Chapter 15. The long sword pierced her heart. Little by little...
The phosphorescent flames ignited, and suddenly a bright light filled the room, falling on Meng Chiwan's face along with the candlestick.
Then the girl's expression changed. She said to her, "Are you going to arrest me?"
The girl was trying to avoid the flames.
She said urgently, "Although I don't understand what's going on either, now is clearly not the time to explain! You should leave quickly!"
The girl's voice grew pained, and the sword character on her face soon began to bleed again, making her look even more terrifying.
Her voice was hoarse and strained, as if it had been cut open again: "I can't leave."
For some reason, golden light flickered in the four corners of the room, and then the golden light grew like threads, slowly and gently forming a circle, trapping the two of them inside!
She reached out to touch the golden light, but it passed right through her knuckles without causing her any harm.
But the sword-shaped features on the girl's face were now covered in bright red blood, flowing freely across her face and blurring her features into a blur.
It was clear that the golden light had not yet touched the girl, as if the silk thread was not woven into a flat surface, but into a barrier!
The girl's voice grew increasingly shrill, and her figure became increasingly faint, as if... she would completely vanish in the next moment.
Meng Chiwan tried to shield her from the golden light, but it was all in vain. At that moment, her body seemed not to be a solid entity, but a bamboo basket riddled with holes.
A drop of bright red blood dripped from the girl's feet, then quickly disappeared upon touching the ground.
She took each step with difficulty, as if trying to reach something.
Finally, her hands began to turn transparent. As if resigned to her fate, she said, "Bring that...bag...here..."
Meng Chiwan looked in the direction she pointed.
Teacups, candlesticks, and books.
No, there's a small bag next to the book.
According to Yun Xianqing, it is a seed bag.
Inside were several seeds. I don't know what kind of seeds they were.
"If you're going to arrest me, then use it... I... can't..." Her voice suddenly choked with sobs.
Without a second thought, Meng Chiwan quickly presented the seed bag to the girl, her heart filled with anxiety, praying that it would keep her there.
There are still so many unfinished and unknown things.
Besides, the boy once called her his savior.
The moment she touched the seed bag, the girl's figure vanished, as if she had turned into countless specks of dust in the air.
From then on, all the power of life and death was buried in that small space.
The seed bag was burning hot in her palm.
But before she could look again, the door behind her suddenly swung open.
In an instant, she tucked it into her belt.
Then she looked up at the person who had come.
I came uninvited.
They also broke in without permission.
"Immortal Lord, such behavior is hardly gentlemanly." Her voice was cold and sharp.
"I'm sorry, young lady. But what can I do when you don't tell the truth? I had no choice but to resort to this." His voice was gentle, with a hint of amusement.
"Girl, where did that ghost go?" Another voice, even colder and more impolite than during the day, came from someone else, as if... a completely different person.
What she saw reflected in her eyes were none other than the two young immortal lords from the daytime.
The wrist of the gentler boy trembled more violently than before. She stared intently, trying to see clearly, but it was hidden in his sleeve.
"What the hell? I've never seen this before." Her voice remained indifferent, and the ice that had melted earlier now froze again with the atmosphere.
"Young lady, why do you think this exorcism array appeared?" The young man's smile remained unchanged, but his voice had become somewhat colder.
The other boy's sword was already half-drawn from its sheath. Then, the gentle boy calmly pressed it down.
"Don't worry, senior brother," he said, raising his wrist. "The bell is vibrating so violently; the ghost is still here and can't escape."
A string of bells on his wrist trembled like butterfly wings, yet unlike ordinary bells that could be heard ringing, they were utterly silent, yet they could freeze her heart.
She suddenly remembered the tremors in his wrist during the day.
It turned out that he had sensed the presence of a ghost during the day.
But how did he set up the formation?
Clearly, they were right under her nose from beginning to end.
"When has the Immortal Lord ever told me the truth?" she chuckled, the flickering candlelight carried by the wind brushing against her cheek.
The young man looked around, his eyes gleaming with golden light. His fingertips lightly traced the surface of the table before pausing in mid-air. "Young lady, you have a destiny for immortality. If you wish to cultivate immortality, I truly can help you."
He paused, his gaze falling on the book she had set aside: "Young lady, you don't have to... read these boring and useless books..."
His voice was as soft as ever: "As long as... the girl hands over that ghost."
Meng Chiwan was frozen in place for a moment, but upon hearing his words, she quickly realized that they didn't know where the ghost was, only that it was still in this room.
She was anxious, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Yun Xianqing.
Where is it?
Should we hand it over?
It felt as if lava was pounding in my heart, with wind and snow on one side and lava flowing in on the other, and pain began to rise in my mind.
At the same time, the communication talisman in the boy's arms sounded, as if summoning his soul and taking his life.
The next moment, the sound was drowned out.
The sound of the air being pierced by a sword and vibrating in the eardrum was drowned out.
The sword's intent echoed loudly in the night.
A long sword was pressed against his throat, about to pierce him in the next moment.
The boy who had been so gentle just moments before seemed no longer the boy who had held down his senior brother's hand as he drew his sword and slowly pushed it back into its sheath.
At this moment, he became the one truly pointing his sword at her.
The laughter in his voice seemed to have been swallowed up by something, and when he spoke, it was even colder than his senior brother's: "Where?"
Meng Chiwan's astonishment and tension reached their peak; she was about to break through her cultivation level.
Her hands were trembling.
The person wielding the sword had a blank expression, so mechanical it was as if they were performing some unavoidable task.
The sword tip pierced her belt.
The moment her clothes came undone, someone suddenly pushed the boy away, then gently embraced her and fell onto the bed.
The fresh yet familiar woody scent in her arms sent a shiver down her spine.
Then, her sash was tied up.
Although she often addressed various immortals as "Lord of Humanity," there was always one person who was different.
She had saved this man herself. In fact, she had once been willing to put his life above hers, even though it was to defy fate.
She even knew he was no good person. Yet, he was undeniably different. While she was still far from being a good person.
"Yun Xianqing." She said each word clearly, her voice almost a murmur.
Something slid down her clothes.
Then she saw the boy's sword tip pierce the seed bag.
Did we still fail to do it?
She gently closed her eyes and sighed softly.
Before long, the warmth on his body subsided.
Once again, all I could see was darkness.
No, I can see things clearly.
That night.
She was running.
Is she running?
She wanted to stop.
She gasped for breath. A sharp, piercing pain shot through her chest, as if pricked by needles. Then came the thunderous pounding of her heart, each beat matching the ceaseless movement of her feet.
She was shocked to realize that she couldn't control her body.
Still running.
"Grab her!"
A sharp pain shot through her body, almost causing her to kneel down. It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her.
But "she" didn't. "She" staggered, a cut on her hand from a branch, the depth of which was unclear, but in that situation, she felt no pain.
The will to survive was so strong that it threatened to burst through the body.
Meng Chiwan belatedly realized that perhaps she was in someone else's body.
She was still confused, unsure whether it was a dream or reality.
But this person couldn't escape that shadow.
She fell to the ground. She gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed a deep, almost surging, sea of sweat. Her heart ached so badly she wanted to tear it out and scream for it to stop hurting.
She was very sad. So sad that she felt like she was dying.
In fact, he really was going to die.
Meng Chiwan felt what she felt. But Meng Chiwan didn't understand why this person was so sad.
She sobbed and then finally burst into tears.
Then the pain in my heart was put on pause.
No. Perhaps the whole world has stopped.
A long sword pierced her heart. Little by little... her life force faded away.
The longsword was drawn again, and then thrust back in.
In the hazy, indistinct sounds, they all seemed to be coming from underwater.
"You can stop now. Give her a life-saving pill. Master said that only when she's on the verge of death..."
It hurts so much, it hurts so much. It hurts so much.
But why hasn't the sadness subsided?
"Brother... Brother..." She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
But Meng Chiwan inside her could hear it.
"It hurts so much..."
As the last words escaped her lips, Meng Chiwan was plunged into darkness once more. She screamed hoarsely, as if she were being tossed about in a sea of suffering, trying to climb ashore, only to be pulled back down again and again.
Drifting and sinking, I know not where I'm headed.
My body is getting hotter and hotter. It's starting to hurt. It feels like something is burning me.
I can't open my eyes. It seems like I can't open them at all. Or maybe not. In any case, I can't see anything. Everything in front of me is pitch black, as if it's been covered in ink.
She remembered that when she was young, she would grind ink for her mother, or her father, or... someone else. She couldn't remember.
This time, Meng Chiwan seems to have regained control of her body.
But when she raised her hand, she didn't touch any facial features.
There was nothing there. It was completely empty.
It's like a blank sheet of paper. A blank sheet of paper that anyone can scribble or draw on.
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In the nineteenth year after Song Wanting transmigrated into the book, she met Wen Jingyi.
At that time, she was the youngest Mahayana stage expert in the entire cultivation world.
At that time, Wen Jingyi, who was once the eldest son of the Wen family and was now a cuckoo in the nest, had his cultivation destroyed and was exiled to the north.
The north was bitterly cold, yet Wen Jingyi, with his mortal body, climbed nine hundred and ninety-nine snow towers for her, picking the only broken jade flower in the world for her. He endured the excruciating pain that tore his soul apart, yet still smiled and asked her if she liked it.
Song Wanting thought that was love. A person was willing to give everything for her, just to make her happy.
Therefore, it is understandable that she later abandoned the path of ruthlessness for him, gave up everything, and started over.
She went from being the high and mighty Palace Master of Fuyi Palace to becoming a laughing stock in the entire cultivation world.
Everyone says that no matter how famous she was in the past, or how much of a prodigy she was, she was ultimately defeated by a man.
Wen Jingyi asked her if she regretted it, and she just smiled and shook her head, saying she didn't regret it.
Until the twenty-second year of Chunhe, when Wen Jingyi personally knocked her off the cliff and sealed her under the cliff of Bukui, Song Wanting looked at his smiling eyes and suddenly thought of that broken jade flower.
She asked why.
But Wen Jingyi's dark eyes held no trace of affection, only a vast expanse of frost. He gave her no answer, yet it seemed as if he had given her the most resolute answer.
When she later heard that Wen Jingyi had used her own blood and bones to carve the most beautiful flower for her beloved, she had little reaction.
It was only when he learned that there were originally two Broken Jade Flowers that he gave the most translucent one to White Moonlight before giving her the remaining one that she was furious for the first time.
It turns out that even this one and only love has been divided into two.
She suddenly thought of a saying: "Others won't give me what's left over unless they pick it up themselves."
In the twenty-fourth year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Song Wanting broke the seal and climbed up from the bottom of the Bitter Cliff.
In front of the entire cultivation world, he presented Wen Jingyi with seventeen swords as a tribute to the seventeen years of Chunhe when she abandoned the path of ruthlessness.
The broken jade flowers fell to the ground and were trampled into the mud.
She broke off a section of his finger bone, carved it into a bone whistle, and sent it to his beloved from afar.
Then they imprisoned him in the Fuyi Palace, tormenting him day and night.
On the day of Song Wanting's wedding to Wen Ruxu, the real eldest son of the Wen family, she received countless blessings, but Wen Jingyi's was the only one missing.
Wen Jingyi also escaped from Fuyi Palace on that day.
That day, Wen Jingyi's white clothes were stained blood red, and his eyes were filled with intense madness.
The joyous music of their wedding became Wen Ruxu's mournful lament before her death. Wen Jingyi's white robe, stained crimson, became her true wedding attire.
Everyone knew perfectly well that the once upright and honorable eldest son of the Wen family had fallen into demonic possession and become a fearsome monster.
After that, Wen Jingyi went mad, searching high and low for the most unique broken jade flower in the world, hoping that Song Wanting would look at him again.
Consumption Guide:
1. The male lead is truly insane and a real jerk, but the white moonlight is a misunderstanding; both are virgins.
2. This is a cultivation novel with many personal settings; please do not take it too seriously.
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