Forgive Her for Now

Crimson Snow Peak remained as desolate and quiet as ever. This time, Sang Ying's ascent up the mountain was free of the hardships and cold of the past.

She went straight to Su Fuyun's residence. Gu Huaiwei had placed her in the place with the most abundant Spiritual Qi on the entire Crimson Snow Peak, and even specially crafted a small house for her, which looked exquisite and warm.

It was worlds apart from Sang Ying's utterly simple cave abode.

Halfway there, a young man blocked Sang Ying's path. His appearance still vaguely resembled that of the boy she remembered, but he was more mature and composed than the boy she remembered.

Sang Ying quickly remembered his name— Zhou Heng'an.

The other person recognized Sang Ying at a glance. Upon seeing her, besides the initial surprise, there was also a hint of inexplicable guilt. "Senior Sister Sang Ying, it's been a long time..."

Sang Ying didn't bother to say anything more to him and quickly walked past him.

Zhou Heng'an probably figured out why Sang Ying had returned, and immediately ran up to block her. "I know I offended Senior Sister Sang Ying before, and Senior Sister Fuyun also offended you. But we both know we were wrong, and Senior Sister Fuyun is injured now. Can Senior Sister Sang Ying forgive her for now?"

Thanks to the ten years Su Fuyun was away, Peak Master Zhou was able to correct his son's ways considerably. Although he couldn't erase Su Fuyun's place in his heart, at least Zhou Heng'an was no longer as unable to distinguish right from wrong as before.

Even if right and wrong are distinguished, there are still degrees of closeness and distance.

Sang Ying pushed him away with disdain. "This is between Su Fuyun and me, so I won't trouble you."

Before Zhou Heng'an could stop her again, Sang Ying made a hand seal and knocked him to the ground. By the time he got up, Sang Ying had already disappeared.

Su Fuyun's wooden house was surrounded by a barrier, preventing the wind and snow from entering. Many flowers and trees were planted in front of the house, filling the Crimson Snow Peak with vitality.

All of this demonstrates Gu Huaiwei affection for her.

Sang Ying walked past the flowers and plants, heading straight for the wooden house.

Inside the room, Su Fuyun seemed to hear footsteps outside and called out, "Is that Heng'an?"

Her response was a loud bang as the door was kicked open.

Before Su Fuyun could even see who it was, a sharp blade appeared in front of her. Su Fuyun quickly rolled away to dodge, ignoring her own injuries.

But she was still a step too slow. Although Sang Ying's sword did not reach her chest, it left a deep bloody gash on her face.

Su Fuyun wiped her face, then screamed in fright at the blood on her hand. Before she could even grieve, another sword came hurtling down on her.

This time, it was too late for her to hide. The thing inside the jade pendant, fearing that Sang Ying would really kill Su Fuyun, had no choice but to use the mist to save her life once again.

As soon as she saw the black mist emerge, Sang Ying threw out the Sarira she had prepared beforehand, which hit the mist squarely and caused it to shrink from the heat.

A strange hissing sound instantly rang in Su Fuyun's mind, so loud it almost deafened her.

The mist was repelled by the Sarira and could no longer help Su Fuyun. Enduring the pain, she forcibly channeled her Spiritual Qi to run towards the door, hoping to find Gu Huaiwei as soon as possible to save her life.

"Sang Ying, are you insane? This is Crimson Snow Peak!" The implication was clear: did Sang Ying dare to kill someone right under Gu Huaiwei's nose?

Sang Ying ignored her and, with a few Method Formula, launched her longsword straight at Su Fuyun, each strike aimed at her heart.

Perhaps the mist truly couldn't bear to see Su Fuyun die. Even though it was injured by the Sarira every time it emerged, it still managed to deflect Su Fuyun's sword every time. But even so, Sang Ying's sword still left dozens of holes in Su Fuyun's body.

In no time at all, a pretty and delicate young woman was transformed into a blood-soaked figure.

"Sang Ying, your master will not let you go, and neither will I!" Su Fuyun's shrill voice rang in my ears, filled with deep malice.

Sang Ying froze Su Fuyun's hands and feet with her Ice Spiritual Qi, then poured all her Spiritual Power into the sword and thrust it down again. This time, the mist failed to stop her sword, and the blade pierced Su Fuyun's heart.

At that moment Sang Ying couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You wicked disciple, how dare you!"

A voice filled with boundless rage resounded across Crimson Snow Peak, seemingly causing the entire mountain to tremble.

Dressed in white Gu Huaiwei hurried over with Xi Xue and pulled Su Fuyun into her arms.

The Spiritual Qi of the Soul Leaving Stage was poured into Su Fuyun's heart as if it were free, and he also didn't forget to stuff a few spiritual pills into her mouth.

Su Fuyun's wounds were visibly healing slowly, which made Sang Ying extremely regretful. Why did she only pull the sword out but not stab it back in?

"Master...?" Su Fuyun called out slowly and weakly, tears streaming down her face. No one could see her pitiful state without her saying anything more.

Gu Huaiwei's voice remained indifferent. "No need to say more, I already know."

He turned his head and glanced at Sang Ying, or perhaps more so at the blood-stained sword in her hand.

Sang Ying was certain that if she hadn't retrieved her sword before Gu Huaiwei appeared, he would probably have broken it.

"Senior Sister Fuyun!" Soon, Zhou Heng'an, looking disheveled, also arrived. He had probably chased after her all the way here. When he saw Su Fuyun's miserable state, his eyes were filled with heartache. When he looked at Sang Ying, he couldn't help but feel resentful.

"Senior Sister Sang Ying, how could you do this? Senior Sister Fuyun is your fellow disciple! How could you be so cruel to her?!" Judging from Zhou Heng'an's expression, he seemed quite surprised by what Sang Ying had done.

That's strange. She's not made of clay; after being targeted so many times, she's even made a mistake in fighting back?

Sang Ying slowly wiped the blood from her sword. "There are plenty of brothers who kill each other in this world, so what's so surprising about fellow disciples killing each other?"

Su Fuyun didn't speak, but nestled in Gu Huaiwei and sobbed softly.

Gu Huaiwei's cold gaze swept over them. "This matter will be severely punished by me!"

"Before you, Immortal Venerable Yanchen, punish me, you'll probably have to punish your good disciple first. I am now a Golden Core cultivator, and it is only right that I assume the position of Peak Master of Chenshuang Peak. If the Peak Master makes a mistake, the Discipline Hall will handle it; it's not your place, Immortal Venerable Yanchen, to interfere." She cupped her hands in farewell.

Back when she left the sect for training, Sang Ying took all the useful things from her cave abode with her, so she left very decisively, without even planning to go back to her cave abode to take a look.

Gu Huaiwei watched Sang Ying's departing figure, her expression enigmatic. "Are you severing your master-disciple relationship with me?"

Sang Ying didn't want to answer, but she still felt she should say, "I thought we never had that thing."

Which thing? The master-disciple relationship?

She's disregarded even the slightest bit of teacher-student affection; it seems Sang Ying is determined to break ties with Crimson Snow Peak.