099 The Junior Sister's Story

In the elegantly simple attic, incense burned softly, the smoke curling upward in gentle layers. A faint scent of orchids mingled with the spring rain, lending a serene atmosphere.

The warm, moist air brought a slight sense of comfort amid the spring drizzle.

Outside Murong Qian’s chamber stood two pretty maids. Upon seeing Yun Feiyue arrive, one of them stepped forward.

“Miss Yun, please wait.”

“I’m looking for Grandfather.”

“But the Immortal Lord is resting and cannot be disturbed right now.”

Yun Feiyue frowned, then shouted loudly, “Grandfather, come out! I won’t leave until you do!”

Only then did a voice respond from inside, “Let her in.”

Receiving permission, Yun Feiyue stepped inside. “Grandfather, I have something to tell you.”

Murong Qian gave a soft hum, offering no detailed response. He quietly poured himself a cup of tea and began to sip it.

His slender fingers brushed lightly along the rim of the cup before lifting it elegantly to his lips—a movement that was almost beautiful to behold.

Yun Feiyue cleared her throat, forcing herself not to be distracted by Murong Qian’s poise.

“Grandfather, I want to ask, how much of what Xia Mu said is true?”

Murong Qian showed no surprise at her question. Instead, a faint smile blossomed across his refined face, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.

“What if I said it was all true?”

Yun Feiyue shook her head. “That wouldn’t change anything.”

Murong Qian chuckled softly. “Then so be it. If it doesn’t matter, why dwell on it? Right now, your memories contain neither me nor Xia Mu, only Mo Feiyuan, correct?”

Yun Feiyue nodded but offered no reply.

From Murong Qian’s tone, it seemed Xia Mu had spoken no falsehoods.

“But why…” she trailed off, struggling to understand why she had forgotten, why things had come to this point. There were too many loose threads she couldn’t connect.

If she truly had a connection with that junior sister, how could she be the Queen of the Casino? How could she be living in the twenty-first century?

The junior sister was sealed within the Reincarnation Mirror; it should have been impossible for their souls to be linked.

Then… where had the previous Yun Feiyue gone?

There were countless questions; Yun Feiyue felt utterly confused.

Murong Qian shook his head gently, pressing his lips together. Beneath that flawless visage, his eyes were clear and bright.

“Since you have chosen the present, do not look back. The past remains the past and cannot be returned to, not even a thousand years ago. Remember, back then you left your master and us without hesitation. Perhaps if it had been otherwise, things would have been different. The world would also lack the Immortal Lord Murong and the Ghost Lord.”

His words only made Yun Feiyue more agitated—as if a secret loomed just beyond her grasp, one she was on the verge of uncovering, yet suddenly wished to remain unknown.

Her heart wavered with contradiction.

She was afraid—afraid that knowing certain truths would shake her resolve.

When she first arrived in this world, she wanted so little. She only wished to live happily with little Mumu.

But as she learned more, her desires seemed to grow.

All these things were merely words spoken by others; she could choose to believe or not.

“Maybe you’re right. The past is the past, especially one I don’t remember. I can choose not to believe it,” Yun Feiyue said.

Murong Qian gave a soft hum, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Then don’t believe it. You’ve never been someone to live by others’ wills.”

“Could you tell me the story of the junior sister? I want to hear it,” Yun Feiyue asked with a smile.

Curiosity is a powerful thing. Even if the junior sister’s story had nothing to do with her, she wanted to understand the relationship between her grandfather and that junior sister.

Up to now, she had respected her grandfather.

Recollections were a long and winding tale.

Murong Qian pondered, sipping his tea. “There’s much to say. If you’ve chosen not to believe, why listen?”

“Because I’m nosy!” Yun Feiyue admitted without shame.

Murong Qian was momentarily taken aback, then smiled wryly. “The person you once were wasn’t like this.”

“That’s why I say I’m not her. I’m just curious about what happened between you two.”

And so, through Murong Qian’s narration, Yun Feiyue learned of bygone events—about Murong Qian, the junior sister, Xia Mu, and the Nine Gods.

A millennium ago, martial arts had yet to flourish; the path of immortals dominated.

That world was home to countless prodigies striving for divine ranks, none yet fully attained. Everyone sought to cultivate immortality.

Murong Qian, Xia Mu, and the junior sister were recognized as top candidates for divine status.

Yet fate rarely bends to will. Midway, an extraordinary talent appeared—the very one the junior sister loved.

“She had good taste!” Yun Feiyue teased with a smile.

Murong Qian’s expression darkened.

“If her taste had been truly good, she wouldn’t have ended up like that. That person was later betrayed by his own twin brother, and the junior sister and their child were consumed by the twin brother, becoming the Ninth God.”

For some reason, hearing this caused Yun Feiyue a strange pang of sorrow.

She cursed under her breath, “That twin brother is despicable. What happened next?”

The Ninth God grew excessively cruel and was sealed by the junior sister and their master at the cost of their lives, imprisoned for a thousand years.

The junior sister exhausted her spiritual energy and died.

The portrait of the chaste maiden in the Mo family was painted by that twin brother before his seal.

It seemed unrelated at first, but somehow it all felt like a circle closing back on itself.

Twin brothers, a child with a divine spirit—Yun Feiyue found tears streaming down her face without realizing it.

Those farewells and pains felt vivid, though she never truly lived them. Why did it hurt so deeply?

She didn’t understand.

After a long moment, she regained her composure and looked at Murong Qian. His face seemed suddenly familiar and warm again.

She felt as if she remembered something.

Murong Qian gently reached out, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Don’t cry. I’ve always hated seeing you cry. If things hadn’t been as they were, I wouldn’t have let you marry the man you shouldn’t have. Now…it’s the same. Like a fated cycle, impossible to break. In the past thousand years, I often wondered what would have happened if I had let you leave but refused to let you marry him. There’s never been an answer.”

“Until you appeared again and made the same choice. Nothing can stop the choices you make. Now, as your elder, I should treat you as such and protect you.”

Murong Qian smiled faintly—his beauty was like an ancient painting, distant yet close, untouchable and revered.

“After so long, why do you still remember?” Yun Feiyue asked impulsively.

Murong Qian seemed surprised by the question.

After a moment’s thought, he replied, “Because it’s the memory I least wish to forget in this lifetime. Everyone has something they cannot forget. Perhaps the junior sister’s unwillingness to forget is that person.”

Yun Feiyue nodded, unsure how to respond. No words could capture her feelings at that moment.

For a fleeting instant, she saw herself—herself long ago atop the Cloud Summit, laughing and playing with the gentle, handsome senior brother.

That feeling was distant yet deeply rooted in her heart.

She never imagined such a day would come.

She lightly pinched her wrist—the sharp pain reminded her this was no dream.

She was facing reality, a real world.

And the man before her was real, too.

Grandfather? Senior Brother?

Well, she admitted, she was confused.

“Ah, Grandfather,” she said awkwardly—calling him that felt strange, but she couldn’t bring herself to say otherwise.

“I’m leaving now.”

Murong Qian nodded, releasing the hand that had been wiping her tears. “Go then. Take good care of yourself. Even if you remember, don’t let your heart be disturbed.”

His words were gentle, and Yun Feiyue paused. Did he know she had begun to recall some things?

She had indeed remembered fragments.

Yet she still questioned the connection between the lover from a thousand years ago and the present Mo Feiyuan.

The Twin Brother of the Ninth God? What was his relation to Mo Feiyuan now?

It all felt far more complicated than she had thought.

That night, Yun Feiyue tossed and turned. Loud knocks echoed at the door.

Little Mumu rubbed his eyes. “Mother, it seems Murong Fenghua is outside.”

Yun Feiyue nodded. “Seems so. What would he be doing out at this hour?”

She rose and walked outside, spotting Mo Feiyuan by the door.

His face had looked unwell these past two days—perhaps troubled by too many worries. Yun Feiyue hadn’t paid him much mind.

She grasped Mo Feiyuan’s hand.

Murong Fenghua waved upon seeing Yun Feiyue. “Yun Feiyue.”

Yun Feiyue cocked her head, frowning. “What? Looking for me so late? Can’t stand to see our little family sleep peacefully?”

Her words made Murong Fenghua’s confident smile falter slightly, though he tried to maintain his composure.

“Ahem, that’s not what I meant. Someone’s causing trouble outside, waiting for you. Do you really plan to stay at the Murong residence indefinitely?”

His words immediately annoyed Yun Feiyue.

“What do you mean by me planning to stay here? It’s your old man who won’t let me leave!”

She muttered a few complaints, then snorted in dissatisfaction. “Enough. We’re not that close anyway. I’m too tired to chat. Just tell me—what’s so urgent at this hour?”

Murong Fenghua glanced at Mo Feiyuan, appearing hesitant.

Mo Feiyuan made no move to leave, standing protectively by Yun Feiyue.

He looked at Murong Fenghua coolly. “Speak plainly. Is there anything you can’t say?”

Murong Fenghua seemed embarrassed under the question.

His expression shifted before he spoke, “It’s not that I can’t speak, but if you don’t mind, I’d rather say it now.”

Yun Feiyue sighed in resignation. “Go ahead. Don’t tease me. Secrets aren’t worth much these days.”

Murong Fenghua finally said, “Many visitors have come to the Murong estate recently, mostly targeting your son and Mo Feiyuan. I think it’s time you left.”

It was a clear eviction order.

No wonder Yun Feiyue had always disliked this cousin—he was truly no good.

At this moment, Yun Feiyue held no favorable impression of him.

“Coming at this hour to say that? Cousin, are you out of your mind?” she glared.

Murong Fenghua felt uncomfortable under the stare, clearing his throat. “I can’t help it; visitors came at midnight.”

“Who?”

“People from your Yun family. You know the old man doesn’t like the Yun clan,” Murong Fenghua said shamelessly.

Yun Feiyue cursed him silently dozens of times before feeling a bit better.

“Who exactly?”

“Yun Hai.”

Yun Hai coming at such a late hour meant serious trouble.

He was known to enjoy life; he wouldn’t be out late unless the situation was dire.

When the two met, Yun Hai’s clothes bore bloodstains—he had clearly been in a fight.

“Second Brother, what’s going on?” Yun Feiyue frowned.

Yun Hai wiped sweat from his brow. “Several Yun family assets have suddenly encountered problems. We’re unsure if it’s sabotage.”

Yun Feiyue paused; sabotage seemed unlikely.

“Tell me everything slowly.”

“A few days ago, the young master of the Jun family, Jun Shaomo, was preparing to wed the third brother. Suddenly, Jun Qianyue, the second miss of the Jun family, had an episode—spoke nonsense and demanded to see you. We didn’t take it seriously. Then Yun family’s hot springs and several brothels collapsed suddenly. It’s said to be divine punishment.”

Divine punishment…

Those words struck Yun Feiyue.

She hurriedly asked, “Is everyone alright?”

“Many under Yun family died, but none were key figures, so don’t worry too much. The god involved… we still don’t know what it is. Jun Qianyue is gravely ill…”

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