The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

Chapter 158 Aunt Yuxiang

"Sister also knows about this?"

The girl's eyes moved slightly and she looked at Old Wen.

There was a hint of confusion on her face, as if she had not expected that Old Man Wen and her sister would have so much contact.

"Ah."

Elder Wen nodded slightly, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

He sighed and said slowly, "I only found out later that you two sisters have been carrying such a heavy fate."

"As long as the weak survive, the Saint's successor will never be able to break through and inherit the Saint's throne."

The old man's voice was low and powerful, as if he was telling a cruel fact.

"Do you know what that little girl said when she found out about this?"

Without waiting for the girl to reply, Old Wen suddenly asked, his eyes softened, as if he recalled some interesting memories.

"Sister, she...what did she say?"

The girl's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of complexity.

She seemed very curious about her sister's opinion on this cruel fact, but she was also worried about hearing words that would break her heart.

"She said she was willing to risk her life to ensure your safety, even if she couldn't break through."

"As she spoke, her eyes gleamed with determination, as if she was ready to face all difficulties."

Mr. Wen's voice was soft and warm, like the spring sunshine shining on the earth.

His eyes were full of admiration, as if he sincerely admired Yuchi Xiaosheng's bravery and selflessness.

The girl's body shook violently, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a word.

Her heart was filled with unspeakable emotions, but at this moment, she felt more guilty than touched.

"You would rather sacrifice yourself than give up on me... Sister..."

The girl's voice was trembling and her eyes were full of tears, as if the world had collapsed.

"If you want to go to Qingfeng Temple, you must start the Saint's Bloodline Ceremony in the ancestral hall."

The old man's tone was serious, as if this was an unavoidable fact.

"If Ning Yuanbu knew the Saint's bloodline, you would be the stronger one..."

The old man didn't finish his words, but his eyes revealed deep helplessness.

The girl's face was as pale as paper, her body was trembling slightly, and her heart was filled with pain.

She didn't want to leave her sister, but she also understood that if she went to Qingfeng Temple, she might lose more.

"But my sister..."

The girl's voice was choked and tears kept falling.

"You don't have to worry. The people at Qingfeng Temple are different from Ning Yuanbu. They will treat Xiaosheng well."

The old man comforted her, but his expression remained heavy.

The two were silent for a long time, and the room was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The girl's crying gradually subsided, leaving only low sobs, and the old man sighed silently.

"Child, if you have anything to tell Xiaosheng, you can come to me anytime."

The old man spoke softly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"it is good."

The girl nodded slightly, bowed, and turned to leave.

Her steps seemed a little heavy, as if she was carrying the weight of the whole world.

When the door closed, the girl's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the old man's sigh, echoing in the silent room.

Shu Wanwan, who was watching this scene, had a complicated expression and ripples in her heart.

She stood there quietly, trying to calm her emotions.

However, in the end she shook her head helplessly, realizing that she could never be neither happy nor sad.

Shu Wanwan took a deep breath, trying to put those complicated emotions behind her.

She sorted herself out, then turned to look at Dai Yan, who was lost in thought, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Dai Yan suddenly came back to her senses when she heard Shu Wanwan's words. She turned around, looked at Shu Wanwan, and said with a faint smile, "It's okay. This is one of the few good memories I have."

Seeing that Dai Yan seemed to have calmed down, Shu Wanwan didn't ask any more questions.

She knew that sometimes asking too many questions would make people fall into unpleasant memories.

So she quickly changed the subject so as not to remind Dai Yan of those unhappy things.

"But there is something I'm a little curious about." Shu Wanwan said softly.

"Hmm? What's the matter? Just ask." Dai Yan responded.

"Yuchi Xiaosheng went to Qingfeng Temple. Does that mean she is from the same sect as us?" Shu Wanwan asked curiously.

"Well, yes." Dai Yan nodded.

"But I have never heard of Yuchi Xiaosheng in my sect." Shu Wanwan frowned and said in confusion.

"Could she be my junior uncle?" Shu Wanwan continued to speculate.

"According to your family's rules, it seems that Qingfeng Temple should have female disciples in every class."

"That's not right. Master said that Grandpa Shu is the youngest in the sect, and I've never heard of any female disciples in that generation."

"I don't know about that either, because I've never been to Qingfeng Temple."

Dai Yan smiled as she looked at Shu Wanwan and answered her questions.

After hearing Dai Yan's words, Shu Wanwan thought to herself, "I always feel like I've seen her somewhere before. Is it just my illusion?"

"So what role does Yuchi Xiaosheng play in Qingfeng Temple?"

Shu Wanwan completely came out of her previous emotions and began to think wholeheartedly about Yuchi Xiaosheng's identity.

"Don't think about it, but for some things, maybe you will know the answer in a while."

Dai Yan waved her hand and the scene changed again.

This time, the scene shown is inside the Yuchi Mansion, a simple little courtyard with white linen hanging over the door.

One by one, the servants fell to the ground in the small courtyard, and it was obvious that a crushing fight had taken place.

The servant was unilaterally crushed.

"How is this going?"

Shu Wanwan asked in surprise.

Shu Wanwan looked at the servant who fell to the ground, and looked at Dai Yan with some confusion.

Before Dai Yan could answer, the voice of a servant attracted Shu Wanwan's attention.

One of the servants looked embarrassed and said to Han in the room, "Miss Daiyan, the master ordered us..."

"Go back and tell Ning Yuanbu that I will handle Aunt Yuxiang's funeral myself, so there's no need for him to interfere."

The voice of the young girl Dai Yan came from inside the house, cold and sharp, as if ice were exploding.

"Aunt Yuxiang...is she dead?"

Shu Wanwan looked at Dai Yan in shock.

However, the shock was short-lived, replaced by endless anger.

"Ning Yuanbu?"

Shu Wanwan said the name that made her extremely disgusted ever since it entered Dai Yan's memory.

"Ah."

Dai Yan just nodded slightly.

She led Shu Wanwan forward until they reached the door of the house, which was open.

There was a straw mat on the ground, covered with a white cloth, and under the white cloth was a body.

The girl Dai Yan knelt on the ground, next to the straw mat.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears were silently sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

At this time, the servant outside the door spoke again: "Miss Dai, the master asked us to send Yuxiang to the mass grave."

"..."

Inside the house, there was silence and no words.

It seemed that Dai Yan's silence gave the servant courage, so he shouted again.

"Miss Dai Yan..."

Shu Wanwan looked at everything in front of her, her heart filled with sadness.

"roll!"

The voice was cold and he gathered all his spiritual energy.

The servant who was shouting in the yard was so frightened that he felt a tearing pain all over his body.

The girl Dai Yan raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes, her eyes were already blood red, and then she continued to cry with her head down.

Seeing this, the servants in the yard were so scared that they crawled out of the yard.

Until the yard was empty, with only the people on the straw mat and the girl herself left, her crying became louder and louder, as if she wanted to vent all her pain.

Shu Wanwan stood quietly by the side. She could clearly feel the emotional changes of Dai Yan beside her.

She knew that any words were superfluous at this moment, and she could only accompany him silently.

As time passed, the girl's crying gradually subsided.

She wiped the tears from her face with her hands and slowly stood up.

The girl rubbed her way on the ground, getting closer to Aunt Yuxiang's body.

She gently lifted the white cloth, revealing Aunt Yuxiang's pale face.

The girl stretched out her trembling hand and stroked Aunt Yuxiang's face, her eyes full of grief and reluctance.