Chapter 499
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Chapter 499: Please Save Me
Master Ronghua.
The Nalan family.
Yin-Yang practitioners.
These words swirled in Nalan Qingshu’s mind, momentarily halting her thoughts.
She was indeed part of the Nalan family, but her understanding of it was minimal. Her mother had never taken her back, nor spoken of their history. As for Yin-Yang practitioners, she had only read about them in ancient texts—a mystical sect long thought extinct, their ways incompatible with traditional Taoism.
Master Ronghua spoke calmly, his tone filled with authority.
“It’s not surprising you don’t know. You’re a half-demon, not human. Your mother couldn’t have taught you the art of Yin and Yang, no matter your talent. Rules are rules—they cannot be broken.”
Nalan Qingshu turned her gaze toward the raging fires consuming Qingyang City. Her voice trembled as she muttered, “You’re not an Onmyoji. You’re a demonic cultivator…”
“The art itself is neutral; morality is imposed by humans,” Master Ronghua retorted with a sneer. “To demons, I may be evil, but what’s the difference between me and the Mohists? Wang Ran sowed chaos in Liu State, and Yuan Tianjian destroyed Ba State. Compared to their cruelty, my methods are tame. I’m merely seizing the flames to cleanse this city.”
Arguing with him felt meaningless. Nalan Qingshu merely stared at him, bloodshot eyes brimming with rage.
“Did you have a hand in my father’s death?” she demanded, her voice trembling.
“What really happened back then?”
Master Ronghua let out a cold, disdainful laugh.
“You think I’ll tell you?”
“Are you afraid of the pleas of a dying woman?”
“You are no mere human. You are Bi Fang,” Master Ronghua snapped. “Your father must have been mad to marry Bi Fang and sire a half-demon child. Nalan Jinghuai’s fate was sealed by her own foolishness—sitting too high, growing inflexible, and abandoning her ties to the Nalan family. She even discarded the study of Yin and Yang. What else could she expect?”
He stepped closer to the lotus pond, scooping up a handful of its dark, viscous water.
“I could tell you more about your mother, but what’s the point? Knowing more will only deepen your pain. Since you’ve come to Qingyang City, you must be ready to reunite with your parents. Though I detest the bloodline in your veins, we share a sliver of kinship. I’ll allow you to pass peacefully.”
The water dripped from his fingers as he nodded, his tone almost mocking.
“Perhaps your arrival brings a greater harvest than usual. Memories pale in comparison to living souls. Even if they lose themselves a thousand times, their emotions remain raw, unyielding.”
Nalan Qingshu’s hands clenched into trembling fists. Her hatred boiled over, yet her powerlessness left her paralyzed.
Master Ronghua’s voice was unrelenting, his tone detached and cruel.
“I am curious, though. Why come to Qingyang City now, three years after your mother’s death? Did she not leave you strategies to survive? Surely, Bi Fang’s resurgence could’ve waited decades.”
He laughed mockingly.
“Your boldness is either admirable or foolish. Alone, you braved the Ba State and entered this cursed city, but your skills are laughably inadequate. Even if Bi Fang regains power decades from now, your actions now prove you are nothing like your mother. You have no hope of vengeance or restoration.”
He leaned in, his mask concealing his glee.
“Do you regret it? Do you now see how precious life is?”
Nalan Qingshu’s jaw tightened as tears welled in her eyes. She hated him, hated the burden she carried, and hated her own helplessness.
How could she die now, without knowing the truth?
Without avenging her parents?
Without freeing the tormented souls of Qingyang City?
She gritted her teeth and refused to speak. Master Ronghua sneered, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her into the lotus pond.
The water was icy, dark, and bottomless. She sank deeper, her movements sluggish, her breaths short.
Alone, descending into the abyss, her regrets, rage, and sorrow began to dissolve.
A bitter smile curved her lips.
In the end, she was just a weak girl. Her tiny hands could grasp nothing—not past happiness, not her loved ones, not even her own life.
What is Bi Fang? What is vengeance? What is this so-called great cause?
She didn’t understand, nor did she want to.
“I just want to go home,” she thought bitterly, “even if it means dying in my homeland. Why is even that denied to me?”
As her body sank, she reached out, desperate. Her soul screamed silently.
I don’t want to die…
Not like this…
Someone, please… save me!
Master Ronghua stood by, unmoved. He dismissed her struggle, already imagining the power he would wield.
But fate is not so easily controlled.
A golden light streaked across Qingyang City.
The earth shook violently, splitting the air with a force that defied comprehension.
The cries of the abyss echoed louder now, like a bell tolling in the heavens.
A meteor burned bright, tearing through the palace, a harbinger of salvation.
