Rebellious Lord of All Realms: Su Chen's Dark Harem

The old site of Yunlan resolves worldly grievances; the wind-borne wings defy the gods and determine this life.On the journey to the former site of the Cloud Mist Sect, Yun Yun remained silent throughout. She wore an elegant white dress, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the Wind Sword at her waist—the token of the Cloud Mist Sect Master, and a shackle she found difficult to cast off. Ever since being summoned, the guilt of abandoning her Sect had followed her like a shadow, especially seeing the other Sisters all having clear destinations and beliefs; the confusion in her heart grew heavier.

“Sister Yun Yun, why aren’t you saying anything?” Xiao Wu noticed her dejection and skipped over to her side, her pink rabbit ears twitching slightly. “Is the old site of the Cloud Mist Sect very beautiful? You must have been very majestic when you were the Sect Master, right?”

Yun Yun managed a forced smile, her eyes tinged with melancholy: “The Cloud Mist Sect of the past was indeed prosperous, but it is ultimately the past. Back then, to protect myself, I abandoned the Sect. Watching the disciples become displaced and the Elders die in battle... I have never been able to let go of this guilt.”

Su Chen walked by her side, his black-gold eyes filled with understanding: “Giving up doesn’t mean cowardice. Given the situation then, if you hadn’t left, you would have only sacrificed yourself in vain. True responsibility isn’t about clinging to a broken Sect, but about resolving the remaining grudges, letting the dead rest in peace and the living find tranquility.”

“But how can those grudges be so easily resolved?” Yun Yun sighed softly. “The descendants of the Elders who betrayed the Sect, and the families who were implicated by the Cloud Mist Sect, all harbor resentment toward me. After so many years, I’m afraid it has already become an incurable problem.”

“With us here, don’t be afraid.” Su Chen’s voice was steady and powerful. “We are accompanying you back not to wallow in the past, but to help you shed your shackles and truly live for yourself.”

The Sisters also spoke up to comfort her: Kushina patted her shoulder, saying bluntly, ’Let the past be the past, what matters is the present’; Ah Yin’s Blue Silver Grass gently wrapped around her wrist, transmitting warm life energy; Ning Rongrong smiled and promised, ’With the amplification of my nine treasures, even the greatest grudge can be resolved.’

Traveling west, they finally arrived at the former site of the Cloud Mist Sect on the border of the Jia Ma Empire. The Sect that once shook the region was now nothing but ruins: the pillars of the collapsed main hall were covered in moss, the stone slabs of the martial arts field were shattered, and the Sect’s plaque hung crookedly, the three characters for ’Cloud Mist Sect’ blurred by wind and rain. Only the mountain wind still howled, carrying a faint scent of dust, as if recounting the glory and loneliness of those years.

Yun Yun stood before the ruined mountain gate, her eyes turning slightly red. Memories flooded back like a tide: back then, she wore the Sect Master’s formal robes, receiving the disciples’ homage in the main hall; she instructed disciples in wind-type Spirit Abilities on the martial arts field; she discussed matters with the Elders in the Sect’s back mountains... Now, things had changed and people were gone, leaving only a scene of devastation.

“Yun Yun! You traitor! You finally dare to return!”

Just then, several figures rushed out from the ruins, led by a middle-aged man dressed in black, his eyes full of hatred. Behind him followed dozens of people, all elderly, weak, women, or children, carrying faint spirit power fluctuations—clearly the descendants of the Cloud Mist Sect’s disciples or Elders from that time.

“It’s Elder Liu’s son, Liu Yan!” Yun Yun recognized the leader, her gaze darkening. “Back then, Elder Liu betrayed the Sect and colluded with foreign enemies. Although I failed to deal with him personally, I never owed his family anything.”

Liu Yan roared, his spirit power exploding as Wind Blades condensed around him: “You have the nerve to say that! If you hadn’t abandoned the Sect, how could my father have been hunted down by enemies? If the Cloud Mist Sect hadn’t been destroyed, how could we have become homeless dogs? Today, I will avenge my father and all the Cloud Mist Sect disciples!”