Chapter 67

"Hehe, thank you, Mistress. I've been well-fed these past few days." The harsh voice echoed from the demonic sword. 

Song Weizhi snorted and ignored him. After a few moments, she returned to the inn. The woman had already awakened. 

Seeing the woman awake, Song Weizhi walked to the bedside and pulled a chair, "Senior, how should I address you?" 

"Heh, I'm Feng Yiliu, the traitor of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect in their words. About twenty years ago, I was almost your age now. I was the head disciple at that time, hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in cultivation. I had a beloved Junior Sister named Yao Xintong. We grew up together in the Cold Mountain Sword Sect. She was the daughter of the Sect Master, always sticking to me since childhood. In my eyes, she was the only one. We had already decided to become Dao companions." 

Feng Yiliu cleared her throat and continued, "But things changed suddenly. Xintong's father suddenly fell under the control of the Soul Drawing Sect, first falling into demonic cultivation, and then his body exploded and died. With the Sect in chaos, I stepped forward with dozens of high cultivation Junior Brothers and Sisters to seek revenge on the Soul Drawing Sect. We were ambushed on the way, and I was the only one who survived. When I returned to the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, everything had changed. The Junior Brother Zhou Yeran, who used to respect me greatly, accused me of being a member of the Soul Drawing Sect. He found letters related to the Soul Drawing Sect in my residence and had already gained the support of the five Elders by using treasures within the sect as leverage. With dozens of people gone, only I survived. More and more people sided with Zhou Yeran. Later, I found out that the ones who ambushed us were brought by Zhou Yeran. Three people made a tiger, and I was soon framed. I was sentenced to death." 

As Feng Yiliu spoke, her eyes gradually turned red. "Zhou Yeran, that beast, is a master of disguise. He coveted my Junior Sister early on. When my Junior Sister went to him to plead, after a lot of reluctance, Zhou Yeran agreed to spare me in exchange for letting my Junior Sister marry him. She had no choice but to agree, thinking Zhou Yeran would spare me and let me live on another continent. However, he imprisoned me in the center of the Sword Tomb. Being injured by the sword qi every day was normal, but at noon, I would suffer the pain of being pierced by ten thousand arrows. That beast would come and make me take medicine every once in a while, so I wouldn't die so easily. He also told me about him and Xintong every time. I only hate myself for not being able to take a sword and kill that beast." 

Feng Yiliu had already resigned to death before meeting Song Weizhi. She knew she wouldn't survive these few days. She only hated herself for not protecting her loved one, forcing her junior sister to endure humiliation for her sake. She hated herself for being too foolish, framed by the people around her as a spy for the Soul Drawing Sect. 

After listening, Song Weizhi clenched her fists, wanting to immediately end Zhou Yeran. If Xia Xia hadn't been the female lead of the original story, and if she didn't have the system by her side, she and her little girl would probably not have escaped such a fate. At this moment, she would have been burned to ashes. 

"Did Senior Yao think you were living well elsewhere?" Song Weizhi asked. 

Feng Yiliu weakly nodded. 

Song Weizhi stood up abruptly, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. "Senior, I'll take you to see Senior Yao now and tell her about Zhou Yeran's true face." 

Feng Yiliu shook her head with a sigh, "This body of mine… I think you noticed it when you transferred spiritual qi to me just now. I'm afraid I won't last for another day or two. I want to thank you, young lady. If you hadn't taken me out, I wouldn't have been able to keep my last soul and spirit. I would have died completely. Don't disturb her. I've already brought her enough misfortune in her life." 

Song Weizhi nodded, suppressing the sourness in her heart. "Okay, I promise Senior. We'll just take a few glances and leave." 

A few hours later, as the night fell, Song Weizhi carried Feng Yiliu and rode her sword to Yao Xintong's residence, with Wei Zhao following behind. When the three arrived, Yao Xintong was not there. The dark courtyard was brightly lit with torches, and the one leading was none other than the long-unseen Qi Yingzhe. 

He knew that Song Weizhi had killed many disciples of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, but he still maintained his unyielding demeanor. "Miss Song, Sect Master has already anticipated that you would come sooner or later. We have been waiting for a long time. He said for you to meet at the main hall, and Mistress is also there." 

"Young lady, I, a dying person, have caused you trouble again." Feng Yiliu's weak voice echoed from Song Weizhi's back. 

Song Weizhi's eyes were clear, staring at the disciples in front of her without fear. She smiled lightly and said, "I'm the least afraid of trouble in my life. It's good as long as the trouble is cleaned up." 

After a glance at Qi Yingzhe, Song Weizhi continued, "Let's go. Are we going to wait here to die?" Although Song Weizhi still looked like she had reached the Perfection-Golden Core realm, she had killed many high cultivation disciples, even turning Li Qingyuan into ashes. The disciples heard this and didn't care about Qi Yingzhe, running away in all directions. In an instant, only Qi Yingzhe was left. 

Song Weizhi and Wei Zhao ignored him. Riding her spirit weapon, they headed towards the main hall. Indeed, the main hall was lively. Zhou Yeran, the five Elders, Yao Xintong, Zhou Qingxue, and Zhou Chengwen, were all present. Yao Xintong noticed the person on Song Weizhi's back. 

That person's face was pale, with a sickly expression in his eyebrows. He was nothing like the Feng Yiliu she knew twenty years ago. Yao Xintong's lips trembled slightly, "Senior Sister? Is that you?" 

The voice that answered her was one she hadn't heard in twenty years, "It's me." 

Yao Xintong walked unsteadily to Song Weizhi's side. She reached out and gently touched Feng Yiliu's shoulder, whispering, "How did this happen? How did your body become like this?" 

"Zhou Yeran, how did Senior Sister become like this?" Yao Xintong shouted at Zhou Yeran with red eyes, hot tears had already fallen. 

Zhou Yeran chuckled, "Yes, didn't I promise you to spare her? She's still not dead yet, but she probably won't last another day or two." 

"What have you done to her?" Yao Xintong shouted at Zhou Yeran with her eyes burning. 

"I haven't done much. I just kept her in the center of the Sword Tomb, letting her endure the pain of being pierced by ten thousand arrows every day. By the way, staying there for a long time, no matter how high the cultivation level, the three souls and seven spirits can't be preserved. But Song Weizhi, I didn't expect you to interfere and take her side. You should have found a place to hide after not being burned to death. How dare you rescue this traitor?" Zhou Yeran's face turned iron-blue. 

"Traitor? The traitor is you. I've never seen such a disgusting person like you. First, you framed Senior Feng, then used Senior Feng's life to threaten Senior Yao. Also, my girl and I won the Martial Arts Tournament and obtained the soul fragment rightfully. Yet, you forced us to hand it over. How can there be such a beast in this world?" Song Weizhi looked at Zhou Yeran with cold eyes and spoke slowly. 

"You, I see the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough." Zhou Yeran said, and a palm struck towards Song Weizhi. Song Weizhi, without panic, supported Feng Yiliu behind her with one hand and, with the other, countered Zhou Yeran's palm wind. Surprisingly, Zhou Yeran was slapped until he bled. 

Zhou Yeran seemed somewhat incredulous. He tried to calm his breath, pointing at Song Weizhi, "You, you're good. This time, I'll kill you." 

Song Weizhi originally intended to hand Feng Yiliu over to Wei Zhao, focusing on dealing with Zhou Yeran. However, Yao Xintong took Feng Yiliu from Song Weizhi's back ahead of time. Song Weizhi handed the person over to her, and seeing Wei Zhao about to take action, she immediately stood by Song Weizhi's side. With her current Comprehension-Harmony realm, she was ready. 

"Alright, I won't be polite. Let's take care of him and these five old bastards together." Song Weizhi said, raising the demonic sword, which had absorbed many souls in the past few days, making the black aura more intense than usual. 

"Humph, Song Weizhi, I thought you had learned some skills. It turns out you're like that traitor, associating with demonic cultivators. Today, I will act on behalf of the heavens." 

Song Weizhi sneered and replied, "Your face is thick, a true hypocrite. Let me expose your dirty face for you." 

On the side, Zhou Chengwen and Zhou Qingxue were in a panic. Zhou Chengwen, seeing his mother's attitude, already understood. His mother's marriage to his father was entirely coerced. Then, what did that make him and his sister? 

Zhou Chengwen, in recent days, increasingly couldn't comprehend some of Zhou Yeran's actions. Now knowing that his mother was coerced, he was on the brink of collapse and unexpectedly turned and rushed out the door. 

Zhou Qingxue, however, was still standing by Zhou Yeran's side, torn between choices. After all, this was the father who had raised her for over a decade. Despite his great evil deeds, harming many people, he was still her family. She couldn't accept her father being injured and killed in front of her. 

Song Weizhi had already taken action, filling the demonic sword with spiritual qi. With one strike, she slashed towards Zhou Yeran. Zhou Yeran raised his sword to block, but how could his sword withstand the demonic sword that had been devouring souls every day? In an instant, his sword was split in half. 

Zhou Yeran was hit by the strike, and blood surged from his chest. He was pressed against the wall before falling. The meridians in his chest were just cut by Song Weizhi's strike. 

"Is this all the ability Sect Master Zhou has? A person like you doesn't even deserve to die. Rest assured, I'll let your soul fly away." Song Weizhi said, preparing to make another strike. 

Zhou Qingxue, anxious, flew with her sword to Song Weizhi's front. However, with a light touch in the void, Song Qingxue's sword flew out of her hand. She knelt on the ground, begging Song Weizhi, "I know my father is utterly wrong. I beg you, please spare him, spare him." 

Song Weizhi raised an eyebrow and said, "Spare him? But that day, why didn't anyone spare me and Xia Xia? Is your father's life more valuable than ours? Do we deserve to die? Was it our fate?" 

Zhou Qingxue was rendered speechless by Song Weizhi's words. She turned to look at Yao Xintong and asked, "Mother, what should we do? Save father, save him." 

Yao Xintong, holding Feng Yiliu in her arms, who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, had lost control upon seeing Feng Yiliu. She thought sacrificing herself could ensure this person's peace. However, in the end, the person she cared about had only a few days left to live. She was afraid that the person in her arms would leave her at any moment. 

She looked up at Zhou Qingxue and said, "He deserves to die. I only regret not having a higher cultivation level than him. Otherwise, even if Miss Song spares him today, I would personally end him." 

Zhou Qingxue was stunned. She couldn't believe her mother would say such words. She looked around at everything and felt dazed. Instinctively, she wanted to stop Song Weizhi. 

With a single-handed strike, Song Weizhi knocked Zhou Qingxue unconscious. Carrying her, Song Weizhi placed her to the side. Then, Song Weizhi walked step by step with Zhou Yeran. 

"Hehe, I didn't expect my lifelong reputation to be ruined by you. If I had known this earlier, I should have killed you long ago." 

Song Weizhi didn't wait for him to finish speaking. The demonic sword was already raised, filled with spiritual qi. In no time, Zhou Yeran's three souls and seven spirits were completely sucked dry, leaving only ashes on the ground. 

The several Elders, seeing Zhou Yeran dead, all wanted to escape. Song Weizhi sneered, "Thinking of running? It's not that easy. I remember you were the ones who captured me and Xia Xia back then. Now it's my turn." 

Song Weizhi maximized her spiritual qi, and the demonic sword, as if with intelligence, went towards the five of them. In an instant, only ashes remained on the ground.