Ye Chuxue sensed Bai Yang's ruthlessness. A mocking smile flickered at the corner of her mouth as she unleashed her full power again, showing no mercy.
Today, it would be either her life or Bai Yang's.
...
The two clashed wildly, their combat power astonishing.
Song Wanníng's clone hid in the shadows, arms crossed, watching the spectacle.
The golden little sword in her spirit sea kept making sharp comments on their tactics, amusing Song Wanníng more and more.
She looked at these two who once loved and understood each other, now locked in a deadly fight, and felt only irony.
Human hearts were complicated. Many wanted everything without sacrifice.
Ye Chuxue was a typical example—wanting all men to like her, refusing to commit, unwilling to reject anyone. She liked Bai Yang, yet was reluctant to cut off other men's advances. That was why they ended up like this.
But Bai Yang's problem was just as big.
In Song Wanníng's eyes, Bai Yang was a fickle fence-sitter, wavering repeatedly between her and Ye Chuxue. He always made choices based on his own interests, as if everyone would accept him no matter what.
But a fence-sitter's fate was to be abandoned by everyone.
Fence-sitters did not deserve anyone's true heart.
A shadow of bitterness flashed in Song Wanníng's eyes. Life was not black and white. Human nature had too many gray areas.
Yet she knew people must have gratitude.
And Bai Yang had none.
In this battle between the male and female leads, she did not favor Bai Yang, but she still silently gave him some support, hoping he could weaken Ye Chuxue's fate.
So far, Ye Chuxue's performance clearly surpassed Bai Yang's, and the battle was gradually tipping in her favor.
Song Wanníng's lips curled faintly as she stroked her fingers.
Three ungrateful disciples—now only Bai Yang remained.
There was also Gu Qingyuan, who followed Ye Chuxue and seemed lucky to still be alive somewhere in hiding.
None of them would escape.
Once the dragon vein was awakened, Ye Chuxue's luck should improve.
Now, Ye Chuxue and Bai Yang's luck were clearly inferior to before. When the time came to deal with them, it would be much easier.
Thinking this, starlight gleamed in Song Wanníng's eyes as she looked up at the sky.
"Watching your beloved sons and daughters tear each other apart must be infuriating and agonizing.
Ha ha ha ha!"
...
Boom—
An explosion rocked the battlefield, blasting Bai Yang and Ye Chuxue apart.
They both hit the ground with heavy thuds, coughing up blood and dizzy.
Half an hour had passed since the fight began. Their spiritual power was severely depleted, and their attacks had weakened.
But Bai Yang had plenty of pills, swallowing one after another, making Ye Chuxue almost want to scream.
Fortunately, her dantian was broad, and her spiritual energy abundant, or she might not have lasted this long.
She wiped blood from her mouth and painfully stood, her sword hand trembling slightly.
Bai Yang's face was pale, his clothes soaked in blood. He forced himself up, chest aching fiercely, his lungs displaced from the blast. He was grateful for his ample pills, helping him recover quickly despite injuries.
Yet Ye Chuxue's strength alarmed him. In a short absence, her moves had become ruthless and complex, overwhelming him.
Now, he felt less confident.
Still, thinking he was the son of Heavenly Dao's fortune, he quickly regained his composure. He believed he could not die, and Ye Chuxue could not harm him.
Bai Yang charged at Ye Chuxue again, determined to kill her.
Ye Chuxue's eyes flickered with killing intent and a sneer.
Unafraid, she met him head-on.
The battle grew fiercer. Song Wanníng's mood brightened as she livestreamed the fight to her true body.
Song Wanníng's true body rarely paused cultivation and enjoyed the show.
Dog bites dog. It was truly satisfying to watch.
In the past, Bai Yang attacked her while Ye Chuxue helped defend seamlessly.
Now, the two were still so well matched.
Being able to anticipate each other's moves was a kind of tacit understanding.
But suddenly, Song Wanníng noticed a disturbance in her storage ring. She probed with her spirit and her expression changed. It was the Three Lives Mirror.
This ancient artifact had been found in her previous life and gave her the chance to live again. It was incredibly precious, so she treasured it deeply. Though it had gone silent after its initial warning, she still checked it from time to time.
Years had passed, and now the Three Lives Mirror suddenly reacted again. She was shocked.
Song Wanníng quickly took it out. The simple mirror shimmered with a faint white glow and trembled slightly. mShe raised it to her eyes to examine it repeatedly. mSuddenly, the mirror calmed as if the previous movement was just a hallucination.
"What's going on? Why is it still again?"
Song Wanníng was stunned, a helpless feeling crossing her heart. She sighed and put the mirror away.
A thought flickered in her eyes.
She had always been curious about her rebirth. Cultivators died and that was the end. No reincarnation or time reversal was known. Sometimes she wondered if everything in her previous life was just a dream—a dream that verified the future.
A dream ending with everything starting anew.
But those painful memories were etched deeply in her Primordial Soul and could not be explained away as a dream.
Song Wanníng closed her eyes.
If there was a chance, she wanted to uncover the secret behind her rebirth.
Returning to the present, Ye Chuxue and Bai Yang had already entered a fierce battle.
Bai Yang lay wounded, unable to rise for a long time.
His face was full of shock and disbelief, seemingly unable to accept that Ye Chuxue had surpassed him.
"What's wrong? Surprised to lose to me?"
Ye Chuxue, bloodied, looked at Bai Yang's expression and knew what he was thinking.
"I'll tell you, my strength was never inferior to yours. In the past, you always played tough and took the lead as the scapegoat. Of course, I had to let you."
She looked coldly at Bai Yang's pitiful state and felt a trace of satisfaction. Did Bai Yang really think he was some favored son of heaven?
If those resources had been hers, she would have already advanced to Nascent Soul!
That fool Song Wanníng never picked her as a disciple. Then she would have known what kind of disciple was worth her effort.
Bai Yang and An Ze were just a few useless trash.
Useless weaklings who could never be helped!