Dead silence spread through the pavilion.
Yun Sheng stared fixedly at the spirit tea leaves floating in her cup, her voice hoarse. "I have no sect, because I killed my master with my own hands."
At those words, Song Qiuya stopped peeling her grape. Qin Chuxia's red lips parted slightly, and she forgot to chew the spirit fruit in her mouth. Li Xiaoyue and Zhang Ruoxi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.
Chen Lin wore an odd expression and raised an eyebrow. "You betrayed your master and disgraced your lineage?"
"It was self-defense." Yun Sheng raised her head and met Chen Lin's gaze, her eyes utterly calm. "My master's Daoist title was Madam Yun. She was at early Nascent Soul. Taking me as her disciple, providing resources for my cultivation, granting me cultivation arts-all of it was for this body."
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Yun Sheng rubbed her fingers along the rough rim of her teacup.
"Fifty years ago, I broke through to late Core Formation. On the very night I completed my breakthrough, she entered my secluded cultivation chamber under the pretext of protecting me and immediately unleashed the Soul Possession Secret Art. Her lifespan was nearly exhausted, and her body was decaying. She had set her sights on my pure yin body long before."
Yun Sheng spoke rapidly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, recounting a bloody episode from her past.
"I had prepared a contingency. Trapped in her Soul Possession Formation, I detonated my Life-Bound Dharma Artifact and forcibly broke free, even at the cost of damaging my cultivation and dropping in realm. Her vitality was already failing, and her divine soul was extremely weak after leaving her body. I blasted her to death on the spot with a hidden Thunderfire Talisman. Not even her divine soul remained."