Chapter 212: Yao Yue Suddenly Arrives, the Grudges and Entanglements Between the Two Sisters

Night.

A moonlit night, a waning moon.

The waning moon rose, the twilight faded, and the room gradually grew dark.

It was now time to light the lamps, yet Lianxing did not light them.

She liked to sit quietly in the Darkness alone, enjoying the unique, tranquil charm of this twilight hour as day and night alternated and time slipped away.

She had grown accustomed to loneliness.

Besides loneliness, it seemed there was no other choice.

Although Yihua Palace had disciples, every one of them was cold and icy. While the disciples did not fear her as much as they feared her elder sister Yao Yue, they still dared not speak easily to the Second Palace Master.

As for Yao Yue...

Although they were sisters and the only kin each had in the world, familial affection seemed entirely absent between them. Even though they both lived in Yihua Palace, sometimes they would not speak a single word for ten days or half a month.

The room was elegant and noble; in this small room, every single item was something she had carefully selected.

She and Yao Yue actually still had many similarities.

For instance, neither could tolerate a single speck of dust or impurity.

Although this place was not as beautiful as Yihua Palace, not as much like a fairyland, Lianxing clearly preferred it here.

Whenever she recalled Yihua Palace, it seemed there were no memories other than practicing martial arts and tending to flowers every day.

But the memories here were all vivid and clear.

Arguing, eating, practicing martial arts, playing around...

As long as she was willing to reminisce, those scenes would flash through her mind.

She thought again of that man named Yu Liancheng.

"That fellow, I wonder where he ran off to?"

Lianxing rested her face in her hands and gave a lazy yawn.

In Yihua Palace, she had no other way to pass the time besides cultivating and tending to various flowers, so she had developed the habit of sleeping early, and even now, she could not change it.

"Lianxing."

Just at this moment, a beautiful, indifferent voice slowly sounded.

This voice was so unique that anyone who had heard it could never forget it.

It was as nimble, ethereal, and unfathomable as drifting clouds in the sky. Yet it was also as cold, heartless, and chilling as the ice of the North Pole. And yet, it was like a lover's call, so soft, delicate, and soul-captivating.

Following that, a figure in white had already descended from the waning moon into the courtyard.

Her sleeves fluttered, as if she had arrived riding the wind.

Her white clothes were whiter than snow, her long hair like clouds, her bearing graceful, like a fairy.

Her appearance could no longer be described by any words or ink.

Furthermore, she possessed an innate, captivating Demon-like power, an irresistible power. She seemed forever high above, making one unable to look up at her.

Lianxing could not help but be startled, rising to her feet and saying, "Sister, you... why have you come?"

Besides the Palace Master Yao Yue of Yihua Palace, who else could possess such a captivating Demon-like power?

Yao Yue said leisurely, "I have come to see exactly what kind of expert could make you unable to deal with them, delaying things until now."

Her gaze was deep, as if staring at Lianxing, yet also as if drifting between heaven and earth, as if even this only kin was not held in her eyes. And although her tone was understated, it carried a powerful sense of oppression.

Lianxing lowered her head: "I... I am indeed not his match. I was defeated by his hand; his martial arts are far higher than I imagined."

"Oh?" Yao Yue seemed to show a hint of interest, then suddenly sneered: "You lost to him; does that mean you are already his captive?"

Lianxing lowered her head even further: "Yes."

"But why have I heard that you are very close with that man named Yu Liancheng, not at all like a captive?" Yao Yue's voice grew even colder.

"I... I..." Lianxing bit her cherry lips, stammering for a long while before saying: "I am merely waiting for an opportunity to act, looking for a chance to strike at him."

Yao Yue said sternly: "Raise your head, look at me."

Lianxing's delicate body trembled, and she slowly raised her head. A pair of eyes, brighter than starlight, stared at Lianxing, actually carrying a trace of fear.

Yao Yue said coldly: "Your acupoints have not been sealed, and your martial arts are also the best in the world. Since that person has no defenses against you, if you were determined to kill him, how could you have no opportunity? How can he still be alive now?"

Lianxing said: "He... he is truly too cautious, and... and his martial arts are also too high; I simply cannot find an opportunity to strike."

"Is that so?" Yao Yue gave a cold snort and suddenly tossed out a jade-green bottle: "In this bottle is our Yihua Palace's 'Deadly Poison'. This poison is not only colorless and odorless, but its toxicity is extreme to the point of excess. As long as you drip a little into his wine or food, he will surely die."

Lianxing's delicate body trembled again: "But he... he doesn't have to die."

"I told you to kill him; do you dare not listen?"

Yao Yue's voice grew increasingly cold; the earth and the firmament seemed to become filled with murderous intent and chill because of this faint sentence. The faint moonlight also seemed to lose its color because of these words.

"I... I..." Lianxing's face suddenly turned pale, devoid of any blood, and her figure trembled incessantly, as if she wanted to resist Yao Yue but dared not defy her words.

Yao Yue just watched Lianxing coldly like this, her icy gaze devoid of the slightest emotion.

Finally, Lianxing's delicate body straightened once more, and she hissed: "I... I don't want to, I don't want to kill him. Sister, if you want to kill him, you... you go do it yourself."

As she spoke the final sentence, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, sitting limply on the ground and gasping for air.

Yao Yue gritted her teeth and said: "Good, very good. Even you have betrayed me, and you dare to disobey my orders."

"Sister... I haven't, it's just that I cannot kill him," Lianxing said.

"Cannot? Why cannot? There is no one in this world that Yihua Palace cannot kill." Yao Yue's expression was as cold as ice: "Don't tell me you have already fallen in love with him, fallen in love with that man."

Lianxing defended herself: "No, I have not!"

"You still dare to quibble." Yao Yue sneered, and from within her robes, a slender white palm brushed out like a clear breeze. What it triggered was a Heaven Collapsing and Earth Splitting palm force, a strike that tore through the air, sweeping toward Lianxing.

Yao Yue's palm technique was so high it could be called peerless in the world.

With a casual palm strike, those in the world who could receive it numbered no more than a handful.

The power of this palm was even more rare in the world, the palm wind sweeping over, surging forth like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning.

Lianxing let out a delicate cry and also struck out with a palm, though its momentum was not as overbearing as Yao Yue's.

Bang!

The two palm forces exploded in mid-air, surging in all directions.

Lianxing could not help but retreat two steps.

"Very good, you now dare to raise a hand against me; what kind of love potion has that man fed you?"

But Yao Yue was even more furious; she drove her vast and overbearing Mingyu True Qi, and the entire room was filled with a heart-palpitating chill.

"If I don't fight back, am I just supposed to be beaten to death by you? Just like when you pushed me off the peach tree back then?" The anger that Lianxing had suppressed since childhood seemed to finally erupt, and she waved her hand to meet Yao Yue.

As the palm winds raged, Lianxing and Yao Yue—two stunning beauties, two peerless experts, and two sisters—had begun a world-shaking battle, their palm forces constantly colliding and exploding.

Tables, chairs, and benches were torn apart and shattered by the overbearing palm force in an instant. The entire room hummed, appearing as if it were tottering and might collapse at any moment.

The martial arts the two women displayed were the top-tier techniques of Yihua Palace, exquisite and peerless. As stunning beauties themselves, they handled the timing of their techniques perfectly; as their moves were unleashed, they were not only incomparably powerful, like rolling thunder, but their postures were also graceful, like a Heavenly Maiden descending to the mortal world.

"Yao Yue has finally arrived."

Without knowing when, Yu Liancheng had appeared in the courtyard, standing with his hands behind his back, watching the battle between the two sisters.

Both Yao Yue and Lianxing had cultivated Mingyu Kung to the Eighth Layer, and both had learned the peerless techniques of Yihua Palace, so the moves they unleashed seemed identical. As sisters, even their appearances were somewhat similar.

This exchange of blows actually gave one the feeling of looking into a mirror.

It was as if a peerless beauty were constantly striking out with her palms at a mirror.

But with Yu Liancheng's keen eye, he could see many things.

Yao Yue's internal energy and palm techniques were both overbearingly peerless. Every move she struck carried an indomitable confidence. She believed that absolutely no one could be her opponent, and that, of course, included her sister.

Lianxing seemed much more delicate; although she had also cultivated Mingyu Kung to the Eighth Layer, the power of her moves was a notch inferior to Yao Yue's.

If this were in the past, Lianxing might have been defeated in at most fifty moves, or even fewer than thirty.

But now, Lianxing's state of mind had achieved a breakthrough, and she was no longer as fearful of Yao Yue as she once was. Coupled with the fact that she had frequently sparred with Yu Liancheng during these days to make up for her flaws, her strength had risen to a new level, so she would not be defeated too quickly.

But it was only that she would not be defeated too quickly.

Setting aside all other factors, just considering her deformed limbs, she was bound to lose in a battle against an expert like Yao Yue.

Bang!!

The two women clashed once more.

The sound of the collision was like rolling thunder.

The force exploded, venting and surging in all directions, as if a gale had blown through the entire room.

Lianxing staggered backward, her originally crystalline and jade-like complexion now somewhat pale, her expression dimming.

As expected.

As expected, she was no match for her sister.

Yao Yue's gaze also seemed to carry a hint of surprise.

She had thought she understood this sister well, but she had not expected her martial arts to be even more brilliant than she had imagined.

For a moment, Yao Yue did not know why, but a nameless fire rose in her heart; she hated this feeling of things no longer being under her control.

Yao Yue let out a cold snort, and her slender right palm had already pressed toward Lianxing once again.

At this moment, Lianxing had no strength left to counterattack; if she took this palm, she would likely not be able to recover for two or three months.

"You woman, you are simply sick."

A clear and resonant voice rang out.

At the same time, a slender palm had already pierced through space, appearing as if from the void, and met Yao Yue.

Yao Yue's expression did not change; she flicked her jade arm, actually driving her Mingyu Kung up by another thirty percent.

Bang!

The next moment, the two palms had already collided.

At this instant, an invisible ripple rippled out from where they clashed, spreading in all directions.

This ripple also seemed to possess a destructive power, shattering the surrounding objects; the entire room trembled, and finally, with a "boom," it collapsed.

Boom! Boom!

There were two more sounds.

Yao Yue had already flown out from the ruins, her entire body not stained by a single speck of dust, as if she had walked down from the clouds. But her face was as cold as ice, and her eyes stared fixedly at the place where the other sound had come from.

"Are you alright?" Yu Liancheng held Lianxing's slender waist with his hand, a hint of worry hidden in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I am the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace after all; how could I be hurt by such a small accident?" Lianxing leaned in Yu Liancheng's arms, two blushes appearing on her pale cheeks.

"But I am still very worried about you." Yu Liancheng reached out his hand and used his sleeve to wipe a speck of dust from her forehead.

Lianxing's face turned even redder.

"You two... damn you!!"

Yao Yue's whole body trembled, her eyes seeming to spew fire, and her voice contained infinite fury and chill. It was like a volcano about to erupt, and also like the ten-thousand-year ice of the extreme north.

As she spoke, Yao Yue's figure darted out, her jade arm flicked, and she struck a palm toward Yu Liancheng.

Facing Lianxing, she was her sister after all, so she had held back.

But now, she had driven her Mingyu True Qi to ten percent, so much so that even the air seemed to freeze, and the sweeping air currents roared heavily toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng let out a cold snort, his five fingers clenched into a fist; the fist was like galloping thunder, swift and violent. It was also like a towering mountain, filling the field of vision and spanning the horizon.

Bang!

The two had another clash without any frills.

And this time, the floorboards under Yu Liancheng's feet shattered and collapsed inch by inch, shooting out in all directions, but his figure remained unmoved.

But the invincible Fungong Yao Yue had retreated three steps in a row, and with every step she took back, she left a deep footprint on the ground.

If ordinary martial artists were to see this scene, their jaws would likely drop in shock.

Although Yu Liancheng had displayed brilliant martial arts, he was ultimately too young, and the number of times he had struck was few. People knew he was capable, but they did not understand just how formidable he truly was.

Yet Yao Yue was the First Palace Master of Yihua Palace, and her martial arts were peerless in the current age.

Over a decade ago, there was still the "World's Number One Hero" Yan Nantian who stood shoulder to shoulder with her, but after Yan Nantian went missing and entered Villain's Valley, Yao Yue had firmly sat in the position of number one in the world.

Lianxing was also in a trance for a moment.

Although she believed that Yu Liancheng's martial arts would not necessarily lose to Yao Yue's, seeing the scene before her eyes, she still found it somewhat inconceivable.

Of course, as for who was the most astonished, it was none other than Yao Yue herself.

The palm strike she had delivered with all her might had not only failed to achieve any success, but she had even been knocked back three steps; how absurd and bizarre this was.

"Crazy woman, you really are a crazy woman."

Yu Liancheng looked at Yao Yue and could not help but shake his head.