Chapter 56

Chapter 056: What Did I Do Wrong?

The Ancient Battlefield.

One blessed land after another claimed by their respective owners.

Some geniuses didn’t care about blessed lands, instead challenging everyone around just for the sake of cultivation.

Some geniuses encountered fortuitous opportunities, like a soaring dragon taking flight.

Battles erupted too frequently, chaos everywhere, fighting in every corner.

The Vermilion Bird, having rescued Yue Hongling, could no longer hide within the Demon Clan.

While cultivating, she observed the situations within the Demon Clan.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor was trying to collect the blood of geniuses but faced significant resistance.

As the saying goes, ideals are lush, but reality is lean.

Before the Demon Clan entered the Genius Ancient Battlefield, they truly treated countless races as expendable, collecting others’ blood as if it were a piece of cake.

But once inside, they found themselves stumbling at every turn.

“You want my blood? Your demon core is quite beautiful too, you know!”

The Demon Clan was not much better, flaunting overwhelming malice.

Yet once in the battlefield, they were beaten by this one and that one, their morale crumbling rapidly.

The Human Clan was faring alright, thanks to Yue Hongling’s bravery and the occasional appearance of a fierce female sword cultivator—both formidable warriors.

Among the myriad beings vying for top position, how many can truly become the front-runners?

Yue Hongling was embroiled in a fierce battle with the Divine Clan.

Her combat techniques were diverse; as long as she didn’t fall into a trap, she could make the Divine Clan cries for mercy all by herself.

The Divine Clan had begun to doubt whether Shui Ye’s plan was good or bad.

Shui Ye felt wronged.

His scheme had absolutely no issues whatsoever.

A plot against the Human Clan, but who would have thought that Yue Hongling could improve so rapidly? The Divine Clan sent a wave of strong figures, yet couldn’t do anything to her.

Who do you complain to about this?

Stuck in a bind.

They ultimately made a decision: to let Feng Wuxie go.

Just let him fend for himself.

After a long silence, Shui Ye eventually agreed to this suggestion.

Unable to catch Yue Hongling, all their schemes were in vain. Now, because of Yue Hongling, the entire Divine Clan’s development was heavily restricted. This couldn’t go on.

“No!”

“I’m not leaving!”

Feng Wuxie’s face transformed when he was informed he could leave.

“You think you can just stay if you don’t want to leave?”

“Break his legs, toss him out!”

“No, I can be bait! I can be bait! Yue Hongling is the top genius of the Human Clan; if you don’t kill her, she’ll grow and become a disaster for all races!”

“You must eliminate her in the cradle! I can help you!”

“She hates me to the core; as long as I have a good life, she’ll find a way to kill me! I’m the bait!”

“Ah!”

Feng Wuxie’s legs were broken.

Shui Ye expressionlessly dragged Feng Wuxie away.

They found a desolate mountain and tossed him down.

There were indeed no traps here—this matter was over!

The Divine Clan had no need to be the frontline against the Human Clan anymore.

“Don’t go!”

“Don’t leave!”

“I don’t want to stay here; send me to the Demon Clan, send me to the Demon Clan, send me anywhere!”

No matter how he wailed, Shui Ye didn’t look back.

Feng Wuxie was finished.

His cultivation had nearly hit rock bottom. Now with his legs broken, just staying alive was quite a feat.

Feng Wuxie, desperate for help, couldn’t hold back his curses.

He couldn’t understand what he had done wrong. Why was he suffering such a disaster?

He came to the Genius Ancient Battlefield to boost his strength—he hadn’t provoked anyone!

It was the Demon Clan who chased him, that ugly Tian Wu.

Did he ever do anything wrong?

Feng Wuxie completely broke down, wailing on the spot.

A shadow enveloped him, a pair of red embroidered shoes appearing in his sight.

She’s here!

She’s here!

Fear filled Feng Wuxie’s heart, but he didn’t want to die; even an ant clings to life. He simply didn’t want to die. Nothing shameful in that.

“It’s all my fault! They want to kill me; I just don’t want to die! What did I do wrong?”

“I was just scared—so scared! The Demon Clan has gone mad; they can’t beat the Human Clan, so they wanted to complete the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor’s task and started collecting blood. They even want my phoenix blood!”

“I don’t want to die! I just want to live! You come tell me what to do, what can I do?”

“If you were in my position, could you do any better?”

At first, Feng Wuxie was just pleading, but the more he spoke, the more agitated he became.

This wasn’t his fault; he was swept up by fate. He was weak; he had never had a say in this matter.

The wind gently brushed Yue Hongling’s hair.

She didn’t look at Feng Wuxie; her once bright eyes now looked desolate.

Feng Wuxie wasn’t wrong.

Lu Ye wasn’t wrong either.

The blame fell entirely on her.

Actually, it’s not like Lu Ye hadn’t tried to talk to her about Feng Wuxie during their long past.

But every time Lu Ye brought up Feng Wuxie, she would go crazy, then later become indifferent.

Lu Ye thought she had come to terms with it.

In reality, she buried her hatred deep within her heart.

When she didn’t trust Lu Ye, anything he said about Feng Wuxie couldn’t reach her inner self.

Yue Hongling turned and left.

She wouldn’t kill him.

Whether to kill or not held no meaning for Yue Hongling anymore.

In her heart, Feng Wuxie had already died.

Feng Wuxie looked up, watching Yue Hongling’s figure walk further away.

He was stunned.

What does this mean?

“Hey!”

Somehow finding the courage, Feng Wuxie initiated a call to Yue Hongling.

Yue Hongling didn’t stop; she had thought everything through. Feng Wuxie was no longer relevant to her.

Deep down, she somewhat understood Lu Ye’s current mindset.

There was hatred, yes—yet a powerlessness in that hatred.

Hatred for others, for oneself; that was just it—everything lost its taste.

Feng Wuxie wanted to ask what virtue or capability he had to make Yue Hongling like him.

But Yue Hongling quickly vanished, rendering his question unnecessary to ask.

“Finally, I’m alive!”

Feng Wuxie dropped to his knees, letting out a long breath.

He felt that everything he was experiencing now was wealth for his future growth.

As long as he didn’t die, he could…

Huh?

A pair of green embroidered shoes appeared in his sight.

Green embroidered shoes?

Not Yue Hongling returning, but he also didn’t recognize the girl wearing the green embroidered shoes.

Feng Wuxie stiffly raised his head, looking ahead.

A woman in a flowing green dress stood tall, stunningly beautiful, holding a black-red sword, looking right at him.

That gaze made him feel very uneasy.

“Miss…”

Pfft!

One strike, and he was no more.

Chu Ling sheathed her sword.

“Did you think I would let you off?”