The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 63 Sun Yuyang's Recovery

The luncheon was quite oppressive, with Zhang Yi interrogating the guests as if he were conducting a census.

Adding to the mix was the sarcastic and unpleasant Ruan Xinrou, making everyone at the banquet suffer even more.

"Yu Yang was right after all. Zhang Yi is no longer the same Zhang Yi!" Qi Cheng watched coldly, recalling his secret conversation with Sun Yu Yang last night with a chill in his heart.

Qi Cheng already knew that Sun Yuyang was faking madness. While he was relieved that she hadn't gone insane, he couldn't help but feel a surge of hatred towards Zhang Yisheng.

"Whoosh! Let's go, take me to see Miss Sun."

After an unknown amount of time, the banquet finally ended, and Leng Ningshuang breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately got up and asked Zhang Yi to lead the way.

Feng Ling and the others stood up one after another, and more than a dozen figures followed Zhang Yi and hurriedly walked away.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Yi remained silent, not uttering a word, but his eyes flickered as if he were pondering something.

"Hmph! She's just a half-grown girl, how could she have such abilities?" A shadow of gloom flashed in Ruan Xinrou's eyes as she followed behind and muttered to herself.

Immediately afterwards, she looked up and glared at Zhang Yi, who was walking ahead and earnestly explaining the way to Leng Ning Shuang.

"You all wait outside, Junior Brother Feng Ling and I will go in!"

As they approached Sun Yuyang's boudoir, they could faintly hear the mad laughter of a woman coming from inside. Leng Ningshuang's heart stirred, and she turned to the side, stopping to glance at Zhang Yi and the others.

"Alright! Then, I'll have to trouble Miss Miaoshuang!" Zhang Yi respectfully cupped his hands, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes filled with countless complex emotions.

Feng Ling could discern three emotions: excitement, joy, and even resentment...!
With a creak, two figures darted inside, and then the exquisite sandalwood door closed by itself.

"Young Master! You trust them that much?" After Feng Ling and the other man completely disappeared into the house, Old Man Fu, who was standing next to Zhang Yi, sharpened his gaze and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

Zhang Yi remained silent upon hearing this, shook his head, and then looked firmly at Sun Yuyang's boudoir. Qi Cheng frowned slightly upon hearing this, already feeling somewhat displeased.

"Hmph! You old fool, what do you mean? Do you think the core disciples of my Jade Purity Sect would want anything from you?" Wang Tao and the others were furious upon hearing this and turned around to hurl insults at Elder Fu.

The sect's reputation is their own reputation. At crucial moments, Wang Tao and the others still understand the importance of sticking together. Anyway, they were only standing up for the sect and Leng Ningshuang, without naming names or places, and said they were standing up for Feng Ling!

"Ignorant brat! How dare you speak so disrespectfully! Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Yuqing Sect!" Old Master Fu roared, his old face flushed red as he leaped forward to strike.

"Enough!" A palm strike carrying a fierce gust of wind swept forward, about to hit Wang Tao's pretty face, when two shouts rang out in unison.

Zhang Yi turned and exchanged a glance with Qi Cheng. Seeing the other party nod indifferently, Zhang Yi's heart trembled slightly. The familiar faces between them seemed to have become somewhat unfamiliar.

"Hmph!" Old Fu, like a deflated balloon, forcibly withdrew his hand and returned to Zhang Yi's side. He and Wang Tao snorted coldly at the same time, their hostility undiminished.

"Whoosh! Ten revolutions...?" Wang Tao appeared calm and unyielding, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhang Yi hadn't spoken up in time, he would probably be a cold corpse by now!

Eighth-level cultivator versus tenth-level cultivator! The outcome will be a foregone conclusion... unless, there is another monstrous imposter like Feng Ling.

“Insects fly…! Fly, fly! Hahaha…!” As soon as Feng and Ling entered the room, they saw a mess all around them, with broken tables, chairs, coffee tables, and beaded curtains scattered all over the floor.

Meanwhile, the pretty, seemingly crazy woman was spinning in circles, completely oblivious to the fact that she was the one who started it all.

"Huh? Why aren't you flying..." Upon seeing two strangers appear in her room, Sun Yuyang, whose hair was in a mess, suddenly stopped and took a few steps closer to Feng Ling and the other person.

"I'm sorry, you two! Miss is ill and may have spoken rudely! Please forgive her." Chunyin and Xiaotao hurriedly cleaned up the porcelain shards and then quickly pulled Sun Yuyang back, carefully apologizing.

They received the news early in the morning and naturally knew that someone would be coming to treat their young lady today.

"You may leave now. The two of us are sufficient here!" Leng Ningshuang said calmly, glancing at the two flustered maids.

"This...!" The two maids hesitated, heads bowed. Finally, they looked up sharply and said with unwavering determination, "We are Miss's personal maids and cannot leave her side for even a moment!"

“Alright, you two help Miss Sun to bed, and my fellow disciple and I will treat her right away!” Just as Leng Ning Shuang was about to lash out, Feng Ling raised an eyebrow and spoke up cheerfully before she could.

After watching the two help Sun Yuyang to bed, they secretly transmitted their voices to the furious Leng Ning Shuang: "There must be a spy among these two. Senior Sister, you only need to tamper with the music to get rid of them!"

“Okay!” Leng Ning Shuang’s beautiful eyes flashed, and she immediately understood and took out a guqin.

As the guqin floated gently in the air, a pair of delicate jade hands slowly moved, and a series of low, soft notes began to play, plunging the entire room into an eerie atmosphere that made people drowsy.

"Ah...so sleepy!" Two maids yawned as they stood by the bed, swaying from side to side. Leng Ning Shuang was delighted at the sight, thinking to herself, "I'll give you a little enjoyment first, then prepare for the pain!" The transition from heaven to hell is just a thought away!
"Oh no!" Qi Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw that there was no sound coming from inside the room. He thought to himself, "Could it be that Yu Yang has been found out?"
"Not good! Quickly block your hearing!" Old Fu's eyes flashed with a sharp light. After shouting, the power of ghosts and gods spread out, first releasing a layer of energy shield for the panicked crowd.

“Whoosh! Buzz, buzz…!” As soon as the words were spoken, a series of piercing, sharp piano notes suddenly exploded, spreading out of Sun Yuyang’s boudoir like ripples.

"Pfft! Ah! Then I'll have to trouble you two, Miss...!" Suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, the two pale-faced maids were in excruciating pain, feeling as if their eardrums were about to burst. They quickly covered their ears and fled in panic.

"Holy crap! Senior Sister Leng's zither playing is this amazing?" Wang Tao, whose hearing was blocked, swore and stared at the two maids who were fleeing from the room in a panic, speechless.

Upon hearing this, the others fell silent, while Ruan Xinrou bit her lip, her eyes flickering, seemingly lost in thought.

"Miss Sun, everyone's gone now, there's no need to pretend anymore." After throwing out a white, empty vibrating object, Leng Ning Shuang spoke calmly to the woman on the bed with her eyes closed. With a thought, she added another layer of soundproofing to the surroundings.

"Echoing Conch?" At this moment, Leng Ning Shuang had already put away the guqin, but the piercing sound of the guqin continued to play strangely. Feng Ling's eyes sharpened, and he turned to stare at the white object. Upon seeing it, he immediately recognized its origin.

"Miss Leng, you're here again?" A soft female voice came from the bed. Sun Yuyang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she suddenly opened her eyes. Her pretty figure swept by like a breeze and landed in front of the dressing table.

"Yu Yang, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have lied to you last time." Leng Ning Shuang cast an apologetic glance at the pretty woman.

When the two met last night, Leng Ningshuang concealed her cultivation level. Sun Yuyang wanted Leng Ningshuang's help to find out the mastermind behind her father's death, but Leng Ningshuang politely declined, saying she was "willing but unable."

"I had no other choice but to resort to this tactic! Please excuse my poor appearance! Please have a seat." After quickly combing her hair, Sun Yuyang smiled and gestured with her hand, and the two chairs that had fallen over moved behind Feng Ling and the other person on their own.

Judging from his expression, he didn't care at all about what Leng Ningshuang was saying.

“Everyone has their own destiny. If you can only do your own thing, who can you blame?” Looking at the two people who had taken their seats, Sun Yuyang sighed inwardly. She could understand Leng Ningshuang’s actions that time.

"Have you two come here to help me?" Sun Yuyang raised an eyebrow gently and smiled at Feng Ling and the other man.

“Naturally, matters within the Jade Purity Sect are related to the sect's stability and must be addressed,” Feng Ling said on behalf of the sect. Then, with a thought, he cautiously inquired, “Miss Sun, how much intelligence have you gathered?”

That's a very pertinent question. Feng and Ling have everything they need right now, except reliable information. What if they accidentally kill a "good person" if they don't get to the bottom of things?
“No, since I started pretending to be crazy more than half a month ago, apart from knowing that my father’s death was related to that bitch Ruan Xinrou, I have received almost no news!” Upon hearing this, Sun Yuyang’s eyes flickered as she slowly spoke.

"Miss Sun, do you not trust the two of us?" Feng Ling and Leng Ning Shuang exchanged a glance, nodded, and released their cultivation auras together.

"Nine revolutions, ten revolutions...!?" Sun Yuyang trembled as she stood up in shock, staring intently at Leng Ningshuang. After hesitating for a long time, she sat down and sighed, saying helplessly, "To be honest, I have indeed found out quite a lot of inside information!"

"Appreciate further details!"

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An incense stick had burned out, and Feng Ling and Leng Ning Shuang were frowning, deep in thought.

After a long conversation, the two learned three important pieces of information from Sun Yuyang.

Firstly, Ruan Xinrou is suspected of being an evil spirit master, and Zhang Yi may have known about it but did not report it.

Secondly, the murderer who killed Sun Yunshan was indeed his seemingly weak stepmother, Ruan Xinrou. Although the cause of death is unknown, the mastermind behind it all is someone else! They remain cautiously hidden in the shadows.

Thirdly, according to Sun Yuyang's deduction, the other party seemed to be searching for something but found nothing, so they turned their attention to her. However, Sun Yuyang feigned madness, leaving them both helpless and unwilling to give up so easily. This is likely a major reason why the other party has hesitated to kill her!

"Sigh! Miss Sun is in a dangerous situation. You'll have to suffer a little longer. Once Junior Brother Feng Ling and I have investigated the matter thoroughly, we'll wipe you all out in one fell swoop!"

With a worried expression, Leng Ningshuang let out a rare sigh and made a suggestion to Sun Yuyang.

“Gentlemen! Even if we continue to pretend, we won’t get any results. It would be better for me to risk my life and lure out the mastermind!” Sun Yuyang shook his head and rejected the idea outright, his tone resolute.

"Don't act impulsively...!" Feng and Ling were about to offer some advice when they were cut off by a sentence that followed.

"Besides, the hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable, and I... can't wait any longer!"

Sun Yuyang was filled with immense sorrow. She gritted her teeth, and a thin line of bright red blood seeped from the corner of her lips, showing how deep her hatred was!
“Yes! How many people can bear such a deep-seated hatred?” Feng and Ling both sighed inwardly.

Let alone the other party being a woman, even a man who often says "a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years" probably couldn't stand having his father's killer hanging around in front of him every day!
Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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