These dozen or so simple words became the final straw that crushed Xiao Honglian completely.
“No... no! That’s impossible!”
Xiao Honglian had gone utterly mad!
She shot to her feet. The cultivation of the Flame Emperor within her—power enough to shatter the heavens—could no longer be restrained. It surged out wildly, causing the surrounding void to fracture again and again.
Like a beast that had lost all reason, she howled madly amid the clouds, clutching at her long hair, her eyes filled with a twisted, hysterical despair.
“How could you possibly not love me? Who gave you permission to stop loving me?”
“You’re Ye Xuan! You’re the Ye Xuan who would rush into danger just because I said a word! You’re the Eldest Senior Brother who would even throw his life away to save me!”
Xiao Honglian staggered toward Ye Xuan, trying to pull him tightly into her arms, but Ye Xuan effortlessly sidestepped her.
She could not believe it.
In the memories she had cherished, Ye Xuan’s love for her had been so obsessive, so humble—utterly without limits.
“Even when I had a husband, even when I betrayed you, you still loved me so deeply! You were even willing to die for me!”
Xiao Honglian screamed wildly, incoherent as she laid bare the ugliest part of her sense of superiority. “Now I’ve killed Xiao Huo with my own hands! I no longer have a husband! The greatest obstacle between us is gone!”
“I can openly become your wife now! I can give you my entire faction as compensation! Why won’t you love me anymore?”
Looking at Xiao Honglian’s arrogant yet pitiful expression, Ye Xuan merely calmly brushed at dust that was not there from his sleeve.
“Oh? And what does that have to do with me?”
Ye Xuan’s voice was so even that not a single ripple stirred within it. “You killed Xiao Huo? How gratifying. But what does that have to do with me?”
“Junior Sister, have you forgotten? The Ye Xuan who loved you to madness, who loved you so much he would rather die for you, died long ago in that alchemy furnace.”
“My love for you was already worn away—utterly extinguished—in those long, dark, freezing cycles of reincarnation.”
Ye Xuan looked at her coldly. “The man standing before you now is Ye Jiuhuang’s husband.”
“To me, you are nothing more than a junior sister with whom I retain the barest trace of fellowship. Nothing more.”
“No... don’t... Please, don’t say that...”
Xiao Honglian fell to her knees, gasping for breath, the pain in her heart so intense that she was nearly about to faint.
He had loved her!
But now, he no longer did!
The agony of having missed her chance was ten thousand times crueler than if Ye Xuan had never loved her at all!
Xiao Honglian completely lost her mind. The Flame Emperor’s origin fire within her erupted with a deafening roar, and dark crimson flames instantly vaporized the surrounding sea of clouds for tens of thousands of miles.
Her eyes burned crimson as she roared in madness:
“No! I refuse to allow you to stop loving me!”
“You are mine! In life after life, you can only ever be my husband! Since you loved me back then, you must love me forever!”
“You want to dump me and marry that harlot? Dream on! I’ll kill her! I’ll burn this Sword God Palace to the ground! I’ll tie you to my side—even if I have to break your hands and feet, you will never leave me!”
She screamed one horrifying threat after another, releasing the terrifying pressure of the Flame Emperor’s Mahayana realm without restraint. In the next moment, she seemed ready to drag the entire world down with her!
Yet even in the face of a completely deranged Flame Emperor,
Ye Xuan remained standing with his hands behind his back. He stared coldly at Xiao Honglian’s frenzied state, the corners of his lips curling into undisguised contempt.
“Junior Sister, stop indulging in that self-righteous madness of yours.”
Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh, his voice carrying a mercilessness that saw through everything. “I, Ye Xuan, spent an entire lifetime humiliating myself for you. I even gave up my life for you. That should have been more than enough.”
“I have neither the need nor the leisure to humiliate myself for a woman who once betrayed me a second time!”
“Humiliate yourself…”
Those two words shattered the last vestiges of Xiao Honglian’s frenzy.
The divine flame she had always taken pride in went out instantly, and she collapsed to her knees before Ye Xuan once more with a thud.
“No… It wasn’t humiliation… Senior Brother, I was wrong… I truly know that I was wrong…”
Xiao Honglian crawled humbly to Ye Xuan’s feet and clung desperately to his leg, weeping like a helpless orphan.
Ye Xuan shook his head and looked down at her from above, his eyes filled with a despairing insight.
“You don’t know that you were wrong.”
Ye Xuan’s voice was cold enough to freeze the blood, piercing through the last of her pretenses with a single strike. “You only know that you’re about to lose me forever.”
“You’re crying and throwing a fit not because you feel guilty about what you did to me back then, but because you can’t accept that the dog who once obeyed your every command and waited forever in the same place has now become someone else’s husband!”
Her ugliest inner thoughts exposed for all to see, Xiao Honglian grew even more hysterical. She shook her head frantically and wailed, “No! That’s not it! I truly regret what I did…”
“Junior Sister, stop making a scene.”
Ye Xuan cut her off without mercy, a trace of mockery in his sigh. “It’s impossible for me to love you again. No one in this world will wait forever in the same place for you.”
He leaned forward slightly and looked at Xiao Honglian’s tear-streaked face. A chilling glint flashed through his eyes.
“When you trampled my sincere feelings beneath your feet and savagely crushed them for the sake of vanity, for the sake of a few sweet words from Xiao Huo…”
“Do you think I didn’t suffer?”
“Do you think that when I stood before the alchemy furnace and watched you shed tears for Xiao Huo, only to see him shatter your heavenly spirit with a single palm strike, my heart didn’t hurt?”
Faced with Ye Xuan’s thunderous accusations, Xiao Honglian completely broke down.
She knew that her sins were grave. She knew how vile her actions had been back then.
“I can atone for my sins! I can make it up to you!”
Xiao Honglian screamed frantically. She raised her head and stared fixedly at Ye Xuan with an expression of utter humility and desperate hope.
“As long as you’re willing to love me again... as long as you’ll give me one chance! I’ll give you the entire Flame Emperor’s legacy!”
“I’ll be your servant for the rest of my life! I’ll repay you with every life I have, for all eternity!”
“I know I went too far. It was all my fault! Just don’t abandon me... please... for the sake of what we once shared...”
She kept blaming herself, humbling herself until she was lower than dust.
Her eyes were filled with desperate hope. She was waiting, waiting for even the slightest concession from the heart that Ye Xuan had once given her.
And yet.
Just as she waited, full of hope, for Ye Xuan’s answer...
Above the Sword God Palace.
An extremely cold and ethereal voice, as if untouched by the mortal world and descending from the highest heavens, suddenly rang out across the entire sky above the palace:
“Darling, it’s rare for us to have a guest at the Sword God Palace today. Why are you receiving her all by yourself?”
The instant that voice appeared,
the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which had been boiling in response to Xiao Honglian’s violent emotions, scattered in all directions as though it had encountered an utterly terrifying sovereign.
Xiao Honglian’s entire body suddenly stiffened.
She turned her head rigidly and looked toward the source of the voice.
Ahead, the sea of clouds parted of its own accord.
A woman walked slowly forward, treading upon a sky filled with golden sword qi, like a celestial goddess descending into the mortal realm.
She wore a green robe.
The same green robe.
Yet on her, it exuded a beauty so breathtaking that all the heavens and myriad worlds seemed to pale in comparison.
Her features were so beautiful that no one would even dare to harbor the slightest blasphemous thought toward her.
Around her lingered an immortal aura beyond all worldly existence, supreme and transcendent, towering above the Three Realms and Six Paths!
The next moment,
the goddess-like woman flashed forward, passing directly over Xiao Honglian, who was kneeling on the ground. Like a swallow returning to its nest, she threw herself into Ye Xuan’s arms with effortless familiarity and wholehearted affection.
The frost-cold expression on Ye Xuan’s face melted like spring snow the moment he caught her.
He raised both arms with exceptional gentleness and held the woman of peerless beauty tightly against him.
As though no one else were present, he even lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her smooth forehead, a kiss brimming with boundless tenderness and indulgence.
“I was only dealing with a bit of unfinished business from the past. What is it? Were you missing me already, darling?” Ye Xuan’s voice was so gentle it seemed almost capable of dripping with sweetness.
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