Chapter 439: Yu Xian Is Acting Somewhat Abnormal!

“Good, I know. You can die now,” Yu Xian’s icy voice came.

Po Jun becoming Jue Wu Shen’s running dog was equivalent to treason in his eyes! Death was too light a punishment!

Po Jun thought that by revealing what he knew, Yu Xian would spare him, but he never expected Yu Xian to be so dishonorable and immediately pronounce his death sentence.

As soon as Yu Xian’s voice fell, Po Jun felt an immense pressure instantly crush him. He had no room to resist at all.

“Husband, there is still that woman,” Li Hanyi pointed her sword toward Yan Ying, who had been flung away by Jue Wu Shen.

At this moment, Yan Ying was already terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, collapsing onto the ground. She crawled and scrambled toward Yu Xian, tears streaming down her face, her makeup completely ruined.

She stared fixedly at Po Jun’s corpse beneath Yu Xian’s feet, then glanced at the miserable state of Jue Wu Shen and his son in the distance. Her whole body trembled like a sieve, and she begged incoherently, “Spare my life… I beg you, spare my life… I don’t know anything… I am just a weak woman coerced by them…”

She recalled how she once maneuvered between various powerful figures for wealth and status, believing her beauty would guarantee her peace. Yet, in the end, she ended up in this predicament.

Po Jun abandoned her for the sake of Martial Arts, and Jue Wu Shen treated her as a plaything. Now that all her backing had perished, she finally understood the true terror of being at the mercy of others.

“Kill her. Both her sons have already been killed by us,” Yu Xian said coldly without even looking at her.

Nie Feng and Jue Tian both died by their hands; he didn’t believe Yan Ying held no hatred in her heart. Moreover, Yan Ying had attached herself to powerful figures four times and been used three times. He had no interest in a woman like that, no matter how beautiful she was.

Upon hearing this, Li Hanyi flicked her Iron Horse Ice River, and Yan Ying was instantly killed by Sword Qi, collapsing without a sound.

“I thought you might be interested in her,” Huang Rong said with a smile as she walked over.

That woman just now had a graceful figure, skin as white as snow, and charming eyes. She should have been Yu Xian’s type, yet Yu Xian hadn’t even glanced at her from beginning to end, and even ordered her killed later.

This was a bit abnormal!

Hearing this, Yu Xian hooked the corner of his mouth and said, “Not interested. That woman is named Yan Ying, and she has a nickname: The Standard Accessory for the Strong. She is extremely power-hungry and greedy for authority, unwilling to settle for mediocrity, using her peerless looks as capital. She successively attached herself to four so-called powerful figures but never truly gained respect or stability.

She maneuvered between various factions, using her beauty as a bargaining chip. Every attachment was accompanied by betrayal and abandonment. Her current fate is merely reaping what she sowed. How could I possibly be interested in someone who stops at nothing for power and has no moral bottom line?”

“Ah? So she was that kind of person? Just now, when I looked at her, I felt she was pitiable…” Huang Rong was momentarily speechless, not expecting such a seemingly delicate woman to have such a complicated past.

“Therefore, one cannot judge a person by their appearance. Alright, the matter is settled. Ruoyi, arrange for people to handle this place.” After speaking, Yu Xian ignored them and headed straight back to the Manor.

Seeing Yu Xian act this way, The Women exchanged glances.

Yu Xian was acting somewhat abnormal!

“Sister Ning…” Huang Rong asked Ning Zhongze. Yu Xian’s hatred toward these people from the Eastern Seas today was clearly different, seemingly originating from the depths of his soul.

“Sister Ning, you should go check on him,” Wu Xingyun’s eyes also showed worry.

“Yes, Sister Ning, Husband is very strange.”

…The Women gathered around, their faces full of concern, but none of them knew what had happened to Yu Xian. The person suitable to ask was only Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze was the person Yu Xian trusted and was closest to, holding the most important position among The Women.

“Mhm, I’ll go take a look. You all don’t need to worry,” Ning Zhongze replied, comforting The Women.

After saying that, Ning Zhongze chased after Yu Xian.

However, upon returning to the Manor, Yu Xian was not there. After searching briefly, Ning Zhongze discovered that Yu Xian had gone to the mountain behind the Manor. He was currently sitting alone on a large rock at the mountaintop, quietly gazing into the distance.

Ning Zhongze immediately flew up and arrived beside Yu Xian. She said nothing, merely sitting down next to him.

Yu Xian knew that Ning Zhongze and the others were worried about him, but he needed to vent some emotions, which was why he came here.

After Ning Zhongze sat down, Yu Xian leaned his head against her shoulder.

Yu Xian never concealed anything from Ning Zhongze, including his emotions.

So, he told her about the world before his Transmigration, about the blood and tears of modern history, about the mountains and rivers torn apart by cannon fire, the compatriots wailing under iron hooves, and the humiliation and struggle etched into the nation’s very bones.

Even separated by time and space, it still burned in his heart.

He once thought that by coming to this Wuxia world of swift justice and deep grievances, he could escape those heavy pasts. But when the word ‘Eastern Seas’ intertwined with the conspiracy against the Dragon Vein, and when figures like Jue Wu Shen stepped into the Central Plains with ambitions of invasion, those dormant memories surged back like a tide.

His ruthlessness toward the Eastern Seas forces was not just about protecting Xue Luo Manor and the Dragon Vein; it was also a subconscious outpouring of hatred for all invaders throughout history onto these uninvited enemies.

In his original world, he could do nothing. Here, he had only one word: Kill!

Ning Zhongze listened quietly, her fingertips gently stroking his furrowed brow. Although she had not personally experienced those years, she could feel the pain and hatred deeply ingrained in his bones from the tremor in his voice.

She knew that any comforting words at this moment would seem pale; only companionship was the best support for him.

The mountain wind howled, lifting his scattered hair and blowing away the sobs he had suppressed for so long. Ning Zhongze held him tighter, as if wanting to draw all his heaviness and fatigue into her warm embrace.

Ning Zhongze gently patted Yu Xian’s back and said softly, “I understand. Even across time and space, those wounds are still carved in your heart. Facing the Eastern Seas forces who came with ambitions of invasion, you cannot remain calm. This is not your fault; it is the ambition of those invaders that awakened your protective feelings for your home and country.”

She paused and continued, “Xue Luo Manor is our home, the Central Plains is our root. By protecting this place and the Dragon Vein, you are protecting all of us. We will all stay with you. No matter how many storms we encounter in the future, we will face them together.”

In Ning Zhongze’s embrace, Yu Xian felt the warmth and stability emanating from her, and the surging emotions in his heart gradually subsided.

He raised his head, looked into Ning Zhongze’s gentle eyes, and murmured, “Sister Ning, thank you. It’s so good to have you here.”

Ning Zhongze smiled faintly and helped him smooth his wind-tousled hair, “Silly boy, we are husband and wife. If I don’t stay with you, who will? Alright, stop staying out here in the wind. It’s getting dark; let’s go back to the Manor. Everyone is waiting for us.”