Chapter 47
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Chapter 47: Title
"Release the immobilization spell first."
After the kiss ended, with warmth lingering in the air, Mu Huaiyun spoke his first words.
Ye Qingshang felt a throbbing headache and deep helplessness. How had this happened? She’d sincerely tried to soothe him, yet ended up entangled herself while his phoenix-like temper seemed to flare?
Mu Huaiyun exhaled deeply. "The spells weigh on me. It’s uncomfortable." Before finishing, he covered his face with a cough.
His heart vein injury appeared grave. Half-kneeling to support him, Ye Qingshang said, "One incense stick’s time has passed without disturbance atop the tower. The demons won’t stir now. I’ll take you down immediately."
The Sparrow Prison Tower stood near Yunshan Sect. Mu Huaiyun had spotted the tower’s damaged peak upon exiting seclusion and rushed to aid. Now wounded, he needed swift return to Yunshan Sect for treatment.
As Ye Qingshang helped him stand, a soft chuckle reached her ears. He murmured, "Qingshang."
Thinking she misheard, she turned in surprise. "What did you call me?"
Patiently, he repeated, "Qingshang." After a pause, he added, "Do you like this name?"
This time she heard clearly—his call sweet as honeyed syrup, lingering pleasantly. She smiled involuntarily. "I do. Anything from you, I cherish. Is Ah Yun’s mood brighter now? No longer cross with me?"
"Mn. Your confession… that you cherish me… it gladdens me. As for the past…"
He broke off abruptly, brow furrowing. His face paled instantly, a distressing sight.
"Ah Yun?" Ye Qingshang scanned him anxiously. Assuming his heart vein injury worsened, she channeled spiritual power to probe—only to meet resistance within his meridians.
Without warning, a voice echoed through Mu Huaiyun’s mind.
"Ye Qingshang."
It trembled as it called her name—utterly unlike its warning tone four years prior in Divine Hall. Yet Ye Qingshang recognized it instantly: the voice’s timbre, its cadence…
It mirrored precisely the Mu Huaiyun from her past life!
She’d deliberately buried unpleasant memories after rebirth. Now she realized she should’ve recognized that familiar voice from the start.
"You are… Mu Huaiyun?"
Communicating within his mind felt surreal; posing the question deepened the strangeness.
It defied reason. Past lives should vanish—this Mu Huaiyun differed entirely. Why would his past self’s voice surface now?
The voice held a hint of pleasure, admitting freely, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Mu Huaiyun felt discomfort seeping through his limbs. Had he been able to project thoughts, the clash of past and present voices would surely have worsened Ye Qingshang’s headache.
Though already pained, she asked, "Why are you here?"
Her question carried evasion, even guilt—she’d never revealed her rebirth. Now her past-life Mu Huaiyun had ambushed her unprepared.
The voice lingered in silence before redirecting, "Ye Qingshang… are you content? Is this life what you sought?"
"What do you mean?" Had she misheard? Her past-life Mu Huaiyun… concerned for her?
Receiving no direct answer, the voice sighed, dejected. "Never mind. My time dwindles… we end here. Would you know the truth of your rebirth? I can unveil it."
"Yet… I’ve waited long. After today… could you… remember me…?"
Remember? Bewildered, Ye Qingshang sought clarification—but the voice vanished as if withdrawn. Then blinding white light stabbed her temples. Shaking her head against the agony, waves of dizziness overwhelmed her.
Resistance failed. She sank into depths of slumber.
Upon waking, she seemed no longer in Sparrow Prison Tower. Her surroundings wavered, unreal. Aching, she shifted and strained to discern her location—her gaze catching two blurred figures in the distance.
Under the shade of trees, two figures stood at a distance, their faces indistinct. From afar, they appeared to be teenagers, about fourteen or fifteen years old—a boy and a girl standing quietly.
Ye Qingshang strained to see more clearly, but her spiritual power seemed restricted here. No matter how hard she focused, it proved useless. With no other choice, she walked closer.
As she neared, the surroundings grew clearer. She stood in a vast plaza where no one else was present except her and the two distant figures.
The plaza, the tree shade—Ye Qingshang felt this scene was familiar, yet her thoughts remained tangled, and she couldn’t recall why.
Then she saw the boy’s face clearly.
Deep-set eyes, a straight nose, pale lips…
His lips pressed together lightly, his gaze lowered in a look she knew all too well.
The girl spoke first, her breath unsteady. "I don’t know you. Are you from the Yunshan Sect?"
The boy didn’t answer, keeping his eyes fixed on her.
The girl continued, "Why are you here? Were you waiting for me?"
After a pause, the boy finally looked up. But his words clashed with his refined appearance: "Let’s fight."
"What?" The girl’s cool expression twisted in rare surprise.
Her face mirrored Ye Qingshang’s perfectly, only younger—her fifteen-year-old self.
Ye Qingshang rushed between them. "Forgive my interruption," she said.
No one responded.
Though she stood squarely between them, their gazes remained locked, utterly ignoring her as they continued a conversation she remembered from her past life.
"A fight? I’ve just exhausted most of my spiritual power in the Illusionary Battle Arena. I can’t possibly fight you now."
"If not today, then tomorrow. Either way, you must agree."
"Hmph… How tedious."
Ye Qingshang raised a hand to wave before their eyes, but the girl turned to leave first—walking right through her body as if she weren’t there.
Ye Qingshang’s eyes widened. A terrifying thought struck her.
