Chapter 779: Realm of Ephemeral Life

A black light surged toward her.

It resembled a black poisonous snake, yet moved as fast as lightning.

She reacted instantly, but was a step too late; the black snake was shattered by her and turned into a wisp of Black Mist...

"Cough..."

The Black Mist carried a pungent odor; Ye Qingran couldn't help coughing a few times, feeling her head spin and the scene before her briefly blur.

She shook her head, and the view cleared again.

"Are you alright?" Feng Xianyin asked in a deep voice. Clearly, she sensed something strange about the Black Mist.

"Who dares to commit such petty deeds here?"

Han Xing's gaze shot toward the direction the black light had come from, and he asked gravely.

"It's me!"

A crisp, pleasant voice rang from behind the crowd, like Kun Shan jade shattering, pearls falling onto a jade tray, exuding confident arrogance.

The crowd stepped back to both sides, clearing a path.

The group were all dressed in black, cloaks of dark silk, looking extremely mysterious.

Ye Qingran fixed her gaze on the newcomer, her eyes clouded with an inexplicable darkness.

"Who comes?!"

"Wuji Hall!"

Upon hearing they were from Wuji Hall, everyone present widened their eyes in surprise.

"Members of Wuji Hall also came to the Sea of Severed Souls?"

The crowd found it hard to believe.

The leader, graceful and slender, was clearly a woman; from beneath her cloak came a light, silver‑bell laugh.

She extended a jade‑white arm, removed her cloak, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

"Wuji Hall, Luo Qingcheng."

Luo Qingcheng spoke lightly, her brows and eyes soaring, exuding confident arrogance.

Wuji Hall, Luo Qingcheng!

Everyone's gaze froze at that moment.

Earlier, when they learned these people were from Wuji Hall, they were only mildly surprised, since members of Wuji Hall rarely appear on Nan Yin Zhou.

But when they heard Luo Qingcheng had arrived, they were filled with shock.

One must know that Luo Qingcheng is the Holy Maiden of Wuji Hall!

The Holy Maiden, in Wuji Hall, ranks just below the Holy Lord!

Moreover, Luo Qingcheng is the Holy Lord's Daughter of Wuji Hall!

She not only possesses a beauty that could topple a nation, but also a peerless talent; even among the cloud‑like geniuses of Xi Ji Shengyu, few can surpass her!

She is Luo Qingcheng?

Ye Qingran's eyes flashed as she surveyed the woman of stunning beauty before her.

It must be said, Luo Qingcheng was dazzling; the confidence radiating from her very bones added to her charm.

However, Ye Qingran learned from the gossip of Fu San that Luo Qingcheng had coveted Fu Hanxiu for a long time!

"Was it you who moved first?"

Luo Qingcheng nodded lightly, "Yes, you are about to die, Ye Qingran."

She even admitted it openly.

The onlookers all showed expressions of disbelief.

Could there be some unknown connection between Wuji Hall's Holy Maiden Luo Qingcheng and the Daughter of the Cloud Spirit, Ye Qingran, recently recovered by the Yun Tribe?

"So confident?" Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow, showing no hint of panic.

"Indeed." Luo Qingcheng smiled, beautiful as a celestial maiden, though the smile didn't reach her eyes.

A cold hue lingered in her eyes.

Fu Hanxiu.

Fu Hanxiu could only be Luo Qingcheng's man!

Yet Ye Qingran beat him to it!

Since then, she'll kill Ye Qingran—oh, no, temporarily become Ye Qingran...

"You know Chi Wu, right?"

When Luo Qingcheng uttered that name, Ye Qingran's heart trembled, a foreboding feeling rising within her.

Chi Wu...

The witch who bathed in Divine Flower!

"That Black Mist earlier was the grand gift she asked me to deliver to you."

Luo Qingcheng brushed her long hair back, "Enjoy your journey to death..."

Ye Qingran felt the world spin wildly, the scene before her blurring again; she sensed her soul on the verge of being torn away.

Panic rose in her heart, and she struggled to stay conscious.

Luo Qingcheng saw this and a disdain flickered in her eyes.

This is the Soul Transform Forbidden Technique, given to her by Chi Wu.

However, she paid a huge price.

She bargained with a demonic spirit, sacrificing her purity.

But that matters not; as long as she can be with Fu Hanxiu, she is willing to sacrifice everything.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Qingran heard Han Xing and the others' urgent shouts.

But she could no longer see anything, her head was terribly dizzy, and her consciousness swayed back and forth at the edge of darkness...

In the next second, she fell into the darkness.

"Mother..."

Before she fainted, Ye Qingran heard the children's overlapping calls, but she could no longer respond.

Luo Qingcheng's eyes brightened, she closed her eyes, formed a seal with both hands in front of her, and soon her body became motionless.

No one saw it, a wisp of green smoke drifted from Luo Qingcheng's body and transferred into Ye Qingran's fallen form...

Ye Qingran remained unconscious, but Luo Qingcheng opened her eyes; her usually clever eyes had lost their former bright sparkle and now seemed somewhat dull.

She slowly reached out, put on the cloak, blocking the view of those nearby.

The crowd fell into chaos, and Han Xing and the others immediately went to check Ye Qingran's condition.

"Pulse is normal, breathing is normal, she probably just fainted..." Hearing this, Leng Yue and the others let out a sigh of relief, yet the worry in their eyes could not dissipate.

Feng Xianyin watched Ye Qingran from the side, her brows tightly knit, a dark glint flashing in her eyes.

Darkness, illusion.

This is Ye Qingran's feeling at this moment.

She felt her soul, after leaving her body, was seized by an overbearing force that seemed ready to tear her apart.

But the Ruinous King's Sword erupted with a mighty force, enveloping her, and then she arrived in this boundless, unreal-looking world.

The gloom stretched endlessly, drifting and sinking.

Outside the Sword Tomb, Ye Qingran slowly regained consciousness.

Her gaze held a fleeting moment of bewilderment.

"Miss, you finally woke up!"

Han Xing, Leng Yue, and the others turned ashen with fright.

"Mother, you scared Xiao Hu; Xiao Hu thought Mother no longer wanted Xiao Hu!"

"Mother, Xiao Chen is so worried about you!"

Ye Qingran looked at the two children, crooked her lips unnaturally, and said, "Silly kids, how could Mother ever abandon you?"

Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen blinked, and for some unknown reason, a strange feeling surfaced in their hearts, fleeting in an instant.

"Luo Qingcheng, you have such nerve, daring to strike at my lady!"

Fu San saw that Ye Qingran had awakened, and only then did he have the spare mind to hold Luo Qingcheng accountable.

"Fu San, why waste so much idle talk with her? Just do it!" Qin Zixie tugged at his sleeve, looking ready to make a big move.

Han Xing and the others also strongly agreed.

They didn't care that Luo Qingcheng was the Holy Maiden of Wuji Hall; since she dared to ambush their lady, she must be prepared for the consequences!

"Enough, there is plenty of time ahead; let them go."

Several of them looked at Ye Qingran in disbelief, seeming surprised that those words had come from her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingran asked with a smile.

Han Xing and the others glanced at each other, shaking their heads, "Nothing, nothing at all."

Floating Life Realm.

Wild Forest.

The dark moon curved like a hook, the myriad stars shone like a wash.

The campfire gradually died down, the three people around had already fallen into sleep, only Qing Lan kept his eyes open, gazing at the indigo‑purple sky above, a hint of longing on his face.

"It's been seven years. Sister Ran, where on earth have you gone?"