The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 717 - 402 Mark_3

Yin Jiu You had only recently escaped from within the Jade Staff Peak of the Guangcheng Palace. The two had never had a direct encounter before, so how could her Sea of Consciousness contain his imprint? Unless...

Changtian must have thought of this possibility as well, which is why he immediately showed distance from her — unless her arrival in this world, even her possession of the ring that opens the God Demon Prison, was all inexplicably linked to Yin Jiu You. Otherwise, how could he have managed to plant the Spiritual Oath imprint in her Sea of Consciousness?

Furthermore, what was he trying to achieve by using her?

If she could think of this, then Changtian must have as well. Right now, his heart must be filled with the humiliation and anger of being toyed with, right?

He had struggled so hard to live, and had guided her wholeheartedly on her westward journey to elevate her realm; was it all just unknowingly following the script written by Yin Jiu You? However, Yin Jiu You is known to be cunning and crafty, and such deception would fit his modus operandi, wouldn’t it?

Seeing his greatest adversary caught in a death trap, desperately striving for a freedom that was unattainable, ending up with nothing - wouldn’t that bring him the utmost satisfaction? After all, Yin Jiu You has lived for so long, who knows what such an ancient demon truly thinks?

She clutched him in panic, biting her teeth as she said, "Changtian, I will never hurt you! You must believe me." This man was her motivation, her support, and the sole reason she strived to survive in this world. Even though he had always remained in the God Demon Prison, he seemed more like her most important link to this world. Without this link, she was nothing more than an outsider who didn’t fit into this world.

The mere thought of losing his affection and trust made her feel as if her heart and liver were tearing apart.

Her tightly clenched fingers were almost spasming. He could feel the torment in her heart because his own heart was also faintly aching, a feeling of near-asphyxia that seemed to have been absent for a very long time.

Then she suddenly wiped away her tears and began to speak as if a drowning person had grabbed onto driftwood, "Right, Duanmu Yan was just as surprised as you at that time. This means, this means that Yin Jiu You himself didn’t even know about this." She choked almost to the point of suffocation. "I know it sounds incredible, but in my world, there is a saying by the wise: ’Eliminate the impossible, and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth!’"

She murmured, "Think about it, think about it, if I were sent by the Yin Jiu You Sect, then what benefit does it serve him for me to kill his avatar, Duanmu Yan? Besides..."

A sudden warmth came from the top of her head. He raised his hand and placed it on the top of her skull, interrupting her eager words of self-defense.

She clearly understood the power in that hand and the meaning behind this gesture, so she fell into a strange silence, with only her tears flowing ceaselessly.

After a while, she said weakly, "If you don’t believe me, then just kill me."

He understood everything she said, and he did not believe Ning Xiaoxian intended to harm him. On their westward journey, they had depended on each other; he did not believe she was acting all along. But Yin Jiu You was a thorn in his heart, and he longed to personally destroy anyone and anything associated with him. Had it been in the ancient times, his blow would have shattered the top of her skull.

But seeing the sparkling tearful eyes of the person in his arms, he found he could not bring himself to be so ruthless. Being trapped for thirty thousand years, had his once cold heart really softened this much? Recalling the hardships they faced together, her clever little schemes, and her coquettish behavior in his embrace, he couldn’t help but want to believe her.

If Yin Jiu You could even predict all of this, then he would truly admire this guy.

Seeing the little one in his arms now crying silently, he sighed helplessly, stroking her hair and saying, "I believe you."

Her body stiffened, and her tears flowed even more urgently.

He pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head, "You cry too ugly." He casually performed a Cleaning Technique.

This kiss, not tender at all.

Just like two wolves warming each other on a snowy night.

Isn’t this what mutual affection is? But thinking about this only caused him more pain, as if a blunt knife was slowly sawing at his heart.

She was the person in this world whom he least wanted to harm. Much of his raging anger was due to Yin Jiu You’s audacity to use her.