The World Was So Vast, Yet There Was No Place for Me

Ning Weiyang realized it belatedly.

That was Xue Qinghe!

No, rather, that was Qian Renxue!

Sure enough, no one stayed unlucky forever!

Ning Weiyang wiped away her tears, scrambled to her feet, and lunged toward the carriage!

"You lowborn wretch—"

"How dare you!"

Before the soldiers could finish speaking, Xue Qinghe, seated inside the carriage, spoke first and rebuked them.

A wave of Soul Power rippled from within the carriage, intimidating the soldiers into kneeling again.

"Please quell your anger, Your Highness!"

They spoke in unison.

Ning Weiyang was naturally caught up in it as well, but she clung to the carriage rail and avoided being blasted away.

"What do you want?"

Xue Qinghe lifted the curtain again and looked down at Ning Weiyang, who was clinging to the carriage rail.

Ning Weiyang looked up and met his gaze, saying pitifully, "Your Highness, I have heard that you have always been merciful. Seeing you today proves the rumors true. You helped me out of my predicament today, and I have no way to repay you. I can only serve you like an ox or horse in gratitude. Please do not disdain me, Your Highness. Grant me a way to live!"

After speaking, she released the rail, stepped back several paces, knelt before Xue Qinghe, and kowtowed.

Ning Weiyang knew this was her only chance to change her fate. She had to seize it.

With only Level Three Innate Soul Power and a plant-type Martial Soul, no sect or force was willing to take her in. Other than seeking an opportunity for herself and finding a way out, she had no other choice.

She gambled that Xue Qinghe would grant her a way to live, while fighting for that chance herself. Only then would she have no regrets in the future.

Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes after hearing this. "Serve me like an ox or horse? A way to live?"

He lightly repeated Ning Weiyang's words, waiting to hear her explanation.

This was also Xue Qinghe's test of Ning Weiyang.

There was no place by his side for fools.

Of course, Ning Weiyang understood what Xue Qinghe meant. She hurriedly answered, "Your Highness, because of my Martial Soul, my elders drove me out of the family. I have nowhere left to go. I only want to live well and cultivate properly, but the world is so vast, yet there is no place for me to belong..."

As she spoke, Ning Weiyang symbolically shed a few tears.

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she appeared. She looked so pitiful that anyone would feel sympathy.

"What is your Martial Soul?"

Xue Qinghe asked thoughtfully.

Ning Weiyang fell silent for a moment before answering timidly, "Peony Flower..."

Hearing how utterly lacking in confidence she sounded, Xue Qinghe did not know what he was thinking. "Why did they drive you out of the family?"

He asked.

Ning Weiyang fell silent again for a while. "Both my father and mother are Soul Masters. My father's Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and my mother's Martial Soul is the Three-Bladed Dagger, but my Martial Soul is the Peony Flower..."

Ning Weiyang's voice grew softer and softer. With only a little thought, Xue Qinghe understood what had happened.

But...

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?

"Are you from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"I used to be. Not anymore."

"How much Innate Soul Power do you have?"

Xue Qinghe asked.

Ning Weiyang chose silence once more.

"Level Three."

Only after a long while did she utter those two words.

Xue Qinghe sized Ning Weiyang up.

Level Three? A plant-type Soul Master?

Her aptitude was rather poor.

Still, she could at least cultivate. As long as she could attend school, becoming a teacher or finding work at a Soul Arena in the future would not be a problem.

"What is your name?"

He asked.

"Ning Weiyang."

Weiyang?

Xue Qinghe nodded lightly.

Seeing how pitiful and tiny Ning Weiyang was, he could not help but feel some sympathy.

When he had been Ning Weiyang's age, he seemed to have worn that same expression.

"Get in. I'll take you somewhere."