MTLNOVEL Chapter 56
Chapter 56: What Did I Do Wrong?:
The ancient battlefield.
One after another, sanctuaries found their masters. Some prodigies didn’t care about claiming sanctuaries, focusing only on challenging others to improve themselves. Others seized opportunities, soaring like hidden dragons ascending to the heavens.
Battles broke out everywhere, relentless and fierce.
The Vermilion Bird, after saving Yue Hongling, could no longer hide within the demon race. While cultivating, it carefully monitored the situation within its race.
The Ten Thousand Spirit Demon Emperor, obsessed with collecting the essence blood of prodigies, now faced immense resistance.
His lofty ideals clashed harshly with the grim reality.
Before entering the Prodigy’s Ancient Battlefield, the demon race treated the essence blood of other races as a readily available resource, taking it as easily as plucking fruit from a tree. But within the battlefield, their progress was obstructed at every turn.
“You want my essence blood? Well, your demon core looks pretty appealing too!”
The demon race wasn’t alone in their plight. The demon clan entered with overwhelming hostility but ended up being battered by one foe after another, their morale crushed.
The human race, by contrast, fared relatively well.
Yue Hongling’s ferocity and the occasional appearance of a mysterious female sword cultivator made them a formidable force.
Among the masses competing to take the lead, only a handful truly stood at the forefront.
Yue Hongling was locked in fierce combat with the demon races. Her varied combat techniques left the demon races howling in frustration, as long as she avoided falling into their traps.
The demon races began to question Shui Ye’s strategy. Shui Ye himself was indignant. His plan had been flawless! But no one could have predicted Yue Hongling’s rapid growth. Even the second wave of powerful reinforcements couldn’t deal with her. Who could they complain to?
The demon races made a decision: release Feng Wuxie and let him fend for himself.
After a long silence, Shui Ye begrudgingly agreed. If they couldn’t trap Yue Hongling, all their strategies were futile. Her actions were now severely limiting the demon races’ operations—they couldn’t continue like this.
“No! I won’t leave!” Feng Wuxie’s face twisted in panic when he was told he could leave.
“Do you think you have a choice?”
“Break his legs and throw him out!”
“No! I can be bait! Yue Hongling is one of the top prodigies of the human race. If you don’t kill her now, she’ll become a disaster for all the races in the future! You must eliminate her while she’s still in her cradle! I can help you!”
“She hates me to the core. As long as I live well, she’ll try everything to kill me. I’m the perfect bait!”
“Ah!” Feng Wuxie’s screams echoed as his legs were broken.
Without a word, Shui Ye carried Feng Wuxie to a desolate mountain and tossed him there. This time, there were no traps. It was over.
The demon races had no intention of continuing as the vanguard against the human race.
“Don’t leave!” Feng Wuxie wailed. “Don’t leave me here! Hand me over to the demons, the devil race, anyone but this!”
Despite his cries, Shui Ye didn’t look back.
Feng Wuxie was a spent force. His cultivation had plummeted, and now, with his legs broken, it was a miracle he was still alive.
When his pleas went unanswered, Feng Wuxie began cursing in despair. He couldn’t understand what he had done to deserve this. Why was he suffering such misfortune?
He had come to the Prodigy’s Ancient Battlefield to grow stronger. He hadn’t provoked anyone! It was the demon race that hunted him first, all because of Tianwu, that hideous creature.
Had he done anything wrong?
Feng Wuxie’s mentality collapsed. He sat there, sobbing uncontrollably.
A shadow suddenly fell over him. A pair of crimson cloud-patterned boots appeared in his vision.
She had come.
She had come.
Terror filled Feng Wuxie’s heart, but he clung to life. Even the smallest creature clings to survival—it wasn’t shameful to want to live.
“It’s all my fault,” he stammered. “They wanted to kill me. I didn’t want to die. What did I do wrong? I was just scared, so scared. The demon race has gone mad. They couldn’t defeat the human race, so they turned to fulfilling the Ten Thousand Spirit Demon Emperor’s orders, collecting essence blood. They wanted my phoenix essence blood too.”
“I didn’t want to die. I just wanted to live. Tell me, what should I have done? What could I have done differently?”
“If you were in my position, could you have done better?”
Feng Wuxie began pleading but grew more agitated as he spoke.
He wasn’t to blame. He was just a weakling, swept up in the currents of fate. He had no control, no autonomy.
The wind stirred Yue Hongling’s hair as she stood silently, her once-bright eyes now dull and desolate. She didn’t look at Feng Wuxie.
Feng Wuxie wasn’t wrong.
Lu Ye wasn’t wrong.
The fault lay entirely with her.
In truth, in her previous life, Lu Ye had tried to tell her about Feng Wuxie. But each time he brought it up, her response was hysterical anger, followed by indifference.
Lu Ye had thought she had let it go.
In reality, she had buried her hatred deep within her heart. When she didn’t trust Lu Ye, none of his words about Feng Wuxie could reach her.
Yue Hongling turned and left. She didn’t kill him. Killing or sparing Feng Wuxie no longer mattered to her. In her heart, he was already dead.
Feng Wuxie stared at her retreating figure, dumbfounded. What did this mean?
“Hey!”
Summoning courage he didn’t know he had, Feng Wuxie called out to her.
Yue Hongling didn’t stop.
She had already thought it through—Feng Wuxie had nothing to do with her anymore. In her heart, she began to understand Lu Ye’s current mindset.
Was there hatred?
Yes, but it was powerless.
Hatred for others, hatred for herself—none of it mattered anymore.
Feng Wuxie wanted to ask why Yue Hongling had ever loved him, but her figure quickly disappeared.
The question seemed pointless now.
“I survived!” Feng Wuxie collapsed to the ground, exhaling deeply.
He felt that everything he had endured was a valuable lesson for his future. As long as he didn’t die, he could…
Hmm?
A pair of azure-embroidered shoes appeared in his vision.
Azure shoes?
It wasn’t Yue Hongling returning, but he didn’t recognize this woman either.
Feng Wuxie stiffly raised his head.
Before him stood a stunning woman in an azure gown, holding a black-and-red sword. Her gaze was chilling.
That look… something was very wrong.
“Miss…”
Shing!
The sword fell. Not even his bones remained.
Chu Ling sheathed her sword.
“The young master didn’t say you could live.”