Chapter 72
Sheng Ningyu made this decision not because she had thought about it so much.
In fact, her idea was very simple.
As she walked towards Yuan Shuhe, demonic energy and spiritual power mingled together, attacking her like swords. Since she hadn't used her spiritual power to protect herself, all the attacks felt like her bones were being ripped out, causing her pain in every part of her body.
Sheng Ningyu quickly came to a conclusion.
These attacks, though painful, are still fake.
This move can only be described as vicious.
After all, in the Trial of a Thousand Mountains, physical injuries can be faked, but once one's mental state is lost, even after leaving the trial, one may never be able to return to what one was before.
However, why did those people settle for second best instead of suppressing it entirely with spiritual power...?
The demonic energy surged into her wound without being obstructed in the slightest.
Sheng Ningyu raised her eyebrows, her mind racing, and she had already guessed a lot.
It's likely that Xie Qianjing had taken down many of that man's henchmen outside.
Sheng Ningyu relaxed her brows, her face still bearing a smile that seemed somewhat unrealistic given her situation.
Sheng Ningyu realized something.
Having figured this out, Sheng Ningyu laughed, the sound echoing in the illusion, which seemed rather eerie.
Possessed by demonic possession.
Killing two birds with one stone.
Sheng Ningyu grasped Yuan Shuhe's desire to save everyone, looked at the young man in front of her whose eyes were faintly glowing with bloodlust, and sighed: "Young Master Yuan, didn't you hear me clearly? I said, I'm going to fall into demonic possession."
After saying that, Sheng Ningyu felt that the surrounding demonic energy was entering her body too slowly, so she simply raised her hand and used her spiritual power to cut open her palm, leaving countless wounds, and forcibly attracted the demonic energy!
Not only Yuan Shuhe, but everyone outside the trial was stunned.
"This disciple..."
Among the eleven sects, an elder from the Xuanji Tower hesitated and whispered, "It seems..."
She was preoccupied with her own thoughts and ultimately didn't say anything.
However, the previous suspicion that this disciple was related to the Sword Master has completely vanished.
After all, everyone knows that the Sword Master of Bright Moon hates the Demon Clan to the core. If you ask who in the world is least likely to be associated with the Demon Clan, the older generation would almost immediately say "Sword Master of Bright Moon" without even thinking.
But now...
"Elder Hua, do you think this method is feasible?"
Where the bluebird and the single flower were, a person spoke in a melodious voice.
The tone is melodious and moving, like the delicate and touching petals of a flower in full bloom, but the stickiness it contains is like the hidden poison of the flower, making people feel uneasy.
Elder Hua, whose name was called out, smiled bitterly to himself, but had no choice but to answer.
The one who spoke was none other than their sect leader, Feng Qingli.
“I think this method won’t work.” Elder Hua bowed his head respectfully and said, “This boy probably wants to attract the attention of the Yuan family by drawing demonic energy into his body, thereby stopping his demonic possession.”
As he spoke, Elder Hua's tone couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration: "This move was indeed quite clever, but..."
But demonic energy is not something to be trifled with.
Never before had anyone been so deeply infected by demonic energy during the trials.
Besides, she's possessed by a demon, so what does she want to do?
Unable to resist, Elder Hua looked up again and gazed intently at the scenery of the thousand mountains. When he looked away, he couldn't help but say with regret, "After falling into demonic possession, there is always a period of mental confusion... We'll see if this disciple can pull through."
Of course, he had more to say.
If this disciple fails to accomplish anything after she emerges, at most everyone will feel a pang of regret. Moreover, since she interrupted the young master of the Yuan family's attempt to become a demon, Linghuanwu will not treat her unfairly.
Feng Qingli chuckled, a hint of mockery in his voice, and was about to speak when a sudden, sharp sound came from the head of the table.
With a loud "bang!"
Someone crushed something.
Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was the former palace master, whose breathing had been steady, who loosened his grip slightly and crushed the teacup in front of him to pieces.
“Unstable in temperament, disrespectful of the law.” Yuan Bushu uttered these eight words in a flat and straightforward tone, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
The elders around him paused, exchanged glances, and were somewhat puzzled.
"Is the Palace Master referring to...Young Master Yuan?"
Before they could figure it out, Feng Xiaosheng said in an equally cold voice, "Feng Jiutian is truly useless."
All the elders were puzzled. Qi Baiya rarely spoke up: "This matter is truly unexpected. It is because we did not conduct thorough investigations that we allowed those with ulterior motives to infiltrate. No wonder the Phoenix Clan disciples are like this."
Feng Xiaosheng sneered, about to say something, but when he saw Ning Jiao standing behind Qi Baiya, he didn't bother to say a word.
Han Yuyi frowned again and said in a low voice, "It would be better if I suppressed my cultivation and blended in."
Yan Ruchao, unusually, did not utter a word of criticism. He looked at Han Yuyi beside him and said in a low voice, "Rong Que is still here, nothing will happen."
Han Yuyi turned her head, and as their eyes met, they both understood each other's meaning.
Who could it be?
...
In that instant, Yuan Shuhe's mind suddenly cleared!
If Senior Sheng perishes in this trial...
In an instant, the elder brother's solemn expression, the sister-in-law's seemingly gentle smile, the host's cold gaze, and Senior Xie...
Yuan Shu suddenly shuddered. He felt that he had never been so clear-headed in nearly seventy years, and all the "demonic energy" on his body had vanished in an instant!
The last sentence was almost screamed out.
It wasn't that Yuan Shuhe had suddenly abandoned the decades-long "gentlemanly conduct" teachings of Yunwang Palace; it was simply because he witnessed a scene that made his heart tremble.
Sword Master, Sword Master raised the wooden sword, but not towards anyone else, but towards herself?!
Sheng Ningyu said nonchalantly, "Oh, I'll try becoming a demon."
How novel!
She's lived this long and has never been possessed by a demon!
He was more clear-headed than ever before.
Yu Wusheng was still looking down at everything from his high position, letting out a hearty laugh. The surrounding demonic energy suddenly fell like meteorites from the sky, and Yuan Shuhe smiled bitterly to himself.
He couldn't even imagine what he would encounter once he got out.
Sheng Ningyu lowered her head and weighed her "Invincible Sword" in her hand: "It won't work."
For some reason, the sword just wouldn't stab her.
Sheng Ningyu had considered directly fusing with the spirit bone during this trial, but firstly, the commotion would be too great, and secondly, what if the person discovered that she had already found the spirit bone and could not show herself and had to continue hiding?
Sheng Ningyu's eyes darted around, and she spotted Yuan Shuhe in the vast crowd. She raised an eyebrow and beckoned to him: "Come here."
Yuan Shuhe asked in a trembling voice, "Wh-what is it?"
Sheng Ningyu said calmly, "Use your magic weapon to attack me."
Attack?
The young master of Yunwang Palace, who always adhered to his principles, almost knelt down before Sheng Ningyu.
"Scared already?" Sheng Ningyu stared at him, raised her hand and waved it in front of him. Seeing that Yuan Shuhe actually didn't make a move, she couldn't help but ask in surprise, "But weren't you about to enter the demonic state just now? If you entered the demonic state, you wouldn't be able to distinguish friend from foe, and I would be attacked by you too."
After speaking, she reached for Yuan Shuhe's magical artifact without further ado. The young master of Yunwang Palace, completely disregarding his image, squatted on the ground, clutching his artifact tightly: "No! I won't become a demon!!!"
Sheng Ningyu chuckled softly.
She withdrew her hand, stood with her hands behind her back, and faced the onslaught of demonic energy and spiritual power. As lightning struck, her sleeves fluttered, seemingly splitting her figure in two.
Between black and white, divinity and demonic energy seem to coexist within her.
Outside the trial, everyone was shocked.
Only then did they understand what Sheng Ningyu wanted to do.
She didn't simply want to scare the young disciple of Yunwang Palace, but rather...
"She wants to obtain the greatest power to directly break through the trial?!" someone from the Chu family shrieked. "Wishful thinking! How is that possible?!"
Elder Flower of the Bluebird One-Leaf Flower also sighed, "It's difficult."
“If everyone follows suit, that will be the greatest disaster,” Elder Hua said. “I’m afraid there are many people here who don’t want her to live on with her nature unchanged.”
If one's character is so resolute, wouldn't one be like... a bright moon shining down?
Feng Qingli propped her chin up, seemingly lost in thought.
The atmosphere among the eleven immortal sects on the stage was tense, with everyone secretly sizing each other up. Qi Baiya even shielded Ning Jiao behind him and whispered something to Feng Shaojun. The face of the Chu family head was paler than ever before, almost reminiscent of the day the Sword Venerable died.
Just as the atmosphere was tense, Feng Qingli suddenly burst out laughing.
He drew out his words, speaking in a teasing tone: "Elder Hua, tell me, if I were Yuan Shuhe, would this little disciple do this for me?" He casually twirled the pear blossom formed from spiritual energy in his hand and said casually, "If she is willing to save me, I would like her to live a full life."
Many people turned their heads to look, and Elder Hua was completely stunned.
To be honest, if he hadn't known who this junior disciple was, he could have offered some compliments, but just now, Elder Hua had already learned the junior disciple's identity.
That's the female disciple from Yunwang Palace who looks quite similar to the Sword Master, and who was almost pushed off the spirit boat by his sect leader.
Ha ha.
Under the watchful eyes of many, Elder Hua raised his head with a forced smile and said respectfully, "Given the relationship between the two of you, I'm afraid not."
“That’s true.” Feng Qingli smiled casually.
He propped his head up with one hand, his whole body almost leaning on the couch, the crimson behind him spreading out like a flower in full bloom, its petals about to fade.
"But it's so strange."
In stark contrast to his undisciplined movements, the Bluebird One Leaf Sect Leader's gaze was intensely focused.
He looked at the Mirror of Heaven and Water, his voice very soft, almost a murmur: "...Even so, I still want her to live."
Even back then.
...He never imagined that the man would die.
Feng Xiaosheng, sitting at the head of the table, slightly opened his eyelids and glanced at him.
Unlike Feng Qingli and the others, they all knew why Sheng Ningyu was working so hard.
Because she had promised to protect these younger generation members during this trial.
But no one expected that she would be this protector.
Feng Xiaosheng took a deep breath, constantly reassuring himself.
She had to restrain herself. These were things Sheng Ningyu wanted to do, and she couldn't stop her. Besides, the Thousand Mountains Trial wouldn't really hurt her, and she wouldn't really fall into demonic possession...
Almost instantly, during the Trial of a Thousand Mountains, heaven and earth were turned upside down!
Sheng Ningyu stood alone atop the valley, blood dripping from her hands, her fingers twitching uncontrollably as if she were about to drop her sword.
But what's most terrifying is the scene before my eyes.
Sheng Ningyu clearly remembered that after she let Yuan Shuhe go, she circled around in front of Feng Jiutian and the others, absorbing all the demonic energy wrapped around their magical artifacts into her body, which was enough to heal her wounds.
But now, Sheng Ningyu's eyes were not on her disciples.
...but rather, a bizarre, monstrous demon that was howling and lunging at her.
She closed her eyes slightly.
So this is what it looks like after becoming a demon.
Love and hate are reversed, and the fundamental principles of morality are no longer upheld.
Outside the trial, an elder exclaimed in horror, "Is she about to go on a killing spree?!"
However, at that moment, Sheng Ningyu suddenly opened her eyes.
The elder who had just spoken suddenly exclaimed, "How is this possible!"
There was no madness, no bloodlust, and not even the slightest fluctuation in the disciple's eyes.
"Impossible! Look at that kid from the Yu family, he's clearly entangled by demonic energy!"
"Does she think that by becoming a demon, she can break through the Thousand Mountains Trial? You should know that back then, the Bright Moon Sword Master only cleaved the Floating Moon in two with a single sword strike. Does she really think she can rival the Sword Master? Wishful thinking!"
"Then what..."
Amidst the cacophony of voices, the Demon Lord at the head of the table smiled gently.
"Everyone," Xie Qianjing stood up, looked down at the crowd, and said calmly, "Please be prepared."
Almost at the same moment he spoke, the disciple in the trial suddenly raised his sword.
It was just an ordinary wooden sword. No matter how much people wanted to praise it, they couldn't find any moving words to describe it. Standing opposite her was Yu Wusheng, who was high above the floating clouds.
Clad in dazzling gold, with an imposing figure, he wielded a spirit sword formed from the remnants of the Sword Master's ancient sword. As the two swords clashed, a burst of intense light erupted!
As if it were some kind of prophecy, Yu Tanqiu's heart trembled violently.
"The Mirror of Heaven and Water is shattered!!!"
Inside the Xuanzhu Hall, a commotion erupted.
"It's broken like that?!"
"So easily? It hasn't even been three days, has it? Besides back then... who else has ever been this powerful?"
"It seems the Sword Master's old artifacts are truly powerful!"
"I think it's possible that the acting head of the Sword Pavilion sensed something was wrong, so he used some tricks to make the trial break ahead of schedule!"
Amidst the uproar, Yu Tanqiu suddenly looked up and saw that the scene in the Heavenly Water Realm had changed abruptly.
Previously, whether it was the flying spiritual energy or the rampant demonic energy, it was at least an illusion.
Now, the heavenly fire fell like a meteor, yet it could not burn away the snow and wind that filled the city. And amidst the darkness and oppression, eerie wailing sounds could be heard.
In an instant, the scene burst forth from the mirror, merging them into it!
Suddenly, someone remembered Xie Qianjing's words, but when they turned around, they could not see the Demon Lord.
Only the young Phoenix Lord, of distinguished status, stood before the crowd, his expression unchanged, and calmly said, "It's nothing but illusions. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to see the events of that year more clearly?"
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and could indeed still see the scene of Xuanzhu Palace from before.
Qi Baiya warned, "According to what the young lord just said, someone is hiding in the palace. We must be on guard."
Feng Xiaosheng chuckled softly, as if recalling something: "Naturally, the Demon Lord is going to find the source of this matter."
With no need for them to take action and no danger from the demons, the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.
Of all those present, only the people from the Nine Heavens Pavilion changed their expressions.
Some of the younger cultivators were confused, while the elders who knew some of the inside story let out a soft sigh.
"This is the former Hehuan City."
How did it start in Hehuan City?
The playful expression on Feng Qingli's face vanished abruptly. He stared intently ahead, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, while Han Yuyi let out a low, hoarse laugh.
Everyone turned their gazes toward her, only to find that the former young lady of the Nine Heavens Pavilion was not the resentful woman they had imagined, nor the helpless woman whose old wounds had been reopened, but rather a woman filled with a faint joy.
She stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, and said, "Please take a good look and see what really happened in the past."
Almost the instant she finished speaking, seven or eight elders present were instantly entangled by ghostly energy, turning into specks of light and entering the City of Joy!
Before anyone could speak, Feng Qingli smiled gently, but her tone was sarcastic, which seemed out of place with her appearance.
He said meaningfully, "Did Sect Leader Han foresee this happening?"
"No one is as insightful as Sect Leader Feng."
Han Yuyi nodded to him, her manners impeccable as ever. For a moment, she seemed to be the same young lady from the academy who would blush at the slightest provocation.
However, just as many people were in a daze, they heard the current sect leader, Han, speak calmly.
"It was just a coincidence. Those people had previously claimed that Hehuan City was the fault of the Sword Master, so I did a good deed and granted their wish."
...
During the Thousand Mountains Trial, the disciples all transformed into invisible flying cranes, fluttering and dancing in Hehuan City.
But Sheng Ningyu was different.
The demonic energy around her suddenly dissipated, and before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she stared speechlessly at her hands, which had become transparent again, and fell into deep thought.
If I had known this would happen, I should have just melted that piece of spiritual bone away in the chaos.
However, practice makes perfect. This time, Sheng Ningyu was very calm and even had the leisure to cross her legs in the air, adjusting herself into a comfortable position.
She watched herself walk, sword in hand, alongside others...
Standing shoulder to shoulder with others?
Sheng Ningyu was momentarily stunned, then immediately put down her crossed legs and moved closer.
The person standing next to her was dressed plainly and had an ordinary appearance, but Sheng Ningyu could tell that she was familiar with him.
but……
Sheng Ningyu pondered for a moment, somewhat puzzled.
Although she used to be cheerful and kind to everyone, based on her own understanding of herself, Sheng Ningyu did not think that she was a nice person who could get along with everyone.
Tsk, this person must have something extraordinary about them.
Sheng Ningyu watched herself running around below, finally came to a conclusion, and even rescued the women who were imprisoned in the dungeon and bound by chains.
But this time...
Sheng Ningyu frowned hesitantly, feeling that something was amiss.
It seems like there are more people now...?
Also, the expressions of those women seemed a bit strange.
Before Sheng Ningyu could think it through, her relief suddenly turned into another change.
A raging sea of fire suddenly rose up. Sheng Ningyu was smiling at first, but when she pinched a spark of fire between her fingertips, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is the Netherworld Flame!
And wasn't she supposed to be a transparent being floating in mid-air? How come I was suddenly able to touch her again?!
Recalling the last time, Sheng Ningyu's heart sank.
...
Outside the trial, everyone stared blankly at the Mirror of Heaven and Water.
So that's how it is...
The women trapped in the dungeon, their disbelieving eyes after being rescued, and their sudden cries, deeply touched everyone's hearts.
"Amitabha."
The Buddhist abbot, who had remained silent, chanted a Buddhist prayer, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the Mirror of Heaven and Water: "Benefactor Sheng, your merits are immeasurable."
The elders who were brought back from the dungeon were all deathly pale.
In a short time, they all suffered inhuman torture in the dungeon, each in unbearable pain, yet they had no spiritual power to resist.
However, an elder from the half-sect of the sect spoke up with a smile: "You once said that Sword Master Mingyue was just seeking fame and fortune. How do you feel about that now?"
The elder's face twitched, his once handsome features turning pale and then flushed, as he stammered, "Sword...Sword Master..."
He hesitated for a long time before finally whispering, "I should go to the Mitian Realm in person to apologize to the Sword Master."
These words caused the entire room to fall silent once more.
Yu Tanqiu, who was also being scrutinized openly and secretly by many people, quickly considered the matter and, just like before, lowered his eyes, his face full of compassion and remorse.
He stood with his hands behind his back, making it impossible for people to see his expression.
"What happened back then... I was deceived by others."
The group exchanged glances and simultaneously looked in the direction of the bluebird and the leaf.
You should know that the former leader of the Bluebird One Leaf Flower Sect was this person's biological mother.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingli, the unconventional leader of the Bluebird One Leaf Flower Sect, did not utter a word of protest.
He stood up at some point, raised his hand, and gently touched his surroundings.
But the sea of fire that he used to find so wretched and loathsome is now something he can no longer touch.
We'll be there soon.
Feng Qingli thought.
He stared blankly, his face a mixture of amusement and disbelief, as if he were overjoyed yet about to weep. A moment later, he suddenly turned to Han Yuyi beside him and said, "Sect Leader Han, may I transfer my soul into it?"
These words shocked the entire hall!
You must understand, this concerns the soul!
It was one thing for Han Yuyi to have joined those elders earlier, but their cultivation levels were too different, and with the Ghost Canglou Master by her side, naturally no one dared to resist.
But the leader of the Azure Bird One Leaf Flower Sect is on par with the Cold Sect Leader of the Thousand Poison Cave!
Han Yuyi's expression remained unchanged as she looked at him and said, "Sect Leader Feng's actions are rather strange."
Feng Qingli grinned, raising her eyebrows in a frivolous and flamboyant manner, and said, "Of course, I want to relive the old days." She looked up and said, "Who knows, I might even meet the missing acting leader of the Sword Pavilion."
Yan Ruchao coldly said, "During the Thousand Mountains Trial, apart from the Eleven Immortal Sects, no one is allowed to act recklessly."
Feng Qingli shrugged, easily abandoning her plan, and said listlessly, "Then forget it."
Such an easy surrender is baffling.
I wonder what this leader of the Bluebird One Leaf Flower sect is up to.
Everyone turned around at the same time.
Sure enough, they found themselves transported to Hehuan City at some point.
The flames roared, carrying an overwhelming force!
Everyone was covered in dust and looked utterly disheveled.
"The Netherworld Flame, once ignited, is never easily extinguished."
The fire, like an ancient ferocious beast, relentlessly devoured everything. The raging flames spread from the center of Hehuan City outwards, the flames licking at every inch of space, as if to turn the entire world to ashes.
Feng Xiaosheng even saw his own reflection in it.
"The fire here is too intense; we cannot stay any longer!"
"Young Master, the Nine Netherworld Flame has sealed it off; spiritual energy cannot penetrate it!"
"Sheng Ningyu, what's the point of you going in? Why not wait for someone to come..."
Sheng Ningyu listened to all the persuasion.
But I didn't take it to heart at all.
Her expression seemed to soften slightly, but just when everyone had let their guard down, she suddenly turned around.
Facing the exclamations of those behind her, "Sheng Ningyu" didn't turn her head, but simply waved her hand.
I don't know why, even though this idiot could have gotten out, he's stuck inside.
Sheng Ningyu looked down at the girls running below, and found it somewhat amusing.
She didn't understand it back then, but now she understands it a little better.
Looking down at her former self running around, she felt foolish and couldn't bear to look at herself. Little did she know that others saw her differently.
The Nine Netherworld Flames nearly burned the entire Hehuan City to the ground, and everything under the raging flames appeared real to the point of being hideous.
Some cling to life, some suffer mental breakdowns, some hide daggers behind smiles, some are full of cunning, and some are in charge of the overall situation.
Others headed towards the fire.
Amidst the sea of people, deviating from the ways of all beings, I stepped into the flames.
For only one person.
"Back then, Sword Master..." someone murmured softly, "wasn't he only at the Yao Guang Realm?"
No one spoke.
All eyes were fixed on the girl holding the sword.
She walked with her sword in hand, her robes engulfed by flames, the magic arrays inscribed on them almost rendered ineffective, her hair, including the jade hairpins and flower hair ornaments that had been in her hair, had fallen off at some point, and her hair was now disheveled and in a terrible state.
Even so, she stubbornly pushed open the doors one by one.
The girl, sword in hand, kicked open the palace gate.
No one could see the scene clearly. Then, the girl in the illusion moved her hand, seemingly piercing something with a sword. She then reached out and hooked the arm of "Li Qingfeng" in the illusion onto her shoulder before rushing out.
The blazing fire could not compare to her graceful beauty.
Almost everyone had the same question on their mind.
Having had such interactions with the Sword Master, how could he harbor such resentment after her death?
They couldn't help but look at the leader of the Bluebird One Leaf Flower Sect, only to see the leader suddenly stand up.
He looked up, his eyes now bloodshot!
An immense spiritual power spread throughout the hall, making it difficult for people to breathe, and almost causing cultivators below the Yao Guang Realm to feel their livers and gallbladders shatter.
accomplice.
She didn't... she didn't say the word "accomplice".
A sharp pain surged through Feng Qingli's heart, spreading from her chest to her internal organs.
The long-lost pain.
Feng Qingli laughed heartily, but her laughter was low and hoarse, sounding terrifying and eerie, like a venomous snake hissing.
This time, however, no one dared to interrupt him.
Feng Qingli looked directly at Feng Xiaosheng at the head of the table and said, word by word, "Young Master, is there something amiss in this illusion?"
Feng Xiaosheng remained calm and asked, "What makes you say that, Sect Leader Feng?"
Feng Qingli twitched the corner of her mouth.
His head throbbed in waves, as if needles were piercing his brain.
It hurts a lot.
But this pain is nothing compared to even a fraction of what I felt just now.
Feng Qingli laughed again, his eyes were bloodshot but curved into a smile.
"She didn't use this trick back then."
This time, it was Elder Hua of the Azure Bird One Leaf Flower who cautiously spoke up: "So much time has passed, perhaps the sect leader has misremembered?"
Feng Qingli chuckled softly.
He looked at the raging fire before him and said softly, "There's no mistake."
"Anyone who has witnessed her wield her sword will never forget it."
However, the next second, something suddenly rose from the secret realm!
Feng Shaojun narrowed his eyes and announced loudly, "The puppet barrier has appeared. Please be prepared!"
...
Sheng Ningyu discovered that, apart from things she could touch, no one else seemed to be able to see her in the secret realm.
Oh, and one more thing.
Although her memory was somewhat impaired, Sheng Ningyu vaguely remembered that Feng Qingli had killed her mother back then.
It's not good to put this matter in the public eye.
Sheng Ningyu didn't think of anything else. She simply manipulated her hands quickly, using what she had learned to defeat the former leader of the Hehuan Sect, and dragged "Feng Qingli" out of the Hehuan Sect.
That was so embarrassing.
Sheng Ningyu looked at herself tossing her hair down below and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
How could she be so unseemly? Even if she hadn't said anything, she could at least have found a clean place to sit down.
Don't be angry.
"But I didn't lie about the name!"
“My nickname is ‘Mingyue’, and that’s what everyone close to me calls me.”
Sheng Ningyu's heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly lowered her head.
Amidst the flames below, he saw himself sitting on the ground in a disheveled state, head tilted back, speaking to the person in front of him.
Her hair was as black as a waterfall, her white clothes were whiter than snow, and she wore a long veil on her head.
The woman below, "Sheng Ningyu," smiled and reached out her hand to him: "Help me up."
The man did as she said, but she deftly flicked his wrist, and even with his quick reflexes, he was still unable to open a corner of the beaded necklace.
Beneath the veil, however, lay not a stunning beauty, but rather an ordinary-looking face.
The beads swayed back and forth, making a soft, crisp sound, just like the person's cold voice when they spoke: "Rude."
How could this have happened back then?
As Sheng Ningyu thought about it, she couldn't help but exclaim, "It sounds so beautiful."
For some inexplicable reason, Sheng Ningyu didn't know why, but she actually saw something different about this person's otherwise ordinary face.
The same is true for "Sheng Ningyu" below.
The person gently turned their face away.
Under the unique glow of the firelight, Sheng Ningyu's heart trembled violently!
A familiar memory gradually becomes clearer in my mind.
Sheng Ningyu pressed her temples, her face suddenly turning pale.
The world spun around her as flames roared in, demonic energy suddenly erupted, and puppet barriers rose up on all sides. The barrier between the trial realm and reality was shattered. Sheng Ningyu could hardly tell whether the burning pain in her lungs was real or an illusion. Screams and cries for help rang out around her. At the same time, footsteps landed beside her, accompanied by a soft sigh.
Sheng Ningyu suddenly opened her eyes.
Clad in white, with a jade-like complexion, she possessed a refined and gentle demeanor.
The person reaching out to her was none other than her second senior brother, Rong Que.
Wait a minute, was Rong Que also in Hehuan City back then?
Sheng Ningyu was still in a daze, but her expression changed after she realized where she was.
How did I suddenly jump from Hehuan City to the Mitian Realm?!
Sheng Ningyu didn't have time to think it through. Her mind was in a daze, but she still grabbed Rong Que's hand and said, "Second Senior Brother, I'll take you out!"
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