Ye Jiuzhou Finally Became Ye Jiuhuang

Ye Jiuzhou's mouth curved upward wildly, a smile he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried.

He quickly turned his face away, pretended to cough twice, and forcefully held back a grin that was about to stretch from ear to ear.

He wanted to take this opportunity to ease the tension between them and say a few more words:

"Um... Brother Xuan, I actually didn't mean it that way. It's mainly because..."

"Get out."

Ye Xuan interrupted him.

He set down his teacup, his eyes completely devoid of warmth:

"Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, get lost."

"The thousand-year pact is approaching."

"Ye Jiuzhou, go back and prepare for your funeral. In that battle, I will kill you."

Ye Jiuzhou's smile froze on his face.

Looking into Ye Xuan's eyes, which were filled with deathly stillness and absolute resolve, he felt a dull ache in his chest.

But he quickly adjusted his emotions and restored his usual unbearably arrogant demeanor:

"Fine."

"In a thousand years, at the peak of the Heavenly Mountain."

"I will wait for you to kill me."

As long as you are willing to see me.

Even if it is to kill me, that is fine.

After returning to the Sword God Palace, Ye Jiuzhou immediately announced he was entering secluded death-meditation.

This time, he wasn't just trying to break through his cultivation. He was doing it for one thing only: to refine the residual medicinal power of the Yin-Yang Fortune Divine Pill that had been accumulating in his body for a thousand years.

A thousand years was a lifetime of worldly changes for mortals, the rise and fall of countless dynasties.

But for Ye Jiuzhou in seclusion, it was a long, desperate metamorphosis.

As time passed, the sword bones in his body finally achieved complete perfection.

The energies of Yin and Yang in his dantian no longer clashed and tore at each other. Instead, like a Taiji fish, they connected head to tail, perfectly blending to reach the legendary realm of Flawless Primordial Unity.

Not only that, but his cultivation advanced with unstoppable momentum, crushing the successive bottlenecks of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm and stepping right into the absolute pinnacle of the cultivation world, the peak of the Mahayana Realm.

He was only half a step away from becoming a legendary True Immortal.

But what brought Ye Jiuzhou the most ecstatic joy was not his cultivation.

It was... the changes in his body.

When the first ray of sunlight in a thousand years pierced through the stone crevices of the secret chamber and fell upon the figure sitting cross-legged.

In the secret chamber, there was no longer Ye Jiuzhou.

There was only a peerless woman in a red dress with black hair flowing like a waterfall, sitting there quietly.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her long-lost self in the water mirror.

She raised a hand, trembling as she touched the face in the mirror. Her fingertips were cold, but her tears were scalding hot.

"I'm back..."

"I've finally changed back..."

"I am a woman... I am Ye Jiuhuang!"

At this moment, all the pain, all the forbearance, all the grievances she had swallowed with broken teeth and blood over the past thousand years, turned into rolling hot tears.

She covered her face and cried like a child, her shoulders shaking violently.

She could finally stand rightfully in front of Ye Xuan.

She could finally tell him everything.

She could finally... love him.

"Husband, wait for me!"

At the peak of the Heavenly Mountain, heavy snow was falling.

This was the closest place to heaven. A sea of clouds surged beneath their feet, and the firmament was within reach, as if just one more step upward would lead into the Nine Heavens.

It was also the perfect place to bury all grudges and resentments.

Ye Xuan had already been waiting here.

Dressed in black, bearing a longsword on his back, his head of white hair danced wildly in the wind and snow. Accumulated snow covered his shoulders and eyelashes. He remained motionless, like a statue that had sat withered here for a thousand years. There was not a trace of vitality on his body, only a pure, ultimate intent of death.

"Ye Xuan!"

A crisp, melodious voice full of joy descended from the sky, piercing through the howling wind and snow to reach his ears.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly.

This voice... sounded a bit familiar, yet so strange.

He raised his head.

The sky full of wind and snow seemed to be dyed with color at that moment.

A red light as bright as the morning glow broke through the clouds, and a peerless woman in a red dress descended on the wind. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with skin like snow and picturesque features. Yet, the contours of her phoenix eyes and the slightly raised tips of her eyebrows clearly carried the shadow of Ye Jiuzhou.

"You..." Ye Xuan was stunned.

"It's me."

Ye Jiuhuang landed, the tips of her toes touching the snow without leaving even a single footprint.

She walked towards Ye Xuan step by step, her red dress looking like a blooming red spider lily amidst the white snow.

Starlight flickered in her eyes, and her face bore an unprecedented shyness and excitement.

It was the profound relief of someone who had hidden a secret for a thousand years and could finally confess:

"Ye Xuan, do you see clearly? This is my true appearance."

"I have been a woman from the very beginning. My name is not Ye Jiuzhou, I am Ye Jiuhuang."

She walked up to Ye Xuan and reached out, wanting to hold his hand. Her fingertips trembled, and her voice trembled too:

"I have never betrayed you. I never touched any of your women. I kept them all in the Sword God Palace. My body and my heart have always been completely pure."

"Ye Xuan, let's cancel the thousand-year pact."

"We will go back to the Sword God Palace. From now on, you are not my younger brother... you are my husband, okay?"

If these words were placed in any storybook, they would herald a grand reunion ending.

Lovers finally getting married, a thousand-year misunderstanding melting away like ice, and holding hands until their hair turns white.

However.

Reality is often much crueler than storybooks.