Chapter 522 481: Shang Miaoyan: "Xiaohan, other women will only let you down, come back to my side!

"Ugh, my head hurts..."

Ye Liyuan's eyes fluttered open. She gently touched her forehead, feeling as if ten thousand Immortal Deer were rampaging inside her skull. The headache was killing her.

'I seem to... have had another strange dream.'

'In the dream, I became a Female Demon who bullied and tormented many people? And lots of people came to curse me... it was so scary...'

'But how could that be possible? What a bizarre nightmare.'

Ye Liyuan murmured pitifully, lying in bed for a long while before she could finally let out a sigh of relief.

Only then did she realize she was lying in an unfamiliar room!

'It was Nangong Jin! I remember now! That bastard Nangong Jin not only monopolized Ah Han, she also bullied me mercilessly. I was captured by her!'

As Ye Liyuan recalled these past grievances, the flames of vengeance in her heart flared up once more.

However, Ye Liyuan, who prided herself on being a clever Fairy, wasn't foolish enough to challenge Nangong Jin again.

'If I can't beat her, I'll call for backup. I can go tattle to my senior sister!'

'I'll ask the two Saintesses, Lin Qianyan and Shang Miaoyan, to uphold justice for me! As long as I can escape, we'll see how you can possibly fight me, Nangong Jin!'

As she thought this, Ye Liyuan subconsciously looked toward the window and was surprised to find there were no Restrictions at all.

'Hahaha, that deadpan Nangong Jin really is an idiot! She actually forgot to place a Barrier on the window! Now I can return to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion without a problem!'

'I have to tell Ah Han how Nangong Jin bullied me! I'll let him know her true, shameless face!'

Overcome with excitement, Ye Liyuan jumped out the window without a moment's hesitation.

In the courtyard, Ji Xichan, who was sweeping dry leaves, looked up. Seeing Ye Liyuan recklessly depart using Sword Control, she murmured strangely:

"The main gate isn't locked. Why didn't she just use that?"

'She doesn't seem very bright...'

Ji Xichan sighed in confusion, then looked down at the withered leaves at her feet, her beautiful eyes lowered.

'Would a Ye Liyuan this naive really have intentionally watched me nearly freeze to death outside the Cold Palace Sword Mansion when I knelt there, begging to become a disciple?'

'Probably not...'

Ye Liyuan had no idea that her hasty escape was being watched by both Nangong Jin and Ji Xichan.

As she sped away on her sword, the lake wind tousled the loose strands of hair at her temples.

She glanced back at Guanxian Island, saw no pursuers, and the corner of her lips curled into a smug smile.

'As expected, my escape was flawless.'

'I, with my Divinity Transformation Cultivation, escaped from the grasp of a Void Refining Peak Cultivator. How many people in this world could boast such a feat?'

Ye Liyuan gave a reserved cough, careful not to laugh too wildly.

Her slender fingers formed a hand seal, and the Jade Sword beneath her feet suddenly accelerated, carving a silvery-white wake across the lake's surface. In an instant, she had left Hidden Immortal Lake far behind.

After flying at top speed for some time, the familiar silhouette of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion came into view, and the tension in her shoulders finally eased.

Ye Liyuan slowly reduced her speed with Sword Control to descend, letting out a sigh of relief at the same time.

'After all, no matter how arrogant Nangong Jin is, she can't just storm into my own mansion to cause trouble and capture people, can she?'

Knowing she was now safe, Ye Liyuan quickly took out her Transmission Token to contact Pei Yuhang.

Even though she had personally seen Pei Yuhang walk through the gates of Nangong Jin's residence and lie to her, and even though she suspected he was having some kind of sordid "secret rendezvous" with Nangong Jin...

...Ye Liyuan still believed in Ah Han's true feelings for her!

'Ah Han must have been temporarily deceived by that little slut, Nangong Jin!'

Not only was Ye Liyuan not disappointed that Pei Yuhang had lied to her, she even began to reflect on her own actions.

'It's all my fault. I was in seclusion for a while and neglected to care for and pay attention to Ah Han. That's how that wicked woman managed to take advantage of the situation!'

'So, it's not entirely Ah Han's fault that he was temporarily bewitched. I'll forgive him this time...'

At this thought, Ye Liyuan's fighting spirit soared once again.

'I will expose that bastard scumbag girl Nangong Jin's true face to Ah Han and make him come back to me!'

But...

BEEP... BEEP...

She tried the Transmission Token three times.

No one ever answered.

Ye Liyuan clenched the cold Transmission Token, and as she listened to the hollow "BEEP, BEEP," a bad premonition inexplicably rose in her heart.

'Even this morning when Ah Han was meeting another woman behind my back... he still answered my call instantly. Why can't I get through now?'

Ye Liyuan raised her head and looked at the gloomy sky, her delicate brows furrowing with unease.

The clouds in the sky were layered and dense, looking as if they were about to press down on the earth.

The roiling clouds were so immense that they completely enveloped Ye Liyuan's slender figure.

When the fourth attempt to use the Transmission Token also failed to connect, all Ye Liyuan heard in response was still the "BEEP, BEEP" of the busy tone.

A bolt of lightning split the heavens, illuminating her suddenly pale cheeks.

The aggrieved tear that had been clinging to the corner of Ye Liyuan's eye finally fell, mingling with the first drops of rain as it struck the cold ground.

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「Half an hour earlier.」

While Ye Liyuan was still asleep on Guanxian Island, Pei Yuhang, having learned the whole truth from Nangong Jin, had already returned to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion in a daze.

Extreme sorrow, as they say, is like a jar of strong liquor with a bone-deep afterburn.

At the first taste, it seems ordinary. You think you can swallow the bitterness with sheer bravado, believing you can endure such pain.

But as time passes, you don't realize that the wound in your Heart Lake, far from healing, is gradually tearing wider. It rips a bloody gash across your chest, allowing the cold wind to temper every sliver of pain into a blade of ice.

For Pei Yuhang, Ye Liyuan's deception was exactly this kind of gut-wrenching poison.