Chapter 50
◎A Couple with a Tragic Fate◎
"What are you unwilling to do?"
"You want me to get married whenever you want, and then you want to call off the engagement when you're tired of it? Is there any logic in this world that allows you to do whatever you please?"
Jiang Qiye knew she was joking again. He composed himself and his voice deepened: "Then what do you want? Your master and my master are still fighting fiercely right now. They will definitely oppose you and me being together. Besides, you may not really want it in your heart."
Pei Xueyan stepped forward and covered his mouth with her index finger: "So what about now? Are you still willing to come with me?"
When she speaks gently, her voice is so sweet; even just touching her feels like smelling wonderful.
Jiang Qiye's mental fortitude, which he had painstakingly cultivated and forcibly tempered over the past two or three months, collapsed in an instant, utterly defeated.
He raised his hand and brushed her fingers aside, staring intently at her: "Azheng, I want to hear the truth. After you remembered everything, do you still hate me? Do you really want to kill me and take revenge on me?"
Pei Xueyan's coquettish expression faded, replaced by a serious look. After a moment's thought, she answered:
“When I first came out of the illusion, my whole body felt like it had been peeled away, and I was in pain all over. I felt like I was about to shatter and die at any moment. At that time, I hated myself far more than I hated you. It was my own fault for not protecting my cultivation, which led to this situation. I became a cripple and gave up on myself every day. Several times I thought about just smashing my head against a wall and killing myself.”
"I don't remember anything after that. Those days with you were truly happy and joyful. To tell you the truth, at first I was thinking of tricking you into giving me some cultivation points, but later I wanted to just keep playing with you and staying together forever. At that time, my mind was blank, I didn't have to think about anything, I just felt that with you by my side, everything was fine."
She sighed, a sense of melancholy that was hard to describe.
"But once I remembered everything, a wave of hatred washed over me. I hate you, but I hate myself even more, hate that I married you so easily. You are so wicked, I hate you so much. Thinking about the past makes me feel unbearably painful, and I've wanted to kill you so many times, to make you taste the suffering and pain I've endured all this time. But what about you? You've never changed your mind, you only listen to your master, you've always been distant and aloof towards me, never giving me a clear answer. Now I feel both love and hate for you. Jiang Qiye, tell me, what should I do?"
Pei Xueyan speaks in a way that mixes truth and falsehood, making things sound real even when they don't exist, and she gets more and more carried away as she talks, eventually covering her face and crying.
Jiang Qiye listened, his heart trembling, almost entranced. In truth, these days had been a relief for him.
The truth that she had been deliberately hiding all along was eventually discovered by her.
I had imagined countless times what she would be like after learning everything, but now it seems that she is much better than I expected, isn't she?
She didn't seem to hate him as much as he had feared; at the very least, she was still willing to joke with him like this.
Unable to suppress the feelings that had been building up in his heart for so long, Jiang Qiye lowered his head and tried to kiss her.
Unexpectedly, a thunderous rebuke suddenly came from above.
"Jiang Qiye! Kneel down and reflect on your mistakes! If you are bewitched by this demoness again, I will expel you from the sect, and our master-disciple relationship will be severed from now on!"
Pei Xueyan laughed slyly, her clear laughter carrying a hint of mockery: "Haha, good Taoist priest, you've been punished to carry water for almost three months, yet you're still so susceptible to temptation. It seems this water-carrying punishment will have to be extended to a year!"
"you!"
Jiang Qiye felt a sudden tightness in his chest, unable to go up or down. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
These days, he had finally managed to calm his heart, but just now, after hearing her heartfelt words, he was moved, only to have her so casually dismiss them as a joke.
All the heartfelt confessions and struggles she poured out were reduced to a trivial joke in her eyes.
He staggered back a few steps, and following his master's instructions, knelt in the center of the hall, closed his eyes, and forced himself to concentrate and meditate.
These days, the physical strain, the emotional pain, and the turmoil and torment brought about by each encounter with her have made him, who is not good at expressing his feelings, gradually reveal his true feelings to her.
In the end, all I got in return was her joke.
Pei Xueyan didn't pay much attention to his reaction.
Since losing her cultivation, it has become common for her to experience turbulent blood and qi, vomit blood, and faint. This kind of scene is nothing to her.
She bent down and picked up the Great Vajra Umbrella that had just fallen. She casually opened it, and the surface of the umbrella was densely engraved with various Heart Sutras. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that it contained a hallucinogenic mystery.
The True Sect has so many good items.
Previously, I thought this was just a hypocritical and pretentious sect with no substance, but now it seems that it actually has some real strength, no wonder no one dares to provoke it easily.
Seeing that he was still wiping the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, Pei Xueyan took out a plain handkerchief from her bosom, squatted down and handed it to him.
Jiang Qiye turned his head away, refusing to take it.
Seeing this, she reached out to wipe him herself.
Just then, a loud bang came from the roof, shaking the entire hall!
Before the two could even look up, tiles rained down, smashing a large hole in the roof.
Immediately afterward, Master Wangyu plummeted down from the hole, his palm brimming with fierce spiritual power, and slammed it towards Pei Xueyan, roaring, "Witch! Don't you dare harm my disciple! Today I will take your life!"
Pei Xueyan had no time to dodge. At the critical moment, Jiang Qiye suddenly reached out and pulled her to his side.
The sharp spiritual energy grazed past the top of her head and slammed heavily onto her back!
The immense force sent her flying uncontrollably, crashing violently into a row of carved doors and windows.
The wooden doors and windows shattered instantly, and Pei Xueyan fell heavily to the ground. She felt as if her ribs were being torn apart, and the pain was excruciating. Her vision blurred, and even breathing became difficult.
The force of this palm strike was far greater than the one from last night; it possessed a full eight or nine levels of internal power! Fortunately, she had her cultivation protecting her body, otherwise she would have already died.
"Ah Zheng!!!"
Jiang Qiye let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Watching helplessly as her clothes ripped apart, her hairpins fell off, and her long black hair flew wildly in disarray from the blow, one can only imagine how much pain she was in.
Her master really wanted her dead!
Jiang Qiye struggled to crawl over and check on her, but was instantly bound by Master Wangyu's spiritual power and unable to move.
"You have a bright future ahead of you, why waste your energy on romantic love? You never learn your lesson! I see that you have already lost your mind and can no longer distinguish right from wrong! Since that is the case, I will help you sever this emotional ties and help you concentrate on your cultivation!"
Just as he was about to cast a spell, Ye Xiuluo's figure flew in through the hole in the roof.
She immediately spotted Pei Xueyan lying on the ground, barely alive, and flew into a rage, shouting, "You old thief! And you little lecher! You hurt my disciple and took advantage of her, today we'll settle this once and for all!"
Having said that, Ye Xiuluo gathered all his spiritual power and shoved it hard into the back of Master Wangyu.
At this moment, Master Wangyu was only focused on severing Jiang Qiye's emotional ties. Even though he sensed the strong wind coming from behind, he only slightly turned his body and did not completely dodge.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xiuluo flew over, and the two of them simultaneously gathered their power on Jiang Qiye, who was trapped by spiritual energy and unable to move!
They were all senior figures with unfathomable cultivation levels. Regardless of how they acquired their cultivation, their spiritual power and strength were sharp enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, extremely sharp.
Jiang Qiye is just a mortal, how could he withstand the full force of the attack from two powerful beings?
I felt as if my meridians were being torn apart, my internal organs were churning, and my whole body was about to explode from the force of these two powerful forces!
The second spell to sever the root of love, passed down from his master, was still condensing above his head.
In an instant, under the double attack, Jiang Qiye's hair suddenly exploded, his clothes were instantly ripped to shreds by the two forces, and his whole body convulsed in excruciating pain.
Pei Xueyan lay on the ground, looking at Jiang Qiye's face contorted with extreme pain. Her heart tightened, and she endured the excruciating pain all over her body as she crawled toward him little by little.
She touched the remnants of his sleeve, and when she got any closer, the powerful spiritual energy once again repelled her to the side.
Her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, filled with broken sobs and pleading: "Master... Master, Master... please stop hitting him, he... he's going to die..."
Ye Xiuluo and Master Wangyu were already bloodthirsty, their spiritual power radiating a blinding white light that shot straight into the sky through the hole in the roof, making this earth-shattering duel visible from over a hundred miles away.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Xiuluo's body went limp, and his once black hair turned white at a visible speed. He fell from the sky as if he were completely exhausted and crashed heavily onto the floor of the main hall.
Master Wangyu, who already had white hair at his temples, now had more than half of it, and his breath became weak and feeble. He also collapsed to the ground.
Jiang Qiye, however, could not withstand such a huge impact and completely fainted.
Pei Xueyan mustered her last bit of strength and crawled to Ye Xiuluo's side. She was so weak that she couldn't even get up, but tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. She cried out in a hoarse voice, "Master... Master, what's wrong? What's wrong?"
Although Ye Xiuluo was only in her thirties, she looked as haggard as an old woman, and now with her white hair, she looked even more like an old lady.
She forced a smile, reached out her withered hand, and gently touched Pei Xueyan's cheek: "Master... this time you really have no cultivation left..."
"No, Master, I will pass on my cultivation to you! I will give it to you!"
Ye Xiuluo gently shook his head and said with a smile, "Silly child, cultivation can't be passed on so easily... After fighting that old scoundrel Wang Yu, his cultivation must be almost gone... Our combined power... was all transferred to that silly boy..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she began to cough violently, her lips turned pale, and the wrinkles on her face deepened, making her look as if she were on her last legs.
"Don't cry... my good disciple..." Ye Xiuluo's voice grew softer and softer, "Master is so sorry... Before I went to find your martial uncle, the cultivation techniques I passed on to you were all fundamentally damaging... Women who practiced them would age faster and their bodies would be harmed... Your senior sister had to take care of the manor, so I had no choice but to pass them on to you..."
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