NFBE Chapter 269 Stay
Chapter 269 Stay
Ye Qianqian's legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground. Her eyes were empty and unfocused, staring blankly into the distance. Her mind was a complete blank; all thoughts and emotions had been drained away in that moment, leaving only endless darkness and despair to gnaw at her.
If she wasn't mistaken, she should be in that world...
"That's right, you died. But now you've been resurrected and returned to the world of cultivation," Fusang said casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
Ye Qianqian suddenly looked up, quickly stood up, and thrust her sword at Fusang without hesitation.
"Click"
The sword shattered, and a divine force instantly pressed down on Ye Qianqian's shoulder, forcing her to kneel on the ground, unable to move.
"Don't resist." A sharp golden light flashed in Fusang's eyes as she grasped the crimson flame in her hand. The flame went out, and Xie Wan Ning's fortune in this life was completely absorbed by her.
Ye Qianqian struggled to lift her head, looked at Fusang, and questioned through gritted teeth, "Fusang, I have completed the task you assigned me. Even Xie Wanning, I have already killed her as you requested. Why are you keeping me here? Let me go back."
“You can’t go back, Ye Qianqian. Your body has grown cold in that world; you can never return.” Fusang shook her head slightly, a glint of excitement in her eyes: “As for why I won’t let you go back, it’s because you still have value.”
Fusang looked at her empty hand, feeling the lingering warmth on it, and a look of displeasure flashed in her eyes: "Not enough, far from enough. This little bit of luck is not enough. So, Ye Qianqian, you have to do it again and let me get more luck."
Ye Qianqian felt an intense pain in her heart, as if her heart had shattered into countless pieces.
She can't go back? How could that be! She clearly completed all her tasks, and she did everything in her power to try and get a chance to go back.
"You must have a way, Fusang, let me go back!" Ye Qianqian stood up, her eyes filled with resentment.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life. You've already ended in that world, Ye Qianqian."
"No, I'm not Ye Qianqian, I'm Ye Ying. This isn't the world I belong in. Let me go home." Ye Qianqian struggled to her feet and slowly moved towards Fusang.
Fusang frowned impatiently and said, word by word, "You are Ye Qianqian. Whether it is Ye Ying or Ye Ying, they no longer exist. You can only be Ye Qianqian, the junior sister of Qingyun Sect."
"Fusang, you went back on your word! You forcibly kept me in this world, what's the difference between that and human trafficking?" Ye Qianqian looked at Fusang angrily, her eyes filled with murderous intent: "You deserve to die."
Fusang clicked his tongue lightly, and with a flick of his wrist, a divine sword appeared in his hand. He casually flicked his wrist, and the divine sword was drawn, its blade aimed at Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian was suddenly jolted, fear spreading throughout her body.
Suddenly, she smiled.
"Come on! Anyway, I can't go anywhere, and I don't want to stay in this cultivation world anymore. Fusang, if you have the guts, kill me." Ye Qianqian sneered, her lips trembling slightly, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, and the tense muscles on her face shaking uncontrollably.
Although fear made it difficult for her to face the sword's edge so close at hand, the despair in her heart made her raise her head and not run away.
She can't go back; she can never return to the world she belonged to. She was just a homeless person, without dreams, without family, she had nothing left. So, what was there left to care about?
The divine sword flew swiftly towards Ye Qianqian, piercing her heart in an instant.
"puff!"
Despite the excruciating pain, Ye Qianqian forced a smile. At least, she could leave this cultivation world that she loathed.
However, she did not die.
The divine sword detached from her body, yet she could still breathe, and the wound faintly glowed with golden light.
"Want to do it again?" Fusang said coldly.
Ye Qianqian looked at her body in disbelief: "Why am I alright?"
Fusang raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly sheathed the divine sword: "Because this is my world. Your life and death are naturally in my control."
Suddenly, the world spun before her eyes, and Ye Qianqian collapsed to her knees, utterly exhausted.
"Ye Qianqian, accept your fate. Don't resist anymore. Stay here and continue helping me complete my mission." Fusang approached Ye Qianqian step by step, smiling as he said, "Still trying to escape? Where can you go? Oh, there's something I must remind you of. Since I have the ability to send you back to your original world, I can naturally leave that world freely. In that world, there should be people who are very important to you, like your parents and friends. I can help you with all of them..."
"Enough!" Ye Qianqian shouted angrily.
This cry seemed to have exhausted all her strength and courage. Tears welled up in her eyes before falling like beads from a broken string. She clutched her hair tightly with both hands, curled up into a ball, and cried louder and louder.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qianqian stopped crying. She stood up, her eyes unusually cold, and said indifferently, "I know what to do."
"That's good. So, the next rebirth is about to begin."
Ye Qianqian nodded blankly, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
Ye Qianqian is the junior sister of the Qingyun Sect. She has no other identity.
Xie Wanning finally finished reading Ye Qianqian's memories. She sighed softly, a sense of sympathy welling up inside her.
They are all unfortunate people persecuted by the laws of nature. Xie Wanning did not want to comment further.
Xie Wanning couldn't remember that Ye Qianqian had killed her. However, she remembered that every time she was on the verge of death and fell into a coma, she would wake up at Qingyun Sect, and Yan Ze would claim that he had saved her.
It seems that all of this was a lie.
Xie Wanning searched and searched until she finally left Ye Qianqian's memory and returned to her own consciousness.
Xie Wanxun stood in the consciousness space, covering her head and frowning slightly.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Xie Wanning asked worriedly as she stepped forward.
"It's nothing. I was just trapped in Ye Qianqian's chaotic memories, and I have a bit of a headache after I got out. By the way, Ye Qianqian is over there. If you have any questions, go ask her as soon as possible. I'll go now, my head still hurts a little."
"Then you should rest well."
After Xie Wanning finished speaking, she turned and walked towards Ye Qianqian.
But Ye Qianqian's eyes were vacant, staring blankly ahead.
"Ye Qianqian? Ye Qianqian!" Xie Wanning stood in front of Ye Qianqian and waved, calling out Ye Qianqian's name loudly, but Ye Qianqian did not react.
She shook Ye Qianqian hard, but still got no response.
Xie Wanning tried various methods to wake Ye Qianqian, but she couldn't get Ye Qianqian to move at all.
"Her condition is very strange." Xie Wanxun suddenly appeared behind Xie Wanning, startling Xie Wanning so much that she almost lost her footing.
What exactly happened to her?
Xie Wanxun reached out, and a wisp of Netherfire flew into Ye Qianqian's body.
“In my opinion, Ye Qianqian’s condition is similar to that of a demon. Back then, I was controlled by my inner demons and my soul was dormant, but now Ye Qianqian’s soul is very scattered, like a carrier pigeon flying blindly, not gathering together at all.” Xie Wanxun helplessly spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: “It’s a very strange symptom, no different from having one’s soul extracted.”
Dispersion? Gathering? Detachment?
Xie Wanning lowered her head and pondered deeply, gradually forming an idea.
She leaned closer to Ye Qianqian and called out clearly, "Ye Ying, wake up!"