50: Chapter 50 Heavenly Water Holy Land! That bitch isn't dead?

Southern Wasteland Region, Tianshui Holy Land.

This was a collection of celestial palaces floating above the Nine Heavens, wreathed in clouds and mist, where Auspicious Beasts galloped, and Spiritual Qi was so dense it almost fell as liquid droplets.

As the only Soul Transformation level power in the Southern Wasteland Region, Tianshui Holy Land looked down upon all living beings and was worshipped by hundreds of millions of Cultivators.

At this moment, within the inner Sect of the Holy Land, inside an extremely luxurious Saintess palace.

Bang!

A priceless ten-thousand-year cold jade teacup was smashed heavily onto the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Not dead?! She actually isn't dead?!"

A woman dressed in magnificent palace attire, with exquisite makeup but a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, had a twisted expression, her eyes filled with disbelief and venom.

She was the current Tianshui Holy Maiden, Murong Xue (over 200 years old, Golden Core Middle Stage).

Although well-maintained and looking no more than thirty, compared to the youthful and supremely talented Ye Qingcheng from back then, she was nothing but a mediocre talent who had ascended through seniority and schemes.

Back then, Ye Qingcheng had been named Saintess while only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, basking in infinite glory and leaving her, this Senior Sister, unable to catch her breath.

Jealousy drove her mad.

Therefore, she colluded with her lover, the Tianshui Holy Land head Disciple, Zhao Wuji.

She even used her body to bribe an Elder with real power, and together they set a trap, slandering Ye Qingcheng for colluding with the Demonic Path and stealing precious treasures.

This led to Ye Qingcheng being stripped of her Saintess position and expelled from the Sect.

"Zhao Wuji! Get in here!"

Murong Xue shouted sharply.

Soon, a man dressed in white, appearing suave but with sinister eyes, hurried in. It was none other than the Tianshui Holy Land head Disciple, Zhao Wuji (Golden Core Late Stage).

"Xue'er, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Zhao Wuji tried to approach and embrace her with a fawning smile.

"Get lost!"

Murong Xue shoved him away and slammed the communication talisman from the Ziyang Sect onto his face: "Look for yourself! The Ziyang Sect is asking for help! They say that bitch Ye Qingcheng has appeared in Qingshi Town! And she has even joined the Demonic Path Hehuan Sect!"

"Didn't you swear to me that you had already killed that bitch?! That you had even disposed of the body?! What is going on?! Is she a ghost or something?!"

Zhao Wuji took the communication talisman and looked at it, his face instantly turning pale.

"This... this is impossible..."

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his eyes darted around.

At the time, Murong Xue had indeed told him to dispose of the severely injured and unconscious Ye Qingcheng to cut off the roots.

But seeing Ye Qingcheng's stunning beauty, his lust had flared up. Such a top-tier beauty, wouldn't it be a pity to just kill her?

So he had developed crooked thoughts, secretly hiding Ye Qingcheng in a secluded place and drugging her with a specially made Joyous Hehuan Powder, intending to imprison her as his own plaything.

But unexpectedly, when he returned to report to Murong Xue that he had killed her, and then excitedly ran back to the cave to enjoy himself, she was gone!

On the ground, only the fragments of an activated [Earth Rank Random Teleportation Talisman] remained. That was the final trump card Ye Qingcheng had hidden on her person.

Zhao Wuji had been terrified at the time and searched the surrounding area for ten whole days, but couldn't find a trace of her.

He didn't dare to make it known, fearing that if Murong Xue found out he had attempted to hide her and let her escape, he had to bite the bullet and cover it up, lying that Ye Qingcheng was dead.

He had originally thought that Ye Qingcheng, who was severely injured, dying, and poisoned, wouldn't live long even if she teleported away, and must have died in some wilderness.

Who could have thought! She actually wasn't dead?! And appeared in Qingshi Town? Joined some Hehuan Sect?

"Zhao Wuji! Say something!" Murong Xue screamed, her fingernails digging into her flesh, "Did you not kill her? Did you see that she was pretty and couldn't bear to do it?!"

"Xue'er! I'm wronged!" Zhao Wuji fell to his knees with a thud and began to frantically make excuses: "I really pierced her heart with my sword! I saw with my own eyes that she stopped breathing! I even burned the body!"

"This... this must be a trick! Or someone is impersonating her!"

"Yes! It must be that Demonic Path Hehuan Sect, trying to make a name for themselves, deliberately finding someone who looks like her to impersonate the Saintess, just to humiliate our Holy Land!"

Murong Xue stared at him fixedly; although she was suspicious, now was not the time to pursue this.

If Ye Qingcheng was truly alive, she was a ticking time bomb!

Once the truth from back then was exposed, she, the Saintess who had ascended through schemes, along with the head Disciple Zhao Wuji, and even the Peak Nascent Soul Stage Elder Chu Xiuyuan behind them, would all be ruined!

"Regardless of whether she is human or ghost, she must die!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Murong Xue's eyes: "What ten Peak Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators? Even my Tianshui Holy Land doesn't have ten Peak Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators!"

"It seems that this so-called Hehuan Sect does indeed have Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, but Peak Nascent Soul Stage is impossible!"

"However, since the Ziyang Sect is asking for help, let's take this opportunity for you and Elder Chu to make a trip to Qingshi Town."

"Once you get there, don't ask any questions, just exterminate the Sect! Raze that Hehuan Sect to the ground! And that woman suspected to be Ye Qingcheng... tear her into ten thousand pieces! Grind her bones and scatter the ashes!"

"Only the dead can keep secrets!"

Zhao Wuji kowtowed quickly: "Yes! Rest assured, Xue'er! This time I will definitely bring her head back to you with my own hands!"

He was also feeling ruthless in his heart. I let you run away last time, but this time, I will grind your bones and scatter the ashes, leaving no future trouble!

...

Hehuan Sect, Spiritual Spring behind the mountain.

Wang Yang was holding Ye Qingcheng, enjoying the peace of the afternoon.

At this time, the radius of his Domain was already approaching 40 kilometers, and the entire Qingshi Town, and even most of the surrounding Cangwu Mountain range, were under the control of his Invincible Domain.

But he keenly noticed that the beauty in his arms seemed a bit distracted.

"What's wrong, Qingcheng?" Wang Yang gently stroked her hair, "Your heartbeat has been a bit erratic since just now."

Ye Qingcheng leaned against Wang Yang's chest, gazing at the clouds in the sky, a complex look flashing in her eyes:

"Husband, I want revenge!"

"Revenge?" Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes: "Murong Xue. The current Tianshui Holy Maiden."

"She and I were originally fellow Disciples. But for the position of Saintess, she was jealous of my high talent and colluded with the head Disciple Zhao Wuji to slander me for colluding with the Demonic Path during a critical moment of my Cultivation, and Elder Chu actually believed it!"

"That animal Zhao Wuji received orders to kill me, but wanted to imprison me as a plaything."

"Fortunately, I had hidden an [Earth Rank Random Teleportation Talisman] and luckily escaped."

"When I landed from the teleportation, I happened to fall at the entrance of the Hehuan Sect, and you saved me, Husband."

Speaking of this, Ye Qingcheng's body trembled slightly. That was the eternal pain in her heart, and also her deepest fear.

If she hadn't met Wang Yang, she might have died in some dark corner long ago, or become Zhao Wuji's plaything.

"So it's such a cliché script." Wang Yang listened, not angry, but chuckled instead.

He tightened his arm and kissed Ye Qingcheng on the forehead: "Don't worry, wife."

"The grievances you suffered in the past, your husband will get them back for you with interest."

Ye Qingcheng looked up, watching Wang Yang's confident face, and the gloom in her heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

"Husband, Tianshui Holy Land is a Holy Land after all, and they have Soul Transformation means..."

"Soul Transformation?" A look of disdainful sneer curled up on the corner of Wang Yang's mouth.

"In my Domain, let alone Soul Transformation. Even if the Heavenly King himself comes, he will have to kneel for me!"