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Then he slapped me hard and casually said, "Alright, you can go die now. If you want to die in the Hehuan Sect, you should consider whether you’re worthy of it. This is where you belong—desolate and barren."
"I've picked out a spot for you. If you're going to die, do it here. Hurry up!" My cheek throbbed from his slap, and the earlier strike from the Saintess had already left my insides in tatters. Now, I was barely hanging on by a thread of spiritual energy.
I had tried to seek death in front of him more than once, but he always favored the Saintess, believing I harbored ulterior motives.
It was also because after each time he hit or scolded me, he would always try to coax me back, which made it hard for me to hold onto any resentment.
I knew this was the downside of dual cultivation; once you fell in love with someone, it became impossible to let go.
In his heart and mind, there was only the Saintess. He knew I was trying to use my desire for death to soften his heart; I didn’t genuinely want to die.
Even now, he still believed that I was begging for his love. In his eyes, I had become utterly insignificant.
I forced myself to lift my head and managed a faint smile as I looked at him. "A Chen, what brings you here? Did you… come looking for me?"
I hoped that witnessing the Saintess's cruel methods had finally opened his eyes to her schemes against me, and that he had come out of concern for me upon finding me seeking death.
In my humility, I made one last plea for him to love me.
But what he said next shattered any remaining hope I had left.
He let out a cold snort and said to me in a condescending tone, "It's because the Saintess is beautiful and kind-hearted that I offered to escort you down the mountain. I never expected you to be such an ungrateful wretch, wanting to tarnish the Saintess's sacred grounds."
"Chu Yige, your pretentious act makes me nauseous."
A slight sting filled my nose as I looked at his expression of disgust towards me, and suddenly, the ropes binding my heart snapped.
I sighed, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and aimed it once more at my neck.
Fu Yiyun might have thought I was still begging for his sympathy; his arms crossed over his chest, he wore a look of amusement and urged, "If you're going to die, do it quickly. The sun is about to set, and I still need to buy some Furong Crisp for the leftover girls!"
With a determined heart, I plunged the dagger into my neck. The sensation of suffocation washed over me; my spiritual energy was about to drain away. As a cultivator, stabbing myself in the neck wouldn't kill me, but soon I would become an ordinary person.
I was finally going to leave this world.
Just as my consciousness began to fade into chaos, I felt streams of spiritual energy forcefully pouring into my body from the outside.
As my awareness gradually returned, Fu Yiyun yanked my collar, lifting me off the ground.
He paused for a moment, seemingly surprised at how light my body felt.
But anger soon overtook him; he released me with a violent shove, sending me crashing to the ground. He roared, "How dare you really try to die!"
"Chu Yige! Your life is not your own!"
He walked towards the place where I had fallen, speaking each word with deliberate emphasis: "You have been expelled from the Hehuan Sect, making you a traitor of the sect. You must endure the Gu Poison Punishment. How can you deserve to die so easily?"
Watching him articulate each word in defense of the Saintess, I gently closed my eyes and took a step in the opposite direction.
I didn't like Fu Yiyun; I should have disliked him, right? As a Dual Cultivation Sacred Body, how could I possibly like someone else?
I just couldn't let go. I felt that having loved once meant I should receive the same love in return.
But none of that mattered now. I could no longer endure the torment of the Gu Poison Punishment.
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