TSFLIP Chapter 415

Suddenly, the winds howled, and dark clouds churned as the sky changed color. As Yi Mu uttered the final incantation, he unsheathed the Hanyuan Sword, its red tassel swaying, and swung it through the air.

A massive black formation appeared beneath everyone’s feet. From within the formation, countless chains emerged, binding Fang Yue in place. His expression turned ice-cold.

“Yi Mu, how many people are you planning to kill?”

The disciples who could still move hurriedly retreated beyond the formation’s boundary. Those too injured to flee lay sprawled on the ground, crying out in disbelief:

“Master!”

Yet, as disciples of the Xuan Sect, how could they not recognize this forbidden array?

It was a curse that opened the gates of the Ghost Realm.

Once the gate was opened, it would devour every living soul in its vicinity—whether they were demons or immortals, it made no difference. The Ghost Realm was a place only the dead could enter.

And those who entered… had never been known to return alive.

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Mu Ning groggily regained consciousness. Holding her throbbing head, she stood up, still dazed. She couldn’t understand why everyone was fighting or how she had gotten injured.

Before she could fully grasp the situation, a senior disciple grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the formation.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Feng Guang, leaning against the wall, walking in the opposite direction—toward the battle.

In that instant, everything came rushing back to her.

Her face turned pale with shock, and she violently struggled against the grip on her wrist, trembling as she screamed in despair:

“Don’t go! You’ll die!”

“Junior Sister, don’t concern yourself with them.”

Mu Ning recognized the voice—it was her senior brother, the same man who had always looked after her like family.

She used to think her senior brothers were all good people.

Now, she found them utterly disgusting.

—

Perhaps Feng Guang had heard Mu Ning’s desperate cries.

Or perhaps… she hadn’t.

No one tried to stop her.

Inside the formation, Fang Yue had already broken free from the chains, but the barrier surrounding the array prevented him from escaping. He ignored the desperate pleas of the people around him—until he saw Feng Guang walking toward him.

His heart clenched with fear.

“Feng Guang, don’t come any closer!”

But she ignored him.

The moment she touched the dark barrier, she was instantly sucked inside, falling straight into his arms.

—

Yi Mu had exhausted his entire cultivation to cast this forbidden curse. Centuries of effort had turned to dust, but so what?

The world would remember his name.

He was the one who, wielding the Hanyuan Sword, had slain the great traitor who had betrayed his master and threatened the world.

He gazed at Feng Guang with pity.

“My lady, why throw away your life for this traitor?”

Lying in Fang Yue’s arms, Feng Guang smiled elegantly before calmly saying four words:

“None of your business.”

Yi Mu’s face darkened.

—

Fang Yue clutched her limp body tightly, gripping her wrist as if to anchor her to him.

Gone was his usual refined demeanor.

Now, his voice trembled with fury.

“Why did you come in?! Do you even know what a Ghost Gate Curse is?!”

Feng Guang didn’t seem to register his anger.

Instead, she chuckled and leaned in slightly, her voice soft and teasing.

“Fang Yue… I’ll tell you a secret.”

His body tensed.

“The Heaven and Earth Mourning Curse is forbidden magic. Master never allowed me to learn it. I never actually knew how to use it.”

She smiled, her tone light and playful.

“At Mingyin Temple, I was just bluffing to get them to let you go.”

Fang Yue’s breath caught.

“…I know.”

He slowly raised a hand and gently cupped her face.

From the moment she had stepped into the formation, he had been consumed by an overwhelming sense of despair.

A despair… far worse than the fear of his death.