Chapter 182: Chapter 117: Ming Yu, Answer Me_3

As soon as she entered, she saw that Primordial Monarch Taixu was sitting high on the cloud bed, scrutinizing her with a cold gaze.

Qingqing couldn’t help but feel more nervous, unsure where to place her hands.

Why does it feel like the atmosphere is a bit strange? Why does the Monarch seem somewhat hostile toward me? Could it be an illusion?

Just as Qingqing was lost in these thoughts, the Monarch finally spoke: "Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart?"

Qingqing was startled and finally returned to her senses, quickly bowing her head in affirmation.

Ji Mingyu did not ask her what doubts she might have or which aspects she needed guidance on, instead handing her a jade slip.

"This is the ’Heart-Enlightenment and Nature-Seeing Technique,’ a cultivation technique specializing in refining the Dao heart. It doesn’t conflict with your main practice, ’The Demon Scripture of Leaving Darkness and Emerging Light,’ and can be studied together."

"Ponder it carefully after you go back. Your innate divine techniques can improve."

Qingqing hurriedly accepted it joyfully, expressing heartfelt thanks to Primordial Monarch Taixu, and thought:

She truly is a very good elder, not only providing such an excellent cultivation technique but also not discriminating against my origin. It’s only that she appears cold on the outside; I misunderstood her.

"Go out. Let Chu Xuan come in alone."

Qingqing naturally complied. Upon exiting the cave dwelling, she initially wanted to praise the Monarch to Chu Xuan, but seeing his solemn expression, she hesitated and finally said: "She asked you to go in."

Chu Xuan nodded. As soon as he stepped into the cave dwelling, it was completely sealed off, even the little snow ferret following Qingqing out was left outside.

...

Inside the cave dwelling, looking up at Ji Mingyu’s familiar face and icy demeanor, Chu Xuan felt as though he were in a dream.

He stared at her, and after a long time, finally squeezed out a sound from his throat, "I have questions I want to ask you."

Ming Yu had no reaction, just stared at him steadily.

"First, what exactly happened between you and Celestial Evil Demon Venerable?"

"Second, did you recognize me as Tian Xie from the start?"

Initially, Chu Xuan’s tone was somewhat hoarse, and his pace slow, but the more he spoke, the more fluent and firm he became, eventually fixing her with a burning gaze, staring resolutely into Ji Mingyu’s eyes.

At this moment, Ming Yu seemed to be scorched by that gaze, slightly shifting her eyes away.

She said indifferently, "Your strength is too weak; you’re not fit to know these things now. Come back after you’ve reached the Sixth Realm."

The original plan was for the Seventh Realm. Only after entering the Life and Death Three Profound Realms is one considered a high-level cultivator, but Ji Mingyu could no longer wait that long.

Chu Xuan’s brows furrowed. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, saying:

"Back then, your rage, your shock, your sudden realization, your hatred, your disgust—all of it was an act, wasn’t it?!"

Ji Mingyu’s expression remained like the eternal Ten Thousand Years Snow Mountain, but her fingers trembled slightly—something that had never happened before.

Why is it completely different from what I imagined?

Wasn’t he supposed to try to win me back?

"Ming Yu, answer me." Chu Xuan’s originally somewhat agitated tone had gradually cooled.

Ming Yu finally looked up again at Chu Xuan, her expression still indifferent: "I told you, it’s not the right time yet."

Originally, she had wanted to show that she could easily kill Qingqing and Gu Haitang.

Intending to say:

Do you see? The life and death of those around you are all within my whims; this is the sorrow of the weak.

In this world of the weak being preyed upon by the strong, you must become powerful and trample everyone beneath you! Including me.

But now, she was afraid.

So Ji Mingyu stood up and turned away, "Go."

Chu Xuan fell silent. From Ming Yu’s tone, he could discern that she had known his true identity all along, and even how he came back to life.

Taking him as a disciple was all part of her earlier plan; abolishing his cultivation and driving him down the mountain was merely a performance.

But for some reason, Ming Yu was temporarily unwilling to reveal the truth.

So Chu Xuan sighed lightly, taking off the storage bracelet he had worn on his right wrist for nearly sixteen years, and tossed it at Ji Mingyu’s feet.

"Everything you’ve given me, including that trace of immortal energy in my dantian, I have removed; they’re all inside."

"Let’s not see each other again."

Upon saying this, Chu Xuan felt a sense of relief.

The world moves like the sun and the moon, and life seems fleeting.

At that moment, Ji Mingyu’s expression changed; her first thought was shock, then anger. How can you?! Are you severing ties with me?

She clenched her fist tightly, almost about to turn and question Chu Xuan.

But she gritted her teeth and held back, telling herself: Don’t panic, don’t panic, there’s still a trump card.

Chu Xuan merely misunderstood her due to not knowing the truth. Once it’s revealed, everything will be better; it must be this way.

After speaking, Chu Xuan turned and walked towards the cave dwelling’s entrance, no longer lingering.

But Ji Mingyu was even faster!

Do you think you can cut ties with me? I absolutely won’t allow it!

The door suddenly swung open, causing Chu Xuan to pause and realize that Ming Yu had run away?

He turned; sure enough, the bracelet remained in place; she had just fled...

This gave him a sense of anger, yet he held his tongue, face cold as he walked out.

Just as the three women outside appeared uncertain, the little snow ferret quickly slipped in, transformed into human form, picked up the bracelet, and hugged Chu Xuan’s leg, pleading, "Listen to me, don’t be angry."

"Let go," Chu Xuan said coldly.

Tears immediately welled up in Little Snow’s eyes and cascaded down, sobbing as she clung to him, "I won’t let go, do you not want me anymore?"

Chu Xuan walked a few steps, recalling how, in the past, the little snow ferret knelt in the icy snow, hands clasping in supplication, crying to her master just like she was now.

With a sigh, Chu Xuan couldn’t bear to be hard-hearted, gently picked up Little Snow, and patted her head.

"Alright, stop crying."