Chapter 277: Mysterious Woman!

"Ah!!!"

Ling Qingwu let out a painful cry.

Everyone looked over in surprise, only to see a sword piercing her abdomen.

Ling Qingyun's pupils contracted to pinpoints, his eyes bloodshot, "You said you'd let her go!"

Ye Qingran nodded lightly, speaking casually, "Did I say that? I only said I wouldn't kill her! But death can be avoided, living punishment cannot escape. Those who want to kill my son, do they think they can walk away scot-free without paying a price? How could there be such a good thing? Moreover, I merely crippled her—I've already been merciful."

"Ye Qingran!" the Qingyun Sword Immortal roared.

"Rest assured, your daughter Ling Qingwu is merely crippled; she won't die!"

Ling Qingyun's gaze toward Ye Qingran was filled with killing intent.

"Father, hurry and save me—I don't want to be crippled! Kill Ye Qingran; I want her dead!"

How could Ling Qingyun not want to kill Ye Qingran?

But with the Sword Demon present, he could never accomplish that.

"Ye Qingran, today's grudge is irreconcilable!"

"Alright. I'll accompany you to the end!" Ye Qingran responded calmly, then her gaze swept over everyone, her voice shifting from casual to extremely stern, "Everyone has seen Ling Qingwu's fate. From now on, whoever dares to move against my son, I guarantee, their fate will be worse than Ling Qingwu's!"

As her words fell, everyone's faces turned pale.

Ling Qingwu's fate was already grim enough.

After all, for a peerless genius, having her cultivation crippled is more painful than killing her!

How could they still dare to harbor any improper thoughts?

The Qingyun Sword Immortal embraced the dying Ling Qingwu, leading a few disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect in a frantic escape. How mighty they had been upon arrival, now they fled in utter disgrace.

Only after they vanished beneath the vast heavens did the crowd look at the pool of blood and come to their senses.

The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's Wind and Cloud Disciple, Ling Qingwu, had her dantian pierced by Ye Qingran's sword; from now on she is likely just a cripple!

Looking at Ye Huanhuan, likewise a disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, she has now had her spiritual root dug out, becoming a complete cripple!

Everyone felt as if they had stepped into another world; the scene before them seemed too sudden.

It felt like an illusion of a dynastic change!

From today onward, the era belonging to Ye Huanhuan has passed; the era of Ye Qingran has officially begun!

"Ye Huanhuan is already crippled; it's time to finish her off!"

Returning to Ting Yu Xuan, Ye Qingran avoided the two children and gave a cold order.

Han Xing Leng Yue's eyes flashed, a hint of killing intent crossing their depths.

Ye Huanhuan had been jumping around for years; today she fell from the divine altar, her reputation ruined—it's time to take her dog's life!

Han Xing Leng Yue made preparations and arrived at the Heaven Prison.

Ye Huanhuan was currently lying on straw, her face full of hatred.

"Ye Qingran! I won't let you off!"

She clenched the straw beneath her hands tightly, her expression twisted.

At that moment, the prison door opened and two black-clad figures entered.

The black-clad figures removed their masks—revealing Han Xing Leng Yue.

"Ye Huanhuan, death is at your door, and you still show no remorse!"

Han Xing said coldly.

"It's you!" Ye Huanhuan retreated slightly toward the wall, on guard.

"Ye Huanhuan, we're here to send you on your way! In your next life, remember to be human!" Saying that, Han Xing Leng Yue wasted no more words, thrusting the dagger forward straight at Ye Huanhuan's throat.

Ye Huanhuan seemed shrouded in the shadow of death, terrified to the point of despair.

She did not want to die!

"No…"

However, the expected death did not come; a figure appeared before her.

It was a tall man.

Clad in a black cloak, his appearance was indistinct.

However, this person's strength was great; Han Xing Leng Yue was no match for him, and he snatched Ye Huanhuan from their grasp!

"Damn it!"

Leng Yue watched furiously as the person was rescued, stamping her foot in anger.

Han Xing made a quick decision, "Return and report to the lady!"

Ye Huanhuan was brought to a ruined temple outside the city. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the back of a woman standing before the door.

The woman sensed her awakening and said, "You're awake?"

That voice was cold yet moving, extremely pleasant to hear.

Ye Huanhuan stared, frightened, and on guard, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Who am I? Aren't I your lifesaver? Think about it—if I hadn't had someone rescue you, you'd likely already be a ghost under Ye Qingran's blade by now!"

Only then did Ye Huanhuan notice a black shadow standing in the corner, lacking presence. She recognized him—the man who had just gone to the prison to rescue her!

This man was obviously her subordinate!

So who is this woman, and why did she save her?

At this moment, the woman turned around, and Ye Huanhuan got a clear look at her appearance.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

「Yun... 」 Sui Feng!

She was so shocked she couldn't speak.

This woman's appearance bore many similarities to the Yun Sui Feng she remembered!

Although Yun Sui Feng had been dead for many years, her beauty back then had been unrivaled in the capital, stunning enough to be called heavenly; even from her childhood she had left a deep impression!

The woman tugged at her lips, a flash of cold malice crossing her bright, expressive eyes: "Yun Sui Feng?"

Ye Huanhuan nodded dumbly.

"This time I'll let you off, but next time don't let me hear that name from your lips again." Her voice was as if laced with poison, making one's blood run cold.

Ye Huanhuan's heart felt as if it were being gripped by a hand, a sharp pain shooting through it.

"Tsk tsk, how pitiful, your Spiritual Root has been dug out!" the woman shook her head, her face full of pity.

Hearing this, Ye Huanhuan recalled the humiliation she had suffered, and endless hatred welled up on her face.

She had fallen to this state all because of that wretched Ye Qingran!

"Do you hate? Do you want revenge?"

Ye Huanhuan narrowed her eyes and nodded without hesitation.

"As long as you help me, I'll do anything!" Ye Huanhuan clenched her fists, throwing caution to the wind. Her status as Crown Princess was gone, her identity as a disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect was gone, and even her Spiritual Root had been dug out!

What else did she have to lose?

A blazing fury burned in Ye Huanhuan's heart. As long as she could get revenge, she would do anything!

"Rest assured, I won't harm you. Our goals are the same."

Ye Huanhuan blinked in surprise.

"Do you also have a grudge against Ye Qingran?"

The woman raised her brows, and on her face, which bore a resemblance to Ye Qingran's, a deep, inscrutable expression appeared.

Do you have a grudge?

By that reckoning, she would be Ye Qingran's aunt!

However…

The Yun Family needs only this one little princess!

She had grown accustomed to being pampered by the Yun Family and didn't want to share that with anyone.

Yun Sui Feng is already dead.

Ye Qingran... naturally cannot remain alive.

If she couldn't act herself, there would be no need for Ye Huanhuan to do anything.

The woman's face was full of malice; without answering Ye Huanhuan's words, she told her, "In three months' time, I will make you a hundred times stronger than you are now!"

Ye Huanhuan's eyes glittered with fervent light.

Ye Qingran also received the news that Ye Huanhuan had been rescued, and her expression darkened.

She had already sent people at top speed to kill Ye Huanhuan, but she hadn't expected to still be a step too late.

"Who is the other party?"

Han Xing frowned, recalling, "The other party wore a hood, hiding their face, but they don't seem to be from the Central Region; rather, they seem to be from Nan Yin Zhou."

Nan Yin Zhou?