Chapter 106
Feng Xiaosheng's hand paused.
As the firelight flickered, she looked into Ning Jiao's eyes, which were filled with hypocrisy and madness, and suddenly understood what she meant.
Ning Jiao wanted to kill her himself.
In this way, Feng Xiaosheng would be seen as someone who killed her close friend and junior sister. In the rumors circulating throughout the world, she would be no longer an innocent person, just like Sheng Ningyu, who had killed her brother.
Feng Xiaosheng found it extremely ridiculous.
The bright moon shines straight in, its intent unfathomable.
Sheng Ningyu only does what she wants to do and says what she wants to say, living freely and roaming the world.
Just like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, it neither lingers because of anyone's praise nor disappears because of anyone's slander.
But Feng Xiaosheng didn't expect that Ning Jiao would care.
That's really strange.
Ning Jiao cared about things that Sheng Ningyu didn't care about.
"Is that all?" Feng Xiaosheng didn't believe it.
Holding the Hundred Feathers Fan, she coldly looked at Ning Jiao: "She trusted you so much, loved you so much... yet you caused her to lie in a coffin for sixty years, and in the end, all she did was beg me to kill you?"
Do you trust them?
Do you cherish it?
So this is how others see her.
……nausea!
That's disgusting!
Why...why didn't anyone tell her sooner?
Ning Jiao's face turned deathly pale one moment, and then she started giggling to herself the next. Feng Xiaosheng frowned, wondering what kind of conspiracy she was plotting, but then she thought that whatever it was, she was not afraid.
Haha, that would be fun.
Feng Xiaosheng thought that once she was rescued by Sheng Ningyu, she would definitely talk about this matter for the rest of her life.
At that time, she would also imitate Ning Jiao, pretending to be pitiful whenever possible, so that Sheng Ningyu wouldn't be deceived by outsiders again.
Having made up her mind, Feng Xiaosheng relaxed completely. She looked at Ning Jiao with a leisurely air: "There are some things that Sheng Mingyue is unwilling to ask, but I want to ask them clearly."
"Who else but you and the Chu family son were the ones who harmed her that day?"
Ning Jiao raised her eyebrows: "I will only tell my senior sister about this."
Feng Xiaosheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing in them.
In an instant, a condensed, almost tangible, pale golden spiritual energy struck Ning Jiao!
The blow wasn't heavy, but Ning Jiao's bones had already been broken by Yan Wurong, and now he was struck by several spiritual forces. He could barely stand up before, but now he was completely lying on the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Ugh...!"
Ning Jiao let out a short, muffled groan, and her already strained body suddenly went limp, collapsing to the ground.
Dust mixed with the still-wet blood stained her pale cheeks and disheveled hair.
Even so, Ning Jiao was still smiling.
She raised her eyes to look at Feng Xiaosheng, blood trickling from her lips as she spoke: "The events of that year... the Phoenix Clan were also involved. Does Young Lord not know of this?"
Feng Xiaosheng's hands, hidden in his sleeves, suddenly clenched into fists.
Ning Jiao chuckled and said, "I know Young Master, I admire Young Master's character, and I know that Young Master and Sword Master are very good friends... Haha, the whole world knows this."
"But this matter is of great importance, and I don't know everything about it. To avoid any mistakes or omissions, I will only tell her."
Ning Jiao's way of addressing people was incoherent, and now he was referring to Sheng Ningyu as "Sword Master".
Feng Xiaosheng was no longer the ethereal phoenix she once was. Her gaze sharpened slightly as she asked Ning Jiao, "Are you jealous of her?"
No, that's not right.
Feng Xiaosheng said, "You're jealous of me."
This is really strange.
Feng Xiaosheng said incredulously, "Is this why you want to harm her?"
Ning Jiao burst into laughter.
This time, she didn't care about her image, laughing pathetically as blood kept spilling from her mouth.
As she coughed up blood, she said in a low voice, "Yes, because I'm jealous of you."
you.
A world-renowned genius, and a close friend known to all.
And what about Ning Jiao?
However, as "Junior Sister of Sword Pavilion" and "Disciple of Sword Master," she is even more regrettable for "lacking even a fraction of Sheng Mingyue's talent."
Feng Xiaosheng truly didn't understand.
Doesn't Ning Jiao know?
Ning Jiao certainly knew.
But the more she knew, the more she hated it.
It's better than ignoring it.
She also hopes that people around the world will mention "Ning Jiao" and "Sheng Ningyu" together.
But Sheng Ningyu refused.
So Ning Jiao did all sorts of bad things. She thought that her senior sister was so powerful that she would soon be able to leave the Mitian Realm and take her back after all the bad things she had done.
Whether you beat her, scold her, or kill her, it doesn't matter.
This time, her name, along with the three characters "Sheng Ningyu," will be entangled in the conversations of people all over the world.
Ning Jiao will become an irreplaceable figure, not just anyone can be her "junior sister".
Over the years, Ning Jiao had seen far too many of Sheng Ningyu's "junior sisters".
Sheng Ningyu was always so gentle and attentive to them. Despite being a person with little patience, she was always very tolerant of her junior sisters.
Ning Jiao was extremely jealous.
But Sheng Ningyu did not come out.
No.
Snow began to fall in the city lord's mansion at some unknown time.
It wasn't a heavy snowfall, but rather a fine, dense drizzle, like rain or mist, making one's eyes sting and throb, and one constantly suspects that tears will fall.
A few streaks of blood, carried by the wind, fell into the charred Xuandu Palace. Ning Jiao murmured, stunned, "I originally wanted her to be trapped in the Yin-Yang Blood Array to keep me company for a hundred years..."
She wanted to be that lofty "bright moon," and she wanted Sheng Ningyu to experience the suffering she had endured.
But she was reluctant to let go, reluctant to let herself truly experience the darkness and chaos of the dungeon, reluctant to let herself truly lose that carefree and fearless spirit, reluctant to let herself truly be unable to wield a sword.
Inside the blood array, Ning Jiao softened when she saw someone daring to bully her.
She genuinely wanted to teach Sheng Ningyu swordsmanship and truly wanted Sheng Ningyu to pick up a sword.
But Ning Jiao didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
So quickly, she slaughtered the countless puppet guards in the dungeon, and so quickly broke through the sword technique that she had painstakingly researched for decades.
Ning Jiao laughed again, with a childlike innocence and boastfulness: "Young Master, isn't my senior sister amazing?"
Feng Xiaosheng remained silent.
She pondered whether her decision to keep Ning Jiao was right or wrong.
Feng Xiaosheng wanted Sheng Ningyu to know the truth, but he couldn't actually use the soul-searching technique on Ning Jiao.
If he only killed Ning Jiao, Feng Xiaosheng was confident that he could still appease Sheng Ningyu.
But if Ning Jiao were to suffer the torment of soul-searching, Sheng Ningyu probably wouldn't forgive herself easily.
Ning Jiao didn't care what Feng Xiaosheng was thinking. She spoke while coughing up blood and then laughed.
"Later, I thought about letting her do it herself."
She wanted to be with her.
Whether it's casual conversation or gossip in teahouses, she wants to be mentioned alongside others in the stories.
Love or hate, their names will always be linked. She will become "Ning Jiao, the junior sister killed by Sheng Ningyu," and not someone who is dispensable.
But what's the point?
When the moment came, Ning Jiao suddenly suppressed the madness on his face and whispered, "Please, young lord, kill me quickly."
Feng Xiaosheng didn't believe him: "Didn't you want Sheng Ningyu to do it herself?"
"I've figured it out." Ning Jiao smiled again. At this moment, she was beautiful and lovely, and her smile was innocent and pure, just like the naive little girl in the Sword Pavilion back then.
"It's best not to associate her name with mine."
It doesn't sound good.
Ning Jiao said, "I have my own way of conveying those words to her. Young Master, please do it quickly."
Feng Xiaosheng said, "I can end this, but you must answer a few questions for me."
Ning Jiao said, "Young Master, please ask."
Feng Xiaosheng: "This Yin-Yang Blood Array, was it truly created by you alone?"
Ning Jiao: "Yes."
"Ning Jiao, I am truly curious, how did you recognize her?"
Sheng Ningyu's disguise was very clever, and with the help of Feng Qingli and Xie Qianjing, there was no reason why she should be seen through so easily.
Ning Jiao laughed: "So, Young Master is curious about this."
Feng Xiaosheng still didn't believe her, and wasn't moved in the slightest by her previous words.
This young lord of the Phoenix Clan gave all his worldly weaknesses, loves, hates, and resentments to his senior sister.
Now, Ning Jiao is actually quite happy.
Now, my senior sister is surrounded by good people.
"This matter was originally intended to be known to the young master."
Feng Xiaosheng said coldly, "Don't try to be mysterious."
Ning Jiao shook her head: "I wouldn't dare." She seemed to relax completely, and bent her finger to check her pulse: "It's here."
Before Feng Xiaosheng could react, Ning Jiao, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers forming claws, and fiercely grabbed at his own wrist!
She used her fingers as swords to cut open her own heart!
Blood and flesh were mangled between his fingers, and fresh blood gushed out.
Feng Xiaosheng was taken aback and said sharply, "What are you doing!"
Suspecting that Ning Jiao had deliberately set a trap, she immediately knelt down to treat her.
Excruciating pain pierced through Ning Jiao's body. The immense suffering from her flesh and blood to her mind overwhelmed her, as if thousands of silver needles were constantly churning in her heart, causing her entire body to tremble.
Did Sheng Ningyu also experience this kind of pain back then?
Thinking about it this way, Ning Jiao laughed intermittently again.
"Young Master, don't worry." She struggled to raise her wrist, pointing to the bloody mess, "This is... a spirit bone."
What kind of spirit bone?
Feng Xiaosheng's mind went blank for a moment before he suddenly realized what Ning Jiao meant.
"You mean, this is Sheng Ningyu's spiritual bone?"
Ning Jiao nodded with difficulty, having already removed the spirit bone from her flesh: "It's... I got it from the Chu family."
What is Chu Jiye anyway? He also possesses her spirit bones.
After several attempts, Ning Jiao finally placed the spiritual bone that had been placed in the "Bright Moon Heart" truly in her heart.
Thinking of these things, Ning Jiao felt no pain, but rather a sense of pleasure. Even though blood was flowing from her body and mouth, she still managed to raise the corners of her mouth and say, "Young Master Lao, please pass this on."
Feng Xiaosheng looked at her quietly, then suddenly asked, "Does Sheng Ningyu know?"
Ning Jiao: "She doesn't know."
The pool of blood made Ning Jiao's face appear deathly pale.
Anyone who saw this scene would think that someone who died such a violent death would become a vengeful ghost.
But Feng Xiaosheng knew that Ning Jiao could not become a demon.
Demons and ghosts must have grievances and hatred, and unresolved karmic obsessions.
But if you resent someone, you won't keep their remains close to your heart for decades.
Even for this reason, Feng Xiaosheng was willing to give Ning Jiao a kind look.
While using her spiritual power to stabilize Ning Jiao's soul, she asked, "Can you sense her just by using her spiritual bones?"
"Of course not." Ning Jiao no longer cared about her image. She was disheveled, but when she recalled the scene from that day, she smiled gently.
"I touched her hand."
Feng Xiaosheng: "I've heard that if someone else's spirit bone is involved, the owner of the spirit bone will feel pain when the two touch. But why didn't Sheng Ningyu notice it, but you did?"
Ning Jiao braced himself against the ground and said with difficulty, "Perhaps I really do have a talent for array formations."
She designed a formation that could cause pain to shift and reverse yin and yang.
At that time, Ning Jiao did not know where Sheng Ningyu was, nor did she know whether Sheng Ningyu would wake up again.
But Ning Jiao knew that her senior sister couldn't stand being wronged. If she could wake up, she would definitely find the spiritual bone and seek revenge.
As for the cost of this formation...
"Young lord, there's no need to waste your energy. I designed the Yin-Yang Blood Array, which defies the heavens, so I was destined to live for less than a hundred years."
"I won't accept it," Feng Xiaosheng said coldly. "You pay for it yourself."
Ning Jiao suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Everything fell silent.
It's as if the whole world is but a speck of dust, and all love and hate will eventually cease.
A pure white voice fell silently before my eyes.
Ning Jiao raised her eyes in a daze.
One glance, and love and hate are reborn.
Ning Jiao suddenly felt ashamed.
She became concerned about her appearance again, her love and hate began to swirl again, and she started to resent Sheng Ningyu, finding her utterly disgusting.
Bright Moon Sword Master, Bright Moon.
She was always so pure and ethereal, truly like the moon, even in her downfall she remained so free and clean, untouched by any dust.
Unfortunately, he was covered in blood, his bones were broken, and he was in a sorry state, hardly dignified.
Ning Jiao didn't want to appear in front of Sheng Ningyu like this, feeling that it would make her seem inferior.
So she pushed Feng Xiaosheng away, staggered as she tried to stand up, her eyes bloodshot, and laughed like a madwoman.
"Sword Master, did you come here specifically to finish me off?"
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Author's Note: [Starry-eyed]
I saw some questions before about how long it would take to finish, and now it's starting to wrap up! It's expected to finish around January 10th! (Anyway, definitely before January 15th!)
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