Chapter 733: Chapter 733
The rustling sound of soft boots crushing fallen leaves arose, the stark silhouette of the figure gradually becoming clear, as the Ancient Sword Emotion Slayer was firmly pressed in its sheath by a pale hand, its edge silent and still.
In the thinning night, Su Jing approached Ning Feiyan, her voice cold as shattered ice, "You’ve got quite the nerve to deceive my Senior Sister."
Her eyes were a cold black, questioning, yet there was no hint of murderous intent in her frosty demeanor.
Ning Feiyan couldn’t decide how long this woman had been there.
If she had seen the whole affair, given the stubbornness typical of the Taixuan Sect, it would be unreasonable for her not to draw her sword and intervene promptly.
But judging by her tone and appearance, it didn’t seem like she’d witnessed much.
After much thought, Ning Feiyan found herself increasingly unable to comprehend what role this Young Sect Master of the Taixuan Sect was truly playing.
She concealed her doubts and smiled faintly, "I believe Jiachen’s words hold no weight. Satisfying Su Xi’s long-cherished wish while willingly making him serve us, to rescue your two dear Senior Sisters, why ever not?"
Su Jing glanced at her indifferently, "You mean, to serve you alone, right?"
Ning Feiyan smiled slightly, "I think the difference is negligible. After all, my husband is deeply concerned about that esteemed elder of your sect. As his servant, I naturally would not stand idly by."
A cold and bone-piercing murderous intent finally emerged within Su Jing’s eyes.
Ning Feiyan, unafraid, seemed to find something extremely amusing, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, "Miss Su Jing, you’re directing hostility at the wrong person. Nowadays, it’s the Demon Lord who wants to snatch your fiancé, not me. If you have spare time to watch a play, why not ponder how to make the Demon Lord take a loss?"
A straightforward statement hit Su Jing like thunderclap, her pale eyes slowly widening as turmoil spilled within them. Unconsciously, she gripped the Emotion Slayer at her waist, her lips pressed into a straight line, "You..."
Ning Feiyan’s face resumed its customary malicious smile as she took two steps forward, her index finger delicately lifting a strand of Su Jing’s hair that rested against her chest.
"Miss, don’t rush into confusion. I have many secrets at my fingertips."
"I have to say, Miss Su Jing is indeed ruthless, letting him live in such hapless oblivion. But considering his wit, uncovering his true identity shouldn’t be difficult for him. Your secret won’t be kept for long."
Su Jing’s face turned ghastly white. Without speaking, she cast a desolate, chilling glance at Ning Feiyan.
Ning Feiyan continued with a smile, "That Miss Yin is quite perceptive. Even if she catches a glimpse of the truth, it might well be a pipe dream. Considering that you recognized him long ago and haven’t yet revealed his identity, it must be for more than just private emotions."
Her finger traced the strand of hair, then her narrow smile faded, and she spoke earnestly, "You must be aware that the waters of your Taixuan Sect are far murkier than they appear on the surface. Why did the Ghost Sect Young Master inexplicably show up near the border city of Nanze Mountain, and why did he specifically seek out Meng Zifei of Yunmeng City?
That year, the Ghost Child’s cannibalism put Meng Zifei in mortal danger, forcing Shang Ying to sacrifice her Spirit Root for his life, drawing Li Xuan, the Lihe Sect Master, to intervene. In the end, who attracted calamity to that boy, and who timely informed Sword Master Yu?
Why was the one spreading the news so certain that his biological father would rather trust a stranger than his own son? And those seemingly benign marriage alliances with the Swan Alliance, little did anyone know they would turn into the real death warrants.
The things you didn’t consider back then, tonight you must meticulously scrutinize before daring to take the next step, isn’t that so?"
Ning Feiyan’s string of words fell upon Su Jing’s ears like a sudden downpour, her slender frame trembling beneath her white garment.
She slowly closed her eyes, her expression inscrutable, her voice icy, "Knowing too much isn’t good for you."
"Is that too much?" Ning Feiyan stretched out a smiling hand, gently brushing the immaculate spot between Su Jing’s brows, "Don’t you wonder why you were born with obstructed orifices, a shadowed spirit platform, and meridians darkened?"
Su Jing’s eyes snapped open, sharp as frost-laden stars, staring fiercely at Ning Feiyan.
Ning Feiyan continued with a smile, "Two hundred years ago, the prophecies foretold the arrival of three children of the Heavenly Dao from the human continent, each born of the Three Sects. Initially, Erhe Zangxin, to pave the way ahead for Mi Lu, could not allow another legend like Sword Master Yu, Su Guanhai, or Yin Dufeng to emerge from the Immortal Sects, so he fetched three strands of dark karma-infused water from the Demon Prison.
However, dealing with the arduous Demon Prison proved challenging. By the time Zangxin obtained the water, Yin Baishuang had been born for over a month, awakening and resonating with the ten reverent halls the day she came into the world. Shielded by the power of the halls, the dark karma-infused water held no sway over her.
On the other hand, you and Baili An were still in the womb, on the verge of birth. The irony was that on the eve of both your births, even Zangxin, with all his heavenly might, could not silently infiltrate Bai Tuo Mountain and Nanze Mountain.
Yet on the eve of your births, that dark karma-infused water was administered to your mothers undetected.
The malevolent energy flowed into your bodies, cursing one with innate mediocrity, unable to cultivate a sword body, and the other born with blocked spirituality, whitless, their orifices sealed, their fate shrouded in darkness, risking a life fraught with murderous inclinations toward demonic transformation."