Chapter 44: Vengeance Fulfilled

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Rustle, rustle…

In the silent valley, devoid of birds, beasts, and insects, even the slightest sound was amplified endlessly.

Ye Cong Xin moved swiftly and cautiously through the forest, gripping a talisman tightly in her hand.

Before long, she spotted a figure lying on the ground ahead, and her eyes lit up with joy.

Thankfully, he was still there.

Displaying a rare agility, she darted to his side. Despite the thick crust of blood on his face, his fine features were still faintly discernible.

The corners of Ye Cong Xin’s mouth lifted briefly as she retrieved a fourth-rank restorative pill from her storage space.

The pill gleamed like a piece of pure white jade, exuding a rich herbal fragrance.

Ye Cong Xin hesitated for a moment, gazing at the pill with a hint of reluctance, before gritting her teeth and quickly pushing it into his mouth, watching him intently.

This pill, a gift from Master Qing Yan when she became her disciple, was meant to nourish the body. Ye Cong Xin had kept it close for emergencies.

“I’ve paid a steep price to save you. Don’t let me down,” she thought, clenching her fists nervously.

Moments later, the pill’s effects began to manifest. The man’s external wounds started healing visibly, and his faint breathing grew steadier, although he showed no signs of waking up.

Ye Cong Xin grew anxious, frequently glancing back over her shoulder.

She had left under the pretense of taking a break but couldn’t stay away too long. If Lan Zi Yu and the others noticed her prolonged absence, they would inevitably come searching for her.

After waiting a little longer, Ye Cong Xin decided she could delay no further. She hesitated briefly before removing a moonlight stone hairpin from her hair and placing it on the ground.

This type of gemstone emitted a natural glow that became brighter in darker surroundings.

She cast one last, lingering look behind her before reluctantly departing.

Her thoughts were entirely preoccupied with this so-called “child of great fortune,” oblivious to the pair of eyes watching her from nearby.

…

After Ye Cong Xin disappeared into the distance, Yu Zhao emerged slowly from the shadow of a rock.

She walked toward Wu Shao Zhen step by step, her movements deliberate and steady.

Wu Shao Zhen, though renowned in the cultivation world for his meteoric rise and undefeated record, had faced many hardships in his youth.

While many admired Wu Shao Zhen, Yu Zhao was not among them.

She had never desired any connection to him. Yet, due to her conflict with Ye Cong Xin, he had used cruel, insidious methods to turn her into a madwoman consumed by disgrace.

Yu Zhao’s hatred for Wu Shao Zhen surpassed even her grudge against Ye Cong Xin.

She could never forget how she had been forced to abase herself before Wu Shao Zhen, enduring his mockery like a toy. The shame he brought upon her was her darkest memory.

Now, as Yu Zhao stood over Wu Shao Zhen’s prone form, she felt a twisted sense of wonder.

In her past life, she had been powerless against him, like a feeble weed, unable to resist the storms of fate.

But now, their roles were reversed.

Wu Shao Zhen lay defenseless at her feet. A mere gesture from her could end his life.

“Wu Shao Zhen, this is the end of our two lifetimes of enmity,” she declared coldly.

With a swift motion, her blade plunged into his chest. Blood spurted out, some droplets splashing onto Yu Zhao’s face.

She smiled faintly and, without hesitation, stabbed again, this time directly into his dantian.

Wu Shao Zhen lay as lifeless as a corpse, completely still.

His life force faded rapidly, becoming nearly undetectable.

Yu Zhao did not stop. She stabbed his neck and temple for good measure, ensuring there was no chance of survival, before finally withdrawing her blade.

Her vengeance complete, Yu Zhao felt a profound sense of relief.

It almost seemed as though, with a brief period of meditation, she could soon ascend to the Golden Core stage.

Having achieved her goals in Dragon Roar Valley, Yu Zhao was eager to return to the Five Elements Dao Sect and focus on cultivation.

She left without a backward glance, leaving Wu Shao Zhen’s body lying quietly on the ground.

…

The cycle of time continued. The pungent scent of blood drew countless creatures from the depths of the earth.

Swarming over Wu Shao Zhen’s corpse, they began their feast, stripping his flesh until only pale bones remained.

Amidst the frenzy, one beast suddenly bit down on the forelimb of its companion. The victim managed a single, pitiful cry before its limb was torn off and swallowed whole.

The aggressor’s blood-red eyes glinted ominously…

…

“Junior Sister Yu, you’ve returned!” Zhou Jin Yue called out cheerfully, waving at Yu Zhao.

As Yu Zhao approached, Zhou Jin Yue caught a faint whiff of blood but said nothing, instead recounting recent events with a smile.

“Junior Brother Fang wants to see you, but his mental state seems unstable. You might want to think twice before meeting him,” she advised.

Yu Zhao shook her head.

In her past life, she had suffered much on Lone Moon Peak, some of it self-inflicted, but much of it imposed by Fang Cheng Lang and his companions.

However, as a once-abandoned orphan, she owed her life to Master Qing Yan and the care of Fang Cheng Lang and the others.

Now, with debts repaid, she wished to sever ties and move forward.

Zhou Jin Yue smiled approvingly, though she couldn’t help feeling some regret.

If she had known earlier about the nature of Lone Moon Peak’s disciples, she would have intervened when Fang Cheng Lang brought Yu Zhao to the main peak. A sweet, obedient junior sister like Yu Zhao was far preferable to any dim-witted junior brother.

Zhang Jun sneezed repeatedly in the distance, rubbing his nose and thinking, The Sect Master must be missing me.

…

After a night of rest, the disciples of the Five Elements Dao Sect resumed their mission.

Fang Cheng Lang, much improved after his recovery, no longer needed assistance, though his expression remained grim. He frequently cast conflicted glances at Yu Zhao, standing beside Zhou Jin Yue, lost in thought.

Normally, Ye Cong Xin would have noticed his strange behavior. However, her mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with the person she had saved.

Caught between them, Lan Zi Yu attempted to make conversation, but with one silent and the other distracted, he gave up in frustration.

“Grand Senior Sister, look! The Scarlet Flame Lion’s tracks end here!” Zhang Jun called out excitedly.

After a day and night of pursuit, they had finally located the beast’s initial trail.

Zhou Jin Yue, Yu Zhao, and Mu Ye quickly gathered to inspect the scene.

Sure enough, they confirmed that these were the last footprints of the Scarlet Flame Lion.

Zhang Jun frowned. “Strange. The Scarlet Flame Lion is massive and can’t fly. How could it have suddenly appeared here?”

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