Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Chapter 132: One Blade Severs Heaven and Earth

Ye Youran awoke from the deepest, most peaceful sleep she had ever known.

It feels like childhood again carefree, without fear, without burden.

No longer did she need to worry about survival, or that her peerless beauty would draw unwanted eyes.

No longer did she fear her astonishing talent would bring disaster if discovered.

She wished she could stay forever, never thinking, never worrying.

But memory intruded. The image of her mother, waiting anxiously, filled her heart with dread.

Her eyes flew open, tears shimmering on her lashes. She sat up abruptly, startling the young woman who had been watching over her.

The girl resembled her slightly, older by a year or two, strikingly beautiful, radiating warmth.

Seeing her awake, Ye Xinqing smiled gently. “You’re awake. Do you feel unwell?”

Youran’s panic eased. “Where am I?”

Xinqing explained patiently: “This is the Ye Clan. Don’t you remember? Father saved you.”

Youran gasped. That familiar aura, that face once only seen in her mother’s sketches she had glimpsed in reality yesterday.

“Where is he? I must see him!” She clutched Xinqing’s arm, desperate.

Xinqing soothed her. “Listen. Father has searched for you and Aunt Mu for twenty years. He’s outside, but he hesitated to enter afraid you might hate him.”

“Hate him? Why would I? Mother told me we were separated by necessity. We could never leave the Xuan Heavy Mountains.”

Relieved, Xinqing nodded. “Drink some spirit porridge to restore yourself. I’ll fetch him.”

Youran agreed, then asked curiously: “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ye Xinqing. By rank, you should call me sister. My mother is Yue Rushuang your master’s sister, and thus your mother too.”

She smiled. “Here, a gift for our first meeting.”

From her storage ring, she produced a doll and handed it over.

Youran examined it, then her eyes widened. “A Substitute Doll!”

Shock filled her. Such a treasure could withstand even a Divine Realm strike, instantly teleporting the bearer to safety.

How can she give this so casually?

She did not know that for Xinqing, such items were commonplace. Her fortune drew treasures to her like moths to flame.

Already, Xinqing’s cultivation had soared to Purple Mansion Sixth Heaven surpassing even Ye Zilan, though he was ten years older.

This was the terrifying nature of a child of destiny.

Holding the doll, Youran sipped the spirit porridge. Warmth spread through her body, toxins and pill residues purged, her vitality restored.

She felt stronger than ever.

So this is what home feels like. Warm. Safe. Beautiful.

Her voice trembled. “Home it’s wonderful.”

Memories of hiding in the mountains, of her mother’s struggles, made the contrast overwhelming.

A trembling male voice broke her reverie.

She looked up. The black-clad man from yesterday stood there, eyes brimming with guilt, sorrow, and love.

She rushed into his arms.

Ye Wushang held her tightly, as if afraid she would vanish.

After a long embrace, she pulled back, urgently. “Father, save Mother!”

His heart sank. So it’s true Xiyao is in danger.

Suppressing his fury, he said gently: “Tell me everything.”

Youran recounted their years in hiding, the pursuit by the Nalan Clan, and how Mu Xiyao had been targeted by its patriarch, a Divine Realm master.

Rejected, he sent two late-stage Emperors to seize her.

Mu Xiyao fought bravely, but was overwhelmed.

At the last moment, Dan Tai Wan’er appeared, her power ascended, and slew the two Emperors.

But they knew the Nalan Clan would never relent.

Xiyao could not leave the mountains. Outside, the Blood Night Monarch’s gaze awaited.

Wan’er suppressed the demonic tracking mark on Youran with sword intent, sending her to find Ye Wushang.

But the suppression was temporary. On her journey, the mark broke free, exposing her.

Only luck spared her from the Monarch himself—he sent lesser demons instead.

Ye Wushang’s eyes blazed with killing intent. He had already sentenced them to death.

Youran saw his fury and tried to explain their strength.

But suddenly, the black mark on her arm flared, blood-red lines spreading.

Her face paled. “No! The Demon Monarch is searching for me. Father, I must leave if I stay, the Ye Clan will be destroyed!”

Even in peril, she thought of protecting the clan.

Ye Wushang’s heart ached. What suffering has she endured, to remain so pure?

He stroked her hair, smiling gently. “No need. Trust me. I’ll sever the mark. Then we’ll rescue your mother together.”

His words filled her with peace. She chose to believe him.

Ye Wushang’s eyes glowed with profound yellow light.

His consciousness surged, stepping into a vast river of chaos.

Youran’s vision shifted she saw him standing upon a cosmic current, each droplet a world, waves birthing and destroying realms.

She trembled at the sight.

He turned, smiled faintly, then raised his blade.

The river roared, worlds shattered.

His blade descended, swallowing heaven and earth, severing the current itself.

At once, Youran felt the mark vanish. The demonic tether was gone.

Her heart surged with awe. Father… truly did it.

The curse that had haunted her since birth was destroyed with a single stroke.

When she returned to herself, she realized many figures had gathered, watching in stunned silence.

Ye Wushang stood calm, his blade lowered, his daughter freed.