A thousand years ago, when people spoke of Chu Weiliang, they never needed to comment on how beautiful she was.
They only knew that witnessing her beauty was the fortune of a lifetime.
But now, this unforgettable beautiful face, this peerless beauty they had personally destroyed back then, had vividly reappeared before them…
Nothing could be more terrifying than this.
The air fell deathly silent.
Only Feng Xi grew even more furious.
Pinned against the cliff by ten thousand swords, it was completely immobilized.
If even a single finger could move right now, it wouldn’t be using its mouth.
“Deceitful woman! Lying bitch! All women are lying bitches! Oink oink oink—!!!”
Wen Shubai heard this, his brow arching slightly above the silk gauze as he turned to praise it: “You speak truth. For those words alone, I shall spare your life.”
As he turned his head, a sharp glint flashed from behind the silk gauze, startling Feng Xi so much that if it could move, it would have clamped its large hand over its pig snout.
“Jun…!!!”
After uttering that single character, it immediately realized the remaining two characters must never be spoken!
As an ancient demonic creature that had lived over ten thousand years, one that had witnessed the glory of the ancient Demon Emperor and fought alongside Demon Lord Jun Fuyi, this pig’s brain suddenly became unprecedentedly clever, quickly changing its words: “A gentleman’s word!”
Wen Shubai nodded with satisfaction and smiled: “Is as good as his bond.”
The ten thousand swords withdrew.
The monsters all obediently returned to the Demon Suppression Tower.
This also gave Fang Jixue sufficient time to reactivate the Myriad Phenomena Formation.
Only Feng Xi was kept by Wen Shubai.
He transformed it into a small black pig and tossed it to Chu Weiliang.
“You hold it. Let it learn that not all women are lying bitches.”
Chu Weiliang: …
She felt like he was insulting her, but couldn’t find any evidence.
Qin Buji wanted to speak in her defense, “Grandmaster Uncle, little A Liang might have just eaten too many sunflower seeds…”
Wen Shubai’s gauze-covered face abruptly turned toward him.
Shut up!
If I had arrived any later, the plan I’ve endured for a thousand years would have been completely ruined by her games.
Wen Shubai’s anger immediately silenced Qin Buji.
But the Enforcement Elder wouldn’t concede, “Reporting to the Sword Sovereign, since someone privately opened the Demon Suppression Tower, Feng Xi serves as material evidence. I request it be handed over to our Thousand Machines Sect for custody.”
Feng Xi: Even if I’m not material witness, I shouldn’t be considered material evidence! You’re the material evidence! Your whole family is material evidence!
Wen Shubai irritably raised an eyebrow, “What? Does the Thousand Machines Sect suspect I conspired with a pig? Or doubt my ability to keep watch over a single pig, that it might escape?”
Enforcement: …
He looked toward Fang Jixue.
Fang Jixue silently nodded.
The Enforcement Elder didn’t dare persist.
Meanwhile, An Nan Chan, after the earlier half-day ordeal, had finally recovered somewhat through meditation and healing. She immediately stood up and pointed at Chu Weiliang, shouting:
“You Northern Xuan traitor, how dare you return!”
“If someone whose soul was scattered dares to return, shouldn’t those who’ve been living all along have the courage to face me?” Chu Weiliang tilted her head and vigorously stroked the little black pig in her arms.
By now, the nine elders of the Thousand Machines Sect had gathered around.
Most of them bore injuries of varying severity—some recognized Chu Weiliang, while others had never seen her before.
Emboldened by her numerical advantage, An Nan Chan raised her voice and said with sarcastic mockery, “Today marks the joyous union between me and the Thousand Machines Sect Leader. This is the perfect opportunity to introduce this woman to all present!”
She took a step forward, pointing directly at Chu Weiliang’s nose.
“That woman is the greatest traitor of our Northern Profound Realm from a thousand years ago—the female demon who bathed the Sin Cleansing Platform in blood, Chu Weiliang!”
A continuous wave of hushed exclamations rippled beneath the Demon Suppression Tower.
The crowd murmured among themselves, occasionally stealing glances at Fang Jixue’s reaction.
Yet he appeared solely focused on examining the Myriad Phenomena Formation overhead for any flaws, as if completely unconcerned with the commotion.
Chu Weiliang, holding the pig, used its snout to push away An Nan Chan’s pointing finger.
“Now I’m just a pig farmer. But you—haven’t even cleared your name for privately releasing Monsters. Are you trying to divert attention?”
Feng Xi, still harboring resentment over his blinded eye, snapped his jaws to bite.
Unwilling to be bitten by a pig’s mouth, An Nan Chan withdrew her finger, then turned to point at Fang Jixue.
“Hmph! Wretch! Your indiscriminate slaughter on the Sin Cleansing Platform made you deserving of death. Now that you’ve returned to life, your master who raised you is right here. Kneel and confess your crimes!”
She had already presumptuously elevated herself to the status of Chu Weiliang’s master’s wife.
Fang Jixue seemed to finally hear this. He slowly turned, his cool gaze bypassing An Nan Chan to fix directly on Chu Weiliang from afar.
So she had truly returned.
That explained everything that had happened today.
When he first saw her earlier, he couldn’t believe it—the words “Who are you?” had escaped his lips.
Now, only one thought echoed firmly in his mind: If she knelt now, he would acknowledge her return.
This lifetime, he would teach her properly, watch over her carefully, and never let her make mistakes again.
If she wanted him to annul this sacred marriage, he would agree without hesitation, regardless of the cost.
Yet the person across from him only offered a cold, faint smile—just like before, as if she never understood emotions—but now tinged with a mocking delight.
“I no longer have a master,” Chu Weiliang’s voice was calm yet brooked no argument.
“Outrageous!” An Nan Chan scolded furiously.
Before Fang Jixue could utter a word, she was already hopping mad.
“Once a teacher, always a father! As long as Jixue hasn’t expelled you from the sect, you remain a disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect for life!”
Jixue, Jixue…
How nauseating to hear.
Chu Weiliang’s smile turned pained.
“Well said. Unfortunately, that life of mine already ended. In this lifetime, whether I become human or dog, good or evil—it no longer has anything to do with him.”
Those who wound others are inevitably wounded themselves.
Reliving all the people and events of the past in detail again was an unpleasant experience.
Weary, she wanted to leave this noisy place.
She had played enough today. She was tired. She despised this world.
Unexpectedly, Fang Jixue, who had remained largely silent, suddenly spoke:
“She… is no longer a disciple of my Thousand Machines Sect.”
His pale eyes trembled slightly, as if he had made a momentous decision.
“I, Fang Jixue, Sect Master of the Thousand Machines Sect, hereby expel Chu Weiliang from our sect. Let all present bear witness.”
His voice rose, announcing it clearly before the crowd.
Another wave of sighs swept through the assembly.
In Northern Xuan, the bond between master and disciple was greater than heaven.
Defiance, insubordination, blasphemy, betrayal—all were capital offenses.
Yet now, he was lightly casting her out of the sect.
Just as he had once erased her existence with a single sword stroke so easily.
As if her life, her death, were all utterly insignificant!!!
The strands of hair at her temples stirred without any wind.
The Evil Root that Chu Weiliang had severed still retained a remnant deep within her fragmented soul.
At this moment, those shattered fragments of evil abruptly stirred, suddenly resonating with the thousands of Monsters within the Demon Suppression Tower.
The recently resealed Myriad Phenomena Formation rumbled and shook violently.
Everyone sensed this sudden terror, bracing themselves completely as if the Celestial Demon Disintegration that once occurred on the Sin Cleansing Platform was about to strike again.
Unexpectedly, someone tapped Chu Weiliang sharply on the back of her head.
The person on the verge of falling into demonic obsession was jolted awake by that slap.
Before her, a silver cloak trailing on the ground turned to block her path.
“She has already died once. Her past lives and previous incarnations have long been erased. In this present life, Sect Leader Fang has no right to speak of expelling her from the sect.”
Wen Shubai turned around, standing cheerfully before Chu Weiliang with one hand behind his back, a snow-white sword twirling elegantly in his palm as he used its hilt to lift her chin.
“Just a wisp of a fragmented soul, barely one or two-tenths intact, and already so troublesome. If your soul were complete someday, how formidable would you become?”
He curved his eyes at her, his voice softening, “However, since you’ve attached yourself to this lord’s Puppet, it must be fate. For the sake of saving all living beings, this lord will reluctantly take you in.”
Chu Weiliang: …???
Wen Shubai: “Why aren’t you kneeling, kowtowing, and calling me Master?”