Chapter 205 Offering Myself in Return
Upon hearing this, Yi Qingxue lowered her eyes in deep thought, took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and said coldly, "It is fate! If my opportunity had come sooner, how could I have allowed that old thief Ouyang to take my father's life?" As she spoke, her jade hands clenched into fists, making a cracking sound.
Seeing her so moved, Ling Xueyan remained silent. Yi Qingxue calmed herself down, turned around and said, "Remember my warning. If you dare to have any evil intentions towards my family, I guarantee that Ling Beixiao and his son will suffer the same fate, and you will wish you were dead."
Having said that, she strolled away, her soft voice ringing out again: "With that palm strike just now, I have planted a heart-damaging talisman within you. If you do not heed my words, killing you will be as easy as snapping your fingers."
Ling Xueyan was startled upon hearing this, watching the petite figure recede into the distance, who had actually suppressed her so badly. That seemingly ordinary palm strike had unexpectedly concealed a forbidden move, locking her life in place at any moment.
She was instantly distraught, moving with heavy steps, thinking as she walked: Why? Why is fate so cruel? When I was diligently cultivating my unparalleled skills, I encountered Murong Hanchan, who had reached the Transcendent Realm. Now that I have ascended to Sainthood, I am suppressed by the seemingly insignificant Yi Qingxue…
A dejected figure walked slowly through the grove, a few strands of messy black hair swaying in the wind, his former arrogant demeanor gone.
Yi Qingxue hadn't returned to the Yi residence for several days, and Yi Mingzhao, finally unable to bear the thought, went to the Ma residence. The scene upon entering shocked him: three tombstones stood before him. He approached with heavy steps, his body stiffening before the stones. One stone was inscribed with 'Tomb of Zhongren of the Ma Family,' another with 'Tomb of Master Ma Kaitai,' and the third was the tomb of Ma Pingchuan.
"Pingchuan..." Yi Mingzhao murmured, his voice choked with emotion, and leaned against the tombstone. He recalled the days when he and Ma Pingchuan drank and laughed together, the childhood chases and playful fights, and a pang of pain shot through his heart.
Just then, a warm, jade-like hand gently touched her shoulder, and Yi Mingzhao turned around. Seeing that it was her younger sister, Yi Qingxue, who had arrived without her noticing, her rosy eyes immediately narrowed, and she said with a smile, "Little sister, you haven't returned to the manor for several days, and I was very worried about you."
Yi Qingxue smiled sweetly and raised her hand to brush away a strand of hair from Yi Mingzhao's head. "Second brother, I've grown up now. I'm no longer the frail Yi Qingxue I used to be. You don't need to worry about me anymore."
"Yes!" Yi Mingzhao forced a smile and nodded slightly in response. "You've spent several days with Pingchuan and the others. If Pingchuan knew this in the afterlife, he would be pleased. You're frail, so come back to the Yi residence with me. Your second brother can take better care of you."
Yi Qingxue smiled and said, "Second brother, you don't need to worry about me anymore. I have made up my mind to live in the Ma residence from now on."
Upon hearing this, Yi Mingzhao was completely baffled and said slowly, "What do you mean by this, little sister? Could it be... that you're upset that your second brother hasn't taken good care of you?" As he spoke, he looked at Yi Qingxue with a sad expression.
"Second brother, don't overthink it!" Yi Qingxue hurriedly comforted her. "Little sister just has her own ideas. Now that I'm of marriageable age, I'll eventually have my own family." As she said this, she turned around and looked up, her eyes gazing at the blue sky and white clouds.
Yi Mingzhao hesitated, but then Yi Qingxue's sweet voice rang out again, "Xiaoyao Lang saved my life and now he is risking his life to avenge my father. To fulfill my father's wish, I should live and die with Xiaoyao Lang and never leave him for eternity."
“Little sister! You…” Yi Mingzhao had just begun to speak when Yi Qingxue forcefully interrupted him, “I know, I know he killed my elder brother with his own hands.” Her eyes were lowered, tears welling up in her eyes, “But Brother Ma and his son… after all, they died at my elder brother’s hands. This blood debt must eventually be repaid.”
Yi Mingzhao shook his head repeatedly, "It's not that I can't let go of my brother's death at his hands, but... but I'm worried about you. Xiaoyao Lang is naturally unconventional and always acts without regard for his conscience, never caring about worldly matters or etiquette. He is not worthy of your lifelong commitment!" After saying this, he stared intently at Yi Qingxue, hoping that she could recognize reality and listen to his good advice.
Yi Qingxue took a deep breath and replied softly, "Second Brother, in this world, besides you, no one cares about me more than Xiaoyao Lang. I know in my heart how important I am to him. My mind is made up, so please grant my wish."
Yi Mingzhao choked up twice upon hearing this, took a deep breath, and forced a smile. "Alright! Since you're so resolute, your second brother won't say anything more. Take good care of yourself at the Ma residence. If you need anything, just tell your second brother, and he'll come to see you often!"
"Mm!" Yi Qingxue smiled and nodded in agreement.
In the mountain and water city of Dongyue Shenzhou, thirty-six people carried Murong Hanchan in the central army, and the integrated army of eighty thousand people marched into a great canyon.
Xue Qingrou, mounted on her horse, looked up and around. Suddenly, a great noise arose from the mountains on both sides, and banners fluttered in the wind. "Awoooooo... Wahoho..."
"This is bad! We've been ambushed!" Long Bailian exclaimed upon seeing the situation.
Chu Xianzhi pointed his folding fan directly at Xue Qingrou, "Xue Qingrou, how do you explain this? Even if I die today, I will kill you to accompany me in death!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rose from his horse and swung his fan straight at Xue Qingrou's head.
Xue Qingrou was also confused and was about to explain when Chu Xianzhi's fan struck. She quickly dodged to the side, parrying with her sword sheath and urgently saying, "Right Envoy Chu, please don't attack! I don't know what's going on either. Please stop the fighting!"
"What else do you have to say? Didn't you feign surrender, lay an ambush beforehand, and lure us here?" Long Bailian roared, his broadsword already swinging towards Xue Huai Ren's trusted general, Chen Gong.
"Clang!" Chen Gong parried with his sword, angrily saying, "If you intend to harm us, do you think we'd be foolish enough to die with you?"
Murong Hanchan, however, lay on the sect leader's throne, her eyes half-closed in a nap, showing no sign of panic whatsoever. Suddenly, she raised her eyes and rang out in a cold, crisp voice: "What's all this commotion about? People need a chance to speak." With that, she glanced at Xue Qingrou.
Chu and Long then stopped fighting. Xue Qingrou immediately said, "Miss Murong, you must believe me. This is not our scheme, and my elder brother would never use me as a pawn!"
Just then, a voice rang out from the mountain on the left, "Curious, aren't you! Today is truly an auspicious day. The elite forces of the Eastern Peak Divine Continent will all be buried at the foot of this valley. My reign as the ruler of the world is just around the corner! Hahaha..."
"Wei Meng! You dare to disobey the city lord's orders! This is a heinous crime and you will surely be punished by heaven!" Chen Gong roared at Wei Meng, raising his sword.
Wei Meng sneered and cursed angrily, "Go to hell and complain!" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and "whoosh... bang bang bang... clang clang..." rocks flew up and down the mountains on both sides, and logs came down one after another.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers were thrown into chaos. "Run!" "Retreat! Retreat!" "Shields!"
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