Mo Yuan did not attack Ye Chuxue either. He followed at a steady pace behind her.
Since the Senior had not spoken, he dared not act rashly. All he could do was keep a close but safe distance, making sure Ye Chuxue did not escape.
Soon, Song Wanníng appeared between the two of them.
Ye Chuxue gritted her teeth and scrambled to her feet, but seeing only Song Wanníng, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Master… what happened to Master…
"You, what did you do to Master?"
Watching Song Wanníng close in, Ye Chuxue knew she couldn't run anymore. She gave up and stopped.
She stared at Song Wanníng in disbelief, unwilling to accept that Master had already fallen.
"He is your Senior Brother. Aren't you afraid that the Ancestor will blame you for this?"
Mo Yuan had also noticed the bloodstains on Song Wanníng and knew Gu Qingyuan had been dealt with. His mind grew even more complicated.
He didn't know how to face Song Wanníng.
He hated her deceit, but at the same time, he was trapped in it and unwilling to break free.
It was infuriating.
He awkwardly stood aside, unsure of what to do next.
Song Wanníng paid him no mind and stepped forward.
"I am cleansing the sect's reputation on behalf of Master. How could I be blamed for that? After all, Gu Qingyuan shamelessly tangled with his own disciple. If the Ancestor hears about that… it would be embarrassing."
She let out a light laugh, pure disdain written plainly in her eyes.
That lofty gaze stabbed sharply at Ye Chuxue's sensitive nerves.
"Song Wanníng, you're just jealous. Stop pretending."
Ye Chuxue glared fiercely, no longer afraid since escape was impossible.
Even if she died, she would never let Song Wanníng feel happy.
"You don't know this, but when Master was drunk with love, he always called me 'Xue Xue'…"
From beginning to end, he never liked you. In his heart, you are a vicious shrew, jealous and hot-tempered, completely lacking charm! The one he loves most has always been me!"
She spoke as if she had won some sort of victory. It seemed that was the only thing where she could surpass Song Wanníng.
But the reaction she wanted never came. Song Wanníng showed no anger or frustration. Instead, there was a faint smile in her eyes as she quietly watched.
As if she was watching a joke.
That look silenced Ye Chuxue completely.
"You… you…"
Why didn't this tactic work on Song Wanníng?
She recalled that in the past, just a few words could rile Song Wanníng into a fury.
"Finished?"
Song Wanníng raised an eyebrow, giving a half-smile while glancing toward the horizon.
"Tch, so this is the one you carefully chose…"
Just as she spoke, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the once-clear sky, rushing toward them overhead.
Ye Chuxue and Mo Yuan looked up, sensing a fierce anger descending from above.
The pressure nearly took their breath away.
But Song Wanníng remained calm and collected, her indifferent gaze sweeping over Ye Chuxue.
"Even facing death, your mind is still filled with love and lust… tch."
Truthfully, Ye Chuxue's obsession with love was even worse than in her past life.
True reliance lies only in strength.
Failing to see this truth, one's fate is doomed to be tragic.
The dark clouds thickened, blotting out the bright sky.
The wind and rain were about to fall, and nearby demonic creatures sensed something wrong and fled.
Mo Yuan's expression grew serious, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
He opened his mouth to warn Song Wanníng, but no sound came out.
In the end, he pressed his lips tight and clenched his fists, looking at Song Wanníng.
The Senior seemed completely unsurprised by the situation. Surely she would not flee…
What about himself?
Now was the best time to run.
After the Senior handled Ye Chuxue, he would be next.
He lifted his foot but could not bring himself to move.
He sighed helplessly.
He just couldn't let go of the Senior.
Even though he had been used, he still clung desperately.
What a pathetic fool he was.
Mo Yuan gave a bitter smile.
Then his expression slowly hardened.
"Song Wanníng, what good is your stubbornness? You can't kill me. You can't kill me!"
Ye Chuxue's eyes showed madness. Her voice rose with hysteria.
"Did you see that? If you dare lay a finger on me, the Heavenly thunder will strike you down!
I am the heroine of this world. You are just a discarded, vicious supporting villain!
You are destined to be my stepping stone, trampled underfoot your whole life!
You, you all, even your Song family, will be my stepping stones! Hahaha…"
Ye Chuxue laughed wildly, her hair flying with her frenzy.
A surge of demonic energy rapidly rose in her eyes, as if her heart had been consumed by a dark madness.
All her evil thoughts burst forth without restraint.
Song Wanníng's expression remained calm but her killing intent grew thick, an overwhelming battle spirit pointed at the sky. Her longsword appeared in hand. A slight smile curved her lips as the sword tip aimed at Ye Chuxue.
"A mere sneaky intruder as the heroine? Hah, ridiculous."
She swung her sword straight at Ye Chuxue without holding back. Chaotic energy spread in a wide arc, fiercely crashing toward Ye Chuxue. In the blink of an eye, Ye Chuxue was struck and sent flying backward. At the same moment, Heavenly thunder crashed down.
The familiar Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!
Song Wanníng looked up sharply, battle intent raging.
She swung her sword again.
Suddenly, a figure dashed forward, charging straight at the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder above.
Along with a shout: "Senior, watch out!"
Song Wanníng was shocked. She immediately withdrew her sword, knowing that one blow could have sent Mo Yuan straight to hell.
At the same time, she reached out and pulled Mo Yuan into her arms, leaping aside.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell but only partially hit them since they moved in time.
Still, Mo Yuan was nearly knocked unconscious, his energy rapidly draining.
Song Wanníng's eyes sharpened. She pulled out a pill, stuffing it into his mouth, then quickly tossed him far away.
She was surprised that Mo Yuan was willing to block thunder for her after learning the truth.
Her expression turned much graver.
The second thunder strike fell, crashing fiercely toward her.
"Hahaha—Song Wanníng, you… you deserve to die…"
Ye Chuxue was beaten down on the ground, unable to even crawl.
Gasping blood, she still raged.
"You… you are nothing but a man-dependent whore, pretending to be… pure…"
Her eyes burned with jealousy and madness.
In two lifetimes, she hated those born in Rome more than anything.
Why?
Why do they have everything from birth?