Chapter 317
Chapter 317: His Tears Are Worth Nothing
Dean Mo Xin’s old face darkened. He snapped: “Why are you looking at me? Look at the book!”
Hearing the hidden anger in his tone, Yu Zhao quickly turned her head back. Her eyes once again fell on the blank page of the Wordless Heaven Tome.
Suddenly, the Wordless Heaven Tome burst out with a huge sucking force. Before Yu Zhao could even react, her mind and spirit were pulled into it.
Right after that, she woke to find herself inside a dark passage. The suction did not weaken. It grew stronger and stronger, dragging her to race through the passage without any control.
Even though she had no body, she could still feel the cold wind slamming into her. Wave after wave of icy chill that could freeze a person’s soul numbed her awareness.
It felt like a very long time had passed, yet also like only a few breaths. A thread of light appeared ahead.
A gentle warmth drove away the cold wind. Yu Zhao’s nearly frozen thoughts finally began to move again.
Ahead was…
A flash of blinding white light swept past.
“Master, the High Monk of Clarity Sound Temple… has passed away.”
“And the other Monks, are they still…”
“All ten thousand eight hundred Monks of Clarity Sound Temple’s Monk Assembly are gone. Not one survived.”
Yu Zhao had just regained her awareness when this short exchange shocked her so much her eyes nearly split.
When she looked more carefully, she got another shock.
The two who had been speaking were not strangers. They were Master Qing Yan and Fang Cheng Lang.
But the two of them now were not like the people she knew. One of them was old and withered, age written all over his body. The other was skin and bones, his face ashen and gray.
They looked nothing like the Master Qing Yan and Fang Cheng Lang that Yu Zhao remembered.
A faint understanding rose in Yu Zhao’s heart.
She might have come to the time after her death in her past life.
“Gather their bones together,” Master Qing Yan said hoarsely. “Bury them well.”
“Ye Cong Xin hated them for speaking their minds and calling her a demon who harmed the world,” Fang Cheng Lang choked out. “So she burned Clarity Sound Temple to the ground with one fire. The High Monk of Clarity Sound Temple… they… they refused to abandon the temple and live. So… there are no bodies… nothing left at all.”
Fang Cheng Lang choked again and again, his tears soaking his robe.
Master Qing Yan’s lips moved a few times, but in the end he did not say a single word.
Master and Disciple stared at each other in silence. They did not know that in another layer of space they could not see, Yu Zhao’s eyes were blood-red with endless hatred.
She hated Ye Cong Xin’s cruelty, and she also hated Master Qing Yan and Fang Cheng Lang’s weakness and foolishness.
They had clearly had the chance to stop all of this.
But because of their pride and prejudice, they ignored her cries and warnings, and instead became the soil that fed Ye Cong Xin’s growth.
Their sins were no less than those of Ye Cong Xin, the main culprit.
Clarity Sound Temple was gone. What about the others? How were they now?
Senior Sister Zhou, Sect Master Ji Yuan, Xiu Luo, Mu Ye of Greenwood Sect, Ji Han Zhou of Heavenly Sword Sect, Yao Wuji…
Name after name rose in Yu Zhao’s heart. She wanted to rush away from the two men and look for what had happened to the others, but when she flew less than ten zhang away, she was bounced back by an invisible barrier.
She tried several times. In the end, she had to accept, unwillingly, that she could only move within ten zhang around Master Qing Yan.
After calming down, she also realized that in this world, Senior Sister Zhou had already died in Dragon Roar Valley while covering the disciples’ retreat, and Ji Han Zhou had also died young.
As for the others…
Yu Zhao did not dare think further.
After Fang Cheng Lang finished his report to Master Qing Yan, he staggered away.
Master Qing Yan stayed seated on the mountaintop of Lone Moon Peak. He sat there like a dried-up statue for a full ten days.
Yu Zhao was forced to stay by his side, burning with anxiety.
At last, on the eleventh day, another uninvited guest came to the summit of Lone Moon Peak.
That person was none other than Ye Cong Xin.
This was the first time Yu Zhao had ever seen Ye Cong Xin at Divine Transformation cultivation.
Ye Cong Xin no longer wore the plain robes she had used to wear most often. Instead, she was dressed in an extremely luxurious and complex palace gown. Her lips were red, her cheeks were rosy, and her figure was alluring.
Her expression was no longer soft and gentle like before, but wild, fearless, and overbearing.
This was the true Ye Cong Xin.
The moment Ye Cong Xin appeared, two flames lit up in Master Qing Yan’s dead eyes. Without another thought, he raised his hand and struck at her.
A soft laugh spilled from Ye Cong Xin’s lips. She lifted a long sleeve edged with lace.
With a clatter of chains, Master Qing Yan was smashed hard into the ground.
Only then did Yu Zhao notice that there were two thick, heavy chains locked around Master Qing Yan’s feet. No wonder he had been sitting on the mountaintop and had never left.
Ye Cong Xin threw back her head and laughed: “Master, ah, Master, how many times has it been already? How have you still not learned? You cannot kill me. In this Cultivation World, no one can kill me. No one.”
Master Qing Yan forced his body upright and said: “I hate that I did not kill you with my own hand sooner, you Malevolent Spirit!”
“Yes, back then you were so strong,” Ye Cong Xin said with a mocking smile. “With just one finger you could have pushed me down into the eighteenth level of hell. Too bad. The one who died was not me, but your precious Yu Zhao.”
“Shut up! You are not worthy to say her name!”
“I am not worthy?” Ye Cong Xin raised her brows in an exaggerated way. “From beginning to end, I never even touched a single hair on Yu Zhao’s head. In the end, she still died under your sword. If I am not worthy, are you?”
She laughed again. “Don’t be ridiculous. If Yu Zhao stood here right now with a sword in her hand, do you think she would stab me first, or you first?”
Master Qing Yan’s face went pale.
Hearing their talk, Yu Zhao could only hate that she could not make a sound.
If she could, she would have told Ye Cong Xin her answer.
[She would choose to run them both through with one sword.]
“Ye Cong Xin, you had better kill me now,” Master Qing Yan shouted. “Otherwise, one day I will make you pay for this blood debt.”
His expression turned almost crazed. His gray hair whipped wildly in the wind.
Ye Cong Xin curled her lips into a smile: “Master, I will not kill you, and I will not kill the other Senior Brothers either. I want you all to live in pain forever, never finding release for the rest of your lives. Only that can match all my years of lying low and swallowing shame.”
“You…” Master Qing Yan gasped, and then, “pfft!”
His rage attacked his heart. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his body bent over. The shine he once had was gone.
“Oh, right, Master,” Ye Cong Xin added lightly, “there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. I am sick of this broken place called the Cultivation World, so I will be Ascending to the Upper Realm soon. When I get there, I will visit the Ancestors of Five Elements Dao Sect, one by one. I imagine their Fortune will not be bad either. Hahaha, hahahahaha!”
Even after Ye Cong Xin left, her wild laughter still echoed above Lone Moon Peak.
A line of blood tears flowed from Master Qing Yan’s eyes.
Regret. Regret. Regret.
But this scene did not stir even the smallest ripple in Yu Zhao’s heart.
Could Master Qing Yan’s regret bring back the Monks of Clarity Sound Temple who had died? Could it kill the peerless Ye Cong Xin?
[No. He could not do anything. His tears were worth nothing.]
Just then, Fang Cheng Lang and another person rushed to the mountaintop.
Fang Cheng Lang went to support the still-coughing Master Qing Yan. The other man looked around in all directions.
When he turned his face, Yu Zhao met a pair of eyes covered with a layer of gray mist.
Only then did Yu Zhao recognize him. This scar-covered man was actually Cui Jue.
In the later life she knew, he had been poisoned and lost all five senses, and still he had not escaped his original fate.
And in this life, without the Longevity Fruit to cure his poison, even his looks had been ruined.
“Little Zhao, is that you?”
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After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness
In her previous life, Yu Zhao spent her entire existence struggling against Ye Cong Xin, desperate to win back the favor of her master and her five senior brothers. Yet in the end, she was branded...
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