Truth Sealed Away for Many Years

Leng Yaozhu looked down at her sister on the ground, the tip of her sword pressed against Leng Yulai's neck, but she didn't push it any further.

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, as if she were struggling to suppress some surging emotion. "Why? Why did you join the Holy Spirit Cult? The Dark Phoenix Soul is not a reason. You weren't like this before!"

Leng Yulai raised her head, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, a pale smile forced from a deep wound, "Why? It's all because of you!"

Her voice suddenly rose several decibels, sharp and hoarse with years of pent-up emotions finally finding an outlet. "That woman stole Yun Ming away, and you, as my sister, not only didn't help me, but you also secretly went to confess your feelings to Yun Ming at that time!"

"I don't have a sister like you! From that day on, I swore that you are my enemy, Undying mortal enemy!"

Huo Yuhao froze on the spot upon hearing this, never expecting that Leng Yulai hated her sister for this reason.

He opened his mouth, but found he had no idea how to comment; it was simply too absurd.

Perhaps it can only be said that the Dark Phoenix martial soul influenced Leng Yulai's temperament, making her personality obsessive and extreme.

Otherwise, how could a normal person hate their own sister so much because of such a misunderstanding, and even join the Holy Spirit Cult and become a member of the Evil Soul Master?

Leng Yaozhu was also stunned; she clearly hadn't expected the reason to be this.

In an instant, past memories flooded her mind, and she realized what Leng Yulai had misunderstood.

She gripped the sword tightly for a moment, then twisted her wrist, and the longsword, formed from the Heavenly Phoenix True Fire, drew an arc in the air, its broad blade slapping Leng Yulai's face like a heavy palm.

With a crisp and loud "snap," it rang out.

Leng Yulai, and stood there stunned. Then she stared wide-eyed at Leng Yaozhu, as if she had been completely dumbfounded by the attack.

However, the stubbornness and ferocity in her eyes seemed to be somewhat dispelled by this "slap," revealing a clarity that had not been seen for a long time.

Leng Yaozhu's chest heaved violently, her voice filled with an almost hysterical rage. "You idiot! Couldn't you come to me and ask for an explanation? You joined the Holy Spirit Cult without even understanding what happened, what am I supposed to say to you?!"

Leng Yulai stared blankly at her sister, her originally cold eyes now seeming to have been pierced by something, and a slight tremor appeared.

A sudden realization dawned on her. She opened her mouth, her voice barely a whisper, as if squeezed from the depths of her throat. "What do you mean?"

Leng Yaozhu didn't answer directly. She suppressed the urge to slap her again, and her voice was much lower than before as she asked, "Is there nothing else in your life besides Yun Ming? You'd even abandon sisterly affection for a man?"

Leng Yulai did not reply. Her gaze fell on Leng Yaozhu's face, as if she were re-examining this person whom she once thought she had completely seen through.

Leng Yaozhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I'll tell you now what really happened back then."

As she finished speaking, a subtle tremor, like ripples on water, suddenly began to appear in the space around her.

Then, a somewhat surreal scene slowly unfolded around her.

Two figures then appeared; they were Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu.

Huo Yuhao stood not far away, his gaze fixed on the scene, then he narrowed his eyes slightly.

His Divine Power was extremely powerful; he could tell at a glance that this was not some kind of illusion, but a manifestation of thought.

The ability to transform thoughts into visual scenes signifies that the caster's Divine Power has reached the peak of the Spirit Domain Realm, and they are only one step away from breaking through to the Divine Origin Realm.

He was secretly surprised, never expecting that Aunt Leng had cultivated her Divine Power to such a level without making a sound.

Leng Yulai clearly recognized what it was. She stared intently at the scene unfolding before her, as if some long-forgotten image was being unearthed.

Back then, she ran away from home in a fit of rage after witnessing Leng Yaozhu confessing her feelings to Yun Ming, and eventually joined the Holy Spirit Cult.

But the "story" she saw today was more complete. In that scene, after Leng Yaozhu finished saying her confession, she also said that for the sake of her family and her sister, she ultimately chose to give up!

Leng Yulai watched the slowly dissipating Thought Concretization, her gaze still lingering on the aftershocks of those scenes.

She looked at Leng Yaozhu, a feeling of indescribable shock surging within her.

She never imagined that things would change so much back then.

She always thought that what she saw was the whole story, that her sister had betrayed her and their sisterly bond, but little did she know that there was another sentence hidden deep within the cracks of time.

In an instant, she realized that all the hatred she had harbored over the years had been misdirected from the very beginning.

The anger that had lingered for years was now crumbling at an overwhelming speed, replaced by guilt and remorse, surging into her heart like a flood that had burst its banks, engulfing her entirely.

Her eyes welled up with tears, which streamed uncontrollably down her cold, beautiful face and dripped onto the ground. Her voice trembled as she said, "I was wrong... I was really wrong!"

Looking at her current state, Leng Yaozhu slowly withdrew the long sword from her hand.

The coldness in her eyes was gradually fading, but her tightly furrowed brows remained.

A moment later, Leng Yulai raised her head again. Her once aloof face was now streaked with tears, making her appear somewhat vulnerable.

Her voice softened. "I'm sorry... sister."

She had to say "I'm sorry."

That was a debt she had owed for many years, one she could not repay even if she exerted all her strength at this moment.

After speaking, Leng Yulai lowered her gaze slightly and asked again, "Sister... what are you going to do with me?"

Clearly, having learned the truth, Leng Yulai could no longer return to the Holy Spirit Cult.

Leng Yaozhu fell silent. She stood there, her gaze fixed on Leng Yulai's face, meeting those eyes filled with guilt and expectation.

She opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak for a moment.

The Evil Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Cult deserve to be killed by everyone; this is the consensus among all Soul Master across the continent.

But the person in front of her was her sister, one of the few blood relatives she had in the world.

If Leng Yulai did something minor, Leng Yaozhu might secretly cover it up out of pity.

But now, after years of being a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, she has committed countless evil deeds and taken the lives of countless innocent people.

Her fists slowly clenched, and finally she could only say, "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"What I can guarantee is that you won't suffer any torment in the final stage of your life."

As she finished speaking, her tone finally softened. "This is the only thing I can do for you as your older sister right now."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yulai showed no resentment or sadness; instead, she laughed.

The smile was gentle, yet it carried a sense of relief. "I knew you would say that."

She then extended her right hand, holding a metal sphere the size of an infant's fist in her palm, its surface gleaming with a dull metallic luster.

"This contains evidence of Qiangu Dongfeng's connection with the Holy Spirit Cult; it should be what you need."

Leng Yaozhu took the metal ball, her fingertips touching its cool surface, a complex emotion passing through her heart.

Just then, a dark red short sword appeared silently in Leng Yulai's left hand.

The short sword gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and its blade bore a dark mark that seemed to have been frozen for a long time.

But the sword didn't pierce Leng Yaozhu. Instead, she flipped her wrist, reversed the sword tip, and thrust it straight into her own chest!