The world only knew that in order to resurrect his wife, Cangshu Bai was willing to climb mountains of blades and descend into seas of fire, gladly stepping into any danger.
He was a devoted fool who could overturn the world for one person. Everyone sighed at his ocean-deep love and praised his unregretful obsession. Even she had once foolishly believed that as long as she was sincere enough and reckless enough, she could eventually warm his frozen heart.
It was not until this moment that she understood to her very bones that his core was filled with nothing but ruthlessness.
No matter how much she did for him, even if she truly sacrificed herself for him, he wouldn't even furrow his brow.
Just as he had said, what did her feelings have to do with him?
Luo Qingniao suddenly understood the unwillingness she had seen in Hong Fu's eyes that day.
It was the despair of giving everything, yet receiving absolutely nothing in return.
She abruptly looked up, tears mixing with the dirt and blood on her face. Her voice was broken and mournful, pausing after every word.
Why... why can you give everything for a dead person, yet refuse to spare even a single glance at my sincerity?
Why is it that I love you with all my heart and soul, yet in your eyes, I am worse than dust?
Why... do I deserve to be trampled on by you like this, deserve to have my family ruined, deserve to be... worthless...
The last word was still stuck in her throat, only letting out half a trembling sound, when a faint, almost invisible black gleam silently swept past.
Luo Qingniao's voice came to an abrupt halt.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
She opened her tear-blurred eyes, her pupils still reflecting Cangshu Bai's cold and otherworldly face, full of unwillingness and brokenness.
The next moment, her neck twisted, her head tilted slightly, and she slowly fell to the ground.
A wisp of wind blew past, bringing the sound of the breeze, as if even the heavens pitied her, offering a belated, unanswered sigh.
Cangshu Bai, however, did not even bat an eyelid. He merely lowered his hand slowly, the wisp of murderous aura at his fingertips vanishing.
The Little Frost Fish drifted in the air, looking at its master with a hint of astonishment.
Its master was truly extraordinary. Whether man or woman, as long as it was someone who disgusted him, he would not show the slightest mercy.
It was as if in his eyes, the people in this world were only divided into three categories.
Those who deserved to die.
Those who could be used.
And the only one named Mu Ran.
Therefore, showing tenderness toward women was something that would only happen with its mistress.
Every time Cangshu Bai went on a killing spree, he would follow the principle of pulling up weeds by the roots. The cultivation world was just this cruel; there was no so-called order, and the only law was the survival of the fittest.
If one provoked someone they shouldn't have without absolute certainty, it was very common for an entire sect to be wiped out.
Cangshu Bai stood against the wind. Waiting for the killing intent on his body to recede, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
The Little Frost Fish was a step slow. Remembering that the last supreme treasure was in hand and there was hope for its mistress to awaken, it quickly followed him back to that realm.
Inside the small world, the water sparkled, and the years were peaceful and quiet, a stark contrast to the bloody hell outside.
Cangshu Bai walked step by step toward the jade bed he had guarded for a thousand years, his heartbeat uncharacteristically rapid.
A hundred years of waiting, traveling thousands of miles into danger, his hands stained with blood, all for this very moment.
But when he truly stood before the jade bed, the blood in his entire body froze in an instant.
The jade bed was completely empty.
There was no figure that he yearned for day and night, no person he had waited countless days and nights for, who would wake up and call him Jinzhi.
The moment he was sensed returning, a letter written in condensed water floated before his eyes.
She had left quite a few words, but only two words firmly occupied his gaze.
Divorce.
His fingertips, which had been slightly trembling just a moment ago because the treasures were gathered and they were about to reunite, now suddenly clenched tight. His knuckles turned white, the joints popping under the strain.
The air around him suddenly shrank, the lake surface sank violently, and the waves were pressed extremely low. Even the Little Frost Fish was too terrified to make a sound.
He did not roar in anger, nor did he go mad.
It was just that those silver eyes, usually as indifferent as snow, were now surging with an apocalyptic dark tide, which he forcefully suppressed in the deepest part of his eyes with his supreme cultivation.
The entire sparkling small world was trembling.
Fierce waves exploded on the lake surface, dense black cracks appeared in the sky, and the space was collapsing inch by inch.
The Little Frost Fish hid in a corner in fear, its scales trembling, not even daring to breathe heavily.
It had followed him for thousands of years, seen him crush dangerous realms, seen him slaughter sects, seen him as cold as ice, but it had never seen him look like this.
Cangshu Bai stood in the center of the collapsing heaven and earth, his black clothes snapping in the wind, his white hair dancing wildly. The murderous aura around him was almost going to completely crush this small world.
After a long time, a very light laugh rolled from his throat, Divorce...
The divorce letter she left behind shattered into splashing water drops, causing the already crumbling small world to shake violently and collapse a large section further.
The Little Frost Fish shuddered all over, wailing in despair in its heart.
Not good, not good at all.
The murderous aura surged around him; this was a sign of falling into demonic deviation.
This man was definitely going mad!
The sky was high and the clouds were pale. Pairs of little birds landed on the branches, the spring scenery just right.
Mu Ran rested her hands lightly on the windowsill, bathing in the warm sunlight. Her cheeks were slightly hot from the sun. She narrowed her eyes, watching the bustling scene of people coming and going on the street, even her fingertips exuding a lazy comfort.
Previously, as a wandering ghost, all she could feel was cold. Now, being able to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight was truly comfortable.
She had been sitting in this restaurant for quite a while now, still undecided on where to go next, so she simply stared blankly at the street scenery.
A shrill scream suddenly came from the middle of the street.
The crowd scattered in an uproar, dust flying. A hideous demonic beast overturned stalls, its fangs gleaming coldly, as it lunged at the panicked pedestrians.
Mu Ran's fingertips stirred with spiritual energy. Just as she was about to flip over and jump down from the windowsill, an azure figure descended from the sky a step ahead of her.
The young Daoist priest had a tall and straight posture, his robes fluttering lightly in the wind. The long sword in his hand was drawn for but a moment. A cold light flashed, and a clean, swift Daoist spell struck down.
The demonic beast did not even have time to let out a howl before it fell dead to the ground. In its pool of blood, bright red flowers bloomed instantly, quickly swallowing its corpse.
The frightened commoners around him thanked him repeatedly. Cultivators who were willing to help others were rare these days.
The Daoist priest merely nodded slightly, completely devoid of any arrogance.
He noticed the gaze from above and raised his face, looking toward the second floor of the restaurant.
Leaning against the windowsill was a girl watching the commotion. Dressed in a light green skirt, she was more vibrant and beautiful than the entire spring scenery downstairs.
The moment their eyes met, a look of surprise appeared on the Daoist priest's face.
The girl, however, curved her eyes into a smile. Propping herself up slightly against the windowsill, she waved at him cheerfully. Her emerald green hair ribbon and pitch-black hair fluttered gently in the wind together, agile and dazzling.
Long time no see, Daoist Priest Yue!
Yue Qingfeng also curled his lips into a smile. Miss Mu, long time no see.
