Giving Birth But Not Raising, Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor? - Chapter 17 - Chapter 17 – Twin Sisters—Birth Mother’s Disciples

Under the night sky, a figure cloaked in a black robe and hood silently left Duke Wuyou’s mansion.

“Hoo.”

Only when she reached the outskirts of the city did the old woman, the ghost tamer, finally remove her hood and let out a deep sigh of relief.

The assassination had failed. Duke Wuyou, in a rage, nearly had her killed on the spot. Fortunately, after recalling the many underhanded deeds she had done for him over the years, he spared her life with a raised hand.

The old woman walked slowly, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and deep confusion.

Even now, she couldn’t understand why the assassination of a mere Golden Core boy had failed, especially when it had cost her a phantom wraith.

Her old eyes filled with pain as she thought of the loss of Xiao Hong, the phantom wraith with immense potential that she had cherished.

This mission had truly been cursed from the start.

Her face darkened as she walked, scolding internally and feeling deeply frustrated.

Suddenly, her vision spun!

In the sky above, a hazy, ethereal figure suddenly appeared and slowly descended.

With flowing black hair and a Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, the figure had an elegant demeanor and an otherworldly beauty. It was none other than Dongfang Yuqing.

The old woman forced herself to steady her mind, her gaze fixed on the descending figure. Her expression turned grave.

Although she had sensed no fluctuations of spiritual energy around Dongfang Yuqing, a deep sense of threat filled her heart, making her tremble slightly.

“Who are you?” the old woman asked cautiously, stepping back two paces.

Dongfang Yuqing glanced at her coldly, her gaze like a frozen river, sending chills down the old woman’s spine as she spoke:

“Dongfang Yuqing.”

At that moment, the old woman froze, waves of shock crashing within her heart.

Dongfang Yuqing, the Daoist Supreme, was a name known throughout the Eastern Province. Everyone knew her.

Now, she had appeared and stopped her, a small figure—why?

The question churned inside her, but she dared not show it. She immediately lowered her posture, cupped her fists in a show of deep respect, and greeted:

“This old woman greets Daoist Supreme Dongfang.”

“May I ask why Senior graces this place with your presence?”

Dongfang Yuqing’s gaze lowered ever so slightly. Her voice was glacial: “You’d better start thinking about whether you’re going to survive today.”

Upon hearing this, cold sweat immediately began to drip down the old woman’s forehead.

She vaguely sensed that she had offended an existence that could not be trifled with.

Thud!

The old woman, trembling in fear, immediately fell to her knees, kowtowing repeatedly, her voice filled with despair.

“Master, please spare me!”

“I didn’t know what I did to offend you, I beg you, please be merciful!”

“Please forgive me! I will give up everything I have, just spare my life!”

Dongfang Yuqing stared indifferently at her, her glass-like eyes gleaming with a cold light, unmoved.

“Kneeling won’t help. I didn’t expect you, an old woman, to have killed so many children and refined them into phantom wraiths to control.”

“Such despicable acts are intolerable by heaven and earth.”

Before she could finish speaking, Dongfang Yuqing lightly pointed forward, and a brilliant stream of light shot out from her pale fingers!

The old woman looked up in panic, her eyes filled with terror. As she tried to rise and flee, the light was already upon her, engulfing her whole body.

With a piercing scream, the old woman’s body was instantly destroyed, completely vanishing into ashes!

…

Time passed quickly, and the seasons changed.

Ten years later, Ye Lingyun had finally grown into an adult.

In the capital of Chu Empire, Bailu Academy. After his coming-of-age ceremony, Ye Lingyun was sent to study here by Empress Chu Xi.

Bailu Academy was well-known throughout the Nine Provinces, often compared to the Confucian Temple, and it was regarded as a sacred place for Confucianism. Its headquarters were located in Central Province.

The Bailu Academy in the Chu Empire’s capital was its branch.

Such branches were spread throughout the various provinces. While they educated students, they also had the responsibility of selecting outstanding talents for the academy’s headquarters.

In the clean, bright hall of the academy, Ye Lingyun sat cross-legged, holding a book in his hands and reading intently.

At eighteen years old, the childishness had faded from his face. His features were sharp and deep, his eyes like bright stars, containing a hidden divine light. His eyebrows were slightly arched, giving him an appearance of youthful vigor and elegance.

He stood tall and upright, exuding an aura of vigor with every movement.

Such a young and gallant figure was naturally well-liked at the academy.

As Ye Lingyun was immersed in his book, a girl in a red dress stood before him.

The girl had delicate features, her beauty enhanced by an air of cold aloofness. She stood with her hands on her hips, staring at him and asking, “Ye Tian, have you finished the assignments the teacher gave?”

Ye Lingyun lifted his gaze from the book, slightly furrowing his brows before answering in a calm tone, “No.”

This red-dressed girl was named Liu Ruohong, the class monitor. She frequently hounded Ye Lingyun over his studies—something that had long since exasperated him.

Seeing his nonchalance, Liu Ruohong couldn’t help but frown slightly and said, “The teacher has already been urging you.”

Ye Lingyun merely smiled faintly.

“No rush, no rush.”

At this, Liu Ruohong rolled her eyes at him helplessly.

“Please, I’m getting used to being the one to urge you.”

Before they could continue their conversation, a fragrant scent suddenly reached Ye Lingyun’s nose, and a lithe figure swiftly appeared beside him, sitting down next to him without ceremony.

The newcomer was a lively and cute girl with bright eyes and a white, smooth complexion. She had a mischievous spirit, her face full of a playful smile. Her features were identical to Liu Ruohong’s, clearly indicating they were twins.

This girl was Liu Ruoxue, lively, cheerful, and playful, completely different from her sister Liu Ruohong’s aloof and noble demeanor.

Liu Ruohong glanced at her sister and then said to Ye Lingyun in a somewhat exasperated tone, “Quickly finish your work.”

Before Ye Lingyun could reply, Liu Ruoxue opened her mouth first. She wrapped herself around his arm affectionately and whined to her sister: “Big sister, why are you being so fierce? Brother Ye Tian just doesn’t want to do homework—what’s so wrong with that?”

Liu Ruohong looked like she wanted to bury her face in her hands and sigh. This sister of mine…

Liu Ruoxue grinned cheekily, then turned and gently said to Ye Lingyun: “Brother Ye Tian, let me help you with it~”

Liu Ruohong’s eye twitched. She sighed and muttered helplessly: “You… You’re such a shameless simp. Next time, don’t say you’re my sister in public. And definitely don’t mention who our master is, or you’ll embarrass her too.”

But Liu Ruoxue didn’t care at all. She stuck out her tongue at her sister playfully.

“Pfft~ We look exactly the same—no one needs to be told.”

The two sisters bickered, leaving Ye Lingyun laughing silently. Seizing the opportunity, he asked Liu Ruoxue, “By the way, who is your master?”

Having spent some time together, Ye Lingyun still hadn’t figured out where these two girls came from.

Liu Ruoxue leaned in close to his ear and whispered mysteriously, “Brother Ye Tian, actually, we’re direct disciples of Elder Qin Yao from the Yaochi Holy Land. Since it’s close to Great Chu, we came here to study.”

“Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyun’s expression became strange.

Qin Yao… wasn’t she his own mother?

So these two girls were his mother’s disciples?

Had I known this earlier, I would’ve kept my distance.

Ye Lingyun thought.