Chapter 83: The Threat from Ye Fan
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Qingyao explained:
âItâs like an advanced version of the Clear Heart Mantra. It canât make you heartless, but it can keep you clear-minded when you lose your rationality, preventing you from becoming completely lost.â
âReally?â
Su Wanqing was immediately overjoyed, like seeing light in the darkness.
âThen Iâll have to trouble Senior Sister to take care of Junior Sister!â
âDonât worry, with me here, even if she has one foot in the gates of hell, I can pull her back for you.â
Qingyao patted her chest in assurance, looking at Su Wanqing like this, she also sighed in her heart.
âThank you, Senior Sister!â
Su Wanqing bowed deeply, then turned and hurried toward the Scripture Pavilion.
Her steps were somewhat unsteady, yet carried unprecedented determination.
No matter what price she had to pay, she would learn this ăThe Heartless Curseă. She couldnât hurt Muyu anymore.
Watching her departing figure, Qingyao turned to look at the pale face Lin Muyu on the bed, and sighed softly:
âPhysical wounds are easy to heal, but how does one overcome the hurdles in the heart?â
She reached out her hand, gently brushing away the disheveled hair from Lin Muyuâs forehead, her eyes full of pity.
âThese two silly childrenâŠâ
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âWhere am I?â
Lin Muyu looked around in confusion, finding that she seemed to have returned to that blank space from before.
There was no sky here, no ground, no sound, no color, only endless white, as if even time had stopped flowing.
Her head felt heavy, as if filled with lead, and her body still retained tearing pain everywhere.
But her heart felt empty, as if a piece had been carved out, numb without any feeling.
âWhat happened to me?â
She murmured to herself, her voice echoing in the blank space, yet sounding particularly hollow.
The images in her mind flashed by like broken slides, frame by frame.
Su Wanqingâs crimson eyes, the cold cave walls, her own helpless crying, and that despair that seeped into her bonesâŠ
But she was like a bystander, without any real sensation, only a nameless exhaustion spreading from the depths of her soul.
She walked aimlessly in the blank space, not knowing how much time had passed when the white beneath her feet seemed to show a slight change.
She stopped and looked down, discovering that where her footprints were, a faint green was emerging.
Lin Muyuâs heart stirred, and following that touch of green, she saw that in the distant whiteness, there was actually a different color.
It was a tender sprout, only as long as a finger, bright green, appearing particularly delicate in the pure white space.
It stood there timidly, as if it would fall with a single gust of wind.
She curiously walked over, crouched down, and reached out a finger to gently poke the sproutâs leaf.
The sprout seemed to sense the touch and began swaying joyfully, with crystal dewdrops on its leaves that refracted scattered light.
âLittle sprout, do you know where this is?â
She asked softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
This was the first âliving thingâ she had encountered in this blank space.
The sprout naturally couldnât speak, but it rubbed against her fingertip with its small leaf, as if acting cute or comforting her.
That weak sensation strangely made her feel a bit at peace.
âLittle sprout, why is everything white here?â
Lin Muyu murmured, her tone carrying barely perceptible exhaustion.
This endless white made her feel like a forgotten soul abandoned by the world, unable to even find a place for her sadness to settle.
As if understanding her words, the sprout swayed and began emitting a faint green light.
The light was initially weak, then gradually spread, like ripples stirred by a stone thrown into a lake.
In an instant, a lush green lawn spread throughout the blank space. The soft grass blades brushed against her ankles, carrying a refreshing fragrance, and even the air seemed to become moist and gentle.
Lin Muyu sat delightedly on the lawn, her fingertips brushing over the tender green grass blades, feeling that real sensation, and suddenly her eyes grew warm.
She curled up, burying her face in her knees, her voice as low as a whisper:
âThank you, little sprout, this place⊠is really nice.â
No pain, none of those suffocating images, just this quiet green and a little sprout that would respond to her.
âI donât want to leaveâŠâ
She murmured, tears silently soaking the grass blades.
Perhaps staying here wouldnât be badâŠ
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Qinglan Sect, on the road to the Scripture Pavilion.
âWell, if it isnât the top-ranking senior sister? Long time no see, youâve already reached the Golden Core stage?â
Su Wanqing had just left the pharmacy when she was blocked by a voice full of mockery.
Ji Jiaying leaned against a corridor pillar, playing with a kraft paper envelope in her hands.
The corner of her mouth held an ill-intentioned smile, her eyes full of jealousy and provocation.
âGet lost.â
Su Wanqing couldnât be bothered to waste words with her. At this moment, her mind was completely occupied with ăThe Heartless Curseă and Lin Muyuâs safety. She had no mood to deal with such boring provocations.
She gripped her sword hilt with her backhand, spiritual energy surging around her body, the generated wind lifting fallen leaves. Clearly, if the other party dared to say another word, she would immediately attack.
The Golden Core stage pressure spread like a tangible force. Ji Jiayingâs face paled, and she instinctively stepped back, cursing âmadwomanâ in her heart, but her mouth still wouldnât let up:
âWhatâs the rush? I just wanted to congratulate Senior Sister.â
She waved the envelope in her hand, smiling even more strangely.
âBy the way, I have something here that Senior Sister might be interested in, about you and your little junior sisterâŠâ
âAbout me and Lin Muyu?â
Su Wanqing frowned and took the kraft paper envelope that Ji Jiaying handed over.
âSince the letter has been delivered, Iâll leave first~â
Ji Jiaying left with a contemptuous smile, not staying long before turning and walking away.
Su Wanqing took out the letter inside and began reading, but the contents made her heart sink.
ăWho would have thought, the dignified Foundation Establishment stage top-ranking senior sister, no, should be called Golden Core stage senior now, would actually do such things to her own junior sister~
Donât think I donât know what happened. Youâre really heartless, to be able to torment your own junior sister to this extent.
You wouldnât want others to know about what you did to your junior sister, right?
Especially your Master. If she knew, she would definitely be very disappointed in you, wouldnât she?
In that case, letâs make a deal. Letâs pretend nothing happened these past few days!
I wonât come bothering you anymore, and weâll each go our separate ways!ă
After reading, Su Wanqing immediately tore the envelope into pieces.
âHow dare she threaten me,â Su Wanqing said through gritted teeth.
She didnât want Ye Fanâs scheme to succeed⊠and she didnât want Xinlian to be disappointed in her.
At this moment, her heart surged like a tide, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Right now, she was as helpless as a child, without any idea what to do.
âForget it, Iâll deal with this later. Let me wait for Junior Sister to wake up first.â
Su Wanqing sighed and adjusted her mood.
If Junior Sister couldnât swallow this insult, she would be willing to do whatever she asked.
Even if it meant fighting with Ye Fan, she would have no regrets.
As long as Lin Muyu could forgive herâŠ
Then Su Wanqing put all of this aside. Finding the Heartless Curse was the urgent matter now.