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It was all like a nightmare, but nightmares end, but reality doesn't.

That palm strike caused Tang Shijiu's blood and qi to churn, and she coughed up mouthfuls of blood, as if her internal organs had been displaced. She was then limply lifted and carried on someone's shoulder.

The world spun around, everything changed. Nothing was the same anymore.

The disciples of Lingsu Mountain rushed up Xiaoyao Manor. Even though cultivators are not easy to kill and few people were injured, she still saw that the most reckless and strong junior brother Lin was nailed to a tree.

Master Ningyin stood on the martial arts platform, sword in hand, the cold wind blowing her robes, making her appear as ethereal as a fairy.

Nineteen felt she wasn't human, but a demon. Anything ethereal and beautiful was never good, just like the person carrying her now—exquisitely beautiful, yet utterly wicked.

Xie Dongsheng was helped out of the inner hall by Gu Yan. Gu Yan looked at him evasively, and no words were needed. Everyone understood.

With her longsword pointed at Xie Dongsheng's heart, Ningyin trembled as she uttered two words: "Ge Yang".

"Ah Yin, it's been over ten years, you've changed a lot." Xie Dongsheng's face was ashen as he sat in a grand chair, clearly badly injured. "And you, you came to take my life for the Tuanfu Heart Sutra?"

Tianxiu sneered silently. If we're talking about those who truly understand the mental cultivation method, Tang Shijiu should be the most knowledgeable. No further evidence is needed; his rapid progress alone is enough to demonstrate the immense benefits of that method.

Ningyin straightened her longsword and solemnly said, "Ge Yang has harmed the martial world, and eliminating this scourge is the consistent practice of Lingsu Mountain."

“Harm…” Xie Dongsheng coughed a few times and said sarcastically, “May I ask, nun, what have I done to make people in the martial arts world so hostile toward me?”

Ningyin's eyes flickered, her long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she gently bit her lower lip.

Xie Dongsheng suddenly sighed: "I had no idea that our chance encounter back then would lead you to have such thoughts. If I had known, if I had known I would hurt you like this, I should have told you as soon as we met, or perhaps I should never have met you at all."

His words were extremely ambiguous; though unclear, they caused an uproar among those around him. Many Ling Su disciples were discussing among themselves, wondering if their master had led a group of people to Xiaoyao Manor in such a complicated way just to see this person who seemed to be his former lover?

Ningyin never expected him to reveal her feelings, which she had kept hidden for more than ten years, in public like this. She was so angry that she trembled all over: "Nonsense!"

With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his longsword toward Xie Dongsheng's heart.

Gu Yan's face showed a hint of panic, while Ning Yin's lips curled into a smile of pleasure.

He was wounded and poisoned, yet with a single sword strike, he could wash away nearly twenty years of humiliation. Although they had only met by chance that day, the young Ningyin, experiencing her first stirrings of love, fell deeply in love with him. Her upbringing was simple; she had almost no contact with the opposite sex, and naturally harbored special feelings for this young swordsman, skilled in martial arts and not particularly wicked. Ningyin, with her fiery temper from a young age, acted decisively. Knowing her sect forbade it, she eloped with Ge Yang after parting ways, only to be captured and brought back halfway. After a reprimand from her master, she learned that the lover she thought of and dreamed of already had a childhood sweetheart, a figure universally acknowledged throughout the martial world!

She hated it! The young and ignorant Ningyin had spoken out against her master and insisted on going down the mountain to find Ge Yang and get to the bottom of things.

Having secretly defeated her senior brother who was guarding her, she descended the mountain again to find Ge Yang. She didn't encounter Ge Yang, but instead met Xi Yan. The fiery-tempered Ning Yin, without a word, immediately attacked. However, how could a young girl like her be a match for a renowned heroine of the martial world? Xi Yan, known for her eccentric behavior and ruthless attacks, showed no mercy, beating Ning Yin half to death. She was barely saved by her master, only to be told that she might be infertile in the future.

How can a woman who cannot bear children be considered a real woman?

She hated! She hated Xi Yan to the core, and she hated Ge Yang even more for making her fall in love!

Tang Shijiu saw the long sword piercing towards his master's heart, and he trembled all over. He tried his best to shout out, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Just as the longsword was about to pierce Qiu Hong's abdomen and chest, Xie Dongsheng suddenly reached out and flicked Qiu Hong gently.

"Who told you I was poisoned?" Xie Dongsheng's eyes, which had been listless just moments before, suddenly brightened. He slowly stood up from his chair, looked at Ningyin who was in a daze, gently flipped his wrist, and smiled at Gu Yan who was equally astonished. "My dear disciple, don't you know that the creator of this poison is none other than your master?"

Chapter Sixty-Five: Reversal

This turn of events happened suddenly. The sickly, poisoned patient suddenly stood up, full of energy as if nothing was wrong, which startled everyone. Ningyin's longsword was blocked, and she stood there stunned, unable to utter a word. Gu Yan's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, her face covered in tears.

Nineteen found it ironic that these tears came so easily, more obedient than her son's.

Xie Dongsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his usual lazy and tired demeanor gone. His eyes were sharp as lightning, and he faintly displayed the demeanor of a master. Tang Shijiu, Tianxiu, Tianshu, and other juniors had never seen Ge Yang's former glory, but Ningyin was deeply moved. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, she seemed to have returned to her teenage years, and that tall and elegant young man had become a painting in her mind.

Xie Dongsheng glanced at Tianxiu and slowly said, "Put your junior sister down." His voice was calm and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable power. Ningyin glanced sideways at Tianxiu, pondering how much of a chance she had of winning if she joined forces with this young man in brocade robes.

Tianxiu lowered her eyes, avoiding Xie Dongsheng's gaze. After a short while, she raised her eyes and asked with a gentle smile, "Uncle-Master, it's been at least ten years since you've had a proper fight with anyone, hasn't it?"

Xie Dongsheng raised an eyebrow: "As expected of my junior brother, a hero emerges from among the young."

His statement was undoubtedly a challenge to Xie Dongsheng, and Xie Dongsheng's response showed that he would not back down.

Tianxiu didn't continue the conversation, but instead looked at Ningyin and smiled, "Master, don't be afraid before you even start. I was fortunate enough to have practiced the first half of the Tuanfu Heart Sutra, and I know the dangers of improper practice. Uncle Xie, is your seclusion in the mountains out of guilt, or because you've gone mad and can't fight others?"

His lips curled slightly upward, but his eyes were cold and icy. Tang Shijiu saw it clearly and felt a chill in her heart. Every time Tian Xiu showed that smile, she felt a nameless fear.

Tianxiu said, "The Tang family has no good intentions toward the Tuanfu Heart Sutra. My master has probably been coveting the Tang Clan's exclusive poisonous scripture for a long time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing to be like Lü Buwei, putting a green hat on his own head for nothing."

Xie Dongsheng remained expressionless, but a muscle on his face twitched uncontrollably. Ningyin took a step back, her lips slightly parted, as if a precious dream had been shattered.

It was as if a heavy hammer had struck her heart. Tang Shijiu looked at Xie Dongsheng in disbelief, then at Tianxiu, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and became more and more incredulous.

This must all be a dream; none of this can be real.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them, everything would be back to normal. Tianxiu was still that carefree, flirtatious playboy, and her master was still that reclusive sage, a simple old man content with a pot of tea every day.

Everything was different. Those people she knew so well, those she was closest to, had all changed in a single day. When her master apologized to her parents, when he spoke of atonement, she vaguely felt that he was truly a good person. After all, it was her mother who had wronged him first, and besides, her master had only spoken in anger, having raised her for seventeen years. However… however… if her master had personally sent her mother away, like a gift, like a transaction, it would have been a completely different scene.

Tang Shijiu stared intently at Xie Dongsheng, her eyes wide, as if she wanted to burn a hole in his face.

That unwilling, incredulous look made Xie Dongsheng unable to meet his gaze. He looked away and said softly, "Nineteen, the thing I regret most in my life is not cherishing your mother properly."

Tang Shijiu opened her mouth, but her pressure points had been acupunctured, rendering her unable to utter a single word. It was fortunate she had been acupunctured; otherwise, she wouldn't know what to say. Should she unleash a torrent of curses, or burst into tears?

Her face was already soaked with tears. She never knew how to hide her feelings or control herself, and she would often burst into tears like a fool.

She's always been a fool. She can never see the true faces of those closest to her, those she loves most. The secrets Shen Yun talks about, the secrets of her master, were all told to her by others.

However, she now prefers not to know, not to know that her parents and master had such a feud, and not to know that the other side of the moon is so dirty, uneven, and ugly.

A delicate hand gently and tenderly wiped away her tears. Tianxiu's voice, both bewildering and cold, said, "Nineteen, don't cry. I'll let you watch closely as I kill this old dog and avenge your mother. Are you happy?"

Xie Dongsheng frowned and said, "I have no grudge against you, why do you hate me so much? Where is your master? Tell him to come out."