From then on, Wu Caiwei never saw the woman in black again. She thought the other party would no longer appear in her life, but to her surprise, the moment she stepped into the medical hall this day, she saw the woman smiling at her.
Although surprised, Wu Caiwei returned a smile and walked up to her, sitting down.
"You have a different aura this time compared to last time. It seems your matters have been handled," Wu Caiwei said happily while pouring tea for her.
"Sort of," she said, somewhat spirited, and slowly leaned closer to Wu Caiwei, whispering, "I killed him."
Wu Caiwei's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, then she naturally handed the cup to her. "Can you tell me your story? I want to know how much injustice you've endured over the years to reach this point."
Looking at her concerned expression, the woman in black's eyes turned red. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last cried. In her eyes, tears were the most useless things, so she never allowed herself to cry, but now she couldn't hold back.
"Aren't you afraid?" she continued to probe.
"No matter what, you are my sister. I still remember when I left home, you were only four years younger than me. You were so innocent and kind back then, so sweet and lovely. There must have been some unspeakable reason." Wu Caiwei held her hand, saying with heartache.
The woman in black was unaccustomed to such closeness and habitually tried to pull her hand away, but Wu Caiwei held on too tightly. She struggled for a while before giving up.
Slowly recalling the events that happened to her after Wu Caiwei left, she was now called Feiwu. Not long after Wu Caiwei left, her parents sold her to support her younger brother's education. At that time, she had no will to resist because her four older sisters had disappeared from home in the same way. She knew she would eventually follow their path and accepted it.
She obediently followed the matchmaker, without a word of complaint. A few days later, a group of people arrived, looking formidable, all cold and stern. They paid a hefty sum to buy a group of boys and girls, and she was one of them.
She was very happy when she left with them, as she had learned a lot in those few days. Beautiful girls would eventually be sold to brothels, while those of average or above-average looks would be sold to wealthy families as maids. This was the best outcome for her.
Seeing them buy so many men and women, she knew her luck wasn't that bad; at least she wouldn't end up in a place of ill repute.
However, what happened next exceeded her expectations. They were taken to a mountain, where people were specifically assigned to teach them martial arts and swordplay daily.
Having endured hardship since childhood, she didn't complain at all. She knew complaining was useless. She diligently studied every move and stance every day, striving to do her best. Her efforts paid off, and in the first martial arts competition, she won first place, earning special attention from others.
This was the first time in her life she had received praise. To continue seeing envious glances, she became even more diligent.
She thought her life would continue like this. Unexpectedly, one day a woman informed everyone to gather in the square. They were all whispering among themselves, wondering what had happened.
The woman watched them expressionlessly and announced coldly, "There are now one hundred and ten of you. Today, only eleven will be able to leave this place, which means each of you must kill nine others."
The youngest and most energetic junior sister among them was the first to question, "What kind of joke is this? We eat and live together; we've already formed bonds. How can we kill each other?"
"That's right, that's right..." the crowd echoed.
The woman let out a cold laugh, waved her hand, and the junior sister fell into a pool of blood.
This scene was forever etched in Feiwu's mind. A girl from a small mountain village who thought she only needed to practice martial arts every day had never seen a living person disappear before her eyes.
"If you don't do as I command, you will suffer the same fate," the woman said disdainfully, looking at them.
At this moment, they felt a sense of defeat. They thought they had practiced diligently enough, but they still couldn't discern how the woman had moved. This meant her strength was terrifying, and they were definitely no match for her. Those who were clever, before others could react, pulled out their daggers and started killing.
For self-preservation, everyone resorted to various despicable means. Those with good relationships began to band together, while Feiwu, having been engrossed in practicing dance all day, wasn't close to anyone and had to fight alone.
However, everyone knew her martial arts were formidable. People naturally avoided danger. For a while, no one dared to provoke her. She stood leisurely to the side, watching others fight.
Despite this, the corpses on the ground stimulated her eyes. She dared not show any hint of vulnerability, nor could she retreat. She knew that if she took one step back, she would be like the people on the ground, a corpse in the next moment.
The woman looked at the eleven remaining people and nodded with satisfaction.
They thought they had worked very hard and trained rigorously before, but only when eleven remained did they understand what devilish training truly meant. This time, no one complained. Having experienced the previous killing incident, those who survived were ruthless, each more diligent than the last, fearing a repeat of such an event and perishing here. They didn't even look at the corpses, which were directly thrown into a mountain hollow and fed to wolves, leaving no trace.
Day after day, year after year, unknowingly, ten years passed.
To their relief, such an incident only happened once. After ten years, each of them was given a poison pill. They had to take an antidote every month, or they would die from the poison. To survive, they could only continuously accept missions.
Although Feiwu was filled with inner pain, watching one vibrant life after another disappear at her hands, she had no choice; she was not in control of her own destiny.
She still remembered the fear and terror of killing someone for the first time. Her sword-wielding hand trembled slightly. The victim's pleading and terrified eyes were constantly imprinted in her mind, yet she still showed no mercy.
That night, she couldn't sleep and fell gravely ill. As the missions piled up, she lost count of how many people she had killed, becoming numb to it all.
Seeing her sister again touched her heart. She longed for a peaceful life, but it felt impossibly distant.
When someone dared to bully her sister, she immediately investigated. Knowing they were tainted and their hands stained with blood, she acted against them without hesitation.
Feiyun, the man who had been by her side at the time, discovered the unusual relationship between them. Initially, things were fine. But eventually, he attempted to betray her. She knew that if their master found out, even the slightest misstep could endanger her sister and her family. Therefore, she devised ways to kill him and frame someone else.