"You just asked who I am. Now I'll answer you."
"I'm not only Zhao Shuning. I have another name. Oh, you should be quite familiar with it. I'm Ye Ling."
Ye Ling?
Ye Ling!
As soon as the young girl said this, Wang Cheng instantly felt that the look in this young girl's eyes was as creepy as Ye Ling's.
"You're lying. Ye Ling is already dead."
"How do you know she's dead? Did you bury her body?"
"Back then, we all checked. She had no sign of life at all. We couldn't even detect a trace of her pulse."
"Just like your daughter, right?"
Wang Cheng roared, "Wicked woman, stop feigning madness. What on earth did you do to my daughter?"
"What I did to her is exactly what you all did to me back then."
A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in Wang Cheng's heart.
"Did you kill her?"
"Yes, and—"
Zhao Shuning drew out her words, then continued, "And her body is gone without a trace. So don't even think about finding her corpse."
With a "bang", Wang Cheng's body crashed heavily into the door behind him.
"I don't believe it. Why did you kill her? You couldn't have killed her!"
Zhao Shuning sat steadily on the wall. She formed hand seals, and a surge of spiritual energy gushed out from her body.
Above the Wang Family Compound.
A dynamic picture slowly emerged.
It was the scene of Wang Xiling's death. In the compound, there were many servants and thugs. They watched the arrogant and domineering young miss, whose hands were stained with countless lives, struggle painfully before her death. After she breathed her last, her body was burned to ashes by the raging fire.
This scene was replayed again and again above the Wang Family Compound.
Looking back at the wall, the young girl who had killed Wang Xiling was looking at everyone with an innocent look on her face. Her feet were still swinging idly.
She had clearly killed someone, but how could her eyes be so innocent?
Wang Cheng clenched his fists tighter and tighter.
The veins on his hands and face bulged.
"You killed her. How dare you kill her!"
"Haha—This is really ridiculous. You can trample on others' lives like ants, but others can't repay you in your own way? What kind of world is this? Just because you're powerful, you're always right?"
"I'm going to kill you."
Zhao Shuning's expression darkened. The spiritual energy around her suddenly soared. Wang Cheng, who was lunging towards her, was blocked just inches away.
The tip of the sword was just one centimeter away from stabbing into Zhao Shuning's eye.
Even so, Zhao Shuning didn't even blink.
Instead, a faint smile slowly appeared on her face.
She placed her hand on the Qiankun Bag at her waist and whispered, "Come out."
A white tiger suddenly leaped out, and its body grew several feet in size.
The sudden appearance of the white tiger was accompanied by a deafening roar. Wang Cheng's body was shaken by the shockwave and he was forced to take a few steps back.
The tense spiritual energy finally relaxed.
"Wang Cheng, I'm no longer the Ye Ling of the past."
"Do you think I'd be so stupid as to come to your mansion and throw my life away?"
"Ye Ling, I'm going to kill you!"
At this moment, Wang Cheng had lost his mind. He channeled all his spiritual power and summoned a huge fierce beast in the shape of a Qiongqi.
"Kill me? Do you think you still have the qualification to do so now?"
Zhao Shuning waved her hand. Upon receiving the order, the white tiger pounced towards Wang Cheng.
The white tiger was a demonic beast close to a divine beast. Its abilities were comparable to An Susu's Chongming Bird. So it was quite difficult for Wang Cheng to deal with the white tiger.
Zhao Shuning clapped her hands and slowly stood up on the wall.
Looking down at the people on the ground from a high position, she slowly said, "You're all servants and thugs of the Wang Family. The evil deeds he has done have nothing to do with you. If you're willing to let me plant some spiritual energy in your spiritual roots, I won't wipe you all out today."
"This—"
"You should know what kind of person Wang Cheng is on a daily basis. You're more aware than I am of what kind of personality his daughter has. I'm not pushing you into a pit of fire. Instead, I'm saving you from a desperate situation."
"You can think it over."
"I'll give you three incense sticks' time."
After saying that, Zhao Shuning turned to look at Wang Cheng, who was struggling in a fierce battle with the white tiger.
He was so preoccupied that every time he wanted to attack Zhao Shuning, the white tiger would always step in front of him first.
"Ye Ling, if you have the guts, fight me face - to - face. Sending a beast to fight me. What kind of courage do you have?"
Zhao Shuning replied, "You're not even worthy of me taking action."
Zhao Shuning thought Wang Cheng's blood was dirty.
"You're not Ye Ling. Ye Ling wasn't as cowardly as you."
"Who said I'm Ye Ling? I'm Zhao Shuning. I came to you because you wanted to exterminate my Zhao Clan. I have evidence. I'm just here to seek justice. Cowardly? Even if I am a coward, what can you do to me?"
It's better to live humbly than to die bravely.
Did Wang Cheng think that after living for so many years and experiencing so many things, Zhao Shuning was still the same Empress Ye Ling who knew nothing back then, blindly trusted others, and couldn't resist provocation?
No, she wasn't that person anymore.
She knew how to be flexible. As long as she could survive, that was the best.
Only by surviving could she see hope.
Wang Cheng was ambitious but lacked the ability. He hadn't contracted a divine beast because he thought that all the demonic beasts he had found before were not worthy of his status.
A person could only have one contracted divine beast. He didn't want to be hasty about this for the rest of his life. However, he never expected that he would suffer such a great loss because of this today.
"Wang Cheng, how does it feel to lose your daughter?"
"She was innocent. How could you do such a thing to her?"
"Innocent? Have you forgotten about the Soul - Stealing Incense back then? Have you forgotten who was the culprit who blocked my flute with reed glue, preventing me from contacting my master? Who would have thought that a little girl of only four or five years old could do such a despicable thing?"
Back then, Wang Xiling was also an indirect murderer of Ye Ling.
Ye Ling wasn't a saint. She always avenged herself. She wouldn't soften her heart just because Wang Xiling shed a few tears before her death.
The people she had killed couldn't come back to life, and the mistakes she had made couldn't be overlooked.
Wang Xiling wanted Ye Ling to die, so how could Zhao Shuning let her live now?
Since she had done something wrong, she had to pay for her past mistakes. This was Wang Xiling's fate, the result she had to bear.
"You're really her!"
"How could you be her!"
"Since when did you know all this?"
When? It was at the moment when the red clothes fluttered and the snow fell, and her consciousness finally fell into chaos.
At that moment, Ye Ling saw the little girl under the high platform smiling. Her smile was so creepy and so smug.
In her hand, she was still holding the broken piece that locked the flute.
That person was Wang Xiling.