Huff, huff, huff—
Within the Hunyuan Sect, Chen Mu put away the Light Talisman and dashed off.
He didn’t dare look back at the fierce battle between Wu Zhong and An Ruosong, nor was he aware that people from the Three Sects had arrived soon after.
As he ran along the way, Chen Mu saw corpses scattered everywhere.
He also saw his master, Great Elder Chang Luo.
Great Elder Chang Luo’s eyes were wide open, full of terror.
So disciples’ bodies couldn’t even be found.
All were killed in a single strike.
The entire Hunyuan Sect was like a purgatory, rivers of blood flowing.
Not only were the disciples dead, but even the Spiritual Beasts within the sect had perished.
It was terrifying.
That man, Wu Zhong, he is the Devil.
He was born to kill; the only thought in Chen Mu’s mind was to quickly reach the forbidden grounds, or else the Hunyuan Sect would truly be finished.
The forbidden grounds of the Hunyuan Sect were extrely concealed. Even Chen Mu, as a Core Disciple, had to use so tricks to open the chanisms outside the forbidden grounds.
Up ahead, a massive tomb finally appeared.
That was the tomb of Hunyuan Ancestor.
Chen Mu stood at the entrance of the forbidden grounds, and finally, his breathing cald a bit.
He released the Light Talisman, from which Ye Lingyue sat cross-legged, and upon seeing Chen Mu, Ye Lingyue calmly said.
"Chen Mu, let go. I can persuade Wu Zhong not to kill you."
"Impossible, Ye Lingyue, don’t think about enchanting . Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong isn’t even human; he won’t listen to you. I must hand you over to our Ancestor; only then can the Hunyuan Sect be saved." Chen Mu reached to open the chanism to the tomb.
"Chen Mu, the Hunyuan Sect is already destroyed. By this point, your Sect Leader may have also been killed. You’re a smart man; you know the principle of a tree falling and monkeys scattering. Do you think you can revitalize the Hunyuan Sect alone?" Ye Lingyue could see that Chen Mu was already wavering.
His hand hadn’t yet touched the chanism.
He also knew that Ye Lingyue’s words weren’t wrong.
An Ruosong was no match for Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong.
He hesitated.
If he opened the tomb and notified the Hunyuan Ancestor, Ye Lingyue would die, and he couldn’t bear for her to die.
"Ye Lingyue, I..." Chen Mu swallowed hard, "I can let you go, but I have one condition: after freeing you, you must marry , beco my woman."
Chen Mu had once considered following his master’s arrangent to be with Yue i.
But ever since his physical relationship with Yue i, the woman began exposing her true nature, treating him like her possession and bossing him around.
Being from a noble background, Chen Mu naturally couldn’t bear it.
The more it happened, the more he admired Ye Lingyue.
He frequently recalled that ti in Beiqing’s Golden Throne Hall, when Ye Lingyue lowered her eyes, the look in her beautiful moon-like eyes falling on Feng Xun.
How he wished for her to look at him in the sa way.
Inside, Ye Lingyue felt a burst of revulsion; this damn Chen Mu was on the brink of death yet dared to set his sights on her.
Never mind marrying him; she didn’t even want to spend extra ti with him.
Ye Lingyue knew she should agree to Chen Mu’s demand at this ti, as she could push him back once out of the Light Talisman.
However, she’s always been a smooth talker, but at this critical mont, she couldn’t bring herself to say the word agree.
Ye Lingyue realized it was because she made a promise to Feng Xun.
The person she truly wanted to marry was only one.
Even deceiving Chen Mu would be a form of betrayal to Feng Xun for her.
"Chen Mu, you should have known long ago, I have a verbal marriage agreent with Feng Xun. I am his bride-to-be; I cannot promise you anything." Ye Lingyue’s denial made Chen Mu furious and embarrassed.
"Ye Lingyue, what are you pretending? If you’re indeed Feng Xun’s bride-to-be, then why are you entangled with Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong? You’re nothing good; you’ve probably already had a disgraceful affair with Wu Zhong." Chen Mu mocked.
Who was Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong? The fact he’d massacre the entire Hunyuan Sect for a woman proved their relationship was far from simple.
Just the thought of Ye Lingyue being double-dealing and refusing to accommodate him made Chen Mu flustered.
"Chen Mu, don’t spout nonsense. My affairs with Wu Zhong and Feng Xun aren’t matters for others to gossip about." Ye Lingyue was also angry.
Her defense of both of them made Chen Mu’s jealousy twist his heart.
"Ye Lingyue, I’m asking you one last ti, will you agree or not? I’ll tell you the truth; once I open the tomb, you’re dead. The Hunyuan Ancestor won’t just kill you, but also obliterate your soul. Is Feng Xun that useless trash so great that you won’t even humor for him?" Chen Mu questioned.
"Perhaps he’s not that great, but to , he is the best." Ye Lingyue completely ignored Chen Mu’s threat.
"Hahaha, good, very good. Then you can all go to hell, nobody gets what Chen Mu can’t have." Chen Mu pressed the tomb’s switch.
The heavy tomb door creaked open slowly.
Chen Mu’s five fingers closed, and the Light Talisman containing Ye Lingyue was about to be pushed into the tomb.
But at that mont, a dark shadow suddenly rushed from behind Chen Mu.
Chen Mu felt excruciating pain in his left shoulder. Looking closely, there was a bloody hole gushing blood.
He groaned and pressed on his wound.
Halfway into the tomb, Ye Lingyue felt a trendous force pulling her out.
A golden mask accompanied by amber eyes appeared before her.
Their eyes locked, and Ye Lingyue’s delicate body trembled.
She stared blankly at him, the man’s ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost infecting her.
"Wu...Feng Xun, which one are you?" she softly called, trying to place her hand on that icy golden mask through the Light Talisman.
"Does it matter? Whether it’s Wu Zhong or Feng Xun, we both love you." He removed the mask, revealing an astonishingly handso face, his deep eyes filled with love so intense it couldn’t be dissolved, with anxiety hidden behind that love.
At that mont, Wu Zhong resembled a mischievous boy caught red-handed, afraid of not being forgiven.
In that instant, Ye Lingyue felt sothing full and swelling within her heart.
The previous doubt and unease replaced by a warmth akin to sunlight.
Whether Wu Zhong or Feng Xun, he was just him.
Perhaps, she had already fallen for him, unknowingly.
The one with Feng Xun’s tenderness and Wu Zhong’s dominance.
Ye Lingyue smiled softly. When her smile entered Wu Zhong’s gaze, it was like the best scenery in the world, lifting the heavy stone pressing on his heart for so long. He knew his little woman had accepted him.
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