Chapter 140.1 : Overcome with Shame (Part 1)
At that very moment, Yuan Jue sensed a faint stir within the diary replica bound to her, resonating inside her mind.
After forcing her two opponents back, Yuan Jue subconsciously checked the contents of the diary replica.
But the instant she saw what was written there, her pupils shrank violently, and disbelief spread across her face.
'He is actually… in Tianyuan City right now?!'
A surge of wild joy rose in Yuan Jue's heart. Toward the diary's owner, Chu Ge, her feelings were exceedingly complex.
First came gratitude—after all, the diary replica had granted her an opportunity nothing short of a rebirth.
Second was admiration, for the diary replica existed precisely because of Chu Ge, its owner.
And someone capable of possessing such a mighty, unfathomable diary was surely even more extraordinary, even more divine.
Lastly, there was an emotion she could neither clearly describe nor fully understand.
Though she had never met Chu Ge, reading his diary updates had long since become a daily habit for Yuan Jue.
To someone like her, who had already lost all family and kin, Chu Ge was like the final unseen bond anchoring her to this world.
Even if he had no idea she existed, in Yuan Jue's heart, Chu Ge had long since become her sole remaining emotional support.
"I'll spare your dog life today!"
Checking the diary did not require her full concentration.
Thus, after finishing its contents, Yuan Jue coldly tossed out those words and prepared to leave.
Today's operation had already failed; staying any longer would only be futile.
What was more, she now had something far more important to do—someone far more important to meet.
At the thought that she might soon see the diary's owner, the one who had given her a grace tantamount to remaking her very being, even Yuan Jue—who had gradually sealed off her heart over the years—could not help but feel ripples spreading across the lake of her emotions.
'What kind of person is he?
What should I say when I meet him?
Will I scare him, looking like this?
Should I change into another set of clothes before going to find him…?'
Once her thoughts began to wander, they could no longer be restrained.
Her heart had already flown far away—to Chu Ge, whom she had yet to even glimpse.
But more often than not, reality ran contrary to one's wishes.
Just as Yuan Jue was about to leave, Lin Kang was having none of it.
"Trying to leave? Do you think my City Lord's Manor is a marketplace—come when you want, go when you please?!"
"Everyone, together! Capture this Yuan clan remnant!"
With a sweeping gesture of Lin Kang's hand, three Fourth-Heaven cultivators closed in on Yuan Jue from three different directions.
Behind her as well, more than a dozen Third-Heaven cultivators blocked her path of retreat.
Though these people were no more than one or two sword strikes to Yuan Jue, they would inevitably slow her down.
'Looks like I can only use that move…'
Gritting her teeth, Yuan Jue was just about to unleash her trump card.
But at that very moment, a clear, resonant voice rang out across the field.
"This late at night, things are quite lively."
At the sound of the voice, the Fourth-Heaven cultivators advancing on Yuan Jue paused in their tracks.
They looked around warily, suspicion written across their faces, yet saw no one.
Lin Kang's expression darkened as well.
"Who's playing tricks here?!"
"Get out here, now!" he roared, even as he secretly prepared to send out a message.
"Interesting."
The voice sounded again—this time, from above.
Everyone looked up, only to see a young man standing quietly in midair, his arms folded as he gazed down at the scene below.
He wore a moon-white brocade robe that fluttered in the wind, as though carrying with it the gentle radiance of moonlight itself.
His sword-like brows slanted sharply into his temples, and his eyes were deep as a secluded abyss—within their darkness, stars seemed to glimmer faintly, exuding an aura of boundless mystery and profundity.