It Really Was You, Gu Huaiwei

Having shed her old scales, Jiang Zhuoxue possessed an unprecedented majesty and power.

After his dragon tail swept low before everyone's eyes, those who had previously had some opinions about him all fell silent, as if Jiang Zhuoxue had finally regained his dignity as Dragon Race at that moment.

Seeing Sang Ying staring intently at the black dragon tumbling in mid-air, Gu Huaiwei's expression became even more unpleasant.

His memory ended on the day Sang Ying pierced his Dantian. Gu Huaiwei didn't even know how Sang Ying got to know this black dragon, or how she had diverted the precious attention of the now wary Sang Ying.

He couldn't help but feel jealous, and even his words carried a hint of sourness. "Who is that person? I don't think I've seen him before."

"It seems I don't need the Demon Lord to scrutinize all the friends I've made. Besides, instead of meddling in my affairs, the Demon Lord should go find a healer to examine the wound on his chest." Upon hearing this, Sang Ying's gaze towards Gu Huaiwei grew even colder.

Sang Ying's sword left a trace of heavenly lightning on Gu Huaiwei's chest. Originally, the Demon Lord's powerful body was enough to allow him to recover quickly in the shortest amount of time no matter what serious injury he suffered.

But because of this lightning, the small wound not only showed no signs of healing, but instead made Gu Huaiwei increasingly uncomfortable.

The demon army he brought was incredibly fierce, and most of them had already perished under the lightning tribulation. The remaining few were simply not capable of defeating the Flowing Light Sword Sect. Moreover, Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples had not left at all; with their assistance, destroying the Flowing Light Sword Sect would be even more difficult.

Gu Huaiwei's plan was doomed to failure the moment Jiang Zhuoxue attracted the heavenly lightning.

But now that he's already given all that away, he can't let go of Sang Ying in front of him!

Despite the pain, Gu Huaiwei looked at Sang Ying, who was on guard. After she showed signs of wanting to escape, he finally reached out his hand to Sang Ying.

"Come with me!" He dropped his pretense of gentleness. "I'll take you with me!"

Gu Huaiwei knew that after his failure, there would definitely be no place for him in the Twin Orchid Realm. In fact, because he had ruined his master's plan, the other party might turn around and get rid of him in order to cover up the truth.

Even though she was in such danger, Gu Huaiwei still wanted to keep Sang Ying by her side.

The next second, his outstretched hand was struck by a powerful Spiritual Power.

"You don't actually think that I've survived the Heavenly Tribulation, so you'll still have a chance to run into her, do you?" The young man's clear voice suddenly rang in their ears.

Gu Huaiwei clearly saw Sang Ying's eyes suddenly brighten after hearing the voice.

The young man's wide black robe hung unceremoniously to the ground, its dark patterns gleaming like fine scales in the sunlight. He had thick eyebrows and dark hair, and his handsome features were no different from before, but he now possessed an air of authority that was unexpectedly more pronounced.

Those lips, which had always seemed a little pale, finally regained color, making them look even more beautiful and charming.

He was probably unable to control his aura for the time being, but as soon as he took a few steps closer to the two of them, the overwhelming pressure of a top-level divine beast belonging to the Dragon Race came down heavily on their heads.

Sang Ying was alright. After all, the two had spent a long time together, and she was already covered in Jiang Zhuoxue's aura. In addition, the pressure wasn't directed at her, so she was able to stand steadily amidst the pressure.

But Gu Huaiwei was different; he had already fallen into demonic possession and was filled with hostility towards Jiang Zhuoxue. The moment their auras clashed, they suddenly began to entangle and fight each other.

If it were Gu Huaiwei in his prime, the two might still have a chance to fight, but Gu Huaiwei currently injured, while Jiang Zhuoxue has just survived her tribulation and her strength has greatly increased.

The fight between the two quickly ended with Jiang Zhuoxue's victory and Gu Huaiwei being injured again.

Jiang Zhuoxue coldly watched as the Demon Lord in front of her coughed up blood in a disheveled state, then turned and threw a burst of Spiritual Power at Sang Ying.

The cute and delicate succubus vanished instantly, and Sang Ying, now back in her original form, reappeared before everyone with an aura of coldness.

"Congratulations." These were the first words Sang Ying said to Jiang Zhuoxue.

Congratulations on surviving the tribulation! Congratulations on becoming even stronger!

Jiang Zhuoxue understood her meaning, and the joy of finding her also welled up within her. "Uncle Sang said he's waiting for me to take you back so we can rebuild the Flowing Light Sword Sect together."

This statement carries a profound meaning, subtly expressing Sang Zheng's approval of Jiang Zhuoxue. However, Sang Ying is naturally oblivious to these subtexts. Gu Huaiwei, who has been repeatedly struck down, is one of only two people present who can grasp the deeper implications.

And this was what Jiang Zhuoxue specifically told him.

Realizing this, Gu Huaiwei's gaze darkened slightly.

He looked up and met Jiang Zhuoxue's provocative gaze. He was slightly taken aback, feeling as if the person in front of him seemed to have seen through something.

Sang Ying was oblivious to the subtle competition between the two. She only spoke eagerly after hearing Jiang Zhuoxue's words, saying, "Then let's hurry and find my father!"

Jiang Zhuoxue nodded with a smile and extended her hand to her.

Sang Ying instinctively placed her hand in his palm, a move made without the slightest hesitation, which was extremely irritating to Gu Huaiwei.

As they were about to leave with the arrogance of victors, Gu Huaiwei could not bear being abandoned by Sang Ying.

He struggled to his feet and reached out his hand towards Sang Ying.

Just as he made a move, a sword light and a burst of Spiritual Power rushed towards Gu Huaiwei.

Gu Huaiwei dodged the Spiritual Power carrying the aura of the Dragon Race, but failed to avoid Sang Ying's sword.

With a "click," the sword light unexpectedly struck Gu Huaiwei's mask.

Having recovered her cultivation, Sang Ying's sword strike was powerful enough to completely shatter the iron mask. And just as they had expected, Gu Huaiwei didn't even have time to raise her hand to block. The iron mask was split in two right before their eyes.

That face, so familiar to her, appeared before Sang Ying once more. Amidst Gu Huaiwei's panicked and bewildered expression, he heard Sang Ying's cold yet resolute voice:

"It really is you, Gu Huaiwei."

Her tone was so cold, as if she were addressing a stranger. Hearing it sent shivers down Gu Huaiwei's spine.

He raised his head, looking at his former disciple with a mixture of longing and pleading, trying to find a trace of nostalgia in her face, but alas, all he saw was indifference.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he looked down at Sang Ying, who had been framed by Su Fuyun.

Sang Ying's sword once again surged with fighting spirit, and at this moment the tip of the Floating River Sword was pointed at its former master.

"Stand up," she said. "Let's settle our score once and for all!"

A note from the author:

I've been so busy these past few days, I'm really sorry I've only been able to update once a day. I'll make up for it when I'm less busy.

Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow!