AWB Chapter 268 Going Home
Chapter 268 Going Home
Ye Qianqian looked at the bright red bloodstains on her hand, and her whole body trembled as if she were in a bone-chilling iceberg.
"No!" Ye Qianqian waved her hands in front of her unconsciously, as if trying to drive away the terrible scene in front of her. She staggered backward and lost her balance, her back hitting the tree hard.
She collapsed to the ground, covering her face with her hands, her eyes filled with terror.
There were still mottled bloodstains in front of her, and her robes and hands were covered in blood.
"I'm sorry, this isn't what I wanted to do." Ye Qianqian's shoulders trembled violently, her hands tightly covering her face, suppressed sobs escaping through her fingers. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground. Her body curled up into a ball, each cry accompanied by a sob, as if trying to release all the fear in her heart.
She saw that her hands were covered in blood.
She stared at her blood-stained hands, the crimson color like a demon's brand, deeply piercing her eyes.
Once, these hands harbored the dream of healing and saving lives, practicing suturing and knot-tying day and night, hoping to bring the dead back to life on the operating table.
But now, the bloody crimes have completely tainted it, and the past aspirations have shattered like bubbles.
Ye Qianqian knew that these hands would never again touch the sacred scalpel. Her path to becoming a doctor had been severed by her own hands, and the rest of her life would be spent wandering in regret and despair.
In a corner of my heart, a string that had been taut for eighteen years snapped.
The seven-year-old child wrote expectantly on a piece of white paper, "When I grow up, I want to be a doctor who saves lives." She carefully folded the paper, hid it in a metal box, and secretly buried it under a tree in the backyard, naively hoping that the little metal box would take root and sprout.
Now, she has personally uprooted the sapling that was about to bloom, using her blood to condemn her dream to an end.
Ye Qianqian's eyes were empty and blank, as if her soul had been ripped away by everything that had just happened.
“I told you, don’t resist me. Ye Qianqian, this is all your own fault.” Fusang’s voice was mocking, but He quickly calmed down and said, “There’s no need to be so desperate. I will magnanimously forgive your mistake this time.”
"You..." Ye Qianqian gritted her teeth and uttered a single word before being interrupted by Fusang.
Fusang's tone was icy: "Ye Qianqian, you just need to follow my orders, and I won't treat you unfairly. You'd better understand that whether you can return to your original world now depends entirely on me."
Ye Qianqian's words stopped on her lips, her eyes flashing with anger and helplessness, which finally turned into a resolute look.
She wants to go home; she can't stay in this world.
Her mother must still be waiting for her. Her house is empty; without her, only her mother is left.
Thinking of this, Ye Qianqian bit her lip tightly, her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms. As her emotions grew more intense, she increased the pressure on her hands until her skin was cut and blood slowly seeped out, staining her palms red.
She had to go home; someone was waiting for her.
"I understand, Lord Heavenly Dao. I will follow your instructions and there will be no more mistakes." Ye Qianqian lowered her head, suppressing the turbulent emotions in her heart.
"Good that you understand," Fusang said with satisfaction, disappearing from Ye Qianqian's consciousness.
"Host, let's go back to Qingyun Sect." The system's voice appeared again in Ye Qianqian's consciousness space.
"it is good."
Qingyun Sect, Yan Ze, Song Huai'an, Jiang Ci, Si Jinchuan, and Xie Wanning.
They are characters in the script of Heaven's Way, and they have nothing to do with Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian numbed herself, no longer caring about whether her actions were right or wrong.
In the days that followed, Ye Qianqian bullied Xie Wanning and even killed her time and time again.
Blood splattered on Ye Qianqian's face and clothes. She numbly wiped the blood off her body and said indifferently, "I need to change into new clothes."
Ten years, just ten years, and Ye Qianqian gradually forgot the ideas she once held dear, or rather, she lost her own ideas.
When Xie Wanning died in the Netherworld Prison, Ye Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile appearing on her lips.
Back at Qingyun Sect, they saw Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci looking on expectantly.
"Junior Sister, are you satisfied?" Jiang Ci looked at Ye Qianqian tenderly, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, I'm very satisfied," Ye Qianqian said with a light laugh.
Jiang Ci reached out to grab Ye Qianqian's hand, but Ye Qianqian quickly dodged it.
The smile on her lips vanished instantly, and she said coldly, "Jiang Ci, you're truly disgusting! Constantly tinkering with your poisons and Gu worms, I really don't want to see you."
Jiang Ci froze on the spot, staring at Ye Qianqian in disbelief. He took a step back uncontrollably, muttering to himself, "What did you say..."
Ye Qianqian merely smiled dismissively and refused to look at Jiang Ci again.
"Junior Sister, what's wrong?" Song Huai'an asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Ye Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Song Huai'an with disdain: "At least I'm much better than you, you ungrateful wretch who killed your own sister and senior sister."
Song Huai'an's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
Ye Qianqian left Qingyun Palace with light steps, only to encounter Si Jinchuan outside the palace.
"What? Are you angry? Si Jinchuan, don't blame me. You need to understand, you yourself stabbed Xie Wanning, who was completely unprepared for you." Ye Qianqian took a step back, avoiding Si Jinchuan's sharp blade.
"Shut up! Ye Qianqian, you're the one who caused that power in my body, aren't you?" Si Jinchuan said angrily, his arm holding the knife trembling slightly.
He used this very hand to point the knife at the person he loved most. But this was not his intention. If he could, he would rather be stabbed himself than harm Wan Ning.
"Think what you want," Ye Qianqian said nonchalantly.
The divine power within Si Jinchuan was laid down by the Heavenly Dao; it was that power that controlled Si Jinchuan's consciousness and actions, causing him to harm Xie Wanning. However, Ye Qianqian had no obligation to tell Si Jinchuan the truth.
"Ye Qianqian, I'm going to kill you." Si Jinchuan rushed towards Ye Qianqian, the sharp blade in his hand slicing through the air with a "whoosh" sound.
However, Ye Qianqian simply stood there calmly.
As the knife pierced her, Ye Qianqian instantly transformed into hundreds of golden butterflies, fluttering her wings and escaping from Si Jinchuan's side.
Seeing Si Jinchuan's shocked and angry face, Ye Qianqian's smile gradually faded.
These grudges and entanglements are no longer relevant to her.
And everyone in the cultivation world is a thing of the past.
She's going home now.
The golden butterfly flew high into the sky until it reached the realm of the gods.
Ye Qianqian calmly stood in front of Fusang and said, "Lord Heavenly Dao, I have killed Xie Wanning and completed all the tasks assigned by your script and system. Now, I want to go home."
Fusang nodded in satisfaction, then stretched out his hand, and a golden crystal ball appeared in Ye Qianqian's hand.
“Crush it, and you can go back,” Fusang said confidently.
Joy flashed in Ye Qianqian's eyes. She gripped the crystal ball tightly, her heart pounding.
"Crack!"
As the crystal ball shattered, Ye Qianqian felt her body float up.
Everything before her eyes gradually blurred, and the sounds around her changed. They were the familiar sounds of cars speeding by, the chaotic sounds of advertisements, and her mother's affectionate "Aying."
"Mom." Ye Qianqian opened her eyes with difficulty and found herself lying in a hospital bed.
Ye's mother stayed by her daughter's bedside the whole time, her face haggard, her eyes filled with exhaustion and worry. During this long wait, she didn't know how many times she had silently prayed.
As Ye Qianqian slowly opened her eyes, her mother froze, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. A few seconds later, tears welled up in her eyes, and she trembled as she reached out to gently stroke Ye Qianqian's cheek, her voice choked with sobs yet filled with joy: "Aying, you're finally back! Mom missed you so much..."
"Mom, I'm back," Ye Qianqian said weakly.
However, as Ye Qianqian reached out, her vision began to blur, and her eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton, making it impossible for her to open her eyes.
"mom!"
Ye Qianqian gasped in surprise, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. However, a force caused her consciousness to gradually dissipate and leave her body.
When Ye Qianqian opened her eyes again, she found herself still in the God Realm, with Fusang facing away from her.
Ye Qianqian looked at herself helplessly and asked in a panic, "What happened?"
Fusang turned around, toying with a ball of crimson flame in her hand, and chuckled, "Welcome back, Ye Qianqian."