Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Confrontation!

All along, Bai Yang had stood on the side of righteousness. When the truth was in front of him, he found it hard to lie.

He checked again and again and found nothing abnormal. In the end, he could only shake his head.

“This person really is the auction host from that day. There’s no mistake.” He hesitated, then added, “If Junior Sister Ye is still not convinced, you can ask others who attended the auction to take a look.”

He knew Ye Chu Xue was always cautious. His words might not be enough.

Sure enough, Ye Chu Xue’s expression tightened. Beyond disappointment, suspicion sharpened into something ugly.

“Bai Yang,” she said, voice trembling, “have you started confusing right and wrong too?”

“She arranged this ahead of time. She found someone to disguise himself—that’s why he looks so similar! Her schemes run that deep. Why can’t any of you see it?”

Her instincts screamed at her.

This had to be connected to Song Wan Ning.

“My storage ring is definitely in her hands!”

Ye Chu Xue stepped forward, hatred burning in her eyes. She thrust out her hand toward Song Wan Ning.

“Martial Uncle Song, please return it to me!”

From their very first meeting, she’d disliked Song Wan Ning—especially that lofty, superior attitude that made her feel sick.

After finally breaking that pride bit by bit, Song Wan Ning had changed. Recently, she’d become hard to read.

[Could it be… Song Wan Ning has also been transmigrated into?]

The thought rooted itself like a thorn.

More and more, Ye Chu Xue felt as if someone could see straight through her, leaving her with nowhere to hide, no sense of safety at all.

“Tsk.” Song Wan Ning looked at Ye Chu Xue, and a sigh rose in her chest.

[So she really is the female lead.]

[Those instincts are terrifying.]

But instincts weren’t evidence.

And without evidence, what could she do?

Song Wan Ning turned slightly, voice smooth, expression carefully puzzled.

“Sect Master, look. This is a true disciple of the Heaven-Questioning Sect—without a shred of evidence, she accuses an elder at will. In front of outsiders, she points at me, her martial uncle, and claims I’m sheltering a demonic cultivator.”

She let the words settle, then sighed as if burdened by responsibility.

“For the sake of our shared ties—she’s my fellow disciple’s martial niece—I’ve tolerated her again and again.” Her hand pressed to her forehead in mock helplessness. “But now it seems I only harmed her by doing so.”

The Sect Master’s jaw tightened. Ye Chu Xue’s eyes burned.

Song Wan Ning’s sarcasm was barely concealed.

“Stop pretending!” Ye Chu Xue snapped. “You’re the one who stole my storage ring!”

“Ye Chu Xue.” Song Wan Ning’s smile vanished.

In an instant, her expression turned glacial. The pressure of her killing intent pressed forward like a blade at Ye Chu Xue’s throat.

“If you have evidence, bring it out and slap it in my face. If you don’t, then shut your filthy mouth.”

Her gaze sharpened. “Don’t make me slap you again.”

The force of it drove Ye Chu Xue a step back. The resentment in her chest only swelled.

The Sect Master’s patience had long since frayed. He’d come in aggressively, and now he was the one being forced into embarrassment.

But Gu Qing Yuan was still unconscious. His foundation, his standing—those mattered.

He forced himself to speak.

“Junior Sister Song, I know you’re still angry with Junior Brother Gu, but it’s been so long. You should’ve cooled down by now.”

“Since your auction house has the Heaven-Origin Heart-Nourishing Pill, hurry and give it to Junior Brother Gu. If we delay any longer, I’m afraid his foundation will be damaged!”

Song Wan Ning blinked, all innocence. “What can I do? The last Heaven-Origin Heart-Nourishing Pill was sold to Ye Chu Xue.”

She tilted her head. “Besides, it’s not that I won’t give it—you never said you wanted to buy it from me. A single pill at auction costs hundreds of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones. I can’t just hand it over for free, can I?”

[They’d gotten too used to her generosity before.]

[They’d forgotten what this pill was actually worth.]

The Sect Master’s face darkened. “We’re all fellow disciples. Why keep accounts so strictly? Besides, Junior Brother Gu grew up with you. He’s your senior brother. How can you talk about money?”

Song Wan Ning clicked her tongue. “Since you say that, Sect Master, why don’t you give me your Blood Moon Saber? We’ve been fellow disciples for years—such deep feelings. I’m sure you won’t count money with me either, right?”

The Sect Master recoiled as if she’d struck him.

“How could I do that?!” He refused without hesitation. “Don’t mix them up. This isn’t the same thing!”

His impatience flared. Song Wan Ning was becoming more and more unreasonable.

Song Wan Ning snorted. “Sect Master, you’d better not be so two-faced. You’re generous with other people’s things, but not your own.”

Her patience was gone. Arguing with the Sect Master’s nonsense was a waste of breath.

“In that case, you pay for it and buy one for Gu Qing Yuan.” She smiled, sharp and cold. “After all, you’re such a caring Sect Master who loves his fellow disciples. Me? I’m narrow-minded and selfish. I won’t.”

The Sect Master’s face went livid. “You—”

“Three hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones.” Song Wan Ning cut him off, voice crisp. “That’s all. I’m only discounting it because we’re fellow disciples. So—do you want it or not?”

The Sect Master’s mouth worked, but no sound came out.

Hundreds of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones.

How could he bear it?

[What if Gu Qing Yuan wakes up and doesn’t pay him back?]

[And as Sect Master, how can he go ask for repayment?]

Ye Chu Xue stared at him, stunned.

Disappointment hit her like a slap.

She’d thought the Sect Master would always stand with their side.

She’d forgotten how quickly devotion crumbled when it came to personal loss.

[No one outside can be relied on.]

She pressed her lips together, carving today’s humiliation into her bones.

Then her expression shifted. She lowered her lashes, eyes reddening as she forced her voice into something soft and pleading.

“Martial Uncle Song… I know the storage ring is with you. Could you give it back to me?”

“I shouldn’t have angered you.” She swallowed, acting as if her throat ached with restraint. “But that storage ring holds all my belongings—and it also contains a pill that can save Master.”

“I’m begging you.” She held her hands together, trembling just enough. “Please return the storage ring to me.”

A calculating gleam flashed through her lowered gaze.

Still playing pitiful, she added, “I placed something on the storage ring so I can sense it. I can feel that it’s on you.”