my young lady needs to rest!"
Duan Xiuyuan gritted his teeth and left.
Once the room fell silent again, Bai Ying forced herself to walk to the bronze mirror. The girl in the mirror looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a beauty mark under her right eye. She appeared pitiful.
She tried to circulate her cultivation technique and found that her body was completely destroyed and her cultivation level was severely damaged.
"Three months..." she murmured, stroking the mirror, "Give me three months to recover to my original cultivation level..."
She looked at the face in the mirror again, a sharp glint in her eyes. She had a premonition that the owner of this face must have died a violent death!
"Now that I've taken your identity, I won't let you die in vain. Your revenge... I'll take it all."
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