Chapter 181: Sowing Discord

Chapter 181: Sowing Discord

Not far from Qin Xuan, Saint Son Chen Fan, who was lying in ambush behind an icy Peak, had been keeping a close eye on the two of them since a day ago.

He had never dreamed that Qin Xuan was actually still alive.

Not only was he alive, but he was also incredibly intimate with Wu Bingqing, who had lost her memory after entering Reincarnation.

This made his eyes turn red with jealousy.

He was so consumed by hatred that he nearly ground his back teeth to pieces.

This was treatment he should have been enjoying, but now, Qin Xuan had beaten him to it.

How could he not be furious?

In Saint Son Chen Fan's eyes, killing intent surged, and within his chest, fury raged.

He guessed that Qin Xuan had most likely struck dumb luck. The Saint King Realm expert dispatched by the Third Prince must have fought a fierce battle with the demonized Wu Bingqing, exhausting her so much that she entered Reincarnation prematurely.

Otherwise, how could there be absolutely no word from that Saint King Realm expert?

If Qin Xuan really had the ability to slay a Saint King Realm expert, he wouldn't have let the heavily injured Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak hold off those Saint Kings back outside!

In the end, it was all because the demonized Wu Bingqing had gone on a killing spree, resulting in the tragic death of the Third Prince's Saint King Realm guard while she herself was forced into Reincarnation.

This was the only reason Qin Xuan had managed to reap such a massive bargain!

However, now that he had come looking, he would definitely rewrite this situation!

He had kept watch for such a long time just to wait for Wu Bingqing to go out, so he would have an opportunity to make contact.

As long as he could be alone with Wu Bingqing, based on his past understanding of her...

He would surely be able to catch up from behind and secure a firm, dominant place in Wu Bingqing's heart!

Taking Wu Bingqing for himself was, in his eyes, as easy as pie.

"Qin Xuan, your dumb luck ends here!"

Saint Son Chen Fan stared coldly at Qin Xuan by the campfire. Seeing that Qin Xuan had forced Wu Bingqing to go out, a playful, sinister smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He then turned into a streak of light and pursued the direction in which Wu Bingqing had disappeared.

By the campfire, Qin Xuan's face was cast in flickering shadows by the firelight as he leisurely savored the leg meat of the Ice Beast.

Inside the ancient prison-suppressing tower, Leng Li asked curiously, "You knew that guy named Saint Son Chen Fan was tailing us, yet you deliberately let Wu Bingqing leave you at this time. What, are you planning to test whether Wu Bingqing is loyal to you in her heart?"

Qin Xuan shook his head.

Did Wu Bingqing even need to be tested?

Hadn't her actions already clearly shown her inner thoughts?

Would a peerless, ominous deity like her pretend to be dependent on him?

That was pure nonsense.

Leng Li was puzzled. "Then what do you mean?"

Qin Xuan smiled and asked in response, "Haven't you noticed over the past few days that Wu Bingqing is deliberately resisting the elevation of her Realm and intentionally resisting the recovery of her memories?"

Leng Li pondered for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Perhaps the time she spent with you brought her a sense of relaxation and warmth she had never experienced in her past. It is only reasonable for her to hate those facts that make others fear and loathe her, and choose to escape them."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said, "You deliberately sent Wu Bingqing away just to give Saint Son Chen Fan a chance to be alone with her, forcing her to recover her memories and return her cultivation to its Peak?"

Qin Xuan nodded and said slowly, "That's one of the reasons."

...

On the other side, Wu Bingqing's black skirt fluttered gracefully amidst the pack of Ice Beasts. With a single sweep, dozens of Ice Beasts collapsed behind her, completely devoid of life.

Hiss— Hiss—

Accompanied by a piercing hissing sound, a streak of silver light shot toward her.

Just as the sneak attack on Wu Bingqing's back was about to succeed, a flash of saber light flickered and vanished.

A silver snake of the Heavenly Human Realm was severed into two pieces behind Wu Bingqing, still writhing continuously on the ice.

Saint Son Chen Fan raised his foot, crushing the silver snake into bloody pulp. Squeezing out a warm smile as best as he could, he stared at Wu Bingqing and said, "What a coincidence. We meet again."

Wu Bingqing's clear eyes were filled with cold indifference, and she coldly turned around to leave.

Saint Son Chen Fan quickly stepped forward, spreading his arms to block her path, and said with a smile, "I just solved a problem for you, and I don't even get a thank you?"

Wu Bingqing said with a stiff face, "I don't know you. And even if you hadn't stepped in, that silver snake wouldn't have been able to hurt me."

Saint Son Chen Fan said with a bitter look, "I naturally know how powerful you are, but aren't you suffering from memory loss right now? Your Realm is only at the seventh level of the Heavenly Human Realm. I was worried you might get hurt."

"My name is Saint Son Chen Fan. I come from the same Mingyue Dynasty as you. Back then, we even attended a banquet together in Her Majesty the Empress's palace. Have you forgotten?"

Wu Bingqing furrowed her brows, thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "I don't remember."

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me. But have you forgotten even Qin Xuan?" Saint Son Chen Fan spoke probing-ly, watching Wu Bingqing's reaction closely.

Since Wu Bingqing couldn't remember him, forcing the issue wouldn't work.

It would be better to make Wu Bingqing stay away from Qin Xuan first, which would give him an opportunity to slip in.

Wu Bingqing's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. "Of course I know Qin Xuan. He and I are very close. What is your relationship with him?"

Within her mind, there was a needle-like, stabbing pain.

Fragmented memories were forcibly breaking through the Seal.

Many of her memories were waking up.

This was a situation she did not want to see. She deeply disliked the Saint Son Chen Fan before her, as he reminded her of many past events that made her uncomfortable.

Saint Son Chen Fan slashed down an Ice Beast with his saber, kicking its massive body tens of thousands of feet away, and said bluntly, "What my relationship with him is doesn't matter. What matters is what your past relationship with him was."

"Have you forgotten how in the Jade Pool, Qin Xuan used the ancient prison-suppressing tower to suppress and kill the Saint of your Butian Holy Land?"

"Do you still remember how, before the entrance to the Land of Fallen Emperors, Qin Xuan caused your Butian Holy Land to lose hundreds of Prodigies, and even engaged in a life-and-death struggle against you with a quasi-emperor artifact?"

"And before this, after entering this Endless Ice Cave, your Soul-Devouring Body went out of control, causing a bloody slaughter. You targeted Qin Xuan and fought him to the death. Wasn't it Qin Xuan who shattered all the joints of your limbs?"

"You and he are enemies with a blood feud. How can you be close with him?"

"He is only getting close to you to kill you!"

Wu Bingqing cried out in angry refutation, "Nonsense! How could Qin Xuan harm me? If he wanted to kill me, I would have died countless times already!"

When she was only in the Supernatural Realm earlier, it would have been as easy as turning over a hand for Qin Xuan to kill her.

Even now, he could easily suppress and kill her.

Yet not only did Qin Xuan not harm her, he even helped her suppress the Soul-Devouring Body and used the Pure Phoenix Flame to burn away the evil thoughts of those remnant souls for her.

He had even returned the domain-suppressing cauldron, which was as precious as a quasi-emperor artifact, to her.

The guy in front of her was clearly talking utter nonsense.

Within her mind, the chaotic and fragmented memories were still reviving.

The pain forced her to clutch her head with both hands, gritting her teeth as she silently endured it.

Sweat droplets as large as beans fell pattering down from her forehead.

Seeing this, Saint Son Chen Fan knew full well that Wu Bingqing's memories were returning. He said earnestly, "Whether what I said is true or false, you should already have a measure in your heart. Qin Xuan is not a good person. Even if he hasn't acted now, it doesn't mean he won't in the future. You are still alive only because, in Qin Xuan's eyes, you still have value to be exploited!"

"Shut up!"

Wu Bingqing supported her head, which felt as if it were about to explode, with one hand. Pointing her sword directly at Saint Son Chen Fan's face, she barked angrily, "Shut up! I don't want to hear another word from you! Even if Qin Xuan wants to exploit me, I am completely willing! I don't need you here to remind me!"

She pointed her sword toward the distance and shouted furiously, "Get lost! Get the hell away from me!"