After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 39.1

Ye Wuxin was escorted, bound like a zongzi with only her head able to move, glaring at her with eyes full of hatred and malice, as if she would pounce and bite her to death the next moment.

However, her “teeth” had long been completely “pulled.” She had no capability, and no opportunity, to break free from this restraint.

This scene was quite a sight for sighs. The person who was almost suppressed here and lived shamefully like a zongzi decades ago, had now, in just one night, been completely overrun, even occupying the former victor’s lair.

Ran Fanyin’s mood brightened slightly. She walked slowly, stopped in front of Ye Wuxin, and said softly, “How does it feel, Great, former Fiend King?”

“This question should have been asked by Mianmian, but this Sovereign doesn’t want her little cat to face anyone from your Lingyuan Abyss again.”

Ye Wuxin’s mouth was full of blood. She sneered, “But you still came.”

“Whether we came or not would not change the reality of your inevitable defeat, but it would change your stance. Compared to the Human Clan, you’d rather lean towards the Demon Clan, wouldn’t you?”

Ye Wuxin stopped looking at her, turning instead to Rong Yuan, who was standing not far away, and screamed, “Rong Yuan, don’t you value the Fiend Clan the most? Hahaha, the person you favored is about to sell out her ancestors for glory!”

Rong Yuan turned her head silently as if she hadn’t heard anything. Ye Wuxin was about to say more, but a cool hand forcefully turned her chin back, gripping it tightly. Ran Fanyin leaned closer and whispered, “If this Sovereign came today, it’s not impossible to help you.”

Ye Wuxin was stunned, not yet grasping the meaning of the person’s words, when she heard her continue, “After all, this Sovereign and Ye Wuchen are only in a relationship of mutual utilization. If…”

The remaining words were concealed in the silence. The woman even slightly raised an eyebrow, adding a degree of credibility to her words.

The desire for power had likely completely addled Ye Wuxin’s brain, or perhaps she was inherently foolish. She agreed without thinking, “Tell me your conditions.”

Rong Yuan, who was waiting on the side, could not bear it any longer. She stepped forward, kicked Ye Wuxin away, and said coldly, “The independence and self-reliance of the Lingyuan Abyss Fiend Clan cannot be interfered with by outsiders. Let’s assume the words just spoken were a joke.”

She could cooperate with the Human Clan and communicate with the Demon Clan, but the essence of it was all for the self-development of the Lingyuan Abyss. If the person in front of her truly had designs on the Fiend Clan, she would risk death to drag this person to the Yellow Springs with her.

In any case, her old crow life had already been long enough.

However, the rebirth of the Lingyuan Abyss had just begun. It was laughable that she had actually believed Ye Wuxin’s nonsense back then, tacitly accepting her rebellion to ensure the legitimacy of the descendants’ bloodline. Looking at it now…

In any case, since Ye Wuchen had ascended the throne and Luo Sheng could not return to the Lingyuan Abyss, the matter of bloodline succession would have to be addressed sooner or later. To take a step back, Ye Wuchen had an eternal lifespan, which was better than watching the Lingyuan Abyss completely head towards destruction.

If only the one who established the Lingyuan Abyss back then had passed down the Fox God’s bloodline, how great that would have been. She could have supported that person to inherit the great line, instead of having to choose between the lesser of two evils like she did now.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuan sighed heavily in her heart. The gaze she cast on Ran Fanyin, who had just spoken so nonchalantly, was icy and held a hint of ruthlessness.

Ran Fanyin straightened her back, giving a cold smile, and said, “Elder Rong should be thanking this Sovereign for helping you ascertain the vicious heart of this former Emperor.”

“When Elder He Lan returns to the Lingyuan Abyss, she will regard it as the Fiend Clan…”

“No need.” A clear female voice cut into the conversation, interrupting Rong Yuan’s words. “This Sovereign doesn’t need any recognition from the Lingyuan Abyss. This Sovereign is a faction in herself and doesn’t need to rely on anyone.”

The lovely person rarely wore a cold expression. She hooked Ran Fanyin’s arm again, “The Lingyuan Abyss had better handle its own affairs. Senior Sister, shall we go?”

Just then, Ye Wuchen finished arranging outside affairs and entered the main hall. Hearing this, she courteously bowed, “I thank the two Elders for coming to assist this King in dealing with this matter. Since you are leaving, let Grand Elder Rong escort the two of you out of the Abyss. Consider it a token of this King’s sincerity.”

The two cold gazes met unexpectedly. After a few seconds of silence, Ran Fanyin forced a smile, which held a degree of coldness, “Then we shall respectfully comply.”

She was smiling, but her heart was full of coldness.

She had truly been severely outmaneuvered, rushing here to act as an excellent knife, eh?

Since the Fiend Clan was like this, it was imaginable how difficult the negotiations with the Demon Clan would be in the future. This was a preemptive warning for her.

The hand hooking her arm also tightened slightly. She realized almost simultaneously that the purpose of Ye Wuchen’s arrangement was to temporarily transfer Rong Yuan away using their names, allowing other, more crucial personnel to step up…

After all, no one could accept a subject who had rebelled twice. But she was wholeheartedly devoted to the Lingyuan Abyss, making it impossible to criticize her. She could only borrow a knife to kill, and the two of them were that knife—a knife with a righteous cause.

He Lan Mianmian softly called out, “Senior Sister, let’s go.”

Ran Fanyin no longer wanted to delve into the details. Since they chose to cooperate, as long as the gains and losses were within a controllable range, mutual utilization to maximize benefits was not strange.

However, just as she walked out of the palace area, she suddenly felt a moment of suffocation. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of large hands, attempting to tear open her entire heart from the apex, and wanting to directly rip apart her whole body.

Her spiritual energy actually split into two paths, as if trying to tear apart her heart meridian.

The woman staggered. The good color she had managed to regain recently instantly vanished without a trace. Leaning against He Lan Mianmian, she nearly collapsed completely. All her strength was gone. The pain in that instant caused her to subconsciously open her mouth, but she couldn’t make a sound. All that remained was annoying ringing in her ears, and a single thought in her heart—

Something has happened to Ning’er.

When there were premonitions of trouble in the past, she would only feel palpitations, never like today—as if she was about to be torn apart, or as if a heavy weight was pressed on her heart, beating laboriously, barely fluttering.

This was not just trouble; it was major trouble that could even threaten life!

Ran Fanyin composed herself, forcing her dizzy brain to spin rapidly.

It wasn’t until the ringing in her ears gradually faded that she heard her cat’s anxious, repeated calls. Ran Fanyin recovered some strength, looked at her, and shook her head, saying, “I can’t leave. Quickly have Ye Wuchen send someone to the entrance to the Abyss near the East Sea to pick up people.”

Ye Wuchen had rushed out moments ago. Hearing this, she said, “The entrance near the East Sea is still controlled by Ye Wuxin’s people. We haven’t taken it yet. This…”

Ran Fanyin, despite her extreme weakness, still stared coldly at her and said sharply, “They went to the Outer Sea Heaven and Earth. If you don’t go, your daughter will also die.”

Ye Wuchen clenched her back teeth and said, “This King will send people over right away.”

Outer Sea Heaven and Earth Wind Island

As if to further humiliate Ning Xiujie, Ning Yuanyue did not set the family challenge venue at the official martial arts ground, but casually marked out a square area in the open space outside the prison. The clashing of weapons was clearly audible in the pavilion, and even the groans of pain from the people on the field could be heard distinctly.

The person restrained in the pavilion by the black iron had already turned blood-red eyes, muttering counts—counting the number of times, counting the number of wounds she heard—her hands tightly gripping the chains. Ning Leyan was locked and thrown beside her, leaning against her.

But she was still weak and powerless. The spiritual energy that was slowly returning only barely lubricated her meridians. Even if she could break free from these steel cables now, she could not defeat anyone standing outside the prison.

Ning Xiujie tightly gripped the chains, biting her lower lip hard. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, yet she could not make a sound.

Even the slightest sound could bring unimaginable challenges to the child outside.

“Little Aunt,” Ning Leyan suddenly spoke, “Why does the Family Head hate you and Cousin so much?”

Ning Xiujie returned to her senses. Only then did she realize that her hands were already covered in seeping wounds. The person asking the question was not unaware of the answer, but was distressed that she had injured herself to such an extent, using the question to call her back to reality.

It also brought her back to some unpleasant memories.

【Master, please don’t leave…】

【Master, please don’t abandon me.】

【Master… I only have you now…】

【They all don’t want me. Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, none of them want me… Only Mom wants me, but Mom said I have to become the person Mom wants, so she hasn’t lost to Dad. I have to…】

【If it’s in a dream, it should be fine…】

【Master… Master…】

【Master is a fairy from the Nine Heavens, the only grace in a life full of misfortunes. I mustn’t…】

【Being her disciple is enough. I wouldn’t dare…】

Very well. This chattering person is indeed still that Ning Songwu, no substitutions. ﹌

Ran Fanyin suppressed a smile, activating a wisp of her divine sense left on the red string. After briefly explaining the current situation, Ning Songwu quickly calmed down and actively transmitted her voice through the jade pendant, cautiously asking, “Master, how long have I been in seclusion? I shouldn’t have… caused a snow disaster, right?”

The last time, half the peak was frozen, costing her a large portion of her private savings, which pained her terribly. If she buried the entire peak this time, then truly…

She wouldn’t have to consider going down the mountain to play with Luo Sheng and the others for the next few years.

Ran Fanyin was distracted, listening to He Lan speak. Although she heard her disciple’s question, she deliberately remained silent, listening to the little fellow’s scattered and fantastical thoughts, trembling in her heart:

Ran Fanyin tapped the jade pendant, replying with a gentle, warm smile, “No, you haven’t.”

“That’s good. Master, I’ll come find you!”

Ran Fanyin slightly raised an eyebrow, then remembered that the jade pendant couldn’t transmit facial expressions. She replied with surprise, “Now? Not taking a rest?”

She looked at Jiang Mang, who was unstoppable on the stage, and slightly narrowed her eyes.

It was good that she was coming now. She could catch one of Jiang Mang’s battles, which she could learn something from.

On the other end of the jade pendant, Ning Songwu’s voice held an undeniable excitement. She said happily, “No, I’m coming now. Are you on the main peak?”

After transmitting a few more messages to her Master, Ning Songwu put away the transmission jade pendant, ran her hand through her hair, and was extremely excited.

During her time in seclusion, she refined the ice stones and practiced swordsmanship with the woman in green, day and night. Gradually, she understood why the woman never admitted her relationship with Great Elder Ning—there was no trace of Shangyun Sect’s style in her swordsmanship routine, nor was there any trace of Ran Fanyin’s. If it truly was a mechanism left by Great Elder Ning…

It wouldn’t have used a completely unfamiliar set of sword techniques.

Not only were the sword moves unfamiliar, but the style of the moves was also extremely foreign.

Shangyun Sect’s swordsmanship was heavy like stone, with every step firm and steady. What Ran Fanyin studied was firmness within softness, a combination of thick and thin, yet extremely reserved. As for the manual left by the Sword Immortal, Ning Songwu had only seen it but hadn’t learned it, but the style was also very steady and reserved.

However, the set the woman taught her was flamboyant, unrestrained, and extremely agile. The person who left the manual must have been very skilled at combining spiritual energy techniques with sword moves. Sword moves left traces of the techniques in their wake, which was very different from her usual combat style.

Amidst her surprise, there was also a touch of regret.

This suggested that the traces of Great Elder Ning left in the world seemed to have truly vanished completely.

Thinking of that last fleeting green figure, Ning Songwu only felt her eyes sting, but now was not the time to cry. Since she knew who the enemy was, she needed to work even harder.

This effort was no longer just for the private feelings in her heart, but also for the figure who could abandon private feelings for the sake of the world.

That figure, who carried deep regret until death.

When she was too exhausted to rest for a moment, the woman stood beside her with her hands behind her back and said in a deep voice, “You must thoroughly integrate and merge these various sword moves, waiting for the right moment. Only then can you comprehend the Sword Intent.”

Ning Songwu grinned, looking at the person through the mist, “Let’s negotiate. If I can comprehend the Sword Intent, you’ll disperse the mist and let me see what you look like, okay?”

The hand the woman was using to roll up her sleeve stiffened in place. She just chuckled, whispering, “You will see. You will.”

“Really? Then I’ll continue.”

“Yes, if you’re rested, then continue.”

She stayed in the special space where the flow of time was imperceptible for a long time. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a vast whiteness. Her first reaction was not that winter had arrived, but rather, Did I accidentally sit here until the Ice Age arrived?!

Wait, does the cultivation world have an Ice Age?

That wasn’t important. What was important was that there really wasn’t a single person on this peak right now!

What should she do now? The peak was a blanket of snow as far as the eye could see. Where should she go to find Master?

Where’s Xiao Wu? Why can’t I hear Xiao Wu’s voice even though I’ve been awake for so long?

She remembered cultivating in the courtyard. How did it all turn into a large flat field?

It can’t be… right…

Before she could scare herself to death, the red string on her wrist flickered twice. A warmth brought a sense of security, followed by a few simple words transmitted by Ran Fanyin using her divine sense.

Only then did she remember that the transmission jade pendant should still be on her, and she quickly contacted Master.

Ning Songwu let go of her hair, one hand behind her back. Although the snow beneath her feet was soft, with a single step, her now much lighter body leaped out of the snow, stepping lightly on the floating snow, only sinking slightly.

Sister Qing—the name she used after getting permission from that strange woman—said before she left that her body would undergo certain changes after this integration, some obvious and some not. The obvious one might be her hair, and the unobvious ones were her much lighter body and her significantly enhanced perception of her surroundings.

She spread her hands. She felt like a snowflake, lightly melting into the air. Her fingertips could feel the traces of air flow. The breeze seemed to want to carry her away.

At that time, Sister Qing said, “This is, after all, a fragment of a spiritual formation that is naturally extremely cold. The extreme cold is beneficial to your spiritual root and spiritual energy, but the spiritual wisdom contained within will also have a certain effect on your body. You will become a Pseudo-Formation Spirit.”

Ning Songwu was stunned and asked doubtfully, “What?”