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After proudly leaving the competition arena, I made my way back to my quiet chamber. Inside, the incense burner released wisps of blue smoke, filling the room with a faint, calming fragrance that floated like gentle clouds. I approached the window and gently pushed it open; a soft breeze swept through, tousling my hair. Outside, the blooming spirit flowers caught my gaze, and my thoughts raced like wild horses, galloping freely.
The malicious rumors spread by You Ying had quickly proliferated within the Immortal sect like a plague. I overheard a few passing disciples whispering in a corner, discussing my impure lineage with disdain and contempt. Their sharp words pierced my heart like venomous thorns. I let out a cold laugh, thinking to myself: You Ying, do you really believe such despicable tactics can bring me down? You are truly naive.
In the days that followed, I secluded myself, shutting my door tight and refusing unnecessary visitors. On the surface, I pretended to be deeply hurt by the slander, moping around in sorrow; but secretly, I was like a keen-eyed hawk, quietly gathering solid evidence of You Ying's collusion with Mo Xiu. I dispatched my most capable spies to closely monitor You Ying's every move; no subtle shift in the air could escape my notice.
"You Ying, you truly conspire with Mo Xiu!" Finally, armed with irrefutable proof, I spoke coldly, my eyes glinting with icy murderous intent. You Ying merely sneered in response, his laughter echoing like a haunting owl's call—chilling and unapologetic for his misdeeds. "Ling Yao, do you think you can turn your fate around? The blood of lowly mortals flows through your veins; you are not a true immortal!" At that moment, Mo Xiu stepped forward beside him, letting out a spine-chilling laugh. "Ling Yao, your time is up!" He opened his gaping maw, revealing sharp fangs as he lunged toward me.
I stood unafraid, like a brave warrior charging forward without hesitation. My hands swiftly formed seals as the Immortal Secret Technique activated instantly; spiritual energy surged within me like a roaring tide. Each move I made carried the power to reshape the world itself. Though Mo Xiu was formidable and filled with dark magic, under my relentless assault, he gradually revealed his vulnerabilities and began to falter after just a few exchanges.
Seeing the tide turn against him, You Ying's face paled to a ghostly white as fear flickered in his eyes. He attempted to flee like a startled rabbit. However, how could I let him escape so easily? In an instant, I flashed forward like a specter and blocked his path. "You Ying, you cannot escape!" I sneered as I gathered an ethereal sword aura glowing with deep purple light in my hand—like an unparalleled treasure sword ready to strike.
You Ying trembled in terror, his face ashen. "Ling Yao... you... you cannot kill me!" His eyes widened in horror as his voice quivered like leaves in the wind. With another cold laugh, I unhesitatingly unleashed the sword aura from my hand. The purple energy shot forth like lightning splitting the night sky—swift and unstoppable—directly toward You Ying. He let out a wretched scream that echoed through the heavens as he was struck by the sword aura and fell heavily to the ground like a kite severed from its string.
Mo Xiu's face turned pale upon seeing You Ying injured; he rushed forward to help him up before transforming into black smoke and fleeing from Immortal sect at high speed. I did not pursue them because I knew that the injury You Ying sustained today would serve as a profound lesson for him—a reminder of what happens when one opposes me.
After hearing about this incident, Jun Lin hurried to my chamber. He stood at the door hesitantly as if rooted to the spot. After a moment of courage gathering within him, he stepped inside. "Ling Yao," he called softly, concern and guilt lacing his tone. I slowly lifted my head to meet his gaze with eyes as cold as frost. "Jun Lin, is there something you want?"
Jun Lin approached me with an expression tangled like a mess of threads. "Ling Yao, I know you're still upset with me; but... I hope you believe me—I... I wasn't swayed by You Ying." His eyes were filled with sincerity, yet I found it hard to trust him again.
I let out a cold laugh and ruthlessly exposed his facade: "Jun Lin, even now you still play your part? Do you think I'll believe your lies again? Once upon a time, I considered you my most trusted ally; yet when I needed you most, you stood by You Ying's side instead. Your actions have deeply hurt me; our bond is now shattered like broken glass—irreparable."
Jun Lin's expression changed as he opened his mouth to explain but was cut off by my relentless dismissal. "Leave; I don't want to see you anymore." Coldly turning away from him, I refused to look back. Jun Lin stood there for what felt like an eternity—silent as a statue—before slowly turning around and dragging his heavy footsteps out of my chamber. His silhouette appeared so desolate and lonely as if he had lost everything.
With Jun Lin's departure, silence returned to the chamber. Alone at the window once more, I gazed outside at the darkening sky while countless thoughts swirled within me. The Grand Compendium of Immortal Arts was approaching; I knew that an even greater storm was brewing quietly—like oppressive clouds before a tempest. And I was fully prepared—like a warrior ready for battle—undaunted and poised to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Clenching my fists tightly, determination filled my gaze as if declaring to the world: no matter how many hardships await me on this path ahead, I will never retreat.
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