Chapter 1092: Have you forgotten about us?

“What’s your name?” Ning Qingxue approached Mo Youshen calmly. From a distance, he resembled Ye Mo, but closer inspection revealed subtle differences in their eyes and faces. His eyes alone betrayed his true identity. This was the closest she’d seen anyone resemble Ye Mo, prompting her to test her luck.

“Pill City Mo Youshen, greetings Martial Sister Qingxue. My master is Pill King Chang Shun, an elder of Pill City,” Mo Youshen replied excitedly, quickly mentioning his master’s standing. Many cultivators realized why Ning Qingxue had approached this Golden Core cultivator.

Ning Qingxue frowned and abruptly asked, “Where are you from?”

Mo Youshen, assuming she inquired about his family, replied happily, “I hail from the Magical Continent’s small world. I was a member of the Taiyi Sect and came to Pill City via the teleportation formation on Xin Jia Mountain. My master, Chang Shun, took me in as a personal disciple.”

Ning Qingxue felt a surge of disgust. She’d wanted to ask if Mo Youshen knew Ye Mo, but learning of his Taiyi Sect affiliation ignited a desire to kill him. However, she knew of Pill King Chang Shun; killing Mo Youshen would put even the Ethereal Immortal Pond’s protection at risk.

At that moment, Fang Zhonghsi seemed to react, stepping forward to address Ning Qingxue. “Martial Sister Qingxue, tell me where Ye Mo is. I cannot accept losing to someone I’ve never met. I must see this genius; if I am truly inferior, I will willingly undertake a century of solitary cultivation.”

Fang Zhonghsi’s confidence and pride were restored. He didn’t believe any prodigy in the South Peace State surpassed him significantly.

“Ye Mo?” Mo Youshen gasped upon hearing the name.

Ning Qingxue immediately turned to him. “You know Ye Mo?”

Mo Youshen paused, internally seething. He knew Ye Mo, their enmity profound. If Ye Mo were present, he would reduce him to dust. But seeing her worried expression, he realized their closeness. Considering her mention of a husband, could Ye Mo be him?

With a melancholic tone, Mo Youshen responded, “I know Ye Mo, but he died in the small world…”

“You’re lying,” Ning Qingxue stated coldly.

Mo Youshen insisted, “I’m not lying. I was close to him, present when he died. Seven Great Heaven Masters deployed a Seven Seed Kill Formation, battling day and night before killing him.”

Ning Qingxue scoffed. Ye Mo might have been close to many, but not this Mo Youshen. Mo Youshen's Taiyi Sect origins were significant, as a Taiyi Daoist had nearly killed her; Ye Mo vehemently hated the Taiyi Sect, annihilating it himself. How could he be close to Mo Youshen? If Ye Mo had died, she would have known. Mo Youshen’s account suggested a deep-seated feud with Ye Mo. If not for Mo Youshen’s powerful background, Ning Qingxue might have already attacked. He hadn’t anticipated her knowledge of the small world and the Taiyi Sect.

“He’s lying,” another cold voice echoed from the Pill Rest Tower. A woman, no less beautiful than Ning Qingxue, entered.

Ning Qingxue turned, recognizing Wen Caiyi, a woman neither she nor her sister Susu favored. She knew Mo Youshen lied, but how did Wen Caiyi know?

Wen Caiyi addressed Ning Qingxue, “I didn’t expect Ye Mo to be so fortunate as to be favored by the Ethereal Immortal Pond’s Goddess Ning. What a pity. Ye Mo is indeed dead, not in some small world, but in the Truth Fall Palace.”

She looked at Ning Qingxue’s pale face. “But I don’t know if this Ye Mo is yours. If so, Goddess Ning will be a widow.”

Ning Qingxue’s face drained. While unsure, she found Wen Caiyi’s claim far more plausible than Mo Youshen’s. Ye Mo’s death in the small world was almost impossible, while the Truth Fall Palace remained a possibility. The palace's danger had led her and Sister Susu to agree not to enter until they found Ye Mo.

Gleeful at Ning Qingxue's pallor, Wen Caiyi calmly continued, “I heard he used an alias in the Truth Fall Palace—Ning Xiaoma. A curious coincidence, considering your last name.”

Upon hearing this, Ning Qingxue spat blood and collapsed.

Huang Qian, suspecting Mo Youshen’s true identity, rushed to Ning Qingxue’s side, administering a pill. Turning to Wen Caiyi, she coldly inquired, “Martial Sister Wen, what is the meaning of this?”

“Nothing. I merely heard Goddess Ning had been thinking of Ye Mo, so I shared what I knew,” Wen Caiyi replied innocently.

Another female cultivator intervened, “Martial Sister Qianqian, let’s leave this alone and return.” She helped support Ning Qingxue.

Ning Qingxue awoke, her gaze vacant. After a while, she produced a picture, repeatedly touching it. “Have you forgotten about me and Sister Susu? Why didn’t you come find us? Why…”

The two Ethereal Immortal Pond cultivators exchanged glances and helped Ning Qingxue leave.

As they departed, Ning Qingxue remembered something, asking Martial Sister Yan, “Where is the Truth Fall Palace? I wish to go.”

“Huh…” The cultivator was shocked. “Martial Sister Qingxue, even if you wished to go, you cannot. It only opens every thirty years.”

“Huh…” Huang Qian exclaimed, pointing at the picture. “Martial Sister Qingxue, I saw this person today!”

Ning Qingxue grasped Huang Qian’s hands, asking shakily, “Martial Sister Qianqian, you really saw him? You’re not lying or trying to comfort me?”

The cultivators stared at Huang Qian.

Huang Qian nodded confidently. “It’s true, Martial Sister Qingxue. I initially thought it was Mo Youshen, but their appearances differ greatly. The picture is the cultivator I saw.”

Looking at Ning Qingxue, she added, “Martial Sister Qingxue, I mentioned seeing him earlier. Martial Uncle Tongbing and I were searching for Lu Qianbei when we saw him. He stopped us to ask about you. I, I…”

Ning Qingxue joyfully seized Huang Qian’s hands. “You really saw him? He came to Pill City? He was asking where I was?”