The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 56: What Have I Done Wrong?

Ancient Battlefield.

One blessed land after another had found a master.

Some Heaven’s Chosen cared nothing for the blessings—only for the chance to challenge others and cultivate through battle.

Some Heaven’s Chosen obtained fateful opportunities and soared like hidden dragons breaking free of the abyss.

Fights broke out far too often—everywhere was war, everywhere was combat.

Because she had rescued Yue Hongling, Vermilion Bird could no longer return to the demon clan and hide herself.

She cultivated while closely observing the state of the demon clan.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor had attempted to collect the blood essence of Heaven’s Chosen, but was now facing enormous resistance.

As the saying went: “The dream is fat and full, but reality is all bones.”

Before the demon clan entered the Heaven’s Chosen Ancient Battlefield, they had truly treated the myriad clans like consumables. Snatching others’ blood essence was as easy as reaching into a bag.

But once inside—it was a different story. Every step was difficult.

You seriously still want my blood essence? Well, your demon core looks pretty damn shiny too, doesn’t it?

The demon race wasn’t faring any better—bringing in overwhelming killing intent...

Only to get beaten down left and right the moment they entered. So much so that their very will to fight was close to collapsing.

The human race, on the other hand, was managing just fine—thanks to Yue Hongling’s ferocity, and a mysterious female sword cultivator who appeared now and then like a streak of lightning—both were terrifyingly powerful.

Among the vast sea of cultivators, there were countless who wished to rise to the top—but how many ever truly did?

Yue Hongling was locked in a bitter war with the god clan.

Her combat methods were diverse and relentless. As long as she didn’t fall into a trap, she could single-handedly thrash the god clan until they were howling.

The god clan had already begun to question whether Shui Ye’s scheme had been wise or foolish.

Shui Ye was full of grievance.

His scheme—there was absolutely nothing wrong with it!

It was a plan aimed squarely at the human race. But who the hell could’ve predicted Yue Hongling’s explosive growth? Even the second wave of elite god clan experts couldn’t do a damn thing to her!

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Who was he supposed to complain to?

They were totally freaking done.

Truly, utterly done.

The god clan made a decision—to release Feng Wuxie.

Let him fend for himself.

Shui Ye stayed silent for a long time. But in the end, he agreed to the suggestion.

They couldn’t capture Yue Hongling. All their schemes had become meaningless. And now, because of Yue Hongling, the god clan’s entire development was being severely constrained—they couldn’t go on like this.

“No!”

“I won’t leave!”

When Feng Wuxie was informed that he was being released, his expression changed dramatically.

“You think you can just stay if you say you want to?”

“Break his legs and throw him out!”

“No, I can be bait! I can be bait! Yue Hongling is one of the most terrifying Heaven’s Chosen of the human race—if you don’t kill her now, once she matures, she’ll become a disaster for every race under the heavens!”

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

“She hates me to the bone! As long as I live well, she’ll definitely find a way to come and kill me. I am the bait!”

“Ah!”

Feng Wuxie’s legs were ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) shattered.

Expressionless, Shui Ye dragged Feng Wuxie away.

He found a desolate mountain and tossed Feng Wuxie down.

There were indeed no more traps here. This matter—was over.

The god clan no longer needed to serve as the vanguard against the human race.

“Don’t go!”

“Don’t leave me here!”

“I don’t want to stay here—send me to the demon clan, to the devil clan, to anyone else, I don’t care!”

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

Feng Wuxie was finished.

His cultivation had plummeted to nearly nothing. Now with both legs broken, just surviving was already a miracle.

With no help coming, Feng Wuxie finally erupted in curses.

He couldn’t understand—what had he done wrong? Why did he deserve this kind of suffering?

He came to the Heaven’s Chosen Ancient Battlefield to grow stronger—he hadn’t provoked anyone!

It was the demon clan who came after him first! That ugly bastard Tianwu!

Had he ever done anything wrong?

Feng Wuxie completely collapsed. He broke down on the spot, wailing uncontrollably.

A shadow fell over his body. A pair of crimson cloud-patterned boots entered his vision.

She was here!

She was here!

Feng Wuxie was filled with infinite dread, but he still didn’t want to die. Even an ant would struggle to survive—he just didn’t want to die. There was nothing shameful about that.

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

“I was just scared back then, I was really too scared. The demon clan had gone mad. They couldn’t win against the human race, so they tried to fulfill the task the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor gave them, and started collecting blood essence. Even my trace of phoenix blood—they wanted that too.”

“I didn’t want to die! I just wanted to live! You tell me—what was I supposed to do? What could I have done?”

“If you were in my place, could you really have done better than me?”

At first, Feng Wuxie was simply begging, but the more he spoke, the more agitated he became.

This couldn’t be blamed on him. He’d just been swept up by fate. He was a weakling. He had never had a single shred of autonomy in this matter.

The wind gently stirred Yue Hongling’s hair.

She didn’t look at Feng Wuxie. Her once-bright eyes were now filled with desolation.

Feng Wuxie wasn’t wrong.

Lu Ye wasn’t wrong either.

All the fault... lay with her.

In truth, it wasn’t as if Lu Ye hadn’t tried, over the long course of their past life, to talk to her about Feng Wuxie.

But every time Lu Ye brought up Feng Wuxie, she would erupt into a hysterical frenzy. Later, she simply became indifferent.

Lu Ye had thought she’d come to terms with it.

But in reality, she had only buried her hatred deeper in her heart.

When she had stopped trusting Lu Ye, anything he said about Feng Wuxie had no chance of reaching her.

Yue Hongling turned and walked away.

She wouldn’t kill him.

To kill or not to kill—none of it meant anything to Yue Hongling anymore.

Feng Wuxie was already dead to her heart.

Feng Wuxie lifted his head, watching Yue Hongling’s figure walking farther and farther away.

He froze.

What did that mean?

“Hey!”

He didn’t know where the courage came from, but Feng Wuxie actually opened his mouth and called out to Yue Hongling.

Yue Hongling didn’t pause for even a moment. She had already seen through everything. Feng Wuxie had nothing to do with her anymore.

In her heart, she suddenly understood Lu Ye’s state of mind.

Was there hatred?

Yes, there was. But it was a powerless kind of hatred.

Hating others, hating oneself—in the end, what did it matter? It was all just tasteless bitterness, a flavorless void.

Feng Wuxie had actually wanted to ask—what right did he have? What virtue or worth did he possess, that Yue Hongling had once fallen for him?

But Yue Hongling’s figure vanished quickly into the distance. And somehow, that question didn’t seem worth asking anymore.

“I finally survived!”

Feng Wuxie collapsed to his knees and let out a long, long, long exhale.

He felt something strange in that moment—as if everything he had experienced just now would someday become part of the wealth he drew upon on his path to growth.

As long as he didn’t die, then he could—

Hm?

A pair of pale green embroidered shoes appeared in his field of vision.

Green embroidered shoes?

It wasn’t Yue Hongling returning. But... he didn’t recognize this woman wearing green shoes either, did he?

Feng Wuxie stiffly lifted his head and looked forward.

A woman in a flowing green dress, elegant and slender, stunningly beautiful, was standing before him. In her hand was a black-and-red sword, and she was looking down at him.

That look in her eyes—it gave him a very bad feeling.

“Miss...”

Pfft!

With one slash, nothing was left—not even bones.

Chu Ling sheathed her sword.

“Master never said to spare you.”