CHAPTER 430: CHAPTER 266: MEETING AND REUNION

"You... you... what have you done to my Master?"

Yun Xinyue looked at the man before her, her previous arrogance gone.

Her heart began to panic uncontrollably. What should I do? I’ve encountered this cursed man again. Even though I’m already so strong, I still feel a sense of helplessness. Clearly, the lingering effects of the slave imprint are still present.

"Stop wasting words. If I tell you to come, you come." Wen Zhixing turned his head, his words betraying his impatience.

"Oh..." Yun Xinyue’s head drooped instantly. Her face, once icy, now resembled that of a wronged young wife.

I must endure. Master must be in his hands. I have to endure, Yun Xinyue silently told herself. Whenever I see Wen Zhixing, I’m reminded of some inside information. Most of the rumors out there are probably false. It’s very likely Wen Zhixing himself started them. It’s not that I’m afraid of Wen Zhixing; I’m just worried something might happen to Master. she reassured herself, and her mood calmed a little.

The two walked forward, one behind the other.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qin Tian."

Along the way, many people saw them. Most were still quite unfamiliar with Yun Xinyue. But Qin Tian was a different matter. He was currently in the limelight. Most people from the Purple Cloud Divine Sect already knew about the Lu Family incident. Seeing Qin Tian now, many of them wore strange expressions. They were eager to ask what exactly had happened at the Lu Family’s estate. However, considering who Qin Tian was, approaching him now to ask about such matters could be disastrous if it provoked him. So, many people, upon seeing Wen Zhixing from afar, turned and fled. It was best not to get involved in this mess.

Wen Zhixing naturally paid them no mind, nor would he bother to explain anything to anyone.

Lu Shangxing was killed by me, but now Qin Yang will take the fall. I couldn’t care less what happens between them afterwards. The bigger the ruckus, the better. The quieter the Lu Family is now, the bigger their move will be later.

"Who told you I was here?" Wen Zhixing glanced at the people nearby and casually asked Yun Xinyue, who was behind him.

Yun Xinyue paused for a moment, then stepped up to walk beside him and said, "Qin Hao."

Hearing this, Wen Zhixing’s eyes flickered. He chuckled, "So, you found him first. We’ve only just returned to the sect, yet you managed to get the news so quickly. Your current status must be quite high, then."

As for Qin Hao deflecting the trouble onto me, I’m not surprised. Yun Xinyue’s earlier demeanor was practically murderous. It would have been strange if Qin Hao hadn’t sold me out.

"Yes, I’ve become a disciple of a Supreme Elder of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect."

Yun Xinyue nodded, feeling a bit more confident. My status now is completely different from what it used to be. Whether in terms of cultivation or background, I’m no longer the Yun Xinyue I once was.

As this thought surfaced, Yun Xinyue’s expression gradually relaxed. Yes, I don’t need to be afraid.

"So what if you’ve cultivated the Fortune Divine Devil Skill? I’ve cultivated it too. Is that so extraordinary?" Wen Zhixing, however, poured cold water on her budding confidence with his deep, resonant voice.

"You’ve also cultivated it?" Yun Xinyue’s expression changed drastically.

She instantly understood. No wonder. No wonder Wen Zhixing dared to transform into Qin Tian’s appearance without fear of discovery—he had also mastered this cultivation skill! This Wen Zhixing... he’s truly a monster!

"What exactly do you want?" Yun Xinyue took a deep breath, her expression slightly strained.

I stopped wanting revenge against Wen Zhixing a long time ago. After so many years, I’ve gradually let go of Qiu Yinger’s death. After all, what we did to Wen Zhixing back then was equally outrageous and deserving of punishment. Wen Zhixing was merely retaliating. Everything that happened was, in a way, our own doing. Of course, this is also due to the influence of the slave imprint. It has naturally diluted my hatred for Wen Zhixing.

"Nothing much." Wen Zhixing saw that they were finally alone. He clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Yun Xinyue with a smile, and said, "Yun Xinyue, you know, if I had wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago. You wouldn’t have survived until now." As he spoke, his voice gradually grew louder.

These words were true. Wen Zhixing indeed could have wiped out the entire Wonderous Palace back then. But in the end, he spared the lives of Yun Xinyue and Feng Ruoli. As for the others, they were all annihilated. These two, after all, were among those in the Wonderous Palace who had treated him relatively well. Even if their conduct was poor in private, they hadn’t treated him too badly openly. Especially Feng Ruoli, who had even given him many things.

Hearing this, Yun Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief. She also knew this was true. With his assurance, she immediately felt more at ease and was no longer so worried about Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli.

"Then why did you look for me this time?" Yun Xinyue asked after a moment’s thought.

I’m still a bit worried about what Wen Zhixing might do to me. What if he wants to plant another slave imprint on me...?

Wen Zhixing heard this, gave her a puzzled look, and said strangely, "I didn’t look for you. You were the one who just found me."

"Oh..." Yun Xinyue looked up, startled. After a moment, realizing what he meant, she quickly stammered, "Oh... Well then... I’ll be going now... Perhaps another time we can..."

"Don’t be in such a rush, Senior Sister Yun. Since fate brought us together like this, why don’t you do me a favor?" Wen Zhixing said cheerfully, a smile on his face the entire time. This time, he genuinely hadn’t planned on doing anything to Yun Xinyue.

"Do what?"

The moment she heard this, Yun Xinyue, paradoxically, felt a sense of relief. If Wen Zhixing truly had no demands, she would have been even more panicked.

"In a few days, help me kill Qin Hao."

This time, Wen Zhixing didn’t speak aloud but communicated directly via voice transmission.