Chapter 33

Chapter 33: She’s Not That Kind of Person!

This matter was not Song Wan Ning’s fault to begin with. Her methods were extreme, yes—but Mu Zi Xu had never been innocent either.

Wang Yang had already built him a step down. If Mu Zi Xu didn’t take it now, he would only drag himself deeper.

Mu Zi Xu’s fists clenched, knuckles whitening. Then, slowly, he forced them to relax.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “Immortal Lord, rest assured. I will never target her again. Let’s pretend this never happened.”

In the end, he still chose to let it go.

The situation had forced his hand. He had no choice but to concede.

He only hated that cheap girl—hated that her luck was so monstrous.

Immortal Lord Mo Yang had been waiting for those words. Whether Song Wan Ning accepted his inheritance or not, she was still the junior he had his eye on.

And because of her, his cultivation had shown signs of breaking through. Of course he would clear away any obstacles.

“Mm,” he said lightly.

Then his figure flashed and vanished.

The air returned to calm.

Mu Zi Xu and Wang Yang both let out long breaths.

“This is too much,” Mu Zi Xu muttered, fury vibrating in his voice. “This is truly too much.”

He only dared grumble low.

Wang Yang sighed, then turned back to the water mirror.

In the image, Song Wan Ning stood over the unconscious Ye Chu Xue, gaze cold.

Immortal Lord Mo Yang’s warnings echoed in her ears.

Song Wan Ning narrowed her eyes. After turning the words over again and again, she decided to trust him.

She couldn’t kill Ye Chu Xue right now. Not only would it fail—it would rebound and hurt her, and the loss would outweigh any gain.

Fine.

Step by step, then.

She had patience.

And she would repay them properly.

Song Wan Ning walked to Ye Chu Xue, lifted her hand—

and a beam of light poured from her fingertips, drilling straight into Ye Chu Xue’s sea of consciousness.

“Don’t you want the inheritance?” Song Wan Ning murmured, voice almost gentle.

“I’ll give you all of it.”

Her lips curved. A soft smile bloomed, ripples shimmering in her eyes.

If anyone had seen it, their scalp would have prickled. Their heart would have gone cold.

*

“So she really is black-hearted,” Mu Zi Xu spat, staring at the mirror. “Exactly like that person!”

He slammed his palm onto the stone table, wishing he could rush in and beat Song Wan Ning again.

Cunning. Vicious.

No wonder Immortal Lord Mo Yang had taken a liking to her.

Wang Yang chuckled, the sound thin. “Haven’t you learned your lesson? Be careful, or King Yama might come back later.”

Mu Zi Xu stiffened at once and looked around, guilty.

When he confirmed Immortal Lord Mo Yang hadn’t returned, he huffed twice, but he didn’t dare curse behind Mo Yang’s back again.

Wang Yang sighed. “Honestly, I think this miss is pretty smart.”

He looked at the mirror, eyes narrowing. “It’s just a pity… we can’t see what happens next.”

Mu Zi Xu turned his head away with a snort. “Hmph. Who wants to see what happens next? If she can reach the Ascension Stage, I’ll call her Dad!”

*

“Junior Sister Ye!”

“Chu Xue—wake up!”

Voices crowded her ears.

Ye Chu Xue opened her eyes slowly amid the frantic concern. Her face was deathly pale, and blood matted her hair and clothes. Even lying there, she looked frighteningly fragile.

“Chu Xue, how are you?” Gu Qing Yuan gathered her into his arms, his eyes red. “Are you hurt badly?”

Who was it? Who had dared hurt her like this?

“Senior Sister Ye, why were you lying here?” An Ze demanded, anxious enough that his face flushed. He paced the Inheritance Hall in quick circles, searching for a shadow that wasn’t there. “What happened?”

Bai Yang and Lu Nan Feng didn’t speak, but worry sat clearly in their expressions.

The haze in Ye Chu Xue’s mind thinned. The scene before she fainted surged up, sharp as a knife. She jolted upright and immediately checked her sea of consciousness.

There, a book lay quietly, bobbing as if it breathed.

Medicine King Art.

Delight burst through her chest. With trembling fingers, she opened it—

prescriptions. Countless prescriptions.

“Master,” she choked out, gripping Gu Qing Yuan’s hand as if she might float away, “I… I got the Medicine King Sect’s inheritance!”

Gu Qing Yuan’s breath hitched. His eyes lit with fierce hope as he gripped her hand back. “Is the pill formula for the Myriad Poison Pill in there?”

The Myriad Poison Pill could cure all poisons in the world.

If they could refine it, they would never need to beg Song Wan Ning again.

“Yes,” Ye Chu Xue said, tears spilling down her cheeks like pearls. “Yes—it’s all there. All of it!”

Master and disciple were ecstatic.

But the three senior brothers nearby exchanged strange looks.

Everyone knew Gu Qing Yuan had feelings for Ye Chu Xue…

Especially Bai Yang. Seeing the two of them clasping hands, his expression darkened, displeasure flickering across his face as his gaze swept over Ye Chu Xue.

Gu Qing Yuan had feelings for her.

But what about Ye Chu Xue?

Ye Chu Xue wiped at her tears, then remembered, and anger rose hot in her chest.

“When I entered the Inheritance Hall,” she said, voice tightening, “someone had already arrived before me.”

“That person tried to kill me,” she continued, face flushing sickly before the color drained again. “She forced senior to give the inheritance to her.”

Just thinking of that person made her furious. Senior liked Ye Chu Xue—he could give the inheritance to whoever he wanted. Why did that person get to snatch it?

“Luckily senior dealt with her in the end,” Ye Chu Xue said, breath uneven. “Otherwise…”

She swallowed, then forced herself onward.

“And… I think that person looked a lot like…”

Her eyes narrowed, instinct screaming.

“Martial Uncle Song!”

It was a feeling she couldn’t shake. Even though the other person had disguised herself, Ye Chu Xue had still sensed a resemblance—close enough to make her skin crawl.

But without proof, it was a claim no one would want to believe.

“Junior Sister Ye,” Bai Yang said at once, jaw tight, anger sharp in his voice, “Master is in seclusion. She couldn’t be here.”

“Even if Master’s actions are a bit extreme,” he added, each word clipped, “she has always been open and upright. You can’t talk nonsense.”

He defended Song Wan Ning without hesitation.

If Song Wan Ning wanted to target Ye Chu Xue, she did it openly. She didn’t hide. There was no need to.

Why would she cover her face just to steal something?

“Right,” Lu Nan Feng said quickly, worry in his eyes—and something deeper he buried just as quickly. “Junior Sister Ye, don’t say that carelessly. If Master hears it, she’ll come trouble you again.”

“But…” Ye Chu Xue bit her lip, feeling wronged. “She really looked like her!”

In the past, Ye Chu Xue didn’t need to say anything; they would automatically assume Song Wan Ning whenever something went wrong. Why was it different now?

She glanced at Bai Yang, heart sinking. Lately, he had grown colder, as if his mind was no longer on her at all…

“Enough.” Gu Qing Yuan’s brows drew together. He released Ye Chu Xue’s hand, his voice turning firm. “Song Wan Ning may be willful, but she isn’t that kind of person. You must be mistaken.”

He looked at Ye Chu Xue, gaze steady. “Besides, she began seclusion long ago. She couldn’t be here.”

He understood Song Wan Ning better than anyone.

This was not her style.

“I…” Ye Chu Xue swallowed the rest of her words.

Refuted again and again, her face heated with humiliation. Anger flashed in her eyes.

She hadn’t even said anything wrong. Was it really necessary to defend Song Wan Ning like this?