Chapter Forty-Three
"Master!" Jiang Chaoyu cried out in despair, but no one answered her anymore.
Jiang Chaoyu's hand trembled as she stroked You Zhenghong's lips were tightly closed, and tears were already streaming down her face uncontrollably. She was numb at this moment, and she muttered, "You must be lying to me, right, Master? You must still be angry with me, right?"
"I will save the people, I won't refuse to save them." Jiang Chaoyu muttered to herself, but she could no longer hear You Zhenghong's voice.
Jiang Chaoyu suddenly realized that if she couldn't move her master to another place, then her master was not dead.
"Yes, Master, you must not be dead." At this moment, Jiang Chaoyu was somewhat deranged. She still couldn't believe that You Zhenghong had died in her arms.
Jiang Chaoyu closed her eyes, half-holding You Zhenghong's cold hand, and shouted, "Space lock, enter!"
The noise around her subsided, and Jiang Chaoyu realized that she had changed positions, but the sensation on her hand made her afraid to open her eyes.
Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she suddenly burst into tears, curled up in a ball, her throat felt blocked, and she could only sob hoarsely.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw her master's pale, bloodless face, and those gentle eyes could no longer look at her.
Jiang Chaoyu had no strength left, but she forced out the word "Master".
Only now has Jiang Chaoyu accepted You Zhenghong's death.
From then on, there was no one in this world who truly loved me anymore.
The thought of this filled her eyes with hatred, making them bloodshot. It was all because of Xie Yunyin and Leng Bicha. If it weren't for them, her master wouldn't have died.
Jiang Chaoyu carefully put You Zhenghong down. Jiang Chaoyu staggered to her feet. At this moment, her legs had no strength left. If she hadn't been holding onto the city wall, she probably wouldn't have had the strength to stand up.
While Zeng Chenhua and Xie Yunyin were fighting fiercely below the city wall, Leng Bicha was exchanging blows with Xin Niangzi.
At this moment, she was filled with extreme hatred. The person who had personally killed her master was someone she had saved years ago. Wasn't this the same as her personally killing her master?
A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, tears involuntarily streaming down his face. Seeing that Lady Xin was struggling to cope, he drew his soft sword from his waist, seized the opportunity, and uttered, "Spatial displacement lock, advance!"
Xin Niangzi was hit squarely in the chest by a dart and bled quite a bit. She was also forced to retreat repeatedly by Leng Bicha and was struggling to defend herself.
In an instant, Jiang Chaoyu teleported behind Xin Niangzi, catching her as she was about to fall, and thrust her sword toward Leng Bicha.
Xin Niangzi covered her wound and only managed to catch her breath when she saw Jiang Chaoyu arrive.
When Leng Bicha saw that the person who came was Jiang Chaoyu, she felt an immense sense of pleasure. Every word she spoke seemed to pierce Jiang Chaoyu's heart, making her hate him to the bone: "Your master was killed by me, you must hate him to the extreme."
Even without Leng Bicha's prompting, Jiang Chaoyu already hated her to the core, but still wanted to understand why she hated her master so much, so she calmly asked, "I still don't understand what you hate about my master?"
Looking at Jiang Chaoyu's hateful eyes yet her desire to know the truth, he found it laughable. "What if you betrayed me because of your closest relative? What if you were expelled from the sect because of her? If she hadn't saved me, would I still be standing in front of you now?"
Upon hearing these words, Jiang Chaoyu was stunned. She hadn't expected that such deep hatred concealed such a secret. But her master had said she only came here when the sect was founded, so all of this was...
Jiang Chaoyu understood what her master had said earlier: cause and effect cannot be changed; people can only be pushed along.
Since it is cause and effect, let's end the cause and effect of Leng Bi Cha.
"You have ended your karma, but my karma is not yet over." Jiang Chaoyu gripped the sword tighter and his attacks became more rapid.
Before Leng Bicha could react, she was also stabbed by Jiang Chaoyu.
Spitting out the blood, Leng Bicha laughed in a chilling way, "How could a little girl like you interfere with my karma? You're not qualified."
He thought that he had the best chance of winning by making Leng Bicha retreat repeatedly, but he did not expect that the other party seemed to have just revealed his strength, and made him retreat repeatedly, unable to defend himself, and his hand holding the sword was shaking.
Leng Bicha was extremely pleased with this sight. She held her head high, while Jiang Chaoyu was forced to kneel on one knee after being beaten. If it weren't for the sword stuck in the ground, he would probably be kneeling on both knees by now.
In Leng Bicha's eyes, this defeated appearance already showed her to be a loser. She slowly leaned down, her hand stroking Jiang Chaoyu's chin. "Little girl, it's probably too early to end my karma. Let me end yours instead, okay?"
The last two words seemed to strike Jiang Chaoyu's face, giving her a feeling of being looked down upon.
But at this moment she had no strength left, and even a counterattack was difficult. She could only tilt her head to one side to prevent Leng Bicha from touching her face.
Just as Leng Bicha was about to make her move, Xin Niangzi suddenly hugged Leng Bicha's body, rendering her unable to move.
"Xiaoyu, hurry up and do it!"
While Leng Bicha was unable to move, it was the perfect time to strike. However, the consequence of doing so would be that Xin Niangzi would also die. At this moment, they were in close contact, and if Jiang Chaoyu were to strike with deadly force, Xin Niangzi would not survive either.
Jiang Chaoyu stood up shakily, tears welling in her eyes, her hands trembling. She dared not, for Xin Niangzi would also die.
Looking at Jiang Chaoyu's appearance, Leng Bicha felt very happy. At this moment, she did not exert any strength at all, because she was certain that Jiang Chaoyu would not make a move.
Threatening words rang in Jiang Chaoyu's ears: "Have you thought this through? This sword of yours will take two lives. I don't care if I die, but are you really so heartless as to kill your fellow disciple?"
Leng Bicha was right. She dared not do it. This was her senior uncle who had given her warmth. She was afraid. She didn't want to lose him.
Seeing Jiang Chaoyu's hesitation, Xin Niangzi said, "Jiang Chaoyu, if you let her go, will she let her fellow disciples go? If my death can ensure the safety of my fellow disciples, I will have no regrets. Do it now!"
These words made Jiang Chaoyu waver, but when she looked up at the weak Xin Niangzi, she still couldn't bring herself to do it.
This action pleased Leng Bicha even more. Although she was surrounded by the person behind her, if this person relaxed his guard for a while, it would be the end for the two of them. So now she had to deal with the two of them.
"But can you really bring yourself to do it?" Leng Bicha was still engaging in psychological warfare with Jiang Chaoyu.
Jiang Chaoyu understood what Xin Niangzi meant, but she still couldn't bring herself to do it; she couldn't bring herself to kill a fellow disciple.
With Xin Niangzi's experience in the martial world, she was well aware of Leng Bicha's intentions. If Jiang Chaoyu hesitated for even a moment longer, both of them would probably die. So she said to Jiang Chaoyu again, "Hurry up and do it!"
After saying this, Jiang Chaoyu suddenly plunged the sword into Leng Bicha's left atrium, piercing through both of them.
Seeing Jiang Chaoyu's action, the two women reacted differently. Leng Bicha was somewhat surprised, while Xin Niangzi was pleased.
The moment the sword was drawn, the two men fell down together.
Jiang Chaoyu rushed to catch the fallen Xin Niangzi. Xin Niangzi was vomiting blood and didn't even have the strength to speak. She touched Jiang Chaoyu's cheek and, with her last breath, said, "Xiaoyu, well done."
Fearing death, Jiang Chaoyu would be consumed by self-blame, so she had to finish saying those words, even though it was painful.
After saying this, Jiang Chaoyu looked at her drooping hand, filled with endless self-reproach. Her voice choked with emotion, but she couldn't utter a word.
This day was so painful; the pain was so intense that it felt like her heart was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe.
Using spatial displacement techniques, Jiang Chaoyu placed Xin Niangzi's body next to You Zhenghong, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing that Xie Yunyin was still exchanging blows with Zeng Chenhua, he teleported behind Xie Yunyin, took out his soft sword and stabbed at Xie Yunyin. Unfortunately, Xie Yunyin seemed to have sensed something and dodged to the side, causing the sword to miss its target and pierce his right atrium.
Xie Yunyin was still defending against Zeng Chenhua's fierce attacks when, unexpectedly, someone stood behind him, a sword piercing his chest, blood dripping from the scabbard onto the ground. This sword was stained with the blood of his closest kin, and also the blood of his deepest hatred.
Xie Yunyin looked down at the sword, more concerned with who the person was than with the pain. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head to look, he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.
But her eyes were filled with resentment, as if she were an unforgivable sinner.
"Xiaoyu..." she called out in confusion, but couldn't recall killing someone just now.
Seeing Jiang Chaoyu's actions, Zeng Chenhua understood that You Zhenghong was already dead. He stopped what he was doing, because it was better to kill the enemy himself.
Seeing Xie Yunyin's puzzled expression, Jiang Chaoyu found it utterly ridiculous. If it weren't for him, how could Master have died? If he hadn't colluded with Leng Bicha, who hated Master the most, how could Master have been defeated?
Leng Bicha was extremely familiar with his master, so how could he let him off the hook?
Jiang Chaoyu's gaze towards Xie Yunyin was deep and cold, filled with undisguised hatred, sharp as a knife, as if she wished she could kill him a thousand times over. Her words were also filled with deep hatred, as if they were poisoned, making people feel uncomfortable: "Xie Yunyin, I shouldn't have saved you back then, I will never forgive you in this lifetime!"
Xie Yunyin, who hadn't realized it before, now seemed to understand. The person he had killed earlier must have been one of Jiang Chaoyu's closest relatives, but that wasn't his true intention.
"Xiaoyu, listen to me." After saying this, Jiang Chaoyu plunged her sword even deeper, but it couldn't compare to the pain in his eyes.
Hearing this, Jiang Chaoyu found it even more ridiculous. "If you want to say that you didn't do it on purpose, you can just shut up."
Jiang Chaoyu, who hated Xie Yunyin to the core, drew her sword, intending to send Xie Yunyin to meet the King of Hell. However, Xie Yunyin was highly skilled and, seeing that the situation was not good, he released a smoke bomb and escaped.
Jiang Chaoyu quickly fanned away the smoke, only to find that Xie Yunyin was nowhere to be seen. Just as she was about to give chase, Zeng Chenhua grabbed her wrist.
Zeng Chenhua knew of her hatred, but this was a predetermined fate. Even if it was changed, there would be others waiting for her master. Why not just have a destiny to make meritorious contributions directly?
Looking at Jiang Chaoyu's bloodshot eyes, the tears on her cheeks were still wet, and she was tightly gripping the soft sword in her hand, the tip of which was still dripping blood.
At this moment, Jiang Chaoyu wished she could drag Xie Yunyin's corpse to You Zhenghong to apologize, and she didn't care about anything else.
"Why are you dragging me into this? Are you trying to associate with him?"
Zeng Chenhua understood that Jiang Chaoyu's mind was filled with hatred, but she had already escaped. If he rashly went after her, he would probably be captured in one fell swoop.
"No, I'm afraid it's a trap."
Looking at the people on the battlefield, some were dead and some were wounded, and it was unclear which side had won. However, the enemy leader had already fled.
Jiang Chaoyu looked around, calmed down, and forced a smile. "There's a trap. How could I not know there's a trap? But Master will never come back."
As Jiang Chaoyu said this, her voice grew softer and softer, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Second Prince, do you know what kind of organization this is?" Her voice choked with emotion, yet she still wanted to find out who it was and why they had this purpose.
When Jiang Chaoyu asked him this question, Zeng Chenhua hesitated, unsure whether he should answer.
Jiang Chaoyu noticed Zeng Chenhua's hesitation, lowered her eyes to hide her hatred, and when she looked up, her expression changed. She smiled politely and said, "If that's the case, it's fine not to know. However, this team doesn't seem to be just outside the city. It seems to be colluding with people inside the city. Second Prince, you should be more cautious."
Jiang Chaoyu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at the battlefield where half the soldiers were dead and half wounded, and instantly rallied.
The Crescent Moon Sect suffered heavy casualties. If she continues to wallow in these emotions, the Crescent Moon Sect will find it difficult to recover, and the martial world will lose the Crescent Moon Sect. Her master's painstaking efforts will also cease to exist.
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