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The centennial celebration of Lingxiao Pavilion was in full swing, with the sound of bells ringing and clouds swirling. Disciples from various peaks gathered in the main square, and even the elders who usually secluded themselves emerged to witness the grand occasion. I stood at the back of the crowd, trying to minimize my presence, hoping that this celebration would end swiftly.
However, fate had other plans.
Just as the sect leader began to deliver an impassioned speech about the glorious future of Lingxiao Pavilion, a chilling and terrifying pressure descended from the sky without warning! It felt as if it came from the depths of the Nine Nether, cold and domineering, impossible to resist, enveloping the entire square in an instant. The weaker disciples collapsed to the ground, while even several powerful elders turned pale, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The sky darkened, and a massive black flying ship, shrouded in ominous demonic energy, broke through the clouds and hovered above the square. At the bow stood a tall figure with hands clasped behind his back. His dark robe billowed without wind, his face obscured in shadow, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, cold and piercing as they scanned the panicked crowd below.
"Nine Nether Manor... Li Ye Jin!" someone stammered out the name, their voice filled with dread.
Nine Nether Manor! That mysterious force operating outside all righteous sects, whose actions were both just and unjust, with unfathomable power! And Li Ye Jin was its master—a figure known for his ruthless decisiveness and unparalleled cultivation! How could he suddenly appear here?
The sect leader forced himself to remain calm and stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting. "We did not expect the esteemed master to grace us with your presence. I apologize for our lack of proper welcome; please forgive us." His voice trembled slightly despite his efforts to sound composed.
Li Ye Jin did not acknowledge him; his cold gaze slowly shifted until it landed squarely on me.
In that instant, I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cavern, my body stiffening. His gaze seemed capable of piercing through flesh to stare into my very soul, carrying a raw scrutiny and... disdain?
"Lingxiao Pavilion is truly becoming more ambitious," Li Ye Jin finally spoke, his voice deep and magnetic yet laced with a chilling aura. "You dare keep such a tainted counterfeit within your doors?"
Counterfeit? Tainted? Was he referring to me? Because I resembled Shangguan Ningxue?
I felt all eyes turn toward me—shock, contempt, schadenfreude... I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms.
The sect leader's expression changed dramatically as if he suddenly understood something. He hurriedly said, "Master, please calm your anger! This girl may resemble Sister Shangguan in appearance, but she is—"
"This Seat has no interest in her background," Li Ye Jin interrupted him with an undeniable tone. "This girl—This Seat will take her."
What?!
I looked up in shock to meet his icy gaze. He wanted to take me? Why?
The sect leader exchanged glances with several elders; after a brief hesitation, they all bowed deeply. "Since the master requires her, Lingxiao Pavilion will certainly comply. For Ye Xichen to serve you is her fortune."
Fortune? I felt as if struck by lightning, unable to believe what I was hearing from those elders who usually acted so dignified. They were so easily handing me over? Treating me—a “waste,” a “disaster”—as if I were merely an item to be given away?
I instinctively glanced toward Bai Jingshu in the crowd. He stood there pale-faced, brow furrowed with struggle and pain; yet in the end, he simply avoided my gaze and lowered his head slightly.
In that moment, the last flicker of light within me was extinguished.
Two disciples clad in Nine Nether Manor uniforms appeared beside me like phantoms, each gripping one of my arms with such force that I could not break free. They dragged me step by step toward the ominous Black Flying Ship. Despair washed over me like a tide; I didn’t even have the strength to cry out for help.
The flying ship slowly ascended into the sky, Lingxiao Pavilion and those familiar faces growing farther away until they finally vanished behind the clouds. My sect, my fellow disciples, my senior brother... just like that, they abandoned me.
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