"Master, I'm sorry…"
Bai Yang smiled at Song Wanníng, but tears streamed down his face.
"If I die, will you forgive me?"
If there was a next life, he promised he would never hurt Master's heart again.
Never, ever.
Song Wanníng's expression remained cold and unmoved. Her heart for Bai Yang had long since died. She stared at Bai Yang firmly, speaking each word seriously: "No… I won't."
She had no right to forgive for all the people of the Song family.
Nor did she deserve to.
"Heh…"
Bai Yang took a step back, his forced smile finally slipping away. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained was calm acceptance of death. This was what he owed Master, and he could only repay it with his life.
"Master, do it."
He gave Song Wanníng one last, deep look.
"Being your disciple this life was the luckiest thing to happen to me. But next life…
Please don't take us as disciples again…"
They were not worthy.
Song Wanníng paused with her sword raised. If there really was a next life, she would never take these three as disciples again.
Never.
She did not even want to meet them.
Best to never see them again.
For all eternity.
She lifted her long sword, her cold eyes without hesitation, and swung it again.
The memories shared just now were not only to make Bai Yang die understanding everything, but also to settle one last obsession of her own.
She was never the one who needed to repent.
The sword light flashed.
Bai Yang's body was cut cleanly in two.
At the moment he lost consciousness, he strangely felt a sense of relief.
Had he finally repaid Master what he owed?
A faint smile spread at the corner of his lips as he collapsed with a thud, completely unconscious.
Bai Yang was dead.
Killed by Song Wanníng's sword.
The Heavenly Dao did not strike down thunder.
Everything was calm and still.
Just like Song Wanníng's heart, without the slightest ripple.
She turned and waved her hand toward the corpse behind her. In an instant, a burst of flame shot toward Bai Yang. The next moment, his body exploded. Like a brilliant firework, it detonated behind Song Wanníng.
She stepped forward toward Ye Chuxue. Her exquisite face under the colorful fireworks looked like a divine goddess, detached from the world.
Ye Chuxue stared at everything, unable to believe Song Wanníng had truly killed Bai Yang. And even after his death, she reduced his bones to ash, scattering them like fireworks…
She shuddered violently, fearfully looking at Song Wanníng.
"You're insane, you're a lunatic! He was your most beloved disciple!"
Was all the past love just a lie?
Why did Bai Yang go from anger to guilt, even calmly accepting death?
What had really happened?
Ye Chuxue's heart was filled with questions she could not unravel, tormenting her nearly to madness.
"Lunatic?"
Song Wanníng tilted her head with a smile, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped Ye Chuxue hard.
"Ah—"
Ye Chuxue was thrown flying, her body rolling on the ground as a shadow stone tumbled away. Ignoring the pain, she quickly grabbed it, clutching it to her chest.
Then she looked up cautiously at Song Wanníng.
But Song Wanníng's expression was calm, clearly having expected Ye Chuxue to record the evidence of Bai Yang's killing with the stone.
Earlier, she had suffered a loss because of a shadow stone and planned to make Song Wanníng taste the same, but had been found out.
What now?
Panic flickered in Ye Chuxue's eyes, but Song Wanníng remained leisurely.
With a lift of her hand, she drew Ye Chuxue toward her, gripping her neck. Like admiring a toy, she stared at Ye Chuxue with madness mixed with excitement. At that moment, Ye Chuxue felt like the mouse in a cat-and-mouse game, helplessly toyed with. She struggled desperately, but carefully placed the recording stone into her storage ring.
Song Wanníng's eyes glittered with even more interest. "You're more interesting, Ye Chuxue. Don't you think?"
Her other hand slowly rose, gently stroking Ye Chuxue's cheek. Like admiring a work of art, her focused gaze froze Ye Chuxue, as if her lifeline was being squeezed, forbidding any movement.
Her look of fear deepened. Not from power, but from something indescribable in Song Wanníng's eyes that sent chills down her spine.
"Song Wanníng, what do you want? If you have the guts, kill me. But you'll never have Master's heart in this lifetime!" Her voice was loud and fierce, but inside she was terrified, trying to bluff her way through.
"Tsk, even now you're still thinking about love and romance?"
Song Wanníng raised her brow.
Ye Chuxue was even more obsessed than in her past life.
At least after turning into a demon, she had stopped caring about love, focusing only on revenge.
But now Ye Chuxue was still obsessed with Gu Qingyuan.
So they really were true love!
"Tell me, what does the Heavenly Dao see in you?"
Song Wanníng scanned Ye Chuxue up and down, baffled why the Heavenly Dao had chosen her as the heroine.
There were countless outstanding cultivators in the world. Why her?
What made her so special?
"Because of your love, Bai Yang rose with you, becoming the male lead with great Luck. The Heavenly Dao really isn't fair!"
She whispered quietly, seemingly unconscious but deliberately letting Ye Chuxue hear.
Like Bai Yang, sometimes knowing your uniqueness only leads to blind arrogance and disaster. Now she was making sure Ye Chuxue knew her identity, so she understood the Heavenly Dao was her backing.
When the heavens want someone dead, they first make them arrogant.
Isn't that right?
Song Wanníng's eyes darkened, her words weighing heavily on Ye Chuxue.
Song Wanníng knew her identity?
What exactly was she? And what did she know?
Cold light flashed in Ye Chuxue's eyes, but also a trace of pride and secret joy.
"Song Wanníng, since you know, then you should accept fate! No matter how hard you try, you will always be making my wedding dress! This world is destined to be my territory. When I ascend, poisonous villains like you will only have death and destruction!"
She laughed loudly, venting long-held frustration and irritation.
Her wild laughter made Song Wanníng's smile fade.
Song Wanníng's gaze darkened as she looked at Ye Chuxue, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped her on the head.
"I can't kill you, but that doesn't mean you're useless!"
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Author note:
Bai Yang has finally logged off!
For Sister Song, the betrayal and hurt from "her son" were far greater than from men.
Compared to Gu Qingyuan, the person she hated most was Bai Yang.
She had given too much, suffered too much.
Big hugs for Sister Song!!