After the White Moonlight Went Mad

[Letting Loose a Little, Reborn + Scattering Ashes + Lunatic + The Whole Family Stabs Her]

Ying Xuancang returned too late after gathering Silver Snowgrass, delaying treatment for her junior sister's injuries. She was beaten to death with a hundred lashes.

She died in that vast field of snow, her body left unburied.

Her life spent working tirelessly for the Taixuan Sect was a joke. Her efforts had been one-sided, and in the end, she didn't even get a straw mat to wrap her body in.

Thirty years after her death.

She woke up.

From what outsiders told her, the Taixuan Sect had gone so far as to break with its neighboring sect, Shangchongtian, and wage war for years just to reclaim her "remains."

Her master repeatedly called her a beloved disciple. Her junior sister thanked her through tears. Even her former betrothed, who had never thought much of her, joined in, claiming she was the love of his life.

Ying Xuancang: "..." What was wrong with this world? Weren't these the very people who had killed her?

Xiang Jingyue of Shangchongtian asked her, "Disgusting, isn't it?"

Ying Xuancang nodded.

Later.

Ying Xuancang ran into cultivators from the Taixuan Sect.

With one sword, she stabbed her master, her junior sister, and the others straight through, then smiled and said, "Take care on your way. The road to the underworld is long, so I'm afraid I can't see you off."

Why should she be magnanimous? Why should she forgive them?

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Shangchongtian was the Taixuan Sect's longtime neighbor, but unlike the lively Taixuan Sect, it had only one resident: Xiang Jingyue.

Ying Xuancang had seen Xiang Jingyue a few times. They weren't close and had barely exchanged a couple of words, so she was puzzled. "Why did you claim me?"

Xiang Jingyue was perfectly frank. "I couldn't claim you while you were alive." She paused, then added with a smile, "I gathered your remains, and stitched your soul back together. My mark will remain on you forever."

Ying Xuancang: "Put it in plain language."

Xiang Jingyue: "You'll die if you're more than ten zhang away from me."

Ying Xuancang smiled and stabbed Xiang Jingyue while they were embracing.

She knew Xiang Jingyue had suggested gathering the Silver Snowgrass, and had made up the deadline, too. Xiang Jingyue had carefully woven a net to cage her.

Fine. She would stay by Xiang Jingyue's side.

As for Xiang Jingyue, she didn't have to die, but she didn't have to live, either.

Theme: Prove the truth of my heart.