Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 119: The Influence of the Deadly Lonely Star

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: The Influence of the Deadly Lonely Star

A few dozen miles from the Commander Mansion lay a stretch of imperial road.

A beautiful young girl was driving a carriage along it at a slow pace.

All of a sudden, a rain of arrows descended upon her, clattering against her head.

"The horse is dead!"

Looking at the horse that died under the volleys of arrows, the girl burst out, "What is this, the umpteenth time we’ve been attacked by bandits? When will this ever end?"

The Puppet Girl unsheathed a crimson longsword from her hand and leapt into action.

The sword she now wielded was called the Dragon Blood Sword, a gift from Zhao Tianlong.

Whether this treasured sword truly contained dragon blood was unknown, but in Lin Xing’s eyes, at least, it could slice through iron like mud, and when slashing, it would emit a roar like a dragon’s, causing enemies nearby to become disoriented and sluggish.

Initially, as a token of gratitude, Zhao Tianlong had opened his armory to Lin Xing, allowing him to choose at will.

Unfortunately, none of the swords, blades, or precious armor used by the martial artists held much interest for Lin Xing, so he ended up selecting this weapon for the Puppet Girl – at least it enhanced her combat effectiveness, and by extension, strengthened the overall might of their team.

Inside the carriage, listening to the crescendo of combat outside, Zhao Wanxi curled up and whispered timidly, "I’m... I’m sorry."

Lin Xing, however, looked at her with a smile, "It’s okay, it’s okay. Master Bai is just venting. In fact, these real combat situations are good for her."

But Zhao Wanxi continued to frown and said, "Is it because of this that my father doesn’t want me anymore?"

Upon hearing Zhao Wanxi’s words, Lin Xing was reminded of the incident that night.

He had been summoned to deal with Zhao Wanxi’s curse of the ’Stars of Death and Solitude,’ initially thinking that Zhao Tianlong had resigned himself to suppressing the evil spirits regardless of Zhao Wanxi’s fate.

As Lin Xing pondered what to do next, he ended up being escorted by the house steward along with Zhao Wanxi, straight out of the city.

The last message from Zhao Tianlong was relayed: "Leave, and never come back."

At this moment, Lin Xing said to Zhao Wanxi, "We’ve come a long way, and you must have heard the news about Miss Zhao’s illness leading to her death, right?"

"As the Commander of the Wuding Army, your father must have many enemies. If they knew you had left the Commander Mansion, it’s likely many of them would come after you."

"I think your father announced your death and had you leave secretly, perhaps to protect you."

Hearing what Lin Xing said, Zhao Wanxi just curled up and sat in silence.

After a long time, she suddenly spoke up, "My father told you, didn’t he? That I’m the ’Star of Death and Solitude’ and that it was because of me his family almost fell to ruin?"

Lin Xing found Zhao Wanxi’s calmness at that moment to be somewhat surprising.

Zhao Wanxi continued, "My father thinks I was too young at that time to remember anything."

"But I remember everything. I remember very clearly."

"My father indeed used to be very rich, but he became addicted to gambling at some point."

"From then on, our family’s fortune began to dwindle."

"Since becoming addicted to gambling, he’d been praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, always looking to make a comeback at the gambling table, completely ignoring his duties to the gang."

"At first, others in the gang tried to dissuade him."

"After they lent him money and he continued his ways, they began ignoring him, and he was gradually ostracized within the gang."

"Then one day, after losing a large sum of money, that Huang Feng approached him, claiming to have a way to help him win."

"My dad was already so desperate and on the brink of selling me, but after hearing what Huang Feng said, he immediately believed him."

"Huang Feng promised to change his destiny and grant him thirteen years of great fortune."

"But once those thirteen years were over, he would be doomed to a lonely star, alienating all relatives and friends, leading a life of loneliness without any kinship."

"Then... he asked Huang Feng if he could change his daughter’s destiny instead, letting him enjoy the thirteen years of fortune, and after that let his daughter die."

"Next, Huang Feng took my father and me to a chaotic burial ground and sealed a..."

Zhao Wanxi spoke somewhat blankly, "...monster inside my body."

Lin Xing listened to this story with some surprise, momentarily at a loss for what to say.

At that moment, Zhao Wanxi suddenly laughed: "You don’t really believe this, do you? I was just scaring you."

Lin Xing was taken aback again. The temperament Zhao Wanxi displayed now was drastically different from before, a hint of cunning flickering in her lively eyes.

For a moment, Lin Xing didn’t know whether what she had just said was true or false.

Zhao Wanxi then stretched lazily, comfortably saying, "Do you think I would be very sad to leave my home? I was confined for thirteen years."

"Thirteen whole years, I could only stay in that small courtyard. Whether it was my parents or my siblings, nobody dared to visit me."

"I was just locked up there, being raised like a pig. Do you think I didn’t want to leave?"

"Every day, I was dying to escape that cursed place."

Watching Zhao Wanxi, who seemed like a completely different person from before, Lin Xing thought to himself, "Could it be that she has been driven mad by the isolation?"

But Zhao Wanxi simply lay down on the carriage, speaking with a relaxed face, "Whenever you can’t stand me anymore, just go. You don’t have to worry about me."

Zhao Wanxi had seen too many fearful glances in her life.

In the past six months, she watched as maids and servants one after another left her side.

But she didn’t blame these people; she knew it was her fate. Being born under the evil star, everyone around her would die.

She thought to herself, "They’re just trying to save their own lives."

So, Zhao Wanxi plainly said to Lin Xing, "After all, you saved my life, and I don’t want to see you die later."

"So please, don’t force yourself. If you can’t bear it, just leave. I really won’t blame you."

Seeing Zhao Wanxi’s candid demeanor, Lin Xing laughed too: "Then I’ll be honest as well. I’m not afraid of death. If you can really bring my demise, I’m even less likely to leave."

At that time, the Puppet Girl outside the carriage walked toward it and said irritably, "My new clothes are torn again, my shoes are gone, and even the horse is dead!"

Zhao Wanxi sighed helplessly, knowing that she would always be shunned, feared, and eventually abandoned.

Lin Xing looked at the dead white horse and sighed helplessly, "Master Bai, it seems we’ll have to trouble you to pull the carriage now."

"Me?" Bai Yiyi said discontentedly, "That’s so undignified."

Lin Xing replied, "Sigh, then Zhao Wanxi and I will have to get down and walk ourselves. We are but mortals and cannot compare to Master Bai with your iron bones and tremendous strength. I’m afraid it will take us a very long time to reach the Taiqing Sect."

He shook his head, "It might take us several months longer to get to the Taiqing Sect and learn how to control memories."

Bai Yiyi struggled with the idea for a moment, then said grudgingly, "Buy me a bamboo hat in the next village."

Moments later, Lin Xing felt the carriage move rapidly forward and exclaimed, "That’s fast."

Meanwhile, Bai Yiyi, while making the Puppet Girl pull the cart, thought to herself, "Can the position for pulling this carriage actually be adjusted?"