Chapter 203 Women are fickle
"Enough with the nonsense! Let's fight. Before we die, I'll give you this: a heart as venomous as yours will surely be punished by heaven! My wife and I will be waiting to see your fate on the road to the underworld!" Xie Yunfeng shouted defiantly, preferring death to dishonor.
Ling Xueyan's eyebrows shot up: "You're asking for death!" With a furious shout, she suddenly exerted force with her right claw and sucked hard!
A terrifying suction force surged from their palms, directly drawing out Xie Yunfeng and Chunxiang's internal energy. In just a moment, their internal energy was drained away. Their faces aged visibly, their black hair turned white, and their skin became withered.
A dull thud echoed as two withered, white-haired corpses lay on the plaza.
Ling Xueyan slowly finished her exercise, pressing her palms down to harmonize and circulate the inner energy she had absorbed from the two people along with her own. After a moment, her body shimmered with light, and she looked a year or two younger, appearing like a bright and cheerful sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Chunxiang's corpse, filled with utmost contempt and insult. She casually kicked the withered body with her toe, her voice as indifferent as ice: "You little bitch, I spared your life and you still dare to come to my door! But thank you for gifting me another portion of pure inner energy."
The wind howled across the square, swirling up a few fallen leaves that brushed past two pairs of eyes that would never open again. Ling Xueyan, her red robes fluttering, turned and walked towards the main hall, leaving behind only two lying corpses, departing this world in the gentle breeze and setting sun…
Outside the city of Dongyue Shenzhou, the Jade Goddess Cult's 30,000-strong army stood ready, with a throne carried by 36 men placed in the center of the army.
Murong Hanchan sat imposingly on the sect leader's throne, with Right Envoy Chu Xianzhi attending to her. "Miss Murong, we parted ways long ago, but I never imagined that our next meeting would be with swords drawn," Xue Qingrou said to her as a war envoy.
Murong Hanchan raised her eyes and glanced at her. "The Murong Hanchan of the past, who was affectionate and righteous, is dead. The Murong Hanchan of today is only filled with hatred and killing. If Shanshui City puts up a stubborn resistance, the Jade Goddess Cult will attack the city immediately, and I will personally take Xue Huai Ren's head."
Every word she uttered felt cold and distant, as if she were a complete stranger, devoid of any semblance of the warmth they once shared. A chill ran through her, and she cleared her throat. “Miss Murong, I don’t know what you’ve been through to become so cold-hearted. But I’ve come here today to plead for peace on behalf of the people of Shanshui City and for my brother.”
"If you're seeking peace, then show some sincerity! Open the gates of Shanshui City, Xue Huai Ren will bow down and submit, and all his soldiers will follow me on this expedition. Anyone who refuses will be asked to return and lead their troops to the battlefield to see who prevails!" Murong Hanchan said coldly.
Xue Qingrou sighed, "Since my brother has surrendered to you, we should obey what you have said. I am here on my brother's orders as an envoy to welcome your army into the city."
Chu Xianzhi chimed in, "That would be perfect! It would allow both sides to avoid an unnecessary war."
Murong Hanchan's eyes narrowed. "Pass down the order: the army will follow me into the city immediately, integrate the Shanshui City forces, and march straight into Baiyun City."
"Yes, Master!" Chu Xianzhi replied respectfully.
"The army marches forth!" With Chu Xianzhi's command, "Buzz buzz buzz..." the Jade Goddess Cult's horns resounded through the sky, and the seven-colored battle flags fluttered in the wind. Long Bailian led an army of 30,000 into the Mountain and Water City.
Thirty-six soldiers carried Murong Hanchan's throne at the front of the army. After entering Shanshui City, Xue Huai Ren had already led a group of subordinates to respectfully welcome the emperor.
"May the leader be blessed with great fortune, unify the martial world, and live on for a thousand autumns and ten thousand years! May his holy virtue endure forever!"
"Please rise, everyone!" Murong Hanchan raised her cold eyes. "Lord Xue, I have no interest in your position as city lord, nor in your Shanshui City territory and people. But your 100,000 soldiers must obey my orders and join me in conquering Baiyun City and Longyang City to pacify the entire Nanyang Divine Continent."
Xue Huai Ren thought to himself: It seems my little sister was right; Murong Han Chan truly has no interest in the position of city lord. He immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Your subordinate will obey the leader's orders, and the 100,000 soldiers will also follow your commands without question!"
Murong Hanchan waved her sleeve and said, "Very well! Then, as I command, gather the troops and march towards Baiyun City immediately!"
"Your subordinate obeys!" Xue Huai Ren replied respectfully.
In Ma Family Village, Longyang City, Xiaoyao Lang and Yi Qingxue spent three passionate nights together. Xiaoyao Lang never expected that the seemingly delicate and petite Yi Qingxue would be so captivating, which made him look at her in a new light. He gently kissed Yi Qingxue's hair once more.
"Brother Xiaoyao, what's that in here? It's sticking to my chest." Yi Qingxue asked, pressing her jade-like hand against Xiaoyao Lang's chest pocket.
Without hesitation, Xiaoyao Lang reached out and pulled out a piece of jewelry. "This is a piece of jewelry I once found." With that, he handed the jewelry, which was the item auctioned by Xiyu Manor and belonged to Shaoji Qianxue, to Yi Qingxue.
"What beautiful jewelry!" Yi Qingxue beamed with delight upon seeing the jewelry. The jewelry consisted of nine jade stones in seven colors, alternating in different shades; four agate butterflies, two large and two small, yet one large and one small, intertwined; and four copper bells, paired in pairs. The delicate cord in the middle was also interwoven with red and blue, making it exquisitely beautiful.
Seeing Yi Qingxue so happy, Xiaoyao Lang was also quite pleased, as he had been worried about not having a gift for her. "If you like it, how about I put it on you?!"
Yi Qingxue raised her almond-shaped eyes and responded with a "Hmm!" She then raised her left hand.
With gentle movements, Xiaoyao Lang placed the yin-yang bracelet on Yi Qingxue's left hand. Instantly, the ancient divine power within her seemed to sense something; her eyes glowed blue, and fragments of memories from past lives surged and overlapped in her mind! She had another identity—Young Master Qianxue!
Seeing that she looked strange, Xiaoyao Lang supported her arms and asked with concern, "Qingxue, are you... alright?"
Yi Qingxue took a deep breath, completely merging the two powers. Shao Ji Qianxue's memories were now complete. She raised her eyes, looking at the person before her, and thought to herself: "As expected! Dao Xiaoyao, in all these lifetimes, it is you who can resolve my mortal tribulations! However…"
"Qingxue?" Seeing that she didn't respond for a while, Xiaoyao Lang called out again, "What's wrong with you?"
Yi Qingxue's gaze suddenly turned cold, and she seemed to transform instantly, abruptly standing up and breaking free from Xiaoyao Lang's embrace. Pointing at her hand, she snapped, "Xiaoyao Lang, it was you...it was you who killed my brother! I don't want to see you again! Go away, go away!"
Xiaoyao Lang was immediately stunned. Seeing her unusually agitated state, he thought to himself: Qingxue has regained her memories! But…
He was overjoyed that her memory had returned, but the rekindling of the hatred that had severed their relationship filled Xiaoyao Lang with mixed emotions. His brows furrowed, and he choked out, "Sister Qingxue, it's my fault. I'm so sorry, so very sorry..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!" Before Xiaoyao Lang could finish speaking, Yi Qingxue shouted again in a crisp voice, "Get out of here." She pointed to the door and said in a tearful voice, her expression full of determination.
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