The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 139: Chu Ling in Peril

Yue Hongling wanted to save Chu Ling.

The bond between the two of them was the deepest, and also the most open. The three of them had often played together.

More than anyone else.

They truly shared a friendship forged under fire.

If he didn’t go save her, who could Yue Hongling turn to?

Obviously, she had only one choice—Bai Qiulan.

And if Bai Qiulan also went...

The Eternal Teachings Sect would capture all three of them in one fell swoop. Hiss...

Just thinking about it made Lu Ye feel inexplicably cheerful and refreshed.

Chu Ling was still running, but the area available for her to flee was shrinking rapidly.

One after another, terrifyingly powerful cultivators were closing in from all directions.

The Land of Spirit Ruin was nearly devoid of spiritual energy. It severely suppressed everyone’s strength. Once inside, most would have an entire major realm suppressed.

Under those conditions, Chu Ling held the advantage, because her sword intent was exceptionally strong.

The gap between the Combined Dao Realm and the Tribulation Crossing Realm was far greater than the gap between Spirit Refining and Combined Dao—assuming both parties had grasped the Dao.

And cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Realm didn’t dare to go all-out inside the Land of Spirit Ruin. If someone triggered a heavenly tribulation in ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) that place... the level of suffering that would bring was unimaginable.

So the real fighting would likely take some time to begin.

Lu Ye’s figure disappeared.

He was going to find Shangguan Huanling and ask what kind of poison she’d actually used on him.

Sure enough, Bai Qiulan and Yue Hongling were gone.

Come to think of it, ever since he was reborn, he hadn’t visited even once.

Looking at this courtyard now...

It was still exactly as he remembered.

That well. That tree. That swing. That bed. That...

Oh no.

Lu Ye’s expression darkened.

Something didn’t feel right. Ever since being reborn, had he... started thinking about women again lately?

Lu Ye looked down at himself, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

Lately, he seemed to be developing a major internal issue—an intense emotional detachment from women. No matter who it was, even Sun Ruowei—the woman who had devoted her entire life to growing melons—he didn’t want to talk to her much at all.

Only the damn system—since it wasn’t human—despite manifesting in the form of a woman, Lu Ye knew it wasn’t truly human, so he didn’t feel any aversion.

Anyway, in this life, he wasn’t going to pursue women again. After cultivation, he didn’t need to eat, drink, or excrete. Maybe... he should just sever—

“Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!”

“Ding. Host, please note—you really are about to break through to the Tribulation Crossing Realm.”

The system’s voice suddenly echoed in Lu Ye’s mind.

Lu Ye understood instantly.

So that was it—he was about to break through to the Tribulation Crossing Realm. The aura of tribulation was already beginning to affect his state of mind.

“It’s fine, it’s fine—I’m not going to lose control,” Lu Ye muttered, slightly shaken.

Though it wasn’t that terrifying.

“Ding! Arf!”

Shangguan Huanling wasn’t here either.

Could it be that idiot had gone to help with the rescue too?

No way. She was the type to flee at the first sign of trouble—how could she possibly go help save someone...

Lu Ye shook his head.

Since she wasn’t around, then so be it.

Back to watching the show.

He returned to his room. The light screen appeared again.

“Ding. Just now, Chu Ling was this close to dying, and you totally missed it,” Shen Xitong’s figure appeared, pulling out a handful of melon seeds from who-knows-where.

Lu Ye stared blankly at the melon seeds in her hand.

Wait a minute...

You—

“Ding. Oh, good stuff should be shared. Hold out your hand.”

Lu Ye extended his hand.

A handful of melon seeds dropped into it.

“Ding. Let’s eat together!”

Lu Ye cracked one open. A rich and high-grade energy instantly surged through his body. In that moment, he felt all the pores across his skin open up.

“...What kind of melon seeds are these?”

“Ding. Melon seeds!”

“I know these are melon seeds. I’m asking what kind of melon seeds these are.”

“Ding. Just... melon seeds.”

Lu Ye...

He thought hard, but still couldn’t remember what kind of melon seeds they were. But damn, they were delicious.

At that moment, in a stretch of boundless void—

A wrathful roar suddenly echoed across billions of miles.

“Who the hell took every single seed from my Celestial Dream Sunflower?! Are you even human?! Are you?!”

Utterly intolerable!

Absolutely, completely intolerable!

If someone had just stolen the entire Celestial Dream Sunflower, even the Dream Emperor wouldn’t have been that mad. That would at least show the herb was desirable, a legendary divine medicine worth stealing.

But you—you—picked off every single seed, one by one, and left everything else untouched. That was insulting. That was raw, undisguised humiliation!

Meanwhile, two smug bastards were munching on melon seeds, watching the scene unfold in the light screen, thoroughly entertained.

Inside the screen.

Heaven and earth, above and below—dozens of powerful cultivators had surrounded Chu Ling in the center. Their gazes were all cold.

“Chu Ling, you have no way out!”

Supreme Sword Sect’s Feng Wuhui, wielder of the Regretless Sword, spoke in a deep voice.

Chu Ling’s body was covered in wounds large and small, her appearance utterly wretched, her blood-soaked clothes completely red.

There was a trace of bitterness on her face.

She hadn’t escaped.

She really hadn’t escaped.

She had already reached the Combined Dao Realm, able to wield the power of the Great Dao. She could use a portion of her techniques now.

But her enemies were simply far too strong.

There were a bunch of Tribulation Crossing cultivators and Dispersed Gods. She had only just broken through to Combined Dao not long ago.

No matter how many tricks she had, layer after layer of encirclement kept compressing her space for survival.

And finally—this hopeless, inescapable situation.

For a moment, regret washed over Chu Ling.

Because in her past life, her Gongzi had always cleaned up her messes. Even though she had mentally prepared herself to face this alone—

She had thought, since Gongzi had always managed to escape when every major sect hunted him down in force, she should be able to as well.

But reality had delivered a brutal lesson.

Too many strong enemies. In front, behind, left, right, above, below—birds, beasts, insects, divine fate mirrors...

Too many.

Forget a living person—even if you were just an ant, you couldn’t escape.

How had Lu Ye managed to escape again and again?

And more importantly...

Gongzi... are you really not going to save Ling’er this time?

Just one more time—if he helped her just one more time, she swore she would never cause trouble for him again.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Hand over Sword Mountain!”

Feng Wuhui bellowed.

“Sword Mountain has already been absorbed by me, merged into my sword path. If you want it—then take it by the sword!” Chu Ling shouted back.

At her words, all the Supreme Sword Sect cultivators’ eyes burned with fury.

Damned woman, arrogant beyond measure. She really had devoured Sword Mountain!

“If you hand over Sword Mountain, I’ll spare your life. Are you sure you’ve absorbed it?”

The Supreme Sword Sect wasn’t known for being soft.

The only reason they were even talking this long—was because of Lu Ye.

“I’ve swallowed it!” Chu Ling declared.

Feng Wuhui was completely enraged.

“No one touch her—I’ll kill her myself!”

In an instant, the Regretless Sword transformed into a streak of light.

Regretless Sword, strike without regret— it slashed straight toward Chu Ling with crushing momentum.

If Lu Ye got angry, then Feng Wuhui would just take responsibility for the sect.

“Ding!”

Sword light howled. Sand and dust exploded into the air.

A heavily wounded Chu Ling was no match for Feng Wuhui, a seventh-layer Tribulation Crossing cultivator.

Just thirty strikes.

Chu Ling’s arm was half-severed—and in that instant, a powerful sense of impending death completely engulfed her.