Chapter 51
◎Severing the Roots of Love◎
Ye Xiuluo coughed again as he spoke.
"Master, Master!"
"Now that kid has given you all his cultivation, you won't have to suffer anymore. You must... help your senior sister well..."
After saying this, Ye Xiuluo tilted his head slightly and then had no more strength left.
She remembered that Granny Jiang had occasionally mentioned that her master's martial arts style was extremely vicious, based on damaging women's bodies, and could not last long.
Even if one can maintain their beauty until the age of thirty, once they pass that age, if they do not eliminate it in time, they will inevitably suffer the backlash of the cultivation technique.
She never imagined that her master would pass on such a vicious skill to her.
Yes, others would struggle fiercely if they were rumored to be involved, but as her disciple, she not only did so willingly but also took care of her master's feelings.
Pei Xueyan's tears flowed even more fiercely.
Filled with grievances and grief, should she feel sad or cry at this truth?
But I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Amidst the chaos, the disciples of the Qing Sect, having spotted the blinding white light in the sky, rushed over and surrounded the main hall.
Master Wangyu struggled to his feet, utterly exhausted, yet he still managed to stand upright and addressed his disciples in a deep voice: "I will be going into seclusion for several years from now on. After that, the position of sect leader of the Qing Sect will be temporarily handed over to Jiang Qiye. If anyone disobeys in the future, he has the authority to deal with them without needing to report to him!"
After saying that, Master Wangyu bent down, picked up the unconscious Ye Xiuluo from the ground, and leaped out through the hole in the roof, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Pei Xueyan stared in the direction her master had left, a sharp pain shooting through her heart. Unable to hold on any longer, her vision went black, and she fainted.
The fellow disciples saw the "couple" both faint and fall unconscious on the ground.
Master and Ye Xiuluo have also disappeared without a trace, and Xuanjing has not returned either.
The main hall was in a mess, and the disciples of the Qingzong Sect looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
At this critical moment, Senior Brother Lingchuan, who still held considerable prestige within the Qingzong Sect, stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, don't panic! Let's split up and take action."
He began making arrangements.
"Some of you go to repair the damaged buildings in the main hall and tend to the flowers and plants in the courtyard; the three of you go to Yishui Manor immediately to inform Miss Zhou Wenjian to come and take Miss Pei away; the rest of you, come with me and carry the sect leader to Tianhe Hall to recuperate!"
As soon as the command was given, the disciples responded and acted, and the chaotic scene finally came to order.
On the other side, Zhou Wenjian had already heard that his master had come to the Qingzong Sect for a decisive battle, and he was anxiously rushing on his way.
She rushed to the Qingzong Sect without stopping, and after hearing the disciples of the Qingzong Sect explain the whole story, she didn't ask any more questions and left with Pei Xueyan to go to the manor.
Although Pei Xueyan's injuries were severe, they were not difficult to treat.
Jiang Qiyedu gave her a profound level of cultivation. As long as she takes good care of herself, rests quietly, and practices her internal energy, she will be able to recover in time.
The real danger lies with Jiang Qiye.
He was originally a mortal, but the full power of cultivation from two great beings, Master Wangyu and Ye Xiuluo, was forcibly poured into his body.
Two completely different forces, one yin and one yang, collided and entangled fiercely in his meridians, unable to merge, causing him to suffer a qi deviation.
Jiang Qiye remained unconscious for ten days before finally opening his eyes.
It wasn't a peaceful awakening, but rather an excruciating pain caused by the surging, powerful energy within his body, which forced him to struggle open his eyes.
When he woke up, he was no longer the elegant gentleman he used to be.
His long hair was disheveled and messy, his eyes were bloodshot and filled with uncontrollable violence and pain.
He seemed to have lost his mind, roaring and charging wildly inside the Heavenly River Palace. The spiritual power that unconsciously overflowed from his body could shatter the tables and chairs around him with a casual wave of his hand.
Ye Xiuluo's martial arts were truly insidious, and his master's martial arts were unique and unyielding, tormenting him to the point of wishing he were dead.
Even though he had gone mad with demonic possession, he still retained some rationality. When he saw his fellow disciples surrounding him, he only pushed and shoved them, but he always controlled himself and refrained from actually hurting them.
The two forces within his body were too domineering for him to control.
Whenever he could no longer suppress the urge to destroy the world, Jiang Qiye would leap out of the Tianhe Palace and head straight for a secluded spot in the back mountain of the sect.
Once in the mountains, he no longer needed to restrain himself and unleashed all the divine power surging within him.
In just a few days, the once towering Shantou was flattened by his repeatedly out-of-control power, with the mountain collapsing and rocks scattered everywhere, a truly horrifying sight.
At first, Jiang Qiye was completely at a loss as to how to deal with the two opposing forces within his body, and each attack was so painful that he almost fainted.
But he had cultivated himself since childhood, and his endurance far exceeded that of ordinary people.
From initially only being able to endure the attack for fifteen minutes, to gradually being able to grit my teeth and persevere for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Slowly, he began to try to forcefully suppress the demonic power within his body, attempting to use the profound cultivation techniques he had practiced before to guide and organize the two chaotic forces little by little.
As the suppression lasted longer and longer, his consciousness gradually cleared up a bit.
When he regained some consciousness, he realized that before leaving, Master Wangyu had already passed on the position of sect leader of the Qing Sect to him.
Jiang Qiye was filled with mixed emotions. Firstly, he had never imagined that he would take over the position of sect leader in such a tragic way, so suddenly and unexpectedly. Secondly, after regaining consciousness, he carefully examined the two forces within his body and gradually gained some understanding.
At first, his master's and Ye Xiuluo's cultivation levels were competing and vying for dominance within his body. However, later on, his master clearly used some kind of forced abolition method, seemingly wanting to completely remove Ye Xiuluo's insidious magic from his body.
But after a while, the two seemed to lose their sense of proportion and get carried away, and they actually started a battle similar to the "Star Absorbing Technique" inside his body, attracting and devouring each other. In the end, their cultivation was completely absorbed by his body.
Jiang Qiye could almost conclude that his master did not harbor the deep hatred for Ye Xiuluo that he seemed to have on the surface.
Later, when he heard from Senior Brother Lingchuan that their master had taken the unconscious Ye Xiuluo with him when he passed away, his belief became even stronger.
He lost all affection and completely forgot about Pei Xueyan.
It seems that during this period, my memories are only of Ye Xiuluo and my master.
There was no one else.
The disciples of the Qingzong Sect would never mention the past, especially after he moved into the Tianhe Palace.
That place was the sect leader's exclusive residence, located in a quiet and secluded place, where other disciples didn't even have the chance to gossip.
He still goes mad every day, his symptoms of demonic possession never stop, and his internal cultivation is still rampaging wildly.
Pei Xueyan was very worried about him while she was at the manor.
I've been resting for over a month and I'm almost fully recovered.
She began to worry that he might die, that he might really become disabled, and she was even more concerned about her master, wondering where he was now.
However, the cultivation within his body became increasingly difficult to control.
As her understanding deepened, she discovered that many key points could not be fully grasped without explanation and guidance.
Moreover, the Ye Sect's cultivation methods are not the same as those of the Qing Sect, and sometimes even when she tries her best, she finds it difficult to unleash her power smoothly.
Currently, Pei Xueyan is still trying to condense her core, and it seems that she doesn't even have the basics since the core fusion process ended.
These transferred cultivation levels are like castles in the air, forever unusable.
The matter of cultivation was merely suppressing the cracks in her heart.
She had always known that her master was strict with her and even more biased towards her senior sister.
But when her master suddenly passed on his cultivation to her half a year ago, she was genuinely happy and joyful.
At that time, she thought that all of her master's strictness stemmed from his expectations of her.
Now it seems that none of those were true.
This realization inevitably left her somewhat disheartened.
She truly loves Yishui Villa and everyone there.
Having grown up here, I've long considered this mountain resort my home, a place where I can spend my whole life, until I die.
Now, she is even somewhat at a loss as to how to face this familiar land.
My master was taken away and his whereabouts are still unknown.
She still had too many questions she wanted to ask clearly: were the martial arts skills that her master had passed on to her, which were considered "insidious," just a temporary act, or were they a premeditated plan?
Will you help her eliminate these potential problems in the future?
Master never imagined how desperate she would be if she died in her thirties, right?
She knew she shouldn't be overthinking things.
Zhou Wenjian could tell that his junior sister was preoccupied. This time, her recovery was different from before; she looked somewhat gloomy and had a lingering sense of sorrow.
The two sisters sat on the hillside outside the manor. The elder sister smiled and said, "How about we go to the Immortal Sect Conference next month? With your cultivation level now, you're sure to get a top three spot and bring glory to Yishui Manor."
She said listlessly, "Senior sister, this cultivation level isn't mine; it belongs to Jiang Qiye."
"So what? Since it's already in your possession, it's yours." Zhou Wenjian comforted him gently. "Don't worry too much about Daoist Jiang. When I went to the Qingzong Sect, I saw the disciples carry him away with my own eyes. I haven't heard any rumors about him getting into trouble, so he must be getting better."
"Senior sister, why did you tell me about him? I'm not worried at all."
Zhou Wenjian smiled and said frankly, "Of course I know you have feelings for him. In the entire immortal sect, who doesn't know that you two are husband and wife?"
“We are no longer together. He wants to destroy the marriage certificate. But since both Master and his master are not here, this matter will probably have to be delayed for some time.”
Zhou Wenjian raised his hand and patted her shoulder, his tone encouraging: "Go ahead."
Pei Xueyan was taken aback: "What?"
"Didn't you want to see him? You can go to the Qing Sect. If he is really determined to divorce, you should talk it out face to face. It's better than continuing this on-and-off entanglement, which makes both of you uneasy."
My senior sister has never been in a relationship and is usually upright and rigid, so I never expected her to be able to understand my thoughts so clearly.
Pei Xueyan was unwilling to tell her her master's dying words.
The senior sister was naturally unaware that the deepest pain in her heart at that moment was precisely this matter.
But she still planned to go to the Qingzong Sect to see him.
At least, when she was seriously injured, Jiang Qiye still cried out his name with heart-wrenching pain.
How could I forget?
How could I not be heartbroken?
Whether it was the three lifetimes in the illusion, or their reunion and marriage after she lost her memory, every single event repeatedly tugged at her heartstrings.
But the memories were too heavy, and the feelings too deep, so in the end, resentment inevitably crept in.
Pei Xueyan stood up. This time she didn't bring much luggage, only a sword and a dagger.
[Author's Note]
The story will then move into the next phase, which will be slightly angsty, but the female lead has a good mindset and handles it well.
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