The cave suddenly fell silent. Only the sound of muffled sobbing slipped through Mo Qiushuang’s fingers.
“Wu wu wu—!” Tears once again blurred her vision.
She remembered this scene. At that time, she had been cultivating, comprehending the Great Dao of heaven and earth, refining her own Dao heart.
Jiang Han had come again, carrying spiritual fruits he had gathered as an offering. He had somehow heard that her Dao heart had been damaged.
Ignoring his own safety, he had run deep into the mountains and picked a stalk of Spirit-Calming Incense.
She still remembered how his eyes had shone when he arrived at her cave. He had believed he could finally help her, so he had been overflowing with joy.
But Mo Qiushuang had already been irritated. She felt nothing but disdain for him. Seeing him come again only filled her with annoyance. Her mental state fluctuated violently, and she did not care what he was saying.
She had struck directly, breaking both his legs, scolding him fiercely, and throwing him down from the mountaintop. She had watched coldly as he struggled to crawl back to his cave in the pouring rain.
That streak of blood stretching across half the mountain was still vivid in her memory.
That time, she had shown no mercy. To teach Jiang Han a lesson, she had deliberately left a strand of spiritual power inside his body, forcing him to remain crippled for half a year before he could stand again.
After that incident, Jiang Han truly did not dare to come looking for her anymore. Even if he wanted to see her, he only dared to hide in the distance and steal a glance.
At the time, Mo Qiushuang had felt clever. She had even treated it as an achievement, boasting to her junior sisters and sharing her “experience” in getting rid of Jiang Han.
How had Jiang Han endured it back then? What kind of feelings had he carried when he faced her afterward?
Mo Qiushuang did not dare to imagine it. Just how strong had Jiang Han been?
If it had been her, she would have collapsed long ago. Yet Jiang Han had still been able to face them without changing his expression…
Bang! Another green lotus petal fell away and dissipated. Mo Qiushuang’s aura dropped once more, on the verge of falling back to the late Nascent Soul Realm.
Her face grew paler and paler, yet she seemed unaware. She only stared blankly at the recording pearl in her hand, her gaze dull and lifeless. You are reading on novelping dot com, the official source.
Thinking about it now, Jiang Han had truly treated her well. As long as he believed something was what Mo Qiushuang needed, he would deliver it to her immediately.
And what had she given in return? Nothing but disgust. Nothing but annoyance. She had never once given him even a single kind expression.
She remembered once when Jiang Han had unexpectedly obtained a hundred-year vermilion fruit. It was a spiritual fruit that could raise him by one minor stage.
He had squatted there without sleep for five days, waiting until the guardian spirit beast went out to forage before seizing the chance to pick the vermilion fruit.
Yet without the slightest hesitation, without even taking a moment to rest, he had rushed to her cave with the fruit, wanting to give it to her so she could eat it at its freshest.
A vermilion fruit. Though precious to Jiang Han, to her it had been nothing but a useless fruit. Especially one brought by Jiang Han. That only made her feel more disdain.
She remembered clearly how she had looked then. She had glanced coldly at the vermilion fruit, still glistening with dew.
She had taken it in Jiang Han’s delighted gaze. Just as Jiang Han had been about to say something, she had casually tossed it to Mengqiu, who was wagging its tail beside her.
Mengqiu was the spirit pet raised by her fourth junior sister, Xia Qianqian. It did not mind in the slightest. It swallowed the vermilion fruit in a single bite.
At that moment, Jiang Han’s expression had frozen. His reddened eyes had stared blankly at Mengqiu. After a long time, he had looked at Mo Qiushuang with grievance.
He had not even dared to be angry. Forcing a smile, he had praised Mengqiu for catching it well, then turned and left without a word.
At the time, Mo Qiushuang had only found it amusing. She had picked up Mengqiu and gone to share Jiang Han’s humiliation with her junior sisters.
She had never imagined that she herself could be so vicious.
She was the eldest senior sister of the Heavenly Dominion Sect. Gifted, of noble background, beautiful. Though somewhat cold in temperament, she never stirred up trouble lightly. Her cultivation was among the top of her generation in all the major sects. She had always been the idol of the entire sect.
She treated the disciples kindly. Even if a servant disciple greeted her, she would respond with a glance.
Yet someone so outstanding had committed such despicable, vicious, and cruel acts toward Jiang Han, her own junior brother.
She could not imagine how desperate Jiang Han must have felt. The senior sister he liked most had struck him so heavily, and there had also been those endless malicious taunts and curses.
But she had always harbored boundless malice toward him. Every time she saw him, there was only disgust and aversion.
Jiang Han’s innocence had been worn down little by little through her repeated humiliation, until in the end it turned into endless indifference.
That affection and admiration had been ground away by her own hands. The Jiang Han who once revered her beyond measure had been left with nothing but cold disregard in his heart.
“Why did it turn out like this?! Why!”
Mo Qiushuang buried her head in her knees and curled up against the wall, crying loudly.
“I could have gotten along with him. Why did I target him so viciously!”
She felt terrible. So vicious.
“Wu wu wu—!”
Mo Qiushuang cried as if her heart were being torn apart. The lake of her heart shook violently. Another green lotus petal fell away and dissipated. Her realm completely fell to the late Nascent Soul Realm.
But compared to the harm she had done to Jiang Han, this was nothing.
When she had broken his legs and thrown him down the mountain, how desperate had he been?
When he had dragged his twisted legs and crawled upward bit by bit with his hands, how much pain had he endured?
The Jiang Han who once clung to her, smiling even after being beaten and scolded, had been erased by her own hands.
Dong!
Mo Qiushuang’s mind trembled violently. Darkness swallowed her vision, and she fainted.