After Infusing Love Poison to the Cold Sword Sovereign - Chapter 35.1

The moment she saw the other person’s face, Wu Ruo’s first instinct was to shake off Luo Qingyi’s hand.

Unfortunately, her body wasn’t under the control of this wandering ghost that had inexplicably taken over. Her movement was merely a slight twitch of her palm, still firmly held in the woman’s grasp.

“I don’t feel well.” The body she inhabited spoke, as if reacting to some stimulus, slowly crouching down while clutching its chest, biting its lower lip hard.

Whose body was she in? What was her identity here? Why did everything feel so familiar? Why did her heart suddenly ache so violently upon seeing the four characters “Zhiyuan Immortal Sect”?

Luo Qingyi, noticing her crouching, asked with concern, “Ah Ruo, what’s wrong?”

Ah Ruo. That was her. This was her.

If she wasn’t mistaken Jiang Qingbei’s wish world had already collapsed, and the cruel truth would emerge after the beautiful illusion. In other words, this must be something that had truly happened to her in the past.

If someone made a wish, it would inevitably be based on everything familiar to them, altering it in a way that favored themselves. In his wish, Jiang Qingbei mentioned Luo Qingyi falling off a cliff, being rescued by the Miaojiang Saintess Wu Ruo, and then returning alone with her cultivation intact. Therefore, what Jiang Qingbei didn’t want to happen was…

Her existence.

The young girl dressed in Miao attire had a pale face, exhausted as she crouched on the ground. Then, Luo Qingyi carefully helped her back into the carriage. After resting, the two stood up again, leaning against each other.

There seemed to be, the sound of wind in her ears. This wasn’t something she had heard back then, but rather her current perception of the outside world. She now possessed Dao bones, granting her a powerful spiritual sensitivity to cultivation.

Sure enough, a furious roar exploded in the air: “Who are you?”

The voice burned with rage, carrying intense hatred and disgust, yet its tone was one she knew all too well someone she might even consider a friend in her heart.

Jiang Qingbei frowned, his delicate brows nearly twisting into knots. He drew his sword, its blade humming sharply as he struck without hesitation. The sword grazed past her head, scattering severed strands of hair and silver ornaments cut down by the powerful gust.

“Daring to bewitch my senior sister? Get lost!”

Wu Ruo watched him. She could feel that her past self had been terrified, standing dumbfounded in place, barely escaping harm only because of Luo Qingyi’s intervention. Yet, her face bore a bloody scratch from the sword’s aura, and her sleeve was torn by the blade’s sharp wind. The girl, who had arrived at the immortal sect full of anticipation with her beloved, hadn’t even stepped through the gates before suffering such a calamity.

It hurt so much so much that she wanted to cry. But in front of Luo Qingyi, she didn’t dare. She was afraid of putting her in an awkward position, afraid that her arrival would ruin Luo Qingyi’s future.

Was this really her past self?

So pitiful.

The bitterness and resentment fermented in her soul, even affecting Wu Ruo as a mere observer. Her heart was a tumult of emotions as she coldly watched her past self surrounded by hostile gazes.

Jiang Qingbei threw down her sword, standing face to face with Luo Qingyi. The former was loudly airing her grievances, vehemently accusing the latter of unfair treatment, only to suddenly clutch the discarded sword the next second, her voice shrill and piercing: “Senior Sister, how has your cultivation fallen to the Soul Separation stage?!”

The sound was so sharp it seemed to pierce the heavens, reaching deep into everyone’s hearts, almost shattering their eardrums. Wu Ruo found it particularly unbearable, grimacing as she looked around at the crowd, only to realize they seemed unaffected, as if they couldn’t hear it at all.

Around Jiang Qingbei, thick black mist swirled, what was this?

“Impossible! You practice the Path of Heartlessness, yet you’ve fallen for someone. It was her who ruined you. Damn it!”

So that was it.

This explained why there was a second segment in Jiang Qingbei’s beautiful dream. Because Wu Ruo had formed a Daoist partnership with Luo Qingyi, causing the latter, who cultivated the Path of Heartlessness, to suffer a drop in her cultivation realm. Judging by how Luo Qingyi didn’t even lift a finger to retaliate, the backlash from the Great Dao must have been especially severe.

No wonder Jiang Qingbei harbored such deep resentment over this, even wishing for everything to start anew in her prayers.

So, this was what had happened in her past.

“So it was her who harmed Senior Sister.”

“That attire is from Miaojiang, isn’t it? Is she a demonic cultivator? How could she possibly deserve Senior Sister’s affection??”

“Tch, even demonic cultivators dare to set foot in our immortal sect? Peak Master Luo still protects her seems to me she’s just digging her own grave, waiting to be judged on the Demon Execution Platform.”

Wu Ruo stared unblinkingly at the scene before her. The disciples of Zhiyuan Immortal Sect had formed a circle, glaring at her with fury in their eyes. If looks could kill, she would have been flayed and dismembered several times over.

This was excessively cruel.

Her intuition told her it wasn’t over yet.

She waited quietly for this scene to conclude, and sure enough, a new scene unfolded before her eyes like a continuous projection.

What greeted her was Jiang Qingbei and a male cultivator apparently surnamed Chen, who had a shifty-eyed appearance, whispering something into Jiang Qingbei’s ear.

After listening, Jiang Qingbei frowned again and strode arrogantly up to Wu Ruo: “Senior Sister has gone to the Three Thousand Minor Worlds! There’s no one left here to protect you now, hmph! Tell me, what kind of bewitching potion did you give her?!”

“……”

“You shameless wretch! No one in Zhiyuan Immortal Sect welcomes you, yet you cling to Senior Sister like a leech. Don’t you realize your very existence is destroying her? You’ve already caused her cultivation to drop an entire realm isn’t that enough? Do you want to see her fall even further?”

“……”

As Jiang Qingbei grew increasingly agitated, that Senior Brother Chen suddenly interjected, “Junior Sister Jiang, ahem.”

Jiang Qingbei shot him an impatient glare, ignoring him, and instead tossed a Qiankun pouch from her sleeve. “Since you gave me things before, I won’t make things too hard for you. This pouch contains the sect’s mountain-exit talisman and passage permit. Consider it my magnanimity to throw in some basic spirit stones as travel expenses. Get lost already, and don’t stay here to offend my eyes!”

The pouch hit the ground with a heavy thud, indicating its vast interior was filled to the brim, no small fortune. Jiang Qingbei swaggered off, as if certain Wu Ruo wouldn’t refuse, not even bothering to acknowledge Senior Brother Chen as she left in smug triumph.

Once, Wu Ruo could only keep her head bowed low, weighed down by guilt and sharp insults, unable to even lift her face. But now, as she observed Senior Brother Chen beside her, she noticed something amiss.

Unlike Jiang Qingbei, who had hurled insults before leaving, this Chen fellow didn’t walk away. Instead, he pulled a sleight of hand picking up the Qiankun pouch from the ground, swiftly tucking it into his sleeve, and replacing it with a withered little bag before handing it to her, saying, “Take it. It’s still a kindness from Junior Sister Jiang.”

The girl sitting on the ground accepted it in a daze, murmuring a thank you without realizing her belongings had been swapped.

Wu Ruo saw it all, her heart burning with urgency.

Faced with the young mistress’s relentless accusations, she could barely contain her emotions. But she was merely an onlooker now, just as she had once been silently sitting on the ground, slowly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The scenes that followed were chaotic and fragmented, most featuring Jiang Qingbei likely because they stemmed from Jiang Qingbei’s dreams, inevitably dominated by the dreamer’s perspective.

She was bullied. But Luo Qingyi was in a minor realm, too preoccupied to notice or even know.

She was bullied again. Luo Qingyi remained in the minor realm, cultivating, never returning.

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