After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 44.2

“Help me up.” Ran Fanyin was startled by her own voice, which had somehow become hoarse and carried a certain soft, alluring charm, completely devoid of the dignity of a teacher.

But Ning Songwu was at least obedient at this moment. She genuinely leaned over, wrapped an arm around her waist, and helped her to sit up, leaning against herself.

She even sounded a little wronged, gently biting Ran Fanyin’s ear. “This disciple merely wanted two words from Master.”

She was incredibly patient, her finger resting by the stream’s edge, waiting for those two words.

What’s the point of reading it?

Ran Fanyin was about to speak when the girl reminded her, “Look at the paper and read it out.”

“Ning’er…” Ran Fanyin was genuinely a little aggrieved. Yet the girl, who was red all over, tilted her head. “I’m here, Master.”

She seemed to be fully prepared to continue this teasing until she got her way.

The woman resignedly unfolded the paper. However, at this moment, the wind and waves suddenly intensified, and the boat pitched violently for an instant. The momentary stimulation instantly ignited Ran Fanyin’s mind. She subconsciously bit the shoulder in front of her, and the mist in her eyes overflowed, dripping onto Ning Songwu’s shoulder and splashing a warm patch.

Another gust of wind swept over, and the waves rolled up and down. The woman nearly fell back onto the boat. Fortunately, Ning Songwu wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly against herself. It wasn’t until a great wave rolled by, and water seeped through the cracks and drenched the cabin, that Ning Songwu hugged the woman tightly and, between their ragged breaths, managed to force out a sentence.

“Master, I’m afraid we’ll have to change boats later.”

“We’re soaked.”

The person whose consciousness was hazy heard this and also turned her head to bite the clean shoulder. But with her lack of strength, the bite was more like a show of affection, becoming the key that unlocked the next round of frenzy.

The disciple’s nagging circled in Ran Fanyin’s head like non-stop chanting. She forced herself to walk a few steps with difficulty but couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Forget it, I’ll buy them.

And so, Ning Songwu presented her long-desired osmanthus cake, which was fresh out of the oven and still emitting wisps of heat amidst the cool rain. She flipped through the cakes, picked a soft one, and went to take it, but the heat made her instinctively pull back her hand and touch her ear, only to foolishly reach for it again.

Ran Fanyin chuckled at her. “Aren’t you silly? It’s so hot. Eat it later.”

The next moment, the soft cake, which was still steaming slightly, was held up in front of her.

She turned her head to look. The girl, who had been smiling mischievously, instantly looked incredibly wronged the moment their eyes met. She blinked and said, “Master, the first bite of anything good must be offered to Master, right?”

The woman couldn’t help but inwardly scoff.

How could someone with a Fire Spirit Root be afraid of heat? But the person who hadn’t had time to adjust her temperature might be.

Ran Fanyin bit the soft cake, but before the other person could react, she turned her head and pressed her lips against the girl’s, forcing her to bite off the cake together.

[What is happening? How did it change like this in just a moment?]

[Is she this weak? How is that possible…]

[My heart… is beating so fast…]

[My head… is so heavy…]

[Next time before doing this, I won’t drink wine…]

[It doesn’t seem to be my heartbeat; it’s Master’s…]

[Master… is too nervous… relax a little… you’re going to suffocate…]

[Master just finished setting up the barrier; she can rest well for a while. I will remain still.]

Luo Sheng was grinding her teeth in anger, her seven tails faintly visible behind her, wanting to completely unleash the power in her body.

If she completely unleashed this power, even if she couldn’t kill him, couldn’t she at least wear him down?!

Shameless family members, utterly shameless!

Liu Ruoying held her hand, gently pulling her back, soothing her fluctuating emotions. She asked softly, “What exactly do you want, Your Excellency?”

“I merely wish to take my younger sister away. The few young heroes here can certainly leave my Four Islands territory completely unharmed.”

“Is that the truth?”

Ning Yuanlie nodded with a smile.

A forceful attack was not the best choice right now. Moreover, the person with the strongest fighting power among them had fallen into an uncontrollable berserk state. If Ning Yuanlie insisted on fighting the three of them, they truly might not be able to leave. Furthermore, they didn’t know the attitude of the person floating on the distant pavilion—would she help them escape?

Liu Ruoying was unwilling, but she could only grit her teeth and plan to agree to the demand.

A wildly arrogant laugh shattered the tranquility. Liu and Luo looked up. The person who had summoned the terrifying thunder moments ago was descending from the sky, holding a white-robed fairy in her arms. Wasn’t this the senior they had been introduced to by Ning Songwu at the inn a while ago?

Liu Ruoying breathed a sigh of relief. Without a trace, she pulled Luo Sheng’s hand back half a step, yielding the space to the individuals with superior strength.

The two of them could no longer intervene. The priority was figuring out how to rescue Ning Songwu without making a sound.

That scoundrel, Cheng Yunhuan, burst into the arena with laughter, holding the person in her arms tightly. She said contemptuously, “The clan elder needs another hour to arrive. Do you think I, one slave, can fight both of you and successfully escort these juniors away? Ning Yuanlie, you’re still so hypocritical.”

“Cheng Nu, you’re actually still alive?” Ning Yuanlie was only surprised for a moment. His gaze fell upon the delicate woman carefully protected in the other woman’s arms, whose eyes and ears were shielded. He smiled again. “Quite capable. How about we negotiate? I’ll let the two of you leave, and you both stop interfering in my Ning Family’s affairs. How about that?”

“If you were to kill Ning Yue and then frame us for it, we would truly have no way to argue our innocence,” Cheng Yunhuan sneered, thunder surging in her hand. “Why don’t we just settle the two of you right now?”

“Cheng Yunhuan, I can’t kill you, but can you truly guarantee that you can always protect that extremely weak person in your arms? Think carefully.”

Ning Yuanlie spoke his threat with a smile. Cheng Yunhuan’s expression changed, but the person who was bound by the golden rope and had fallen into a berserk state reacted even faster. After breaking free from the rope, she immediately swung her sword at the smiling man.

Behind Ning Songwu, the Cold Lotus emitted a great cold light. Streaks of sword qi rushed toward Ning Yuanlie along with her low growls. However, this was not the sword intent she had unleashed with all her might just now; it was only the most ordinary sword qi. With Ning Yuanlie’s cultivation, he should have been able to block it with a casual move.

It should have been blocked with a casual move.

A soft sound of a long sword piercing flesh, almost imperceptible against the roaring of the sword qi, completely severed Ning Yuanlie’s protective spiritual energy. He looked down at his dantian in disbelief. A short knife had been stabbed into him from behind, thoroughly destroying his dantian.

The knife was the birthday gift he had given Ning Yue in her childhood.

Before he could even make a sound, the sword qi arrived, slicing his body apart until only a mist of blood permeated the air.

Behind him, Ning Yue, who had been “kindly” protected by him, slowly crawled to her feet, holding the short knife again. She laughed maniacally. “For my sake? To save me?”

“Lord Lie, you played the role of the kind-hearted person for so long, did you forget that you, Ning Yuanlie, are the notorious scum of the Four Families?!”

Her accusation was more like a contemplation of the past. The few short words recounted a blood-filled past, the history of a young girl’s fall into the endless abyss.

But there was no need to share it.

With that, she lightly raised the short knife and aimed it at her own dantian. “I swore an oath. Before I die, I will drag Ning Yuanlie down to hell with me to accompany our child. As for the rest of you, all of you…”

“Accompany me in death!” She seemed to suddenly erupt with infinite power, plunging the short knife into her own dantian.

Only she knew what was there. Once she pierced that spot, the endless power that Wuyan had told her about would be completely released.

Die, die, everyone die!

But a warm, white spiritual energy intercepted her hand, piercing her dantian one step ahead, pulling out the dark, heavy golden spiritual energy within. Then, it swarmed around the object, beginning the process of poison removal.

The thing that amplified their greed, caused trouble for so many years, and led to one tragedy after another, was still the Source Poison.

The Spirit floating in the air merely moved her fingers gently, and the Source Poison was purified at an extremely fast rate. The body, which had lost its final support, could only collapse softly onto the ground.

Her eyes were wide, staring in death.

Everything happened too quickly—so quickly that no one could react. Everyone was frozen, including Cheng Yunhuan, who had been ready to attack.

The Spirit slowly lifted her eyelids, revealing her lifeless pupils, and looked at the person leaning weakly beside Cheng Yunhuan.

Ning Xiujie was heartbroken. Seeing her in such a state, she still tried to walk over, even intending to support herself to go and help her.

Cheng Yunhuan and Luo Sheng realized something was wrong simultaneously. Cheng Yunhuan immediately hugged Ning Xiujie and hid her behind herself, while Luo Sheng leaped forward and hugged Ning Songwu’s waist.

So cold.

This was Luo Sheng’s first feeling; she felt as if she were embracing a chunk of Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice.

But she didn’t let go, and she couldn’t let go. She couldn’t understand what was happening, but she knew that if she were to release her grip now, Ning Songwu would definitely kill even more people.

“Senior Sister, wake up! You came to save everyone, didn’t you?”

“Senior Sister! What exactly is wrong? Senior Sister, please acknowledge me!”

Not a single one of her words reached Ning Songwu in that moment.

She seemed to have fallen into a boundless deep sea. All that remained before her eyes was red. All she could hear was the muffled sound of the deep sea, and all that was left in her mind was her own nature—the nature to eliminate toxins.

She walked step by step, holding her sword, with only repeated whispers on her lips.

The spiritual energy in her body surged, threatening to burst through her meridians. Her heart felt as if it were being torn open with pain—a pain so intense that even breathing was difficult. Yet, she kept walking, step by step, without hesitation.

Once everything is cleaned up, there will be no…

…more harm caused.

It wasn’t until the jade pendant on her waist emitted a gentle light that the woman’s extremely weak voice called her name. It was only a gentle sound, yet it acted like a deep-sea needle, piercing the vast, boundless darkness of the deep sea and pressing down into the ocean of spiritual energy within her, forcing everything to calm down.

“Ning’er.”

She stopped walking and subconsciously answered, “I am here, Master.”