112: Chapter 112 The Master-Disciple Showdown: The Truth

Su Yun and Nangong Xue tidied their clothes and pushed open the heavy stone door of the secret chamber.

The soft light outside made the two, who had been in secluded cultivation for several days, feel somewhat unaccustomed.

As Su Yun's vision gradually focused, he saw a beautiful figure dressed in snow-white standing quietly outside the secret chamber.

Those eyes, once as clear as water but now filled with complexity and shock, were staring fixedly at the two walking out of the secret chamber.

It was none other than Fairy Ziyun!

“Zi Yun?” Su Yun froze for a moment, then frowned slightly. “Why are you here?”

Fairy Ziyun did not answer him; instead, her gaze was locked firmly on Nangong Xue behind Su Yun.

This was the core Forbidden Ground of the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance; she was familiar with every blade of grass, every tree, every brick, and every tile here down to her very bones.

Since following Su Yun here, those dusty, broken memory fragments had been surging into her mind like a tide.

Especially when she saw this secret chamber that once belonged to her.

That most painful memory—of being poisoned and having her power usurped by her most beloved disciple, only to be ultimately refined into a Puppet—exploded in her mind like a clap of thunder!

Nangong Xue!

The Rebellious Disciple whom she had treated as her own daughter and taught everything she knew, only to be met with the most vicious betrayal!

Fairy Ziyun's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In an instant, her beautiful eyes were filled with endless pain, disbelief, and sky-high hatred!

The moment Nangong Xue met her Revered Master's gaze, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body shaking violently!

This is...

Revered Master... she remembered? She remembered everything!?

“Mas... Revered Master...”

Nangong Xue's lips trembled, unable to form a complete sound.

That pretty face, which had been exceptionally rosy from just being nourished, instantly lost all color and became as pale as paper.

*Thud!*

Unable to bear the immense psychological pressure any longer, her legs gave way and she knelt directly before Fairy Ziyun, lowering her head in unbearable shame.

“Rebellious Disciple!”

Fairy Ziyun looked at Nangong Xue kneeling before her; that memory of betrayal was like the sharpest blade, slicing through her heart piece by piece.

An uncontrollable killing intent erupted from her body!

Subconsciously raising her hand to gather all her spiritual power, she wanted to strike down and clear her lineage with a single palm!

However, at the very moment she was about to strike, she caught a glimpse of Nangong Xue's snow-white neck,

where an eye-catching, not-yet-faded ambiguous red mark lingered.

She was all too familiar with that mark.

Because not long ago, her own body had also been covered in such marks.

They were all left by the same man.

Fairy Ziyun's raised hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and her gathered spiritual power instantly became chaotic.

An unprecedented wave of absurdity, humiliation, and contradictory emotions surged into her heart, leaving her unsure of how to face all this in such a state.

Kill her?

Kill this Rebellious Disciple who betrayed her?

But...

But now, we are both... both that man's women.

At the thought of the absurd reality that they were now both serving the same husband, Fairy Ziyun felt her heart turn into a tangled mess.

That sky-high hatred seemed to be blocked by something, unable to be vented no matter what.

Fairy Ziyun's heart fell into the immense pain of a struggle between her inner heaven and man at this moment.

This contradictory emotional torment almost drove her mad, and the Qi within her began to grow increasingly violent, showing faint signs of Qi Deviation.

Just then, a large, warm hand reached out quietly and gently grasped her wrist, which was trembling slightly from agitation.

“Don't be agitated.”

Su Yun leaned into Zi Yun's ear and whispered in a gentle voice tinged with a hint of pity, audible only to the two of them.

“I know what you've remembered, and I know how much you hate her.”

“However, I can tell you a truth.”

“The one who attacked you back then wasn't the real Nangong Xue.”

“She was merely forcibly possessed and parasitized by an Ancient Witch. Everything she did before was simply beyond her control!”

This 'truth' exploded in Fairy Ziyun's mind like a bolt of thunder from the Nine Heavens!

What?!

Possession and parasitism?

Beyond her control?

She was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

That complex, indefinable, sky-high hatred that had almost driven her mad...

at this moment, seemed to instantly find a perfect outlet for venting.

So... so that was it!

So it wasn't Xue'er's intention!

I knew it—the disciple I raised since she was a child, that well-behaved, sensible, kind, and filial Xue'er...

how could she possibly do something so traitorous!

It turns out she was also a poor victim!

That sky-high hatred instantly transformed into heartache for her disciple's plight and deep self-reproach for not noticing the abnormality sooner.

“Sigh...”

Fairy Ziyun let out a long sigh, and the spiritual power gathered in her palm slowly dissipated.

Looking at Nangong Xue kneeling on the ground, weeping like rain and trembling all over,

the coldness and hatred in her eyes completely vanished, replaced by a look of tenderness.

She then reached out and helped Nangong Xue up from the ground.

“Silly child, get up.”

“It was Revered Master's fault; Revered Master failed to protect you properly.”

“Mas... Revered Master...”

Nangong Xue hadn't expected such a reversal; she raised her head and looked at Fairy Ziyun with tearful eyes.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

“Alright, it's all in the past.”

Fairy Ziyun pulled her into her arms and gently patted her back.

Revered Master and disciple wept in each other's arms.

After their emotions had calmed down a bit,

Fairy Ziyun turned her head and, with a face full of worry, asked Su Yun in a low voice,

“Hus... husband, is that... that Ancient Witch still inside Xue'er's body? This... this is always a hidden danger; do you have a way to completely expel it?”

Seeing her look of absolute trust and increasing dependence on him, a profound smile appeared at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

He took Fairy Ziyun's soft, boneless little hand, pressed it to his lips for a gentle kiss, and patted his chest in assurance.

“Rest assured, my good wife.”

“A mere wisp of an ancient remnant soul cannot cause much of a stir.”

“Watch your husband's methods; today, I shall subdue this restless witch and put your mind completely at ease.”

After speaking, Su Yun's gaze fell upon Nangong Xue—more accurately, it fell upon the space between her eyebrows.

He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of pure white flame that emitted an aura capable of purifying all evil suddenly ignited on his fingertip.

It was none other than the Supreme Soul Refining Fire that came with the Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique, the Supreme Soul Refining Art!

Staring at the space between Nangong Xue's eyebrows, he spoke with a domineering majesty,

“You Lan, do you plan to keep playing dead inside, or shall I personally 'pull' you out?”