At first glance, it looked like lovers entwined in a tender moment, a scene full of romantic beauty.
But looking closer, Ye Chuxue's expression was one of extreme pain, her whole body trembling.
Bai Yang was already drowned in demonic energy. His crazed eyes held no trace of reason, only overwhelming hatred.
It was clear Bai Yang hated Ye Chu Xue down to his bones. The moment they met, he lost all control and became fully possessed by his heart demon.
Now, he acted like an uncontrollable demonic creatures, driven purely by primal desire.
Watching his once-promising "good disciple" become this, Song Wanníng's eyes flashed with scorn.
Who would have thought this so-called male lead, the child of the Heavenly Dao, had such a fragile mind—far weaker than she was in her past life.
Even when she had fallen into demonic possession before, she had constantly suppressed the demonic intent and never lost all reason.
But Bai Yang, just barely possessed, already could not hold on.
He was even worse than Ye Chu Xue.
Truly disappointing.
Song Wanníng kept a calm expression, but after mocking him, a hint of self-mockery followed. Such a person—she had treated him like a son and nurtured him in her previous life. Not only was her method of education flawed, but her judgment of people was poor. She really had failed.
"Big Sister, how can such a person be called the destined male lead? That's ridiculous."
The golden little sword could not help but complain, its eyes full of disdain. Since it was forged and comprehended, Bai Yang had either been stupid or malicious. It could not understand how he had become the male lead.
The sword was frustrated, and Song Wanníng frowned, shaking her head doubtfully.
"The matter of the male and female leads was revealed to me by the Three Lives Mirror. Why exactly, I don't know…"
But the Three Lives Mirror never lies.
"Seems like this damn Heaven is blind,"
the golden little sword grumbled, increasingly convinced the Heavenly Dao's judgment was faulty, picking such trash.
"But Ye Chuxue is somewhat interesting. Though her character isn't great, her heart is truly firm…"
The sword was a bit surprised. Ye Chuxue had been through such extreme ups and downs, yet her Dao heart remained steady, which was quite unexpected.
Song Wanníng neither confirmed nor denied this.
She had to admit Ye Chuxue had some impressive qualities. Coupled with incredible Luck, no wonder her past life had gone smoothly and her rise had been steady.
It was a pity that this lifetime, with Song Wanníng involved, Ye Chu Xue's path would be anything but smooth. A cold glint flickered in Song Wanníng's eyes. After thinking it over, she still chose not to interfere and remained hidden, observing.
At this moment, blood dripped from Ye Chuxue's neck, running down her pale skin until it disappeared beneath her collar.
She convulsed in pain, while Bai Yang frenziedly sucked her blood. His eyes were filled with red and demonic energy.
The searing pain wrapped Ye Chuxue inside and out. Her sea of consciousness roiled violently, and the once vast starry river began collapsing in an instant.
Then, deep within her primordial soul, a crimson flower suddenly bloomed like a drop of new nectar, spreading through her sea of consciousness.
In the next moment, the collapsing sea of consciousness erupted wildly, thunderous rumbles deafening her eardrums.
Suddenly, a burst of red light exploded from Ye Chuxue's body, blasting Bai Yang and the lingering souls far away.
She opened her tear-wet eyes, a sharp killing intent flashing inside.
"Bai Yang!"
She clenched her back teeth and spoke clearly, "You brought this upon yourself. You have no one to blame but yourself."
Grasping her long sword, she launched another attack at Bai Yang.
Still dazed, Bai Yang collapsed to the ground. The next moment, the sword pierced his chest.
Blood splattered, staining his eyes red. At this moment, reason finally returned. He felt a dull pain in his chest. Lowering his gaze, he saw the cold blade stuck in his heart, with blood flowing nonstop.
Looking up, Bai Yang stared at Ye Chuxue, his expression stunned.
"You…"
It was clear she no longer held any feelings for him.
She was truly willing to kill him.
"Bai Yang, the moment you tried to kill me, your fate was sealed."
Ye Chu Xue's expression was cold, her eyes flashing with irony.
"Loving you before was the biggest regret of my life. You're not even worth comparing to my master's pinky toe. No, you don't deserve to be compared to my master at all!"
Her master had risked her life for her, willing to be scorned by the world just to be with her.
That was true love.
Trash like Bai Yang was not worthy of such a comparison.
"You—"
Bai Yang had never been despised like this before. His anger flared again at her words.
But the next second, Ye Chu Xue pushed the sword deeper.
"Pfft—"
Bai Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbing the sword with one hand while lunging toward Ye Chu Xue with the other. Even possessed, Bai Yang was still the child of the Heavenly Dao, blessed with incredible Luck.
Ye Chu Xue wanted to kill him?
No way.
...
"Big Sister! Big Sister! Look! The Three Lives Mirror is moving again!"
The golden little sword suddenly shouted, excitedly staring at the glowing Three Lives Mirror. It had heard about this artifact from its master many times, but this was the first time it saw such a strong light from it.
It seemed suddenly awakened.
Song Wanníng's eyes narrowed sharply. From watching the scene, she immediately focused all her attention on the storage ring.
The ancient Three Lives Mirror bloomed with light again, releasing an aura of eternal antiquity. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes as she held the mirror in her hands. The dull mirror surface gradually cleared, reflecting Song Wanníng's bright and beautiful face. Suddenly, a weathered and tired voice sounded, ambiguous in gender.
"The Bai Yang male lead aura is broken, he can be killed."
Along with the voice, a splash of blood-red filled the mirror, tinged with malevolence and a hint of bloodlust.
Song Wanníng was stunned, her eyes glowing faintly as she stared fixedly at the Three Lives Mirror, her knuckles whitening around its edges, veins showing faint blue.
"Three Lives Mirror, what do you mean? The Bai Yang male lead aura is broken?"
So, the Heavenly Dao had abandoned Bai Yang and chosen Ye Chuxue instead?
Song Wanníng's expression hardened. There was no joy, only a cold chill.
Because it favored Ye Chuxue, it could even abandon Bai Yang. Then what fate awaited the rest of them, the cannon fodder supporting characters?
Would all her struggles be for nothing?
A surge of resentment rose from her heart. Demonic energy stirred restlessly in her body.
Song Wanníng closed her eyes, suppressing her anger and hatred, then looked again at the Three Lives Mirror. The mirror was mysterious and unfathomable. Even she only understood it partially, unable to command it fully.
She did not even know how long she could keep the Three Lives Mirror.
"Bai Yang was always an ordinary cultivator. It was only because Ye Chuxue favored him that he gradually gained Luck and the male lead aura."
The Three Lives Mirror spoke slowly.
These words sank Song Wanníng's heart to the bottom.