The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (75)
Bai Weiwei calmly continued: “Later, when shifu wanted to possess my body, I had no way to resist. And he came to save me once again. At that time, I thought, this man is the one I want. I like him.”
Ning Yishu’s pounding against the furnace stiffened. His eyes flashed with shock.
“Of course, he never appeared again. Being the cold-hearted person that I am, I forgot about him in less than a few years.”
When Bai Weiwei spoke to this point, her calm voice finally cracked, revealing extreme sorrow.
She let out two short, mocking laughs. “I achieved my dream. I formed a nascent soul by the time I was a hundred years old. All the people in Grand Heavens Mountain were my followers1. Yet I accepted a disappointing2 disciple.”
Ning Yishu opened and closed his mouth several times, but he couldn’t say anything.
Refined by Bai Weiwei’s lifespan, the bloodstained sword standing in the middle of the furnace turned into a golden dragon and began to circle around Ning Yishu. Once the golden dragon entered Ning Yishu’s body, he could reform his spiritual root.
But he didn’t feel the slightest bit of happiness, only an endless cold and all-encompassing despair.
Bai Weiwei said: “This disciple was truly a disappointment, ah. I noticed the abnormality in his body very early on. People like me who dislike troublesome things would never accept such a disciple.”
Ning Yishu begged weakly: “I know, I’m a waste, I’m useless. So don’t save me.”
Bai Weiwei sneered: “I also know you’re a waste. If you didn’t look so similar to him, I would have killed you.”
Ning Yishu didn’t understand what she was saying.
“You and that senior who saved me look completely the same…”
Ning Yishu couldn’t help but repeat: “Completely the same?”
Bai Weiwei: “I knew you weren’t him, but there were times when I would run to your bedside late at night and look at you. There was another time when you were more seriously injured. Seeing you rolling around in pain, I couldn’t help but give you medicine.”
Ning Yishu finally recalled. That time, he was delirious from a fever, and he had torn off a piece of her skirt and smelled that familiar fragrance.
So then he began to suspect that she was the one who saved him, and broke into her room for the first time.
It was the first time he had received good will and help during his stay at Grand Heavens Mountain. The person who had shown him kindness was the same person who had caused him torment.
Bai Weiwei watched the green flames with narrowed eyes, listening to the countdown for her lifespan.
“When you ripped out your spiritual root to save me, I suddenly remembered what happened in the dreamworld.”
“The Labyrinth of Dreams has the power to turn back time and space. In other words, instead of falling into an illusion, you went back in time one hundred years and saved me.”
Bai Weiwei watched the green flames slowly burn out.
And the pill furnace shined with a dazzling gold light.
The burning of a thousand years of life allowed Ning Yishu to temper a heavenly soul spiritual root.
Bai Weiwei approached the pill furnace, listening to the man struggling desperately inside.
“A’Ning, in the last one hundred years, there hasn’t been a single moment that I forgot about you.”
She reached out a hand, placing it on the pill furnace’s door.
“But I never thought that you were the A’Ning who stayed by me during my most hopeless days one hundred years ago. I used all sorts of methods to torture and abuse you…”
Bai Weiwei finally couldn’t hold back the quiver in her voice. “Ha, this whole time, I’ve been torturing the man I love.”
Inside the furnace, Ning Yishu completely stopped moving.
He stood there, covered in wounds. For a moment, he forgot to stop the golden dragon from approaching him.
There was only one thing echoing in his mind.
The man I love…
1: 徒孙: disciple’s disciple. Again, I’m assuming that she doesn’t mean it literally, but rather it refers to the fact that she’s the eldest or has the highest authority in the sect.↩
2: 不争气: to fail to live up to expectations.↩