Chapter 956: A New Reason to Live: The Origins and Secrets of Su Hongyi

Xuan Yue’s origins were deeply tragic.

She had even killed her only remaining family member.

Though it happened under a misunderstanding, it was enough to shatter anyone’s mind.

Yet Xuan Yue, for the sake of a fleeting, illusory hope, chose to join the Bie’an Organization.

She had endured everything along the way.

Especially after meeting Jun Xiaoyao.

Xuan Yue suddenly felt she had become trapped in a delusional obsession.

She was merely seeking a reason to deceive herself.

Seeing that face—so similar to her brother’s, yet infinitely more handsome—

Xuan Yue was seized by an illusion.

Perhaps, in some unseen fate, it was her dead brother who had arranged for her to meet Jun Xiaoyao.

But her brother had vanished completely.

“Now that you know it was a lie, and your reason to live is gone, are you going to kill yourself?” Jun Xiaoyao asked, tilting his head slightly toward Xuan Yue.

The only reason Xuan Yue had clung to life was to revive her brother.

Now, that reason was gone too.

Would Xuan Yue go and kill herself?

Xuan Yue fell silent.

Originally, she had intended to.

But now, after Jun Xiaoyao saved her, a small part of her no longer wanted to die.

“I saved you, not so you could die,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Why? I hurt Jiang Shengyi—even nearly killed her. Shouldn’t you want me dead?” Xuan Yue couldn’t help asking.

For some reason,

there was a faint hint of bitterness in her voice.

“True, your life is mine for the taking—but I want you to live.”

“And I need you to tell me about the Bie’an Imperial Clan.”

“You are one of the key links to the Bie’an Imperial Clan.”

Jun Xiaoyao spoke plainly, revealing without hesitation why he had saved Xuan Yue.

“So that’s it?” Xuan Yue’s eyes held a trace of bitterness.

Perhaps she was unworthy of true love or care.

She would forever remain a cold, heartless killer who devoured myriad paths.

Just as Xuan Yue’s eyes dimmed into darkness,

Jun Xiaoyao added one final sentence.

“Of course, if you obey me, I will protect you in the Foreign Lands and let you stay by my side.”

Xuan Yue’s lifeless gaze flickered faintly with light.

She lifted her head slightly, gazing at Jun Xiaoyao’s impassive face.

She thought to herself: this man, so lofty and seemingly cold and distant,

was not as heartless as he appeared.

Xuan Yue had found a new reason to live.

This time, it was not because Jun Xiaoyao resembled her brother.

But because of Jun Xiaoyao himself!

Watching the faint glimmer of light in Xuan Yue’s eyes,

Jun Xiaoyao sighed softly within.

Controlling the heart was sometimes this simple.

To conquer the mind was supreme.

Xuan Yue had been born with an ordinary body, yet rose through devouring myriad paths and refining countless arts.

Her future potential was unpredictable.

She would not be weaker than the mysterious Su Hongyi.

Xuan Yue. Su Hongyi.

These two women would be the sharpest blades in Jun Xiaoyao’s hands!

“Your injuries are severe. Stay in the academy to recover. I will find you when you’re needed,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Th-thank you.”

Xuan Yue had never said “thank you” before; her words sounded awkward.

“By the way, take this.”

Jun Xiaoyao extended a finger, and a single drop of Chaotic Essence Blood floated into view.

“This…?” Xuan Yue was startled.

Jun Xiaoyao had granted her a drop of Chaotic Essence Blood!

Xuan Yue’s path had always been to refine countless bloodline talents.

This drop of Chaotic Essence Blood was invaluable to her!

Though she did not know how Jun Xiaoyao had transformed from a Primordial Holy Body into a Chaotic Body,

clearly, this gift from him was too heavy.

He had not only saved her life—he had given her Chaotic Blood.

Xuan Yue owed Jun Xiaoyao a debt of heaven and earth.

“I will remember this,” Xuan Yue said, accepting the Chaotic Essence Blood, her gaze complex, then withdrew.

Watching Xuan Yue’s retreating back, Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

“There’s no such thing as a free meal. Once you accept my gift, you’ll pay double.”

Jun Xiaoyao never made losing trades.

With the borderlands war about to begin, Jun Xiaoyao would not travel to the Bie’an Imperial Clan for now.

Once he returned from the borderlands and Xuan Yue had fully recovered, they could investigate the Bie’an Imperial Clan together.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao stirred his spiritual sense.

Outside the door, Su Hongyi entered and bowed deeply before Jun Xiaoyao.

Su Hongyi had bathed, washing away the grime.

She wore a new red dress.

Her bangs remained long, slightly obscuring her eerie crimson eyes.

Her pale, delicate face was not of ultimate, breathtaking beauty,

yet she was as lovely and refined as a girl next door.

But the jagged, scorpion-like scars marred this beauty.

“Young Master.”

Su Hongyi was extremely deferential, tugging nervously at the wrinkles in her red dress with her small hands.

When she killed Yue Dai Xianzi, she was a cold-blooded Red-Robed Demon Empress.

But before Jun Xiaoyao, she was like a shy, nervous girl from next door.

“Don’t be nervous. Now that you’re my follower, you’re mine—no one will dare harm you again,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

“Yes, Hongyi will always be Young Master’s. As long as Young Master doesn’t reject me,” Su Hongyi whispered weakly.

“I personally chose you as my follower—why would I reject you?” Jun Xiaoyao found it amusing.

Su Hongyi lowered her head, stammering: “After all, Young Master’s side is filled with great beauties… Hongyi is ugly.”

As she spoke, her voice grew quieter.

Indeed, beside Jun Xiaoyao stood Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, Tu Shan Chunchun, Luo Xiangling—all great beauties.

Even the lower-ranked Fei Qingxue was exquisitely beautiful.

Su Hongyi, though naturally a beauty in the making,

had her appearance ruined by those scars.

Though Su Hongyi had grown accustomed to it,

now, walking beside a man like Jun Xiaoyao—a celestial being—she could not help but feel inferior.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao said: “By the way, I still don’t know your origins—perhaps I can find a way to help.”

“Really?” Su Hongyi trembled, unable to stop herself from blurting out.

Then her face flushed red, realizing she had been too forward.

Afterward, Su Hongyi revealed everything about her past, without reservation.

Su Hongyi had no parents from birth and did not know where she came from.

She was raised as a child by a slave couple.

Later, that entire slave lineage was exterminated.

Su Hongyi barely escaped with her life.

Then she wandered alone, homeless and alone.

Logically, a girl like Su Hongyi would find it nearly impossible to survive in a foreign land.

But her scars had saved her—everyone feared and avoided her, seeing her as a hideous monster cursed by ill fortune.

“So that’s how it is,” Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

It seemed Su Hongyi herself did not know her origins.

Thus, the only way for Jun Xiaoyao to confirm his suspicions was one method.

“Hongyi, take off your clothes.”