Chapter 19: Ning Yuyan: You looked down on me before, but now you can't even reach me!
"Yuyan...Miss..."
Just as Ning Yuyan was about to step onto the steps leading to the council hall,several elders finally recovered from their immense shock and regret. Led by the one-armed Soul Douluo elder, they staggered up and blocked her path.
Their demeanor was devoid of any elder's authority, instead filled with respect, even...a hint of pleading.
"This old man...on behalf of the sect, thanks you for saving me!"
The one-armed elder bowed deeply, his voice hoarse but sincere.
Ning Yuyan stopped, her gaze calmly sweeping over them, without speaking.
The elder known as "Old Ming" was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. He stepped forward, his voice trembling, and said,
"Yu Yan, we were wrong!
The sect has wronged you!
Back then... back then we were short-sighted, blinded by those ridiculous rules!
Please... please stay!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School needs you!"
"Need me?"
Ning Yu Yan finally spoke, her voice cold and tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
"Sixty years ago, what you needed was an obedient, pure-blooded marriage tool to solidify your sect's position."
Back then, Ning Yu Yan's mutated martial soul made her disliked and even slandered by some elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
They wanted her to be used in a marriage alliance.
Ning Yu Yan refused and ventured out, where she met Yu Jing Cheng.
It was from that moment that Ning Yu Yan was expelled from the sect.
Ning Yu Yan paused, her gaze sharpening as if piercing the souls of these elders.
"What you need now is a level 96 fighter to protect the sect's safety."
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's 'need' is so realistic it's disgusting."
These words were like an invisible slap in the face of the elders,
leaving them blushing with shame.
Yes, they had never truly cared about her as a person; their only concern was her worth.
Ning Yuyan had no interest in their embarrassed expressions and continued calmly,
"My actions weren't for the sect's sake.
First, it was because your sect leader, Ning Fengzhi, begged me to return and protect your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—it was merely an exchange of interests.
Second, it was because this noisy, flat-feathered bird disturbed my peace."
Ning Yuyan's reasons were simple and direct, yet they completely distanced her from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Having said that, she ignored the stunned elders, walked past them, and went straight into the tower where she had once lived.
Inside, the tower was spotless, clearly meticulously cleaned daily.
Everything here remained exactly as she had left it.
Ning Yuyan's gaze swept over the room without a trace of lingering affection.
She walked to a dressing table, extended her slender fingers, and gently pressed a hidden spot beneath the surface.
"Click."
A wooden panel popped open, revealing a secret compartment.
Inside, lay a simple wooden box. Ning Yuyan took it out and gently opened it.
Inside were no priceless jewels, only a withered foxtail grass tied with a red string, and a slightly yellowed note.
On the note were two lines of writing.
One line was in bold, unrestrained handwriting:
"To my beloved Yuyan, I will never fail you in this life."
Yhe other line was a delicate, tender reply, brimming with happiness:
"To my husband, my heart will never waver."
Looking at the note, a subtle, imperceptible tenderness finally melted into Ning Yuyan's icy eyes.
This was what he left behind, her last remaining thought.
She carefully closed the wooden box and tucked it into her bosom.
When she stepped out of the tower again, the last vestige of connection to this place was severed.
She walked towards the mountain gate.
"Yu Yan!"
Elder Ming, unwilling to give up, chased after her again, his voice filled with a final hope.
"Feng Zhi… the Sect Master has always missed you!
He often stares blankly at your portrait; he cherishes you as his sister!"
Ning Yu Yan's steps faltered slightly, but she didn't turn back.
The night wind ruffled her long hair, and her ethereal yet resolute voice clearly reached the ears of every elder.
"Tell him that from the moment I stepped out of the mountain gate sixty years ago, 'Ning Yu Yan' was already dead."
"The one who lives is only Yu Jingcheng's wife."
With those words, Ning Yu Yan's figure flickered a few times and vanished completely into the thick night, as if she had never existed.
Only a scene of devastation remained, and a group of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect elders stood frozen in the wind, their hearts filled with endless regret and loss.
They knew that although the sect had survived tonight, it had also forever lost a god who should have belonged to them…
A moment later.
In the distant sky, two dazzling streaks of light pierced the night sky at an astonishing speed, rapidly heading towards the sect!
One sword aura soared into the sky, sharp and unparalleled; the other was ghostly and unfathomable.
Enveloped within them was Ning Fengzhi, now an 86th-level Soul Douluo.
"It's Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo!"
"The sect leader and the others are back!"
The surviving disciples erupted in cheers of relief, as if they had found their pillar of support.
Almost in the blink of an eye, two figures landed on the sect's plaza, closely followed by Ning Fengzhi, his face grave, rushing back at full speed.
The moment they saw the scene before them, even with their composure, they couldn't help but gasp.
The mountain gate was shattered, buildings collapsed, blood flowed like a river on the plaza, and the corpses of disciples and men in black were everywhere.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and the acrid smell of clashing soul power; the entire sect seemed to have survived an apocalyptic catastrophe.
"What...what happened?!"
Ning Fengzhi's face was deathly pale, his body swaying, almost unable to stand.
His worst fears had come true!
The Spirit Hall had indeed launched a surprise attack while they were away!
"Fengzhi!"
Chen Xin and Gu Rong instantly flanked Ning Fengzhi, their auras exploding as they warily scanned their surroundings.
"Where are the enemies?!"
Chen Xin gripped the Seven Kill Sword, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Old men, are you still alive?"
Gu Rong's voice was even more direct; he saw the disheveled elders not far away. The one-armed elder and Elder Ming exchanged a glance, their faces filled with bitterness and shame.
They stepped forward and bowed deeply to Ning Fengzhi and the other two.
"Sect Master, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo... you've returned."
"What happened?!"
Ning Fengzhi asked urgently, "Where is the enemy? What are the sect's casualties?"
The one-armed elder took a deep breath, steadying his trembling voice, and began to recount everything that had happened in that short time.
"Just half an hour ago, the Spirit Hall launched a surprise attack. Led by Title Douluo 'Ling Yuan,' they brought four Soul Douluos and nearly thirty elites of Soul Emperor level or above, intending to massacre our sect..."
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