Chapter 26: Starting Over

"Die for me, Song Wanqing!" Junior Brother Bai Ming struck with a Fire Fist; right now, his mind was filled with only one thought.

That was to kill the woman in green robes before him.

Song Wanqing looked into Junior Brother Bai Ming's eyes, and seeing that his pitch-black pupils were filled with nothing but her reflection, the smile on her face deepened.

"That's it; with your mind full of only me, living only for me."

Junior Brother Bai Ming's fist technique was completely chaotic, and his consciousness was slowly fading amidst the intense burning sensation.

He was now like a wild beast, intent only on tearing the woman before him to shreds, punch after punch, his body burning with raging flames.

This was the final struggle, burning his life to fight for freedom!

The two exchanged blows, and two vastly different styles of techniques erupted in the sky.

As a genius, Song Wanqing had her own pride, and furthermore, the current situation was a form of enjoyment for her, her heart filled with the joy of harvesting the fruit she had planted with her own hands.

Therefore, she only used cultivation at the Qi Refining Peak; even so, the bonuses from her Heavenly Spirit Root and her innate talent meant she did not fear anyone.

The phenomenon in the sky became increasingly obvious, visible even to the cultivators in Canglan City.

Near the city gates.

Cultivator Zhao pointed into the distance, "What is that?"

Senior Brother Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged and regulating his breath, opened his eyes, "That direction, isn't it…"

The Junior Brother of Yuqing Sect's eyes lit up, "What the hell, a heavenly phenomenon—a supreme treasure must have appeared! Senior Brother, why don't we go take a look?"

Senior Brother Xiao shook his head, "No need; let's just rest well here." He knew clearly that this was no supreme treasure.

The Song family.

Inside a magnificent living room.

Patriarch Song hurriedly set down his teacup, his eyes filled with joy, "With a sight like this, could it be that someone has awakened that legendary spirit root!"

He then frowned slightly, "Qing'er seems to be there too; what is going on?"

Golden Core level pressure enveloped the entire Song Mansion, and Patriarch Song flew out of the barrier, instantly appearing outside the city.

Everyone bowed upon seeing Patriarch Song arrive.

"Greetings, Patriarch."

"Greetings, City Lord."

Patriarch Song glanced at the injuries of the crowd, asked about what had happened and the details of the battle, confirming some of his suspicions.

To be able to unleash spiritual power while severely injured, and to escape from the encirclement of so many people, added to this heavenly light—it must be right.

Qing'er, you have truly brought me good news.

Outside Canglan City, in the countryside.

The Fire Fist struck, but it was enveloped by a water sphere.

Song Wanqing used constant streams of water to neutralize Junior Brother Bai Ming's offensive, bit by bit consuming Junior Brother Bai Ming's spiritual power.

Fighting until now, even she felt a hint of trouble, but to conquer the youth before her, all of this was worth it.

In the future, she would train him bit by bit, twisting his hatred into dependence, making him unable to live without her.

The youth's body was covered in pitch-black flames, his eyes filled with hatred and rage, yet also hiding a hint of expectation—the expectation of release.

But why!

Why can't I kill her even like this!

Fighting until now, Junior Brother Bai Ming also understood that the huge gap in cultivation meant he could never truly defeat Song Wanqing.

That woman had a talent and spirit root not inferior to his own, and possessed cultivation higher than his own.

He had already lost; even this final dance of burning his life could not defeat the woman before him.

Junior Brother Bai Ming felt bitterness in his heart, "Even like this, I still cannot defeat her?"

If he were also at the Foundation Establishment stage, perhaps there would have been a chance, but in the end, he was not.

Junior Brother Bai Ming made up his mind, "Forget it; I have lost this lifetime. If there is a next life, I only pray not to meet this woman again."

He feigned a heavy punch, Song Wanqing dodged to the side, and he turned with a hand-blade strike, aiming straight for her heart.

"Song Wanqing, I may not be able to defeat you, but I can control my own path; I will never go to that damn dungeon again! From now on, nothing can ever bind me, Junior Brother Bai Ming!"

Song Wanqing did not expect Junior Brother Bai Ming's actions to be so decisive; looking flustered, she used her Foundation Establishment spiritual power to try and stop Junior Brother Bai Ming.

Song Wanqing reached out, "No!"

"If there is a next life, I truly do not want to see you." Junior Brother Bai Ming's right hand pierced straight through his heart, eyes tightly shut, revealing a sense of release.

This damn world! I cannot stay here for even a moment longer.

Blood splattered, and it was all too late; for the first time, Song Wanqing's beautiful face showed a look of terror—she had miscalculated.

The desire for release had, at the very last moment, overshadowed his hatred for her.

That moment of will was so pure, without a trace of impurity, just as when she first met him—simple and white.

Song Wanqing furrowed her willow-leaf brows, unable to help but wonder if she had been wrong.

She shouldn't have restricted his freedom, shouldn't have destroyed his soul.

Perhaps she, who could discern the human heart, simply didn't believe in love; the love in this world was merely superficial, just a desire to desecrate and play with beautiful things.

Perhaps the youth before her would have had a different answer, but she could no longer know this.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's body lost its spiritual support and fell toward the ground.

Song Wanqing flew toward the youth, embracing his battered body, and she could feel the life in her arms slipping away bit by bit.

She continuously poured her own spiritual power into the youth's body, but the youth was like a deflated ball; no matter how much she pumped, it was futile.

The crimson heavenly light shone on the woman's face, adding a trace of complex sorrow, her autumn-water-like eyes revealing reluctance.

Golden Core level pressure arrived, suppressing the surroundings.

Patriarch Song happened to arrive, and upon discovering the sadness in his daughter's eyes, he sighed slightly, "Qing'er, this is White Jade Dew, a Golden Core level medicinal pill; saving him should not be a problem."

Song Wanqing's eyes flashed; she raised her head, her dark hair scattering in the wind, but she didn't care, quickly taking the jade bottle and pouring it bit by bit into the youth in her arms.

The youth's vitality restored bit by bit, the decaying aura slowly dissipating, and a look of joy appeared on the woman in green robes' face.

Junior Brother Bai Ming felt the softness and the woman's warm body temperature from his body; he opened his eyes, and his eyes glistened with crystalline tears.

"Are you going to deprive me even of the right to die?"

Song Wanqing did not speak; the youth in her arms saw no color at this moment, even all hatred had dissipated, leaving only a pallor named dead silence.

It was useless; his heart was already dead.

Patriarch Song flew in front of the two, and Golden Core level spiritual power poured into Junior Brother Bai Ming's mind.

A powerful force was erasing Junior Brother Bai Ming's memories.

Junior Brother Bai Ming struggled continuously, "No, what are you doing! No, my memories!"

This was proof of his existence, yet now it was to be erased, all to make him subject to their manipulation.

Patriarch Song said calmly, "Let's start over, Qing'er."

Song Wanqing used her spiritual power to control Junior Brother Bai Ming in her arms; at this moment, in her eyes, he had come back to life, and color had returned to him.

Extreme pitch-black.

Patriarch Song meticulously controlled his spiritual power, erasing Junior Brother Bai Ming's memories of these past few days; this was both for his daughter and for the Song family.

With such a special Heavenly Spirit Root, how could he let it go?

Since the method was wrong and he couldn't be subdued this time, then they would just try again.

Junior Brother Bai Ming was pinned down by the two powerful spiritual forces, unable to move, his memories rapidly lost, his brain in chaos; he stared fixedly at Song Wanqing's autumn-water-like eyes from within her embrace.

"When I recover my memories, that will be the time of your Song family's destruction!"

A few breaths passed, Junior Brother Bai Ming's consciousness blurred, and his eyes closed unwillingly.

Song Wanqing looked down at Junior Brother Bai Ming in her arms, her eyes shining with starlight, a joyful smile on her lips.

In her eyes, he had become a pure and flawless sheet of white paper once again.

"Let's start over."

This time, she would treat him well and turn him into her ideal husband.