Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Wen Xuan Learns How to Get Feelings Back

In the Confinement Chamber, every moment crawled by. When they were finally released, Feng He Yun and the other three looked numb, their eyes dull and empty.

If no one said it out loud, who would guess they were the four personal disciples under Master Ling Xiao, once so proud and full of spirit?

Master Ling Xiao stepped in with calm, light steps, like an exiled immortal, and stood before them with his hands behind his back.

He said coldly: “Do you know your fault.”

Hearing Master Ling Xiao’s voice, their eyes slowly came into focus, and they showed a bit of reaction.

But none of them answered his question.

They owed Shen Sang Ruo too much. They had done too many wrongs. What they did at the Sect Grand Tournament was to pay for it. It was what they should have done.

They believed what they did was right.

Master Ling Xiao’s brows drew together in a tiny frown. Their behavior had badly hurt the reputation of Thunder-Scale Peak, and he had already lost patience with them.

He said with ice in his tone: “After only a few days in the Confinement Chamber, have you all gone mute?”

His gaze turned even colder as he pressed them: “I asked you whether you know your fault.”

Looking at Master Ling Xiao’s cold and stubborn face, Wen Xuan felt a painful bitterness rise in his heart. [So this is how Shen Sang Ruo felt when she was forced to admit fault before.]

But they could not watch Master Ling Xiao keep walking down the wrong path.

Wen Xuan raised his head to meet Master Ling Xiao’s eyes and said firmly: “Master, we were not wrong.”

As his words fell, the pressure in the room dropped like a stone.

Ignoring the weight in the air, Wen Xuan fell to his knees at Master Ling Xiao’s feet, clutching the hem of his robe as he choked out: “Master, please stop refusing to see the truth. Bai Mu Mu is not a good person.”

He spoke faster, desperate: “She is not as pure as she looks. She really carries a malevolent spirit. All of us were fooled by her.”

He tried to force out another sentence: “Little Ruo, she—”

His words cut off. Master Ling Xiao flicked his sleeve, and Wen Xuan flew across the room, crashing hard against the wall.

Disgust filled Master Ling Xiao’s face.

Wen Xuan had always been gentle and proper in his eyes. Now he had disobeyed him again and again. When had he become so wild?

Before he could scold Wen Xuan, the other three all dropped to their knees at his feet.

Feng He Yun said in a rush: “Master, Shen Sang Ruo’s feelings for us are gone. What should we do?”

Lu Shi Qing added with panic: “Master, if we still don’t wake up, she really won’t come back.”

Luo Chu pleaded as well: “Master, Bai Mu Mu is the one with the deep schemes. She keeps framing Shen Sang Ruo.”

Meeting their pleading eyes, Master Ling Xiao felt a blaze of nameless anger rise in his chest.

He flicked his sleeve and threw them aside as he snapped: “Nonsense.”

He didn’t even think about it. He judged it as a lie the moment he heard it.

To him, they had gone mad for Shen Sang Ruo. Nothing they said was worth trusting.

He said, voice frighteningly cold: “I have my own eyes. I know better than you how Shen Sang Ruo is and how Mu Mu is. I do not need your reminders.”

Even if Bai Mu Mu had deceived them, that could not wash away what Shen Sang Ruo had done. He knew very well what she had done.

Master Ling Xiao let out a cold snort and ordered: “It seems you still do not admit fault. Get back to your caves and reflect. Until you think it through, you are not allowed to leave.”

At that, the four stared wide-eyed. If they were locked up again, how could they find Shen Sang Ruo? How could they make her feelings return?

But Master Ling Xiao gave them no chance to argue. With a wave of his hand, he sent them by Teleportation back to their own caves.

He set a Warding Seal as well. Only when they admitted fault would the seal unlock.

Back in their caves, the four slid down the barrier and sat weakly on the floor. Despair and helplessness filled their eyes.

Shen Sang Ruo already had a new Master, and new senior brothers and a senior sister. She would soon throw them aside for good. They had to stop it.

But Master did not believe them. What were they supposed to do now?

They sat in silence, one day after another.

No one knew how much time had passed when a bank of black mist slipped through the Warding Seal with ease, crept along the ground, and gathered in front of them.

The sudden mist put all four on guard at once.

Wen Xuan stared at the drifting mass and asked warily: “What is this? How can it pass through Master’s Warding Seal?”

Spiritual power sparked in his palm, and he was just about to scatter the mist when it spoke with a human voice: “I am the remnant soul of the Skywatch Pavilion Master, drawn here by your confusion and helplessness. I can answer your questions.”

Wen Xuan’s face changed in shock.

The Skywatch Pavilion had existed hundreds of years ago. It was formed by a group of cultivators skilled in Divination. As long as clients paid a certain price, they could divine anything.

But later it was exposed that they were actually heretic cultivators. They devoured the souls of those who sought their help to resist the punishment that came from peeking at the secrets of heaven.

The Hall of Myriad Spirits led dozens of sects to surround and destroy them. The battle shook the entire Cultivation World, and the story spread everywhere.

The Skywatch Pavilion Master, head of the heretic cultivators, died in that purge.

No one expected a wisp of his soul to escape.

Wen Xuan stared at the black mist, rubbing his fingertips together. He didn’t speak for a long time. [If this were before, there is no way I’d deal with someone this evil.]

[But now I have no other way.]

He only wanted to know how to get back the feelings Shen Sang Ruo once had for them.

Even knowing it was a heretic cultivator, right now this remnant soul of the Skywatch Pavilion Master was his best choice.

After a long silence, he spoke like a man who had made up his mind: “What price do I need to pay? Do you want my soul?”

The mist replied at once: “You understand. Give me a wisp of your soul and I will tell you all you wish to know. Will you make the deal with me?”

Wen Xuan answered without hesitation: “I will make the deal.”

He was willing to trade a piece of his soul.

Hearing how quickly he agreed, the black mist twisted on its own, then said: “What do you want to know?”

Wen Xuan’s voice went low and urgent: “I want to know why Little Ruo’s feelings for us disappeared, and whether we can get them back.”

After a moment, the mist answered: “Her feelings for you were extracted.”

Wen Xuan leaned forward at once: “Extracted, not erased? That means they can be recovered, right? Why were they extracted?”

The mist replied one by one: “Yes. Yes. She chose the extraction herself.”

Wen Xuan’s heart tightened in pain. [So it was her choice. She has truly lost hope in us, hasn’t she?]

But the appearance of the Skywatch Pavilion Master’s remnant soul also meant there was still a chance to make things right.

Thinking of this, Wen Xuan felt his confidence kindle again.

He asked quickly: “Then what must we do to get back the feelings that were extracted?”

The mist said: “Her extracted feelings are attached to the things or matters she regrets. As long as you mend her regrets, the feelings will return.”

Wen Xuan thought hard and whispered to himself: “Things or matters of regret…” Then he looked up with sudden light in his eyes and said: “Pass Token.”