Mysteries Continent, Wuji Sect

The sunset was particularly red, a fiery red that lingered like the afterglow of the setting sun.

The summit of Wujigeng Mountain, stained red by the spattered water.

Ling Xi lay on the ground, twitching and shaking like chaff, as if she would shatter at any moment.

Hearing my own voice, as if it were drifting away like the wind.

"As your disciples, why is it that Master only shows cruelty and inflicts serious wounds upon me?"

>Chongming Daojun's deep eyes were utterly calm.

"You should know this is all your own fault, it's because you shouldn't have wounded Xianxian with the Xuan Bing sword."

So, can he just take away his life force?

Ling Xi, filled with rage and hatred, propped herself up on the ground and roared: "Again, it's all for that person! Master, don't you know that he was the one who stole my contract spirit first? You would poison me based on just his words and show no mercy. How could you be so heartless."

Chongming Daojun frowned, his eyes filled with disgust:

"Xianxian has never wanted to steal anything from you. The spirit chose Xianxian willingly, and you shouldn't harm your fellow disciples over such a trivial matter."

Voluntary choice? Harming fellow disciples? How ridiculous.

"That nine-tailed fox, I raised it for a hundred years with spirit pills, and the moment it transformed, that beast no longer wanted me as its master. So I must just let it leave? Why?!"

Lingxi sneered, pain and mockery woven across her face.

"Or are you saying that because your precious little apprentice wants it, I as his senior sister have to give it to him?"

A hundred and forty years of master-disciple loyalty, couldn't withstand the mere ten years of warmth from Narcissus. Alright, I'll give my master to you.

Moreover.

The senior brother said that Shui Xian was simple and kind, letting others go first. "Okay, let them go first," he said repeatedly. The grand senior brother then ended up with Shui Xian alone.

My good fiancé, once said a smile like blazing fire, the smile hasn't changed later, but his has.

He was more like a fairy, an orchid that didn't eat human fireworks. He didn't hesitate to break off his engagement, making him the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world.

Master, senior brother, fiancé, and even the spirit are all bewitched by Shui Xian. Whenever that person sets their eyes on something, they will go to great lengths to obtain it.

Now, even Lian's natal artifact has been forcefully taken from her.

Doesn't he know that the hundred-year cultivation of his Qi, nurtured in his Dantian, would be destroyed if forcibly stripped away?

No, he knew, but simply didn't care.

Zhe Ming Daojun's expression was impassive, as if he was born with this heart of stone.

Lingxi has always known that he was cold-hearted and dedicated to his path, the only remaining warmth he had, he gave it all to his beloved little apprentice.

I had long stopped expecting his pity, but I hate how indifferent he is after hurting me. It's only what I deserve.

"Let me guess, this time the one who took my Xuanbing Sword is going to offer it to your precious apprentice again?"

"My dear master, you are truly a model teacher who thinks of your disciples! Hahahahahaha—"

"Bold!"

Zhong Ming Daojun, having his heart affairs exposed by Ling Xi, stiffened slightly. An invisible wave of power was suddenly released.

The next second

With only a “bang” could be heard, Lingxi was once again pressed down, her face buried into the dirt, only her hateful eyes remaining visible.

Zhong Ming Daojun's figure gradually disappeared from sight, the sun finally setting in the west.

As I lay on the ground, consciousness fading into darkness, I still couldn't understand. What had I done wrong? Why was it always me who lost everything, time and time again?

Lingxi didn't see, at the moment of unconsciousness, the jade bracelet on her wrist emitted a ray of light after being dyed, and then drilled into it.

"Found it, found it — Master, you've activated your magic bracelet!" a joyous voice suddenly rang out.

Followed by a cool, questioning male voice.

This is the person bound to me? Their dantian is destroyed and their cultivation has plummeted, they're too weak! Will this really work?

There's no way around it, Master. Since the bracelet has been activated, its binding with yours is set in stone. Besides, after going through so much hardship and being so stubborn, you surely wouldn't want to be controlled by fate.

The man pondered for a moment, then sighed.

It seems I can only entrust hope to it now.

Heaven is unfair, it's time you knew the truth.

Lingxi had a very long dream, experiencing the same events as in real life.

However, the dream unfolds from Narcissus' perspective.

What is displayed are all Ling Xi's selfish, insidious, malicious aspects, while Shui Xian embodies purity, innocence, and kindness.

Time and time again, he provokes Narcissus, only to be slapped in the face by him.

No, that's not right.

Even in her dreams, Lingxi still had a furrowed brow and beads of sweat on her temples. Her hair was disheveled.

I want to stop him, but I can't. All I can do is watch as another version of myself acts like a demon, constantly courting disaster.

Finally, the nine-tailed fox, who could no longer bear it, was thrown into the demon world and died from being exploited by countless demon cultivators.

"Ah!" Lingxi cried out, suddenly opening her eyes.

Before my eyes, there was a stream of spit, the tip of my nose caught the fishy smell of mud. I still lay on the ground.

Once I saw where it was, my frantic heart slowly calmed down.

It was just a dream after all.

I don't know how long it has been, the sky is already bright, and no one has found me unconscious. Ling Xi smirked cruelly.

That's right, ever since the incident with Narcissus, all within the Wujizong have treated me as a traitor who harmed my own sect. How could anyone possibly come looking for me?

They probably don't come to trample because they are still considering you as a disciple of the esteemed Master Chongming.

But things might not be so good from now on.

The scenes in a dream, even after waking up, are still vivid in memory.

Clearly remember, this matter just a few days ago, was driven out of Wuji Peak, thrown to a thin spiritual qi mountain peak.

Lingxi took out a Spirit Nourishing Pill from her pouch. As soon as the pill touched her lips, it dissolved, pure spiritual energy washing over her, dispelling the fatigue she had felt before.

Dragging his wounded body, he slowly made his way home.

The short distance made the dantian ache even more, as if it were about to tear apart.

I advise you not to, if your dantian is destroyed further, even a great Luo immortal can't save you.

Who, who is speaking.

Ling Xi was in agonizing pain, when a strange, cold male voice suddenly rang out beside her. Ignoring the pain, she cautiously looked around.

You don't need to look any further, you can't see me.

"Who are you? Where are you from?" Ling Xi did not relax her vigilance, her voice laced with the power of all her water spirit energy.

A mist rose, and Lingxi's eyes suddenly saw another scene: a man lay on a jade bed in a mountain piled with spirit stones, his hands folded over his abdomen.

He wore a violet-purple Guangling robe, with an ink scroll cloud patterned sash around his waist. His black hair cascaded down, and even with his eyes closed, one could sense from his appearance that this person was extraordinary.

As you can see, I am now in slumber. Only by absorbing enough spiritual energy can I awaken.

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"Can you wake up, and what does it have to do with me?"

The man raised an eyebrow. On the surface, there seemed to be no connection now, but that might not always be the case.

You must be wondering why I reached out to you.