I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 101

Yun Duan was fleeing from Tianwai Tian in a panic.

At that moment, she had no room to care about anything else. When she attacked Pei Chen, the commotion was so great that it quickly attracted the guards outside. If they had arrived just a few breaths later, Pei Chen would have died by her hand. Yun Duan wasn't sure if she should feel regret about it.

When the guards realized something was off and tried to intervene, Yun Duan, who had just been filled with murderous intent, was quickly defeated.

The reason was simple—she couldn't draw Feiwang to fight back.

All of her killing intent and emotions receded like the tide when her hand instinctively reached for the sword hilt, leaving behind nothing but chaos and devastation in her heart. Yun Duan no longer wanted to stay there any longer. She stumbled and fled from Tianwai Tian, running through several streets before stopping woodenly in an unknown alley.

Wan Shao, who had been waiting outside because her demonic race status prevented her from entering Tianwai Tian, hurriedly caught up. Even though she had no idea what had happened in such a short time, anyone could see that something was terribly wrong with Yun Duan at that moment. Wan Shao suppressed a growing sense of foreboding and softly asked, "...What happened?"

"..."

Facing a dead-end alley, Yun Duan remained silent, as if in a trance, showing no reaction to Wan Shao's words. Wan Shao couldn't see Yun Duan's expression but inexplicably sensed a distant coldness and solitude from her thin figure.

The ominous feeling was so strong that Wan Shao didn't dare to ask Yun Duan further. Just as her nerves were fraying, the person in front of her suddenly spoke, like someone talking in their sleep.

"...The Ghost Realm."

Her voice was faint. Wan Shao quickly stepped closer, afraid of missing something, but she didn't expect Yun Duan, who had been standing still, to suddenly turn around. A heart-stopping red flickered in her usually clear eyes.

Yun Duan's thin lips parted slightly, her trembling voice carrying a bitter determination.

"I'm going to the Ghost Realm."

Nothing else seemed to matter to Yun Duan. She practically stormed into the Ghost Realm.

The gentle, patient, and compassionate person she once was had completely vanished. Wan Shao, afraid something might happen to her, stuck close behind, but never had a chance to intervene. Yun Duan moved like a precise killer, mercilessly slashing at any ghost who came within three feet of her—with Wuyou. Feiwang remained securely fastened to her waist, silent and untouched.

Though she hadn't wanted to stay a moment longer, she still made a detour to retrieve Wuyou from Yuncheng before storming into the Ghost Realm. This made Wan Shao, who hadn't been able to get any explanation from Yun Duan, even more confused. Throughout the entire process, Yun Duan remained silent, not uttering another word. The once ethereal and graceful woman now seemed more like a soulless husk in Wan Shao's eyes.

Fortunately, Yun Duan wasn't bloodthirsty. The ghosts soon realized they were dealing with a formidable opponent, and, being a disorganized bunch to begin with, they scattered, avoiding Yun Duan and no longer throwing themselves at her to die. The journey became much smoother, and Yun Duan paid no attention to the ghosts watching her from the shadows, merely gripping Wuyou coldly as she walked past. The scene was almost comical.

By the time Nanshuang and Yuange, who had rushed back from the Immortal Realm, arrived, Yun Duan had already turned the Ghost King's study upside down.

"What is Yun Zhongjun doing?" Nanshuang almost laughed in disbelief as she looked at the chaotic study. "Charging into the Ghost Realm alone—are you here to declare war?"