That night…
Lin Luochen looked at his injuries and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. His shoulder blades had been pierced through, the bones in his lower leg were nearly shattered, and there wasn’t a single part of his body left unscathed—he was in a pitiful state.
His cultivation had been sealed, and he had no herbs to heal. But unlike his previous life, he no longer felt sorrow from being neglected.
Lin Luochen pulled out a dagger, took a deep breath, and stabbed toward his chest.
“Puchi—”
Blood gushed out, and his already pale face became even more ashen.
At that moment, he nearly collapsed from exhaustion, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give up.
He knew that if he didn’t extract the Supreme Bone tonight, with the way things developed afterward, he would be framed again and eventually crippled!
He absolutely couldn’t let that happen. That time in his past life was too dark, too painful!
He had been like a dead dog back then…
Thinking of this, Lin Luochen didn’t hesitate anymore. He aimed the blade at the golden bone in his chest and, without any protective technique, clenched his teeth and slashed down.
“Ah…”
The unbearable pain made his eyes bloodshot. He knelt to the ground, blood soaking his white robes in a striking red.
Even though he had been reborn, he was now without cultivation and covered in injuries. He simply couldn’t endure such agony.
But thinking of the misfortune awaiting him in a few days and the system that would only awaken after three more days, Lin Luochen didn’t delay and forcibly removed the entire Supreme Bone.
Holding the Supreme Bone dripping with golden blood, he smiled freely.
Now, he could escape this prison and leave this place of heartbreak.
Reborn… it’s not that I want you anymore!
“What are you doing!?”
A crisp, heavenly voice came from outside, trembling with anger.
Leng Qingqiu dropped the spiritual herbs in her hand and rushed to Lin Luochen’s side. Her delicate, fair hand gripped his wrist tightly, her phoenix eyes bloodshot.
“Why would you do this!?” she stared at his handsome but deathly pale face, her grip tightening instead of loosening.
Lin Luochen winced from the pain and impatiently flung her hand off. “What are you doing!?”
“I should be asking you that! Why would you extract your Supreme Bone!?” Leng Qingqiu’s beautiful face was filled with fury and heartache.
Lin Luochen froze, then said coldly, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I…” Leng Qingqiu was speechless.
Yes… it was clearly what she had wanted. So why was she so anxious now?
Looking at the bloody Supreme Bone, his hollow chest, and his pale, lifeless face, her heart ached unbearably.
“Why are you here?” Lin Luochen asked coldly, breaking the silence when she didn’t answer.
Leng Qingqiu was momentarily stunned. She had originally come to deliver herbs to heal him. But seeing his frigid eyes and distant words, she suddenly felt a wave of frustration and grievance.
“I came to take the Supreme Bone for Junior Brother Ye!” she said coldly, forcing down the pain in her heart. “And his Life Sword.”
Lin Luochen glanced at her, then silently handed over the Supreme Bone and the Life Sword.
[As expected… so eager to take my Supreme Bone and Life Sword.]
[In the past life, during every trial, if Ye Chen faced even the slightest danger, she would risk her life to save him, even planning to pave his path to become an Emperor.]
[Master pursued only the Dao and the Emperor’s road, yet for Ye Chen’s sake, she turned her back on him. Truly laughable… and pitiful.]
Leng Qingqiu’s body trembled. She looked at Lin Luochen in disbelief.
For Ye Chen’s sake, turn against Master? How could she possibly do such a thing?
Thinking of that, and recalling Lin Luochen’s previous thoughts, her mind was thrown into chaos. “Back then, when I was seriously injured and fell off that cliff, blinded—was it really you who stayed by my side?”
Lin Luochen clutched his bleeding chest, lifted his gaze toward her, and said coldly, “It wasn’t me.”
“You used to always say it was!” Leng Qingqiu rushed forward, grabbing his shoulder tightly. “Was it you or not!?”
Lin Luochen’s shoulder blades were already pierced. Being grabbed like this made him gasp in pain. “I once had selfish intentions. I was wrong—no, it wasn’t me!”
His eyes held disappointment… and a hint of mockery.
[In my past life, I explained over and over, but you insisted on believing Ye Chen’s lies. Why suddenly ask now in this life? Strange indeed.]
Leng Qingqiu’s fingers trembled slightly, and her phoenix eyes were filled with confusion.
The past life… this life…
What’s going on? Why is everything so chaotic?
She forced herself to calm down. She stored the Supreme Bone and Life Sword in her spirit ring, then gave Lin Luochen a glance filled with pain.
With a light wave of her hand, a few divine herbs fell in front of him. “These should be enough to heal your injuries and make up for the loss.”
Lin Luochen was stunned. He looked at the herbs—each was priceless, their value unimaginable.
But he gently shook his head. “I don’t need them.”
Leng Qingqiu’s anger boiled. Her beautiful face twisted with irritation. “Fine! Then don’t want them!”
With that, she retrieved the herbs and stormed out, slamming the door.
Outside the sleeping quarters, Leng Qingqiu’s eyes grew misty. She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
“When I fell off the cliff… was it really you who stayed with me?”
She had always been a cold and distant fairy, indifferent to everything. But this matter—this one thing—mattered deeply to her.
Because the world only admired her as the Saint’s disciple, for her unmatched talent and beauty.
But back then, she had fallen from her pedestal, lost her sight, her cultivation, even her beauty.
It was that person who stayed with her, cared for her, and gave her warmth she hadn’t felt since her mother passed away.
Crystal tears slid down her cheeks and fell to the floor. Her beautiful face was stained with sorrowful traces.
She… was lost.
…
Late night.
Lin Luochen, enduring the pain, bandaged himself simply before falling into a deep sleep.
Inside the sleeping quarters, a shadow quietly moved. The sound of rustling came, but Lin Luochen was far too exhausted to react.
…
[System prompt—Host, the system will successfully activate in two days.]
…
The next morning.
The heavy doors to the sleeping quarters burst open, startling Lin Luochen awake.
Groggily lifting his eyelids, the first thing he saw was a pure and elegant fairy with a face like a pearl emitting light.
“Lin Luochen!”
Leng Qingqiu’s voice echoed like winter frost through the chamber, filled with fury.
Behind her stood Ye Chen, who looked at Lin Luochen with a face full of grievance, his voice trembling.
“Senior Brother Lin, why did you steal the ring my mother left me before she passed?”