Kill, kill, kill… her mind was still filled with these three words. Without hesitation, she cast her spell. In an instant, cherry blossoms filled the air, their delicate scent covering the thick smell of blood, each petal turning into a sharp blade, flying towards the dragon, enveloping him in a dense net. Canglong turned to dodge, its tail sweeping out a powerful barrier, causing the petals to bounce back towards Xiaotu. “I want you to pay for this blood debt with your blood,” Canglong roared furiously, channeling its magic, causing the petals to change direction and shoot towards Murong Youxue. No one had expected it would change targets. Murong Youxue, who had just regained some color, turned pale instantly, having no strength to retaliate. She could only watch as the petals rushed towards her, death approaching step by step. Xiaotu could not forget; it was that woman who had harmed Baihua. The scene replayed in her mind, that pale face, that mournful smile, so hauntingly beautiful…
“Doll, doll,” Xia Yu Ye murmured uncontrollably, tears flowing from his hollow eyes. “Brother Ye, what’s wrong?” Mu Yao’s anxious tone was mixed with fear. What was she afraid of? Liu Rumeng was eerily calm, her fists tightly gripping three cherry blossom-shaped hair ornaments. Suddenly, with a “whoosh,” one of the ornaments shot towards Xiaotu’s chest, blood spurting out. Yet, Xiaotu, with a glance at Liu Rumeng, still struggled desperately; she wanted to kill Murong Youxue.
“What are you doing!” An angry voice erupted as Wang Xie slapped the hand that was about to launch a second ornament. “Don’t you understand? She’s lost her mind. The only thing we can do now is stop her,” Liu Rumeng roared, venting the bitterness she had suppressed in her heart. Xiaotu had been enduring, her magic barely restored, unable to regulate herself, often feeling discomfort, a pain that ordinary people could not comprehend, the agony of struggling between life and death. Now, she had lost all reason, the impact of Baihua’s fall was too great. He was stunned, watching Xiaotu’s heart-wrenching screams; his heart ached deeply, seeing her fight for her life while he could do nothing to help, his heart felt like it was bleeding. Wasn’t he supposed to be heartless? Why did he feel such pain? Perhaps he wasn’t without a heart after all…
The second ornament hit Xiaotu’s spine, the third struck her temple… No blood flowed, but the pain was as if flesh was being torn from bone, worse than death. Blood-red tears flowed, not from pain, but from release, as her body plummeted from the sky, with cherry blossoms swirling around her, accompanying her descent. So tragic, like a fallen butterfly, this scene seemed familiar…
“Doll…” Suddenly, a red figure flashed, catching Xiaotu’s falling body. “Brother Ye,” Mu Yao called out in panic, but no matter how she called, the red figure did not look back. Holding her, he noticed she had lost weight, her face covered with bloody tears, devoid of her carefree smile. “Doll, it’s all my fault, everything is my fault,” he said, unable to find the words to express his regret…
“You bastard,” Wang Xie’s fist descended, wanting to take Xiaotu away, his anger unquenchable. “Doll, doll…” He held her tightly, letting the punches rain down, blood spilling from his mouth. “Brother Ye, Brother Ye, I’m Yao’er, Yao’er,” Mu Yao stepped forward, crying, pulling at Yu Ye’s sleeve. “Get lost!” His voice was icy, devoid of any emotion, pushing Mu Yao away harshly. “No, no, you are mine, why, today was supposed to be our wedding day.”
The mournful cry echoed through the heavens, lingering for a long time…
Chapter 41: The Madly Abandoned Palace
Underneath the abandoned palace, hundreds of officials were crushed, some injured, some dead. Two figures in bright red stood just two meters apart, yet their hearts were worlds apart. Her soft sobs were so heartbreaking; she truly loved him, deeply, but she had expressed it in the wrong way. The once proud Princess Ying was now just a woman hurt by dire circumstances. Gone was her radiant, proud smile, replaced by tear-streaked cheeks. A light rain began to fall, like fine hairs or flower needles, touching the faces with a gentle sensation, but it could not alleviate the thick sorrow that pervaded the air. The rain grew heavier, the sky darkened, raindrops drumming on leaves, the only sound in this silent ruin. Rain fell on everyone’s faces; it was hard to tell if it was tears or rain, both were equally bitter. What was supposed to be a wedding feast had now turned into this state, was it due to human greed or hatred? Perhaps this was always meant to be a staged wedding.
Liu Rumeng, Liu Rumeng, a dream-like woman who saw through the emotions of the world, only to repay the kindness of the Goddess Lingying, willingly forgoing immortality to endure thousands of years as a mortal, waiting for her reincarnation. Today, she personally sealed her own powers.
“Tell me, what’s wrong with her! Why treat her like this!” Breaking the silence, Xia Yu Ye roared at Liu Rumeng. “She did the right thing,” the four elders appeared, giving everyone a glimmer of hope. “These three hair ornaments are treasures from before the goddess’s reincarnation, designed to prevent exactly this kind of situation, where evil possesses her,” said the Fire Fox Elder, approaching Xiaotu, feeding her a pill.
“Millions of years ago, in a place unreachable by humans, two distinct bouquets were born. Even before their appearance, they were renowned, their miraculous stories spread far and wide. The God Emperor had decreed that both would ascend to godhood upon the blooming of these mystical flowers. Eventually, two flower fairies returned, Goddess Lingying and Goddess Poppy. They were the envy of all flower fairies. Their personalities and methods were vastly different. For reasons unknown, Poppy was banished to the eighteen layers of the underworld by the God Emperor. In the deepest layer of hell, she established the Demon Realm, becoming the feared Demon Goddess Poppy. The God Emperor sent gods to subdue her, and Goddess Lingying also joined the fray. The battle lasted seven days and nights, with countless casualties. In the end, only the severely injured Goddess Lingying and Demon Goddess Poppy remained. Outnumbered, Poppy was near death when the God Queen’s Phoenix appeared, destroying her physical form. However, her soul entered Lingying’s body, as at that moment, they were in the ‘Heaven Beyond Heaven’, and Lingying’s body was the most suitable vessel. Goddess Lingying, weakened, couldn’t expel her. Since then, one body housed two souls. With Lingying’s conscious suppression and the help of other gods, Poppy did not emerge. Everyone thought she would disappear forever, but she was bound to return. Now, the demon within the goddess has awakened. Only these three divine artifacts can subdue Poppy.” Here is the English of the provided Chinese text:
Elder Yin looked at the silver poppy mark at the corner of Xiaotu’s eye and sighed helplessly. When they saw the mark appear, all four elders had been restless ever since. They hadn’t expected that what shouldn’t have come, still came. A few words plunged everyone into deep thought. Wang Xie hung his head low, lost in thought. Xia Yu Ye hugged the person in his arms tightly, his hands trembling slightly. Cang Long, upon hearing these words, also fell into contemplation. He hadn’t anticipated that she was the reincarnation of the Goddess Ling Ying; no wonder she had such a similar appearance. He still remembered vividly the great war from tens of thousands of years ago because… The rain continued to pour, a torrential downpour…
