TSFLIP Chapter 225

“Why?” Guan Yueyue sobbed as she questioned Qingyu, “Junior Brother, why did you help her?”

Guan Yueyue, renowned as the “Healer of Poison,” prided herself on her unparalleled mastery of toxicology. She could detect almost any poison quickly—except for the one Qingyu had slipped into her medicine for treating her heart ailment. It didn’t take long for her to realize that Qingyu had mixed a sedative into the remedy. She also understood now why he had clung to her after the wedding banquet, refusing to let her leave the valley.

Facing her accusations, Qingyu remained silent, his expression unnervingly cold.

Feng Guang chuckled and said, “Don’t blame Qingyu. He did nothing wrong. Tell me, what’s so wrong about avenging his deceased loved ones?”

Guan Yueyue’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Qingyu… you… you knew all along?”

“Senior Sister,” Qingyu said with icy indifference, “you’ve known for a long time that Yi Wushang is Nangong Li, haven’t you?”

“I…” Guan Yueyue struggled to respond. She knew Nangong Li had countless lives on his hands. She had hoped that as long as Qingyu never discovered Yi Wushang’s true identity, things could continue moving in a better direction.

Qingyu’s desire for revenge wasn’t wrong. The mistake lay in her crossing paths with Nangong Li. But even so… she didn’t regret it.

Tears streaming, Guan Yueyue choked out, “Qingyu, I’ve wronged you.”

Qingyu said nothing.

Feng Guang spoke softly, her tone laced with malice. “Seventy-one lives from the Wen family. One hundred thirty-four lives from Zhejian Tower. And your own Guan family—sixty-one lives. Yueyue, do you think it’s too merciful to let your beloved die just once?”

“Xia Feng Guang!” Nangong Li, already weakened, managed to call out her name sharply in a warning.

Feng Guang only smiled. “Why so agitated? These are your deeds. Are you afraid of them being exposed?”

Guan Yueyue froze, her voice trembling. “You… you said sixty-one lives from the Guan family?”

“That’s right. The reason you’re an orphan is because Nangong Li slaughtered your entire family.”

“Nangong Li…” Guan Yueyue stared at him in shock. “Is it true? Is what she said true?”

The metallic taste of blood rose in Nangong Li’s throat. He looked at Guan Yueyue, his gaze conflicted, unable to confirm or deny it. Veins bulged on his forehead as he struggled to suppress his emotions.

Guan Yueyue suddenly felt an unbearable weight in her chest. Though she had transmigrated into this world and had little attachment to her so-called family, just hearing the word “family” made it impossible for her to brush this off as nothing.

Unlike her sorrow, Feng Guang was delighted, laughing openly. “He’s the Demon Sect’s leader. Isn’t killing people just part of his nature? What’s there to be surprised about?”

Nangong Li wasn’t afraid of death, nor pain. His only fear was Guan Yueyue leaving him. In his weakened state, he pleaded, “Yueyue, listen to me… I had no choice. Fifteen years ago, my master—the former sect leader—ordered the massacre of the Guan family. I… I couldn’t disobey.”

Once so confident and proud, he now spoke with the humblest tone, his pride shattered.

Feng Guang clicked her tongue and shook her head mockingly. “Your master may have given the order, but you were the executioner, weren’t you? Yueyue, just imagine—fifteen years ago, it was Nangong Li holding the blade, plunging it into the bodies of your birth parents. How does that make you feel?”

She deliberately emphasized the words birth parents, and the light in Guan Yueyue’s eyes dimmed instantly.

“Xia Feng Guang, shut up!” Nangong Li forced himself to his feet with great effort. “You believe I killed the people of Zhejian Tower, and you’ve come for revenge. But have you ever stopped to ask why I would have slaughtered them?”

Indeed, Zhejian Tower’s existence gave Yi Wushang, Nangong Li’s assumed identity, significant leverage in the martial arts world. Why, then, would he suddenly decide to annihilate them?