Published: February 25, 2025
Xuan Yuan Rou looked at the blood continuously spilling from Tan Yun's hands, her eyes filled with tears of hatred.
Thinking of her father's death, her heart ached!
Seeing the man she believed had betrayed her, her heart ached even more!
And when she thought of her daughter, whose fate was uncertain, her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife!
Thinking of her daughter, whose fate was uncertain, made her heart twist in agony!
"Drip, drip—"
Tears flowed down Xuan Yuan Rou's face as she choked out, "I want to believe you too, I want to... I want to!"
"Fine, I believe it was an accident when you killed me back then! But how can you make me believe that my father didn’t die?"
"My father loved me so much; if he hadn’t died, why hasn’t he looked for me all these years? Until the spirit clan was massacred by you, I was killed by you, and my father never appeared!"
"Tan Yun, tell me, how can you make me believe you!"
As she cried, a flustered Xuan Yuan Rou suddenly thrust her sword forward!
At that moment, Tan Yun's next action caught Xuan Yuan Rou and everyone else by surprise.
Tan Yun suddenly let go of his grip, allowing the cold Heavenly Mysterious Ice Sword to pierce through his chest, accompanied by streams of blood!
Xuan Yuan Rou's eyes widened, tears pouring down like a fountain.
"Husband!"
"Tan Yun!"
"Brother-in-law!"
"Brother!"
Shen Subing, Ouyang Qianqian, Xue Ziyan, Zhen Ji, and Fang Zhiqing cried out in pain.
"I'm fine, you don't need to worry." Tan Yun’s face was terrifyingly pale; without turning back, he spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it onto Xuan Yuan Rou’s face.
Feeling the hot blood on her face, Xuan Yuan Rou trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks. She quivered her ruby lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.
Blood continued to pour from Tan Yun's mouth as he weakly said, "Rou'er, whether you believe it or not, there are some things I must tell you today."
"In the past, your father never thought about marrying you to me."
"On the eve of the wedding, he called me over to have a heart-to-heart talk..."
At this point, Tan Yun gazed deeply at Xuan Yuan Rou. "I didn't want to tell you these things because I was afraid you would be saddened by the truth about your father."
"Since it has come to this, I must tell you."
Xuan Yuan Rou wept as she asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Tan Yun's face grew even paler. "You will understand once you see for yourself."
With a wave of his right arm, a surge of Celestial Power gathered from the void, forming a memory image.
In the image, a seemingly kind old man and a handsome young man were drinking together.
The old man was Xuan Yuan Rou’s father, then the patriarch of the spirit clan.
The young man bore some resemblance to Tan Yun and was actually the Tan Yun from ten thousand years ago, known then as Jing Yi.
"Yi'er, tomorrow you will marry my precious daughter," the old man said with a kind smile. "After marriage, you must take good care of her!"
"Master, rest assured, I love Senior Sister more than I love myself," the young man said as he filled the old man's cup.
Then, raising his own cup in a toast, the old man drank it down, and the young man followed suit.
At the moment they drank, the young man’s expression changed dramatically. "Master, why did you poison my drink!"
The young man then fell to the ground, looking weak and in great pain.
"Why? Hahaha!" The old man's fierce nature revealed itself, "This patriarch knows you are a disaster; whoever is with you will not have a good end!"
"Did you really think I would marry my daughter to you? Dream on!"
"Also, don’t call me Master! Today I will let you die understanding!"
"If it weren’t for my desire to obtain your skills, do you think I would have accepted you as a disciple? If it weren’t for my daughter wanting to be with you, do you think I would agree to tomorrow's wedding?"
"The only reason I agreed is that I didn’t want my daughter to be sad, and that’s it!"