Chapter 108 | My Nemesis Ascended, What Do I Do?!

Shen Ningyan lay on the ground, bright red blood still soaking her tattered purple gown.

She stared blankly up at the sky, tears rolling down continuously to mix with the blood staining the corners of her lips.

“No... It's not like this...”

She murmured in a daze, desperately trying to deny it.

She wanted to carve the words Zhang Mingyuan had just spoken out of her mind.

How could Brother Mingyuan not love her?

How could he not have even a shred of romantic feelings for her?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible...

Scenes of the past flashed through her eyes like blooming epiphyllums.

Memories from three thousand years ago wrapped around her heart like thorns, squeezing tightly.

Back then, she was merely a rogue cultivator who had survived countless near-death experiences just to reach the peak of the Void Refining Stage.

In search of an opportunity to break through to the Body Integration Stage, she had gritted her teeth and ventured into the Void Land, a notoriously perilous place in the Xuanling Realm.

It was filled with violent, chaotic currents of laws, where a single misstep would result in her death and the dissipation of her Dao.

Luck was not on her side. As soon as she penetrated deep into the heart of the region, she was surrounded by Void Nightmare Beasts.

Those monsters specialized in devouring spiritual energy and divine sense. Having exhausted all her trump cards and even detonating her only defensive magic treasures, she remained hopelessly trapped in a fatal deadlock.

At the very moment her spiritual energy ran dry and she closed her eyes in despair to await death—

A brilliantly dazzling sword light brutally tore through the endless darkness.

Like a deity stepping through illusion, that man descended into her world.

Clad in green robes, his sword energy surged like a rainbow, reducing the terrifying nightmare beasts to ashes as he laughed and chatted.

At that time, Zhang Mingyuan was already the Saint Son of the Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground, a mighty powerhouse of the Body Integration Stage, radiating dazzling brilliance at the peak of his power.

But back then, she had no idea who he was.

She only knew that this man was incredibly kind. Not only did he save her, but upon noticing her tattered clothes and ruined treasures, he casually threw a few defensive magic treasures her way.

“Tsk, how does someone in the Void Refining Stage dare to barge in here? Do you think you're the protagonist?” “Geez... You don't even have a decent magic treasure. Take these for self-defense, lest you end up dead in a moment.”

His tone was casual and strange, not particularly pleasant to hear, but to her at the time, it was the only piece of burning warmth and care she had ever received in this world.

After that, he led her as they fought their way through the Void Land, eventually finding the ultimate treasure nurtured by that perilous land—the Disillusionment Dao Seed.

He split that incredible fortune—something even old monsters of the Mahayana Stage would covet—right down the middle, giving her half without even blinking.

After leaving the Void Land, they parted ways.

Only after asking around did Shen Ningyan finally learn—

That “approachable” savior of hers was actually the high and mighty Saint Son of Qingyun Heaven.

At that moment, a seed of admiration took root frantically in her heart, growing into an obsession that blotted out the sun.

Relying on that half of the Disillusionment Dao Seed, she went into secluded cultivation and finally broke through to the Body Integration Stage.

Believing she finally possessed the right to stand by his side, she began to pursue him all over the world, clinging to him like a moth to a flame.

Later, she learned that Brother Mingyuan had a nemesis whom he had fought for thousands of years—Su Jinxue of the Myriad Snow Palace Sacred Ground.

Time and again, she witnessed the two of them fighting so fiercely that the heavens and earth grew dark. On several occasions, her heart ached so much that she wanted to draw her sword to assist him, only to be harshly driven away by Zhang Mingyuan:

“Get lost! Don't get in my way!”

Although those words sounded harsh, she knew that Brother Mingyuan was only worried that her cultivation was insufficient, and that she would get hurt if she joined the fray...

Because in her eyes, although Brother Mingyuan was always sharp-tongued, he was soft-hearted deep down.

Brother Mingyuan always pretended to keep her at a distance, yet he would rather face that vicious woman alone than allow her to be affected in the slightest...

He was risking his life to protect her...

Not only that, but as the Saint Son, Brother Mingyuan possessed immense wealth and always had some rare treasures on hand.

Whenever he saw her staring at them with sparkling eyes, Brother Mingyuan would shove the items into her arms with an impatient look:

“Take these things and get lost! I don't have the slightest interest in you, understand?”

She still remembered how happily she had smiled back then, her heart as sweet as honey.

Brother Mingyuan knew she lacked a solid foundation, so he proactively gifted her treasures without her even having to ask.

Brother Mingyuan was just a tsundere!

He always pretended not to care, but deep down, he was probably madly concerned...

Otherwise, why would Brother Mingyuan always look like he was gritting his teeth in frustration whenever he faced her?

The scenes of memory slowly shattered in the setting sun of Mount Mu...

Shen Ningyan remained lying there, letting her tears burst through the floodgates.

“Brother Mingyuan... You clearly treated me so well in the past...”

“You must have a hidden reason for saying such heartless words today, right?”

Her beautiful purple eyes stared blankly at the sky. She seemed to be speaking to Zhang Mingyuan, yet also talking to herself.

Looking at her vacant, dazed eyes, Zhang Mingyuan let out a deep sigh.

“Let's go. Time to head back.”

As his voice fell, the Xiyue Sword stabbed in the ground nearby transformed into a streak of light and returned to Su Jinxue.

Watching Shen Ningyan lie on the ground looking completely broken, a trace of pity flashed through Bai Lumian's eyes.

“Are we just going to leave her like this?”

“Let's go. She is a Red Dust Immortal, she will be fine,” Zhang Mingyuan said.

The Heavenly Dao's avatar and Lingxuzi exchanged glances and sighed in unison.

This debt of romance was truly harder to cross than the Nine Heavens Tribulation Lightning.

“Let's go, Wife,” Zhang Mingyuan said, looking at Su Jinxue beside him and reaching out to take her hand.

Unexpectedly, Su Jinxue shifted her body slightly, dodging his hand.

Zhang Mingyuan was bewildered.

Su Jinxue merely glanced at him sideways, her red eyes cold and devoid of warmth.

“Zhang Mingyuan.”

“This seat will give you one chance to clean up this mess.”

“Otherwise, you will sleep outside the mountain gate tonight.”

Having said that, she let out a cold snort, her mouth pouting unhappily.

Then, she lightly waved her delicate hand. The power of the extreme cold frost surged violently, sweeping up the other three people before she shattered space and departed.