Fu Mingyue fell heavily from the tree, landing on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Her eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, looking at Yan Wanqing with sorrow and hatred.
"...You, why did you..." She could not help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
She couldn’t even finish a complete sentence.
Seeing this, Yan Wanqing felt somewhat reluctant.
Killing someone was as simple as laying down their head.
She had extinguished the faith in Fu Mingyue’s heart.
The Divine Sect’s Hierarch must have held a special significance for Fu Mingyue.
At that moment, Abiao walked over from the side, knelt on the ground, and held Fu Mingyue in his arms.
Xiao Pingfeng’s palm strike in the heat of the moment was enough to shatter Fu Mingyue’s internal organs; she was beyond saving now.
Who would have thought that the Right Protector of the Divine Church of Light, notorious for her relentless killings, would die in Mingyue Town .
This place was even named after her.
"...That year, on the day she reached the marriageable age, the Sect Hierarch found Mingyue being abused. That day..." Abiao fell into his memories and started speaking slowly, "was her wedding day."
Yan Wanqing, who initially had no patience to continue listening, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Abiao spoke with a hoarse voice; in his arms, Fu Mingyue continually spit out fresh blood, but her right hand was gripping the empty Fire Starter tightly from the beginning to the end.
"Her natal family sold her to a lame butcher to be his wife, but on their way to bring her over, the porters took their turn on Mingyue... there were six of them... When the Sect Hierarch appeared, Mingyue was lying in the sedan, covered in blood, barely alive. It was the Sect Hierarch who saved her..."
...The entire story is recounted in Fu Mingyue’s words from now on...
That year, I had just reached marriageable age.
The lame pig butcher from the edge of the town bought me from my parents for the price of a pig.
He said, as long as I didn’t mind that he was a butcher, he would treat me well for life.
At home, my parents only had eyes for my brother and never cared whether I lived or died.
Being born beautiful, if I didn’t marry off early, what awaited me was being sold by my parents into the Flower Building.
The butcher sent six men to marry me off, giving enough face to my parents.
But that day, the butcher decided to take on a pig-killing job because it was still early, so he didn’t come along for the marriage.
I got on the bridal sedan.
Then the nightmare began.
One after another, they withdrew from my body, their foul stench, nauseating smiles, and those rough hands that kept touching me up and down... made me wish I were dead.
They cursed with vulgar words.
Saying that the butcher is just a pig killer with a bit of stinking money, why should he get to marry such a beautiful bride.
So they were resentful.
Even after taking the butcher’s silver, they still chose to vent their displeasure in this manner on the way to the wedding.
"What do we do next? Do we still send this bride over?"
"Go to hell, if you want to be chopped up by the butcher’s knife then go!"
They decided to disperse and hide out in the town outside to lay low. Before leaving, they didn’t forget to strip off my bridal clothes and abandon me inside the sedan.
They planned to use this method to delay time.
So that I would be unable to go out and call for help.
Actually, I couldn’t even walk out of the sedan.
It was worse than death.
My tears had long dried up, but I still had blood, didn’t I?
I used the hairpin of a bride to cut my palm, it was a hairpin the butcher gave me, made of silver, in the shape of a ginkgo leaf.
I liked it very much.
Blood gradually drained from my body, slowly washing away the humiliation I suffered.
I hated the butcher, I hated my mother, I hated those six beasts worse than pigs and dogs.
But I was powerless to resist.
I thought I was finally about to die.
If I died, I wouldn’t hear the foul language of the outside world, I would be clean with death.
Someone lifted my sedan curtain, wrapped my body in a gown, and carried me away from that filthy sedan.
He said he was the Sect Hierarch of the Divine Church of Light, needing a Holy Maiden and a reliable protector; he asked me which I would choose.
I said I wanted to be the reliable protector.
What good is a Holy Maiden?
I never wanted to be a powerless beauty again.
So, later on, I became the Right Protector of the Divine Church of Light.
The Sect Hierarch taught me to read, to conduct myself in society, and various Martial Arts Techniques.
He always had so much patience... for me.
I thought I was special.
Until I saw a woman who had the exact same face as me in the secret realm; then I knew, my dream was about to end again.
Her name was Song Ning.
I thought the Sect Hierarch would be angry that I found out about that woman.
He even told me the story of the woman named Song Ning.
He said Song Ning was someone to whom he owed a meal, his inner demon, and regret of this lifetime.
I opened my mouth but didn’t dare to ask out loud.
Some dreams should never be dreamt.
After getting drunk to oblivion, I had a one-night stand with the Left Protector.
He was a man of few words.
With that, I completely fell from grace; I began secretly practicing a technique for absorbing a man’s martial strength, increasingly out of control.
I even frequently sneaked out of the Divine Sect.
Once I had the ability to defend myself.
Naturally, I wanted to seek revenge.
I wiped out everyone from the town that had brought me up.
My parents, the butcher, and those six men, as well as all their families.
Without giving them a chance to speak, I took their lives.
Abiao followed behind me.
"Do you want to hear my story?" one day, on a whim, I felt like ripping open my wounds for someone else to see.