The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere
Chapter 151 - 68 made her chase her husband to the crematorium! Xing’er offered her heart!

Chapter 151: 68 made her chase her husband to the crematorium! Xing’er offered her heart!

Clang!

The Embroidered Face Saint Maiden drew her sword, her face a portrait of tragic resolve.

"Oh, the best Brother Qingling in the world..."

"How could Rong’er ever be worthy of your hidden yet magnificent love?"

"From the beginning to the end, your heart was filled with Rong’er, while I misunderstood you and hated you for so many years!"

"I am simply... unworthy to be human!"

"Now that Rong’er understands the reasons behind everything that happened back then, there’s no way to atone for this sin but to die before you to apologize!"

"Miss, don’t do this!"

Zhou, the Steward rushed over to stop her.

"Miss! Your Brother Qingling, now Lord Bai, did so much for you, bearing so many insults! Even after all these decades, he must still be deeply attached to you!"

"If he knows that his little Sister Rong’er chose to die to make amends, how much pain would it bring him?"

"Moreover, look—"

Zhou, the Steward pointed to the sky, "Lord Bai’s memory shards have not all been revealed! It seems... there is still the final, darkest fragment left! Don’t you want to understand everything in Lord Bai’s heart?"

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, the Embroidered Face Saint Maiden shuddered, turning back to gaze.

Indeed, she saw it.

In the depths of the clouds atop the sky, the Mysterious Mirror revealed part of its true form!

And on the mirror’s surface, a grim memory scene faintly appeared!

At this moment, the crowd erupted in loud exclamations:

"What’s going on!?"

"Is there more to Lord Bai’s sealed memory?"

"It seems so! Most likely it’s the scene of Lord Bai destroying the Evil Medicine Sect!"

"So exciting? Quickly reveal more! I love this!"

...

...

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd.

A dark and heavy scene began to unfold slowly—

It was the frequently seen dormitory of the Evil Medicine Sect’s inner sect disciples.

The owner of the memory, the young Demon Lord, sat solemnly on the bed, eyes heavily fixed on the void.

At last, he awaited something.

A short, chubby disciple with a simple appearance walked in.

"Senior Brother, you’re not resting yet."

The chubby disciple greeted the young man with a smile, unable to help expressing, "It’s been a while since we last saw the Master. Is the Master still in closed-door training?"

"Yes, the Master is still in closed-door training."

Bail Qingling’s sharp eyes gazed at him,

"Chu Nan, may I ask you a question, Senior Brother?"

"Of course, Senior Brother, ask whatever you wish! Chu Nan will answer anything!"

replied the chubby disciple.

"Chu Nan, if you had to make a choice..."

Bail Qingling asked in a sorrowful tone:

"Would you choose to live like a monster, losing all reason, or die with dignity?"

"This..."

Chu Nan looked stunned, "Why would you ask such a heavy question all of a sudden, Senior Brother?"

"Answer me." The young senior demanded, his tone stern.

"Oh..."

Chu Nan thought carefully and replied, "If as Senior Brother said, I’ve lost my reason and turned into a monster, then I wouldn’t be myself anymore! It’s better to end it all and die!"

Hearing this answer, Bail Qingling first showed a look of deep pain.

Then, a sense of relief emerged on his face.

"I understand."

"Thank you..."

"Chu Nan, my junior brother—"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth.

Clang!

A sharp longsword pierced the air!

Slicing through Chu Nan’s throat, his head flying off!

The entire process took only a blink of an eye!

"Rest in peace, Junior Brother Chu Nan."

"This is the last thing your Senior Brother can do for you..."

The youth looked at the blood-red sunset, his gaze filled with grief.

...

...

The outside viewers were left in stunned silence, not even able to cry out in shock before the scene swiftly changed.

A moonless night, wind high and furious, lightning and thunder flashing!

The distant cries of crows sounded mournful.

On an overgrown hill.

A boy covered in blood, his eyes empty, stared at a huge pit beneath him.

At the bottom of the pit lay jumbled corpses, all dressed in the Evil Medicine Sect’s sect robes!

"Farewell, fellow disciples."

"From this day forth, only Bail Qingling exists in the world; the Evil Medicine Sect is no more."

The youth closed his eyes, murmuring.

A divine soul’s shadow appeared behind him.

It was a white-bearded elder, exuding an air of immortal grace.

"Child."

"Don’t be sad."

"Every disciple in the Evil Medicine Sect, except you, was infected by the Evil Pharmacist’s ’Soul Madness Bug.’ If you hadn’t killed them, they would have only become undying, soulless corpses."

"What we did was—an act of great merit!"

"We? Don’t pretend we share a bond."

The youth coldly glanced at the elder, "I am well aware we’re just using each other."

"Now, I have removed your junior brother, the Evil Pharmacist for you. The favor of you giving me the Gu Sovereign Secret Manual is erased!"

"Hehe, well said, well said!"

Despite being rebuffed, the elder did not get angry, chuckling, he looked at the unconscious little girl on the ground.

At this moment, even someone as calculating as him couldn’t help but express sentiment:

"Ah, what is love in this world? Child, you are destined to become a saint or a sovereign. Is it worth it for a girl you met in your youth?"

"Whether it’s worth it or not, is none of your concern."

The youth coldly replied, then crouched down, gently caressing the girl’s face.

In that instant, his cold eyes softened slightly.