Bai Yang's identity was basically handed to him by Ye Chuxue?
Whoever Ye Chuxue favored could become the male lead, even gaining the Heavenly Dao's partiality.
Then what were the rest of them?
Why should the Heavenly Dao stoop to such levels?
Song Wanníng felt a growing sense of injustice in her heart.
How could a Heavenly Dao harbor such selfishness and still claim to be the ruler of a world and its living beings?
The Three Lives Mirror in her hand continued to speak:
"Now that the relationship between him and Ye Chuxue has completely fallen beyond repair, and he has become a demonic creature, naturally he no longer deserves the position of the male lead. That is why I say, Bai Yang must be killed!"
Without the protective aura, Song Wanníng finally had the freedom to strike and take his life.
"Surely you are not reluctant to do this?"
Suddenly, a trace of amusement and teasing appeared in the voice of the Three Lives Mirror.
Song Wanníng raised her brow, slightly surprised as she looked at it.
"I thought you would understand my determination best."
The experiences of her past life were known only to herself and the Three Lives Mirror. How could she be reluctant?
She only felt it was unfair.
But unfairness in the Heavenly Dao—she had long known this, hadn't she?
Song Wanníng sighed softly, the bitterness in her heart slowly fading.
"Heh…"
The Three Lives Mirror emitted a light chuckle but said nothing further.
Just as Song Wanníng was about to ask more, she suddenly noticed the Three Lives Mirror had returned to its original inactive state, offering no response.
"Three Lives Mirror?"
She tried communicating again, but it remained motionless, as if asleep.
Song Wanníng was speechless.
Was this its way of telling her that Bai Yang's aura had shattered?
It seemed the Three Lives Mirror's disgust toward Bai Yang was far from mild.
She narrowed her eyes, a flicker of doubt crossing her gaze.
When she had first returned to life, she hadn't given it much thought. She simply assumed she had been favored by a divine artifact. But now, it didn't seem that simple.
With the Luck she once held, why would such a divine artifact fall into her hands instead of being seized by Ye Chuxue?
And how did the Three Lives Mirror peer into others' Luck to judge their fate?
Too many questions crowded her mind. Song Wanníng knew she had to find answers. She couldn't become a pawn or a scapegoat in someone else's hands.
Putting the Three Lives Mirror away once more, she raised her eyes to Bai Yang and Ye Chuxue.
Perhaps because the male lead aura was gone, Bai Yang was now struck down, collapsed on the ground, unable to get up no matter how he tried.
Ye Chuxue advanced step by step, sword in hand, murderous intent blazing in her eyes.
"Bai Yang, this place will be your grave. In your next life, you'd better pray you don't meet me. Otherwise, every time I see you, I will kill you!"
Once so fond of Bai Yang, now she hated him with a burning passion. Her disgust toward him ran deep; the thought that she had once liked him was a shameful chapter in her history.
Thinking carefully, Bai Yang really had no outstanding qualities.
Even his Master, who raised him, he could abandon without hesitation. Yet she had expected him to treat her well. It was laughable.
She had been so foolish.
Fortunately, it was over now. There was still time.
"Ye Chuxue…"
Bai Yang spat a mouthful of blood, lying half-weak on the ground, his eyes flashing with ridicule.
"I was blind back then. But do you think you can kill me? I advise you: if you don't want to die, release me quickly!"
He still dared to speak boldly, not fearing death one bit.
Feng Jinchuan, a mighty Divine Transformation cultivator, had been struck dead by heavenly lightning. Could Ye Chuxue really avoid it?
His eyes flickered. If heavenly lightning could kill Ye Chuxue, it would save him the trouble. His thoughts were clear on his face. Ye Chuxue could not see it, but Song Wanníng did.
She curled her lips in amusement, thinking Bai Yang was the biggest joke.
"This brat basked in someone else's favor and thought he was the child of the Heavenly Dao. Holding onto such unrealistic fantasies, it is truly ridiculous."
"Ha, indeed. I think if heavenly lightning struck him twice, he'd behave himself."
The golden little sword chuckled with ill intent, feeling deeply satisfied.
Bai Yang had once taken advantage of Song Wanníng's kindness to recklessly harm his master. Now his luck was running out.
It was tempted to applaud.
"Hmph, whether you live or die is up to me!"
Ye Chuxue ignored Bai Yang's threats and swung her long sword again.
A fierce killing intent swept toward Bai Yang. If this sword struck, he would surely die on the spot.
Yet just as the sword light was about to land, a massive palm suddenly appeared out of thin air, effortlessly shattering the sword light.
A figure appeared between the two—Song Wanníng.
"Ye Chuxue, how dare you lay a hand on my disciple?"
Song Wanníng narrowed her eyes and stepped forward slowly.
Seeing this nightmare-like figure, Ye Chuxue's hand gripping the sword trembled. The murderous intent wrapped her completely.
"Song Wanníng…"
She gritted her teeth, staring hard at the bitch who had forced her into hiding. She wanted nothing more than to tear her apart immediately.
"How is it? Haven't seen me for a while. Miss me?"
Song Wanníng smiled at the corner of her lips, giving Ye Chuxue a once-over.
"I heard you and Gu Qingyuan are involved now? Tsk. Back then you shouted so loudly, but in reality…"
At that time, Ye Chuxue had insisted she shared only a master-disciple relationship with Gu Qingyuan. Now they were in the same bed.
Ye Chuxue's face flushed instantly.
"Song Wanníng, you're just jealous. Jealous that all these men like me, jealous enough to break with me. But what can I do? I'm just more charming. You can't keep anyone; don't blame anyone else."
Pride gleamed in Ye Chuxue's eyes. No matter how beautiful or powerful Song Wanníng was, she was still her defeated subordinate.
"Master, don't listen to her nonsense. She's the one who deceived us…"
Bai Yang clutched his chest, looking at Song Wanníng as if he had found his backbone, his eyes full of delight. But hearing Ye Chuxue's sowing discord, he grew anxious.
"Master, it was all her lies. The junior brothers and I—we were all deceived! Moreover, two junior brothers died because of her, and now she wants to kill me. Please kill her quickly!"
He had barely restored his relationship with his master. He could not tolerate Ye Chuxue's interference and feared being alienated once again.
Only by killing Ye Chuxue—
"Hmph, Bai Yang, you sure know how to shift blame. I still remember how righteous you were back then."
Ye Chuxue's anger deepened. Those problems were their own, yet it was she who got blamed?
What a fantasy!
"You were the one who said Song Wanníng always acted like a Nascent Soul cultivator, aloof and unfriendly. You also said she was selfish, never considering other disciples, always using her power to oppress others…"