Chapter 669: My Ending Is Actually Like This?

Regarding Zhuque Zi’s intentions toward Hong Die, Yu Xian was confident that even if Hong Die didn’t believe it, a seed of doubt had certainly been planted in her heart.

This seed might not immediately take root and sprout, but given the right opportunity, it would break through the soil, forcing her to re-examine her relationship with Zhuque Zi and Qian Feng.

After all, no one wishes to be a mere pawn manipulated by others, especially a proud Heavenly Prodigy like Hong Die.

Yu Xian turned and left Bingyun Valley with Qing He. The cold mist slowly closed behind them, as if no one had ever been there.

Hong Die, remaining at the valley entrance, watched their retreating figures, a subtle tide stirring within her heart.

The ‘overwhelming kindness’ she had always firmly believed in had begun to show a faint crack under Yu Xian’s cold and cruel analysis.

Hong Die sighed and flew back into the valley to Cultivate.

After Yu Xian and Qing He left Bingyun Valley, Qing He still appeared preoccupied.

“Thinking about Hong Die?” Yu Xian asked.

They had already left, and since Qing He was no longer reluctant to part, she must be thinking about what he said regarding Hong Die.

“Yes, Husband, is everything you said true?” Qing He asked with a heavy tone.

In her heart, she already had an answer, but she was somewhat unwilling to believe it.

“Yes, that was Hong Die’s predetermined fate. Later, Hong Die will enter the Rain Immortal Realm. Inside, due to carelessness from underestimating the enemy, she will have an arm severed by someone named Wang Lin, her Dao Heart severely damaged, and her arrogance completely shattered. From then on, a deep obsession will take root, leading her to agree to a battle against Wang Lin at Zhuque Mountain in ten years.

In the battle at Zhuque Mountain, she will exhaust all her power, burning her Concept and exploding her Spirit Body, yet still be unable to defeat Wang Lin. Instead, her Desolate Concept will be devoured by him, and she will become the loser.

But defeat is not the most painful part. After being gravely injured, she will be captured by her Senior Brother Qian Feng and refined into a Puppet Cauldron, suffering endless humiliation and losing all dignity.

On the brink of life and death, preferring death over disgrace, she will only seek release through death, ultimately perishing under Wang Lin’s axe, ending her tragic life.

A wisp of her remnant soul will escape into Reincarnation, wandering through rebirths, forgetting the love and hate of her past life, letting go of her life as a Prodigy and her suffering, finally attaining a peaceful remaining life.

A life of pride, a life of hardship, a life bound by love and hate. When the red clothes fall and the butterfly perishes in the Mortal World, she ultimately becomes the most lamentable splash of vibrant color on the Mortal Realm’s path of Cultivation path,” Yu Xian then completed the rest of Hong Die’s fate.

“This…” Qing He was too stunned to speak upon hearing this. Her face was even paler than when she had just learned Hong Die was to become a Cauldron.

She never imagined that the little Junior Sister, who shone so brightly in the Sect and was as cold and proud as ice and snow, would meet such a miserable end.

Having her arm severed and her Dao Heart severely damaged was already heartbreaking, yet she was also to be refined into a Puppet Cauldron by the Senior Brother she trusted, enduring immense humiliation, and finally dying under another’s axe—even Reincarnation required her to forget her past to find peace.

Qing He felt a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, and even her breathing became somewhat difficult. She subconsciously gripped Yu Xian’s sleeve, as if that was the only way to draw a sliver of strength.

“How… How could this happen… She is so powerful, her talent is so high, how could…” Qing He truly could not reconcile the aloof Heavenly Prodigy with the tragic-ended Hong Die Yu Xian described.

“Success due to talent, failure also due to talent, perhaps,” Yu Xian sighed as well.

“Husband, can you help her? After all, she is my Junior Sister…” Qing He looked into Yu Xian’s eyes, her voice carrying a trace of pleading.

She knew Hong Die’s attitude toward her had been cold before, even contemptuous, but they were fellow disciples nonetheless. Watching her walk toward such an end filled Qing He with pity.

Yu Xian remained silent for a moment, his fingertips gently brushing across Qing He’s furrowed brow, a complex flicker crossing his eyes.

“Qing He, Hong Die’s personality is aloof, and her obsession is deep. If she herself is unwilling to awaken from that Genius dream, no amount of talking from others will be of use. I have already informed her future trajectory; what remains is whether she can grasp this sliver of life and break free from the situation,” Yu Xian stated.

Qing He lowered her eyelids, her long lashes casting a shadow beneath them. Though regret still lingered in her heart, she understood the truth in Yu Xian’s words.

Hong Die’s pride was like solid ice; unless she was willing to melt it herself, external force ultimately could not shake it.

She softly uttered an ‘Mm’ and leaned her head on Yu Xian’s shoulder, feeling the warmth emanating from him. The heaviness in her heart caused by Hong Die’s fate gradually subsided, smoothed by the stable aura of the person beside her.

The road ahead was long; all she could do was guard her own choices and walk forward with the person before her.

“Husband, since you know Hong Die’s fate, do you also know mine?” Qing He suddenly came back to herself.

Yu Xian looked at Qing He with a complicated expression, considering whether to tell her her original fate. After all, it was too cruel for Qing He.

“What’s wrong? Is mine also not a good fate?” Seeing Yu Xian hesitate, Qing He’s heart suddenly sank, and the anxiety previously stirred by Hong Die’s fate instantly surged back.

“Husband, please tell me. No matter what the ending is, I want to know,” she looked up at Yu Xian, her clear eyes reflecting his complex expression.

She wanted to know the path she might have faced, and even more, she wanted confirmation that choosing to walk with Yu Xian now had truly changed that predetermined ending.

“Qing He, you possess outstanding talent, one of the top Geniuses on Zhuque Star. Your demeanor is gentle and steady; you are the Great Master revered by the Cultivators of the Snow Domain Country.

You deeply cherish your Junior Sister Hong Die, treating her like a true sister. Whenever Hong Die was in seclusion, Cultivating, or making enemies, you quietly protected and cared for her, becoming a rare warmth beneath Hong Die’s cold Dao Heart.

However, your Master had long calculated that Hong Die had a fatal tribulation. Under the guise of protecting Hong Die completely, he tricked you into accepting this tribulation on Hong Die’s behalf.

Grateful for your Master’s kindness and concerned for your Junior Sister, despite knowing it was almost certain death, you resolutely went to face it.

In the great war against the Four Sect Alliance, you single-handedly confronted powerful enemies, fighting against numerous Cultivators with your Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation, ultimately exhausting your strength and dying in battle.

Until your death, you believed you were protecting the Sect and safeguarding your Junior Sister. But after you fell, no one erected a monument for you, and no one offered sacrifices for you,” Yu Xian still revealed Qing He’s original fate.

Perhaps this way, she wouldn’t dwell so much on the Ice Snow Temple in the future.

Qing He froze upon hearing this. She stood stock-still, as if all the blood in her body had solidified.

After a long while, she slowly raised her head, her eyes red. “I… My ending is actually like this? To protect my Junior Sister, I ended up without a corpse and without anyone to care?”

She had always believed her sacrifices were worthwhile, done for the glory of the Sect and the safety of her Junior Sister, but in the end, she was merely a pawn sacrificed on her Master’s chessboard, never even receiving posthumous honors.

Yu Xian gently embraced her, feeling the coldness and slight trembling of her body, and sighed inwardly.

Qing He leaned into his embrace, and tears finally fell uncontrollably, soaking his robe. She held Yu Xian tightly, as if grasping the only piece of driftwood in her life.

“Husband, fortunately… fortunately, I met you. Fortunately, I didn’t walk down that path.”