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Chapter 74: The Unique Seedling of the Yuanmen Sacred Sect
The words spoken were like pear blossoms in the rain, filled with tears and sorrow.
Yet, in that moment, Chu Weiyang remained expressionless, coldly gazing at Miss Qinghe with his hollow eyes.
Perhaps it was the biting chill of the raging storm, or perhaps it was the weight of Chu Weiyang's somber gaze that made Miss Qinghe tremble and sob quietly, her shoulders shaking more and more.
To be honest, watching Miss Qinghe's seemingly natural movements, Chu Weiyang found it difficult to discern which of her words were true and which were false amidst her subtle expressions.
If it were someone with only a decade or two of experience, they would likely struggle to maintain their composure in the face of such a heart-wrenching display.
In fact, as Miss Qinghe moved, there were fleeting moments when Chu Weiyang found himself lost in enchanting thoughts.
However, when he regained his focus and truly looked at her, she continued her flawless performance, yet the inexplicable daze made him recall even more.
One could only say that the taste of tea was rather too strong.
The chaotic memories of past lives intertwined in his mind, causing Chu Weiyang's first instinct to be one of instinctive avoidance.
Without reason, he stepped back abruptly.
In that moment, Miss Qinghe was still sobbing, about to lunge forward again, but suddenly she fell short, her upper body crashing to the ground, and when she struggled to rise again, her delicate dress was already stained with mud.
Her beautiful face, now devoid of tears, looked at the retreating Chu Weiyang in disbelief.
At the same time, Chu Weiyang's calm and hoarse voice rang out amidst the roaring waves.
Perhaps she had not anticipated that Chu Weiyang would pose such a question; for a moment, Miss Qinghe stood there dazed, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.
In stark contrast to her earlier fluent lamentations, she seemed like a different person.
Realizing this, Chu Weiyang shook his head with a sense of emotion, then continued to ask.
This time, Miss Qinghe pursed her lips, falling silent.
Chu Weiyang shook his head again.
As his words fell, behind the heavy curtain of mist, a bright flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the darkened sky.
Boom—!
Following that was a continuous rumble of thunder, echoing like a great bell striking at Miss Qinghe's heart.
Upon closer inspection, Miss Qinghe stood there in a daze, her face drained of color.
Yet, Chu Weiyang's words, each one like a sharp blade, relentlessly pierced into her heart, conveying an indescribable pain, splattering blood and vitality everywhere.
"I have not yet established my Foundation; speaking such enticing words about the Yuan Yang is sabotaging my cultivation. To take a step back, if I truly only took you as a servant, a living person with roots and a lineage, the direct descendant of the Hundred Flowers Tower, you are teaching me to seek death...
But you should also know that I fled ninety thousand miles just to escape to a safe place for quiet cultivation, which I regard as important as my own life! From Jing'an Dao City to this Lingfu Island, Miss Qinghe, you truly are a debt collector!
So in this vast calamity, you do such a thing, have you never considered the possibility within this tangled web of cause and effect that I might kill you?"
As the words fell, Miss Qinghe trembled again, but this time, her tremors were not limited to her shoulders; from her eyelids to her lips, from her bones to her flesh, the fear of death made her entire being spasm uncontrollably.
With bewildered eyes wide open, in an instant, tears streamed down her face once more.
Hearing this, almost instinctively, Chu Weiyang felt a laugh bubbling up.
To speak of kindness and cause and effect in the face of life and death with a demonic cultivator.
It was as if Chu Weiyang discovered for the first time that Miss Qinghe possessed such a unique innocence.
In that moment, Chu Weiyang suddenly laughed.
As his voice fell, it was filled with certainty.
Upon hearing this, Miss Qinghe seemed startled, shivering violently, and then despairingly closed her eyes.
Between her constantly trembling eyelashes, hot tears flowed uncontrollably.
She should have known that the last time in Jing'an Dao City, amidst the scheming, she had not truly gained the upper hand.
She should also have understood that someone who could treat Shi Yuting with such seriousness would not be an ordinary minor cultivator.
And in the mental clash, sometimes a single misstep could lead to a complete defeat.
Ultimately, it was her deep-seated disdain for Chu Weiyang that led to her current predicament, making her realize that in the end, the one who was looked down upon was herself, sitting on the ground in a pitiful state.
In the aspect she prided herself on the most, she had lost utterly.
Thinking of this, Miss Qinghe wiped her tears, gently raised her chin, and revealed her slender neck, white as jade, to Chu Weiyang.
With just a single sentence, she seemed to pull herself from the mire, shedding all pretense, revealing the essence of her true nature.
Emerging from the mud yet untainted, washing in the clear ripples yet not enchanting.
In that moment, Chu Weiyang did not continue to press for answers, seemingly uninterested in the matter of Miss Qinghe calculating against her master.
At this time, he even had the leisure to glance at the changes in the sea beyond the island's protective formation.
Then, Chu Weiyang casually spoke:
Upon hearing this, it seemed that Miss Qinghe had begun to question him instead.
Chu Weiyang looked at Miss Qinghe in surprise and suddenly laughed.
As his voice fell, the beach was deathly silent.
Not knowing what he thought of, after pondering for a few breaths, Chu Weiyang suddenly spoke again:
In that moment, Miss Qinghe tightly closed her eyes for the second time, as if she dared not look at anything, or perhaps closing her eyes was to prevent anyone from looking at her.
In an instant, a layer of pink spread across her cheeks.
Her face flushed, her ears hot.
Due to shame and anger, she felt an inexplicable dizziness.
Seeing Miss Qinghe fall into a long, indescribable silence, Chu Weiyang's mind recalled the carefree laughter of Chunyu Zhi.
At that moment, it seemed that the sinister methods of those demonic cultivators had become nothing but weak and pitiful in her eyes.
Then, as the laughter faded, Chunyu Zhi's clear voice continued to ring out.
"Use the Heart-Eating Summoning Curse! Not the one left by the Danxia Old Mother, but the true original Heart-Eating Summoning Curse! Just teach her to recite it, just teach her to offer her divine thought and incense, better than any mental restriction!
Once you achieve the Golden Core... no, as long as you refine the Dan胎 and incorporate that strand of divine thought and incense into it, even if she achieves the Golden Core before you, she will still be under your control, never to rise again!
And you are not worried about forming some unbreakable cause and effect with the Hundred Flowers Tower? This Heart-Eating Summoning Curse is strange in that it controls the hearts and souls of people invisibly, without revealing any traces of Dao or Law!"
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In the depths of the outer sea.
The raging storm almost blended the sky and sea into one color.
Amidst the endless curtain of mist, Shi Yuting struggled to fly in mid-air.
In the next moment, Shi Yuting stood still, the Golden Core decree hovering above him swayed in the fierce wind, its brilliance flickering uncertainly.
Looking closely at the surging boundless waves, there was no trace of Qinghe on the empty sea surface.
Frowning tightly, Shi Yuting finally sighed helplessly, clasping his hands in the lotus seal to retract the Golden Core decree, then turned his figure and fled in another direction.
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On Lingfu Island, at the beach.
At this moment, Miss Qinghe held a stick of incense in her hand, gradually murmuring indistinct sounds from her mouth.
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