Wen Yan's master was named Guangming, a former grandmaster of the mystic arts.
He collapsed on the ground, looking weakly at Wen Yan, whose eyes were red. Gently grasping her hand, he said, "Yan'er, your master has done good deeds for three lifetimes and even helped the King of the Underworld, who once promised me a wish. I did not want to see you and A-Yan suffer the pain of separation through reincarnation anymore, nor did I want to see A-Yan's spirit bone taken by Pei Xuanqing. Therefore, I asked the King of the Underworld to bestow upon you the Dabai System, allowing you to return to A-Yan's side. Meanwhile, I stayed to guard Ghost Valley Mountain to prevent Pei Xuanqing from going out and doing evil."
"Now that your love is strong, it is time for you to know what happened back then."
"Only you can awaken A-Yan's past memories and abilities, and only A-Yan can deal with the monster Pei Xuanqing has become."
Wen Yan looked at her master, whose soul was growing weaker and increasingly transparent. Her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings battered by a fierce storm. She hugged him tightly. "Master, please don't leave. I can't bear to lose you!"
Guangming gave Wen Yan a doting smile. "Yan'er, your master died a long time ago. It was only by the special grace of the King of the Underworld that I was able to help you. Now, let me help you awaken your past memories."
Grandmaster Guangming raised his hand and gently tapped the center of Wen Yan's forehead.
Instantly, Wen Yan felt as if she had entered a fog-filled forest.
Si Moyan's anxious voice echoed in her ears, "Mrs. Si, Mrs. Si—"
However, she could not see him, nor could she respond to him anymore.
She had arrived at Ghost Valley Mountain from over a hundred years ago.
The place was shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland.
At the mountain's peak stood the Azure Cloud Sect, towering into the clouds, the number one sect in the world during that era.
Wen Yan saw Young Wen Yan from that lifetime, carrying her severely injured master on her back as she arrived outside the gates of the Azure Cloud Sect.
Her master had been gravely wounded while subduing demons, and only the Sect Leader and Vice Sect Leader of the Azure Cloud Sect could save him.
During that time, the Sect Leader was away wandering the world, so Young Wen Yan had no choice but to beg the Vice Sect Leader.
The Vice Sect Leader was named Pei Xuanqing, a man of extraordinary handsomeness.
He politely and gently had someone bring Young Wen Yan and her master inside.
He promised to help Young Wen Yan save her master's life, but he had one condition.
Young Wen Yan nodded continuously; as long as she could save her master, she was willing to do anything.
He told Young Wen Yan to seduce their Sect Leader.
Young Wen Yan widened her eyes in disbelief, as if he were joking.
He looked at her with a gentle smile. "As long as you can tempt the Sect Leader into breaking his vows, your master will be saved."
The scene shifted. Young Wen Yan found the Sect Leader of the Azure Cloud Sect, who was Si Moyan in that lifetime.
His long hair was tied back. With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he was aloof, indifferent, and kept his distance from women.
She relentlessly pestered him, flashing beautiful smiles and forcing herself to accompany him on his travels.
No matter how he tried to chase her away, she refused to leave.
It took her nearly a year to slowly move his heart.
But just after he fell in love with her, she disappeared without a trace.
He searched for her everywhere and soon found out that she had been kidnapped back by the people of the Holy Tribe.
She was originally the Holy Maiden of the Holy Tribe. According to tribal customs, once she turned sixteen, her head was to be used as a sacrifice.
If it hadn't been for her master, she would have died at sixteen.
Although she was already nineteen, past the age of sacrifice, the tribal chief and the others still wanted to forcefully behead her.
Just as she was pushed onto the sacrificial altar, a cold man in a black robe descended from the sky.
Holding a long sword, he directly struck down the tribal chief who was about to cut off her head.
For her sake, on that day, his hands were stained with blood as he slaughtered her entire tribe.
Tears streaming down her face, she threw herself into his arms.
Seeing her cry, he dropped his sword and hugged her back.
However, the moment he embraced her, a sharp dagger pierced into his heart.
Seeing this, the invisible Wen Yan widened her eyes in disbelief.
Was the person who stabbed Si Moyan really her from a century ago?
She saw shock and disbelief in the man's eyes.
Indeed, anyone would be shocked and in disbelief, right?
He had just saved her. She was the one who had been pestering him all year. He had fallen in love with her just as she wanted, and had even shed blood for her.
Why would she still stab him?
Wen Yan wanted to step forward and viciously slap her past self, but now she was transparent and could do nothing.
She could only watch helplessly as the man's gaze shifted from shock and hurt to despair, and finally to a frosty coldness.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to do this. At first, the Vice Sect Leader only asked me to tempt you into breaking your vows. He saved my master but locked him away where I couldn't find him. He said that if I didn't stab you, he would kill my master. I cannot lose my master..."
Blood trickled continuously from the corner of the man's mouth. "So, from beginning to end, it was all a lie, wasn't it?"
She nodded, then shook her head.
If it were all a lie, she wouldn't be in so much pain and agony right now.
Her master was the most important person in her life.
But it seemed he had become very important too.
Stabbing him made her own heart ache terribly.
Especially seeing his eyes turn as cold as frost, she felt so awful she could hardly breathe.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Her tears fell onto his face one by one, like scalding whips.
"Hahaha, it seems I really didn't choose the wrong person." Pei Xuanqing walked out from the shadows.
He raised his hand, intending to extract the spirit bone from Si Moyan's body.
Si Moyan forcefully pushed Young Wen Yan out of his arms. He pulled the dagger from his chest, grabbed his long sword, and engaged in combat with Pei Xuanqing.
But he was heavily injured and was no match for Pei Xuanqing.
"Pei Xuanqing, before the martial ancestor passed away, he told us to protect the people of the world together. How dare you—"
Pei Xuanqing sneered, interrupting his unfinished sentence. "You possess the innate talent of the spirit bone, granting you immortality and the power to control life and death. Who wouldn't want such a formidable ability?"
"You are hailed as an immortal by the world, while I am merely your subordinate. Why can't I be an immortal? All these years, you've kept your distance from women. I was determined to make you break your vows, become trapped by love, and go on a killing spree. I had been trying hard to find a suitable candidate. The moment Young Wen Yan entered my sight, I knew my chance had come."
"Sure enough, the little girl did not disappoint. She completed my task."
"In truth, I was the one who hired demons to injure her master, all to lure her into the trap."
Young Wen Yan widened her eyes in disbelief. "You—"
She raised her hand, wanting to fight Pei Xuanqing to the death, but in the next second, he sent her flying with a single palm strike.
The moment she hit the ground, Si Moyan pulled her into his arms and flew down the cliff with her.
He carried her to a hidden cave at the bottom of the cliff.
The invisible Wen Yan followed them.
She saw that Si Moyan had fallen into a coma from his injuries, and Young Wen Yan sat beside him, tears streaming down her face.
"Master once said that my heart's blood can cure any ailment. I don't want you to die. I will give you my heart's blood—"
She took out golden needles, sealed her own heart meridians, and extracted three drops of her heart's blood.
Seeing this, the invisible Wen Yan felt an extreme ache in her heart.
Silly girl, after extracting three drops of heart's blood, you won't live much longer either!
After the man woke up, he looked at her with a face as cold as frost. "Wen Yan, if there is a next life, may we never meet again!"
Wen Yan, in her transparent spirit form, suddenly recalled the nightmare she had had some time ago.
The fragments of the dream were exactly the same as what she was seeing right now.
So it was under these circumstances that he had said those cruel words!
The moment he turned to leave, Young Wen Yan lay on the ground and grabbed the hem of his clothes. "Don't go, I know what love is now..."
The man's face was cold and pale. He paused slightly, seemingly trying his best to restrain his emotions, but in the end, he did not look back.
Young Wen Yan watched his resolute back, her heart aching beyond measure.
After he left the cave, a great battle broke out between him and Pei Xuanqing.
In order to force him to hand over his spirit bone, Pei Xuanqing went on a killing spree in Ghost Valley Mountain, using their fellow disciples to threaten him.
To avoid handing over the spirit bone and to protect the remaining disciples, he ultimately ended his own life.
Because he had slaughtered her entire clan for Young Wen Yan, tainting himself with the sin of murder, the King of Hell cast him into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer the torments of purgatory after he arrived in the underworld. He was also punished with a short life for three lifetimes.
Not long after he committed suicide, Young Wen Yan also coughed up blood and died in the cave.
At that moment, the phantom Wen Yan felt a suffocating pain in her heart.
"Mrs. Si—"
Hearing Si Moyan's anxious cries, Wen Yan suddenly opened her eyes.
The master in her arms had already disappeared.
She looked at Si Moyan with red eyes, her lips trembling uncontrollably. "I remember our past and present lives."
She also knew why he had lived such short lives in his previous two incarnations.
Besides the King of Hell's punishment, there was also the harm inflicted by Pei Xuanqing, an old monster who had lived for over a hundred years.
Wen Yan slowly stood up. She looked toward the courtyard and said sharply, "Pei Xuanqing, come out!"
"Cough, cough, cough..." Accompanied by weak coughing, a thin figure wearing a cyan robe slowly walked out.
Even after over a hundred years, Pei Xuanqing's face was still handsome, but his waist-length hair was as white as frost.
"Young Wen Yan, we meet again. This time, as long as you stab him once more, I will help you resurrect your master again."
Wen Yan sneered and shook her head.
Her master definitely wouldn't want to see the tragedy from over a hundred years ago repeat itself.
Her master had gone to great lengths to make her and Si Moyan fall in love again, all so they could join forces to deal with this monster.
"If I'm not mistaken, you must get Si Moyan's spirit bone in this life. If you don't, you will die!"
Pei Xuanqing smiled gently. "Young Wen Yan has become smart now."
"Back then, Si Moyan didn't make a strategic error in the special forces. You sent Jiang Shuyinn to disguise herself as her sister Jiang Shuyin to infiltrate the special forces, having her steal secrets and inform the crime syndicate. That's how they knew Si Moyan's decisions inside out, right?"
Pei Xuanqing nodded. "It's a pity he's so lucky. Despite suffering dual physical and mental torment, he's still alive and well."
"And the otherworldly soul in my body, you also manipulated her into falling in love with Gu Beichen, stealing Si Moyan's company secrets, and drugging him, almost turning him into a cripple! If things had gone according to your original plan, Si Moyan would have really jumped off a tall building just as you wished, dying a miserable death!"
Pei Xuanqing clapped his hands. "Go on."
"And the cannon fodder fates of the Si family, that's all thanks to you, isn't it? To destroy Si Moyan, you've resorted to every extreme measure imaginable!"
Pei Xuanqing narrowed his eyes slightly. "Over a hundred years ago, before Si Moyan committed suicide, he set up a barrier in Ghost Valley Mountain, trapping me here for life. Since I couldn't leave Ghost Valley Mountain, I naturally had to have people deal with him on the outside." Speaking of this, the smile on Pei Xuanqing's lips deepened. "My time is indeed running out, but it just so happens that you delivered yourselves to my door. With your current skills, crushing you to death will be as easy as stepping on two ants!"
Si Moyan furrowed his sword-like eyebrows, completely unable to understand what the two of them were talking about.
"Mrs. Si, what exactly is going on—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the sword in Pei Xuanqing's hand suddenly thrust toward Si Moyan.
But in the next second, Si Moyan's body was pushed away by Wen Yan, and she began to fight with Pei Xuanqing.
Pei Xuanqing was already a master over a hundred years ago, let alone now. In less than five moves, Wen Yan was knocked to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Wen Yan immediately used her ghost-controlling arts, summoning the evil spirits of Ghost Valley Mountain.
But the moment those evil spirits approached Pei Xuanqing, they turned into puffs of green smoke.
Pei Xuanqing, holding his long sword, walked step by step toward Wen Yan. "Young Wen Yan, I will kill your beloved man first, and then lock you up and torture you slowly. In this life, you've dared to oppose me time and time again, ruining my plans!"
Si Moyan brought out his special forces skills and engaged in combat with Pei Xuanqing.
But similarly, in less than five moves, he was knocked to the ground by Pei Xuanqing.
Just as Pei Xuanqing's sword thrust toward his chest, a slender figure ran over and blocked Si Moyan.
With a piercing sound.
The long sword pierced through Wen Yan's back.
Wen Yan fell into Si Moyan's arms. She looked at him with red eyes, "Hubby, I'm sorry for how I treated you in the past. Now, I have finally returned my life to you!"
