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Bai Yue let out a derisive laugh, then flicked her wrist.
The longsword in her hand transformed into a streak of light and vanished into her sleeve.
“That Xiao Yueluo has a karmic connection with my Du Xian Sect.”
Bai Yue deliberately drew out her words, her gaze fixed intently on the ashen-faced elders of the Xiao family.
She enunciated each word clearly: “So I am taking Xiao Yueluo with me.
Does anyone have any objections?”
As soon as she finished speaking, an uproar swept through the hall.
The Xiao family elders’ eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
Taking on a disciple?!
That white-haired girl whose spiritual roots had been destroyed, who had become a cripple incapable of even drawing in spiritual energy—she was actually being favored by a Golden Core Realm powerhouse from the Du Xian Sect?!
The Grand Elder of the Xiao family felt a surge of blood rush to his chest.
His throat turned sweet, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.
If Xiao Yueluo truly became a disciple of the Du Xian Sect, then their family’s actions—forcing her, even trying to sell her off as a concubine—would be equivalent to thoroughly offending a living, breathing deity!
Meanwhile, Wang Batian reacted swiftly.
He had climbed to his position as City Lord of Qinghe City not just through his Crystallization Realm strength, but also through his top-tier ability to read the room.
He scrambled halfway up from the ground and roared hysterically at his subordinates: “What are you all standing there for?!
Hurry to the rear chamber and invite Miss Xiao out!
Now!!!”
Before long, under the nervous escort of two matrons, Xiao Yueluo was brought to the main hall.
Her red bridal veil had been torn off, and her face was filled with confusion.
The moment she laid eyes on the newcomer, Bai Yue’s eyes lit up slightly.
A striking head of silver-white hair cascaded like a waterfall to her waist.
Her cold, exquisitely beautiful face bore a hint of pallor, as if recovering from a recent illness.
She was petite, barely over one meter fifty, clad in a garish, eye-piercing red wedding gown.
The gown was somewhat disheveled, its hem dragged and crumpled, yet it only accentuated her fragile, defiant bearing.
Most striking of all was the hollow lace-trimmed cyan sash tied perfectly around her waist, draping gracefully downward.
Her long, slender, fair legs were exposed without reserve, and her delicate feet were wrapped in sheer, translucent silk—elegant without being coquettish, yet exuding an indescribable sense of broken fragility.
Unlike Su Qingyan, who was curvaceous and proud with an enviable figure, Xiao Yueluo was the classic pencil-thin type—flat in front, flat in back, like a reed swaying in the wind.
But compared to Su Qingyan, who followed mainstream beauty standards more closely, it was Xiao Yueluo’s cold, white-haired, legally-a-loli persona that Bai Yue found far more endearing.
After all, who could possibly dislike such an adorable, petite young lady?
Especially when she was a key figure in the early-game plot!
While Bai Yue’s inner self was cheering wildly, Su Qingyan, standing behind her, trembled violently the moment she spotted Xiao Yueluo.
“Yueluo…”
Su Qingyan bit her lip so hard it nearly bled.
Her eyes reddened instantly.
A powerful urge surged within her, almost making her throw caution to the wind and rush forward to embrace that frail, lonely figure.
But just as she was about to take that step, she glanced down at the rough grey Daoist robe she wore—the attire of the lowest-ranking menial servant in the Du Xian Sect.
She forced herself to stop, bowing her head deeply.
Her hands clenched into tight fists inside her sleeves, her nails digging deep into her palms.
As for the bewildered Xiao Yueluo, she had already steeled herself for death, even hiding a pair of scissors in her sleeve.
Yet never in her wildest dreams did she expect to see such a bizarre scene in the main hall.
The arrogant City Lord of Qinghe City was kneeling on the ground, trembling.
The overbearing Xiao family elders were lying dead-dog-like in the corner.
And standing before everyone was a vaguely familiar woman in red, radiating endless arrogance and coldness, as if an immortal had descended to earth.
“Who… who are you?”
Xiao Yueluo stepped back warily, her hand gripping the scissors trembling slightly.
Bai Yue didn’t answer her.
Instead, she turned expressionlessly to the side, revealing Su Qingyan, who had been hiding behind her with her head lowered.
The moment she saw Su Qingyan, Xiao Yueluo felt as though she had been struck by lightning.
She stared fixedly at the girl in the grey Daoist robe, her voice quaking violently: “Qingyan?!
You… why are you here?!”
Xiao Yueluo’s voice trembled as she frantically shook off the matrons’ hands, stumbling toward Su Qingyan.
“Didn’t you leave Qinghe City?
Why are you… I told you to run away, didn’t I?!”
Su Qingyan slowly lifted her head.
Her pale, delicate face was completely expressionless.
She dropped to her knees with a thump before Bai Yue, right in front of Xiao Yueluo’s disbelieving eyes.
Her forehead pressed against the cold floor.
“Master.”
Su Qingyan’s voice was hoarse and hollow.
Xiao Yueluo froze on the spot, her mind going completely blank.
“Mas… ster?”
She looked at Su Qingyan in utter disbelief, then turned to the lofty, imposing Bai Yue.
“What is going on?!
What did you do to her?!”
Bai Yue looked down at Xiao Yueluo, the corner of her mouth curling into a cold, taunting smirk.
“Can’t figure it out?”
She pointed at Su Qingyan, kneeling at her feet, her voice dripping with contempt and cruelty: “Your dear childhood friend here, in order to beg me to save your pathetic life, has willingly signed the highest-tier life-and-death master-servant contract.”
“From this day forward, in life, she belongs to me.
In death, she belongs to me.
Without my permission, she can’t even kill herself—she is nothing more than a dog at my side, to be scolded and beaten as I please.”
As this venomous declaration left her lips, the cold, mechanical voice chimed in Bai Yue’s mind.
Ding!
Current quest progress: 60%!
Well done, host!
A perfect embodiment of the malicious female villain’s essence!
Quest Phase One complete.
Rewards granted: Forced cultivation advancement of one rank.
Heaven-Tier Lower-Grade cultivation art fragment, [The Book of Forgetting All Emotions], deposited into system inventory!
The moment the notification ended, Bai Yue felt an immense surge of extraordinarily pure spiritual energy flood into her body.
The barrier of her initial Golden Core cultivation dissolved like ice and snow.
Wild, violent spiritual energy rampaged through her limbs and meridians, forcefully pushing her into the Golden Core Middle Stage!
BOOM—!
A pressure even more terrifying than before burst uncontrollably from Bai Yue’s body, sweeping through the hall like a tidal wave.
The supporting pillars of the main hall groaned under the strain.
Wang Batian and the others were once again crushed to the ground by this horrifying force, their breathing nearly stopped.
「Holy crap holy crap holy crap!
System, could you give a warning before handing out rewards?!
I’m about to burst!」
Bai Yue screamed internally, the pain making her want to roll on the floor.
But outwardly, she had no choice but to grit her teeth, swallow the pain, and forcibly maintain that calm, inscrutable villainess facade.
Only her hands, clasped behind her back, were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
But in Xiao Yueluo’s eyes, this sudden eruption of terrifying pressure became nothing more than Bai Yue’s silent intimidation and ultimate humiliation.
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