Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 443 A Love Tribulation
"For you, I used half a year's savings to travel across the ocean to see you."

Ding'an stood there, stunned, when this song suddenly came to mind.

On the way to Tianshan, Ren Shaoyang kept humming songs in his ear.

For some reason, Ding'an, who was usually slow to react, suddenly felt his heart sinking into an abyss.

He stammered, "Sister, I... I missed you, so I came to see you."

After these words were spoken, the other side remained silent.

Ding'an disliked, and even feared, this silence. He looked up and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Because all he saw was Yan Ying's indifferent face.

This peerless face, reflected in the shimmering water, appeared mottled and dark.

Swish~!

Two figures, one in white and one in red, appeared on the rooftop, one in front of the other, like wisps of smoke.

Ren Shaoyang brushed aside the tiles, revealing a large hole. The two of them crouched down and crawled inside. The tiles quietly closed behind them, and they squatted on the roof beam, where they could see everything below.

Hongxiu, without any hesitation, craned her neck to look around and couldn't help but gasp: "Wow, it's huge!"

"Yes, she's amazing!" Ren Shaoyang nodded. "No wonder she's completely bewitched Ding An." He clicked his tongue, then changed the subject, "Unfortunately, this woman doesn't seem like a good person!"

"Really?" Hongxiu covered her mouth and chuckled, like a little kitten: "What about Luo Xian?"

"She...she's different."

"boom!"

The little beggar gave him an elbow.

Ren Shaoyang's face was filled with a chaotic mix of white and black mist, and he huddled behind the roof beam, not daring to move an inch.

The little beggar snorted and continued looking down.

After a long while, Yan Ying sighed softly and said, "Ding'an, I know you have your sister in your heart and miss me very much." She looked up and her gaze fell on Ding'an's face. "I suppose you haven't slept well at all these days?"

Upon hearing this, Ding'an felt a warmth in her heart and quickly said, "Sister, I... I think about you every day and can't sleep. I can't forget you." As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Yan Ying was displeased when she heard his northern accent, but she remained gentle and tender on the surface.

wow~
Ding An looked up and saw a blinding white light. The exaggerated, full curve of the light made his face turn red instantly. He quickly looked down, but his eyes couldn't help but keep glancing at the light.

The summer sun shone through the window into the room and fell on Yan Ying's face.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, with exquisite features and a face as delicate as a lotus flower; it seemed as if even a single tear would break her cheeks.

However, the next moment, Yan Ying put on her clothes, covering up her beautiful spring scenery.

Ding'an felt inexplicably lost and couldn't help but sigh.

"Haven't you looked enough after all that?" Yan Ying said with a smile, "You little pervert?"

"No, no, no!" Ding An waved his hands frantically, almost in a blur, and said in a panic, "I've seen enough, I've seen enough!"

Yan Ying asked coquettishly, "Really?"

Ding An was stunned for a moment, then said somewhat ashamedly, "No, I haven't seen enough."

Yan Ying walked barefoot to Ding An's side, took his prosthetic hand, looked him over carefully, and said with a soft, coquettish laugh, "You always stutter when you speak, you're not assertive at all, how can you conquer a woman?"

She took another deep look at Ding An's face, especially his disheveled hair and stubble.

A flash of disgust crossed her eyes.

At this moment, Ding'an's image really resembles someone she never wanted to think about in her entire life.

Nie Renwang!
Thinking of Nie Renwang, Yan Ying gripped the prosthetic hand even tighter, as if she wanted to crush it.

This is the resentment she has hidden in her heart, a resentment from many years ago!
She loved Nie Renwang for his bravery and extraordinary skills, and admired him as the leader of all swordsmen. Who would have thought that after they married, this good-for-nothing Nie Renwang would retire from the world and retire to his hometown!

Yan Ying, the most beautiful woman in the land, should have married the greatest swordsman and lived a life of wealth and luxury. Why, then, was she reduced to an ordinary village woman, spending her days with cooking pots and brooms? And in the end, her face was even stained by firewood?
I am filled with indignation.
Ding An coughed twice, cleared his throat, and chuckled, "Sister, I'm like a fool when I see you, hehe."

As expected, he's just as useless as Nie Renwang.
Yan Ying's disdain grew stronger, but she appeared even more delicate on the surface, and said softly, "Little brother, I'm so happy that you could come to see your sister." She reached out and gently stroked his face, "I'm really happy."

Ding'an blushed; all her previous unease and fear vanished in that moment with tenderness.

Just as he mustered the courage to grab Yan Ying's hand that was stroking his cheek, his face suddenly felt empty, and then he was pushed against his chest.

Ding'an suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Yan Ying took two steps back and said softly, "However, in public, I am Jue Wushen's wife and Jue Tian's mother! In private, I have always regarded you as my own younger brother."

"Younger brother?" Ding'an was taken aback. "In the desert?"

Yan Ying said, "Let's treat our past in the desert as a spring dream. It's time to wake up now, isn't it?"

"But, but I don't want to, I don't want to wake up."

Yan Ying shook her head and smiled, "Little brother, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending not to understand?"

Ding An said, "I, I..."

Yan Ying's smile vanished, and she said coldly, "Ding An, I'm not a little girl anymore. I know you like me, and to be honest, I like you too."

Ding An was overjoyed: "Really?!"

"real."

Yan Ying tilted her head and smiled gently, "It's true that I like you, but it's also true that I don't want to be bothered by you."

After saying that, neither of them spoke again.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

The young beggar nudged Ren Shaoyang and asked, "What does she mean by that?"

Ren Shaoyang shrugged: "She's lying."

"Which sentence?"

"first sentence."

The little beggar suddenly realized: "Oh~ I understand! 'Liking' isn't the real thing; not wanting to be disturbed is!"

Ding An looked into Yan Ying's bright eyes and felt a tremor in his heart. He felt that this smile was so unfamiliar, just like the one he had seen in the desert.

Looking at it now, it has a completely different meaning.

He forced himself to remain calm: "Can't we be together if we like each other? If you follow Jue Wushen, you'll definitely have no future, it might even be very tragic." Yan Ying looked at him coldly and said, "Are you done?"

"Yes Yes."

"Then let me say a few words."

Yan Ying's expression grew increasingly cold, yet her voice was unusually gentle, "Today, Jue Wushen will become the supreme ruler of the Central Plains, and I, her elder sister, will be the most honored woman in the world!"

Yan Ying opened her delicate phoenix eyes halfway and looked at the face that resembled her son so much. She forced out a smile, which looked rather stiff.

"Why should I give up the wealth and glory that are within my grasp, and follow you, a wanderer of the world, to live a life of uncertainty, exposed to the elements, and never having a moment's peace?"

"What if, years later, I'm old and faded, and you abandon me again?"

At this point, Yan Ying sighed, "Ding'an, you like a simple life, but I find happiness in simplicity. Our meeting was just a fleeting moment, and it's a pity that you ran away when I was at my most passionate."

"Sigh, now that I've calmed down, please stop bothering me, okay? My dear brother!"

It's been a long time.

Suddenly, Ding'an's shadow on the window looked up, took a deep breath, and laughed exaggeratedly, "Ha! Haha! I just came to see you. I was just worried about my sister, that's all."

Hearing Ding An's forced composure and silly laughter, Yan Ying grew increasingly impatient. To her, Ding An was valuable, but not much.

Especially in contrast to the current Jue Wushen, who is about to reach the pinnacle of his life.

However, the same silly laugh made Shao Yang and Hong Xiu feel a pang of sadness for him.

The beggar said, "Aside from the first time the three of us met, this is the first time I've seen Ding'an so disheveled."

"How about calling it the Peach Blossom Tribulation?" Ren Shaoyang said calmly, his temples throbbing. "Love tribulations are heartbreaking, but they are also the best way to temper one's heart."

Suddenly, he chuckled softly: "Luckily you let Jue Tian go back back then."

"Oh, you noticed?"

"If you hadn't intentionally held back, how could Jue Tian have escaped the pursuit of the 'Sleeve Divine Blade'?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "I don't know why, but a sudden inspiration struck me, and I let him go without thinking."

The two paused, looked at each other, and said in unison, "Ding'an's incredible luck!"

The little beggar gently patted his hand and laughed heartily.

Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "It really is the influence of strong luck! It was because of Jue Tian's interference that Ding An did not reconcile with Yan Ying. Without experiencing matters between men and women, he is like Nie Feng who has not completely fallen into demonic possession, and there is still a day when he can turn back."

For a man, experiencing a seemingly gentle but actually manipulative older woman for the first time can have an extremely devastating impact on him.

(P.S.: This is based on the case of Teacher Chen, who was pushed down by an older woman, and subsequently underwent a drastic change in personality and values, eventually becoming a photographer.)
Although Ding An, who had not yet been penetrated, still couldn't forget Yan Ying, he wouldn't become addicted to her and be completely controlled by her.

At this moment, Yan Ying said softly, "Ding An, if you really like your sister, then don't disturb me as I strive for a better life. Even if it's just for my sake, be my good younger brother, okay?"

She spoke softly, but her tone was unusually cold.

Ding'an felt a pang of pain in his heart.

But now that things have come to this, what else can he say or do?
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and with the shimmering water, the scenery in the hall became ethereal and dreamlike.

Ding An, standing there, had a strange illusion, as if he were seeing himself marrying Yan Ying, the two of them holding hands and gazing at each other sweetly. However, as the light and shadow shifted and his vision cleared, what he saw...

Only Yan Ying's merciless gaze remained.

A deep despair was evident in Ding'an's eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her hands.

"Ah, yes, I've disturbed you (I've been too sentimental)."

Yan Ying said, "I'm sorry, little brother. After the ceremony today, I will personally cook for you and introduce you to my husband."

Suddenly, a soft sigh was heard: "No need, you'll be a widow today."

Anger surged in Yan Ying's eyes, and she blurted out, "Who's speaking?"

Looking around, he saw only silence and not a soul in sight.

The hall fell silent for a moment, then Ding'an whispered, "I'm sorry, sister." With that, she turned to leave.

These five words were spoken softly, but when they reached Yan Ying's ears, they were like a thunderbolt, leaving her speechless.

"You, what do you mean?!"

Ding An stopped in his tracks and said, "Jue Wushen is doomed!" He glanced sideways, took a deep breath, and looked away with difficulty.

"Sister, wouldn't you become a widow?"

"what?"

Yan Ying froze for a moment, then covered her mouth and cried out, "The three villains are here! You, you can't do this! Brother, brother, you can't treat your sister like this!"

"I'm sorry," Ding'an sighed. "I am Han Chinese."

Yan Ying looked at him again and again, then exclaimed in a broken voice, "How...how could you do this to me?!" Her voice was filled with grief.

Ding'an didn't reply, turned around, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, they noticed a person standing quietly in the bright sunlight outside the door—a person with their head down, long hair flowing over their shoulders, and carrying a gleaming white longsword.

He had the same appearance as me, but his face seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, obscure black hole, making people lose their way.

His eyes were blood-red, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

The person who arrived was none other than Nie Feng!

Two identical people in the sunlight.

One of them, looking sorrowful, sat in the shadows inside the doorway.

One of them, standing in the light outside the door, had already fallen into demonic possession.

The two locked eyes, and in the void between them, thunder seemed to explode out of nowhere, and the unparalleled sword energy roared.

Just then, Yan Ying suddenly shouted, "Feng'er, kill him! He... he tried to do something to Mother!"

boom!
Ding'an felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind!
The next moment, two identical people suddenly turned to look at her.

One looked sorrowful and incredulous.

One eye was bloodshot, indifferent as a demon.

(End of this chapter)