TNIBFT -Chapter 276 Sweet Devastation

Ye Shuangxue gritted her teeth and poured all her strength into a single slash.

Clang!

Wei Wuhuan raised his arm to block, sparks flying everywhere. The bracelet on his wrist actually deflected the blade. Ye Shuangxue clenched her teeth, spun around, and launched the next strike.

Such a talented prodigy!

The most remarkable thing was that she was completely immune to the treasures of the Goddess Palace, on par with the legendary first head of the palace.

Who exactly was she?

Wei Wuhuan frowned, repeatedly blocking without counterattacking.

At this moment, Sun Wuji’s eyes gradually cleared. Qin Fengyi thrust her spear forward, and he dodged slightly.

“Daughter-in-law?”

“How are you here?”

Qin Fengyi paused, then realized: “Senior, you’ve been controlled by someone. You haven’t returned home for days—Shuangxue must have been worried sick.”

“Shuangxue?”

Sun Wuji furrowed his brows and turned his head. The huge courtyard was littered with corpses. On the high platform, Ye Shuangxue held her long blade with both hands, her small face strained, fighting desperately as she struck at Wei Wuhuan.

Sun Wuji was moved. Looking at the tiny figure atop the platform, a smile crept across his lips, and in his cloudy eyes, a hint of tears shimmered.

“This old man has always been indifferent to life and death, but now… I don’t want to die, I fear death, I have attachments!”

With that, Sun Wuji’s figure became like a ghost, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Wei Wuhuan.

He swung his large hand and grabbed Wei Wuhuan by the neck.

Gok gok…

Wei Wuhuan’s throat made a faint cracking sound. His lips turned purple. He clasped Sun Wuji’s right hand with both hands, his lips trembling as if begging for mercy.

Sun Wuji’s aura was terrifying. He glared at Wei Wuhuan, his voice cold: “You filthy insect… you dare control me?”

“Do you really think you can control me for a few days?”

With that, Sun Wuji used all his strength to fling him. Wei Wuhuan’s body flew like a rag, smashing heavily against the pillar behind him. Snow from the roof cascaded down. Wei Wuhuan lay on the ground, coughing up blood, struggling.

“Master?”

Ye Shuangxue lifted her small face, tears of joy streaming down, and hugged Sun Wuji’s leg: “Master, you’re alright?”

“Master, are you hurt?”

“You smell so bad!”

Sun Wuji’s face softened with affection. Looking at the little one before him, he sighed: “Master is fine. Remember what we agreed? You must become the best in the world first—only then can Master die!”

“Then I’ll never be the best in the world!”

Ye Shuangxue clung to Sun Wuji, unwilling to let go.

Old and young, bound by warmth and affection.

Pff…

Wei Wuhuan, lying on the ground, struggled and spat a mouthful of blood, sneering: “I didn’t expect that ruthless, ungrateful Sun Wuji would have this side. Tell me, if your fellow disciples knew, wouldn’t they find it strange?”

“What did you say?”

Sun Wuji shouted in horror, his eyes wide, his aura instantly disordered.

“Master?”

“Master, what’s wrong?”

Ye Shuangxue held Sun Wuji tightly. Hearing the voice of his little disciple, Sun Wuji’s eyes cleared slightly.

On the ground, Wei Wuhuan sneered at Ye Shuangxue: “Little girl, do you even know who your master really is?”

“I’ll tell you—your master is a righteous figure of the world, a great tyrant whom everyone should punish. Do you know about his sect…”

“That’s enough!”

“Shut your mouth!”

Sun Wuji was frantic. He broke free from Ye Shuangxue and struck down with a palm. In an instant, Wei Wuhuan’s head exploded on the ground.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Sun Wuji was covered in blood. He looked at Ye Shuangxue, terrified and helpless. Ye Shuangxue frowned, her small face puzzled: “Master, what did he want to say?”

“Nothing at all.”

Sun Wuji crouched down. His hands had nowhere to rest. He approached Ye Shuangxue, his voice low: “Master will never hurt you. You will always be Master’s family.”

“Trust your master!”

Ye Shuangxue nodded.

Even if her master was a notorious villain, even if he had killed many people, she wasn’t afraid of him—because she knew her master would never harm her.

“Lord…?”

“Are you alright?”

Over there, Nanfeng and Sun Yang surrounded Qin Fengyi. Ye Shuangxue struggled, pulling herself from Sun Wuji’s hold: “Mom is hurt, I need to check on her.”

Qin Fengyi had only just recovered from a serious illness and wasn’t fully restored. Coupled with all the recent exertions, encountering a powerful opponent had drained her energy significantly.

“I’m fine!”

“Clear the battlefield and leave immediately!” Qin Fengyi gave a few quick orders and forced herself to stand.

“Y—you’re alright?”

Her daughter’s innocent voice reached her. Qin Fengyi lowered her head and saw Ye Shuangxue’s worried little face looking up at her. She tugged the corner of her mouth into a smile: “I’m fine. Don’t worry. How’s your master?”

“Master’s fine.”

“If it weren’t for you today, I guess both Uncle Yang and I would have died… even master wouldn’t have been able to save us.”

Ye Shuangxue lowered her head.

Qin Fengyi smiled. She crouched down and looked seriously at her daughter: “That’s why, you can’t act just on impulse. You have to think. No matter what, always consider if you can survive first. Only by staying alive can there be hope.”

Ye Shuangxue nodded obediently.

Qin Fengyi reached out and ruffled her daughter’s hair: “It’s cold outside. I’ll have someone escort you down the mountain.”

Ye Shuangxue kept her head down, silent.

Qin Fengyi had no idea what the little one was thinking.

After a moment, Ye Shuangxue lifted her head, her big eyes shining brightly as they fixed on Qin Fengyi. Just as Qin Fengyi was about to speak, Ye Shuangxue leapt forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Qin Fengyi’s neck: “Mom!”

The voice was childish, soft and tender.

That single “Mom” came out of nowhere, like a sudden, sweet explosion.

Qin Fengyi was stunned. Her heart skipped beats, and she was so moved she didn’t know what to say: “Y—you called me what?”

“You’re finally willing to accept me, right?”

Qin Fengyi hugged her daughter tightly, words tumbling out incoherently: “Don’t worry. Mom won’t make you choose. As long as you’re happy, as long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything.”

Her voice trembled as she cupped Ye Shuangxue’s little face in her hands. Her daughter’s lips were red, her teeth white, so adorable she could never get enough of looking at her.

Over there…

Sun Wuji turned to look at Old Yang.

Feeling Sun Wuji’s gaze, Old Yang shivered: “Hehe!” He straightened his limbs nervously and smiled awkwardly at Sun Wuji. This old man… hasn’t woken up yet, has he?

Or… is he going to kill me?

Old Yang shrank his neck. Sun Wuji asked: “What’s going on with the people in this courtyard?”

Uh…

Old Yang’s head was spinning. Didn’t you kill all of them? Now you’re pretending not to know?

“I’m not sure. When we arrived, they were already dead. I guess someone killed them?” Old Yang glanced at Sun Wuji.

Seeing that his mood was stable, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Wuji nodded: “Since you came with Shuangxue to find me, consider it a favor I owe you. I don’t think your sword skills are great, so starting tomorrow, you’ll train with Shuangxue. I’ll teach you a few moves.”

“I—I I…”

“Really?”

“You’re not joking, senior?”

Old Yang was so excited he couldn’t speak properly. Even Duan Qingshan, in his dreams, wished Sun Wuji would give him some guidance, but Sun Wuji never paid attention to him.

And now, the senior himself wanted to teach him? Could it be he saw his talent?

Heaven!

Gold will shine eventually!