I really donât know what Miss Yunâs mind is filled with.
When something happened to the girls under Zhu Pingniangâs care and they were caught in the rain, he saw them and handed an umbrella. This was something he should and must do.
After all, since Senior Zhu, whom he calls "sister," exists, letting her watch them get drenched is rude both emotionally and rationally.
Just like he would help Liu Qingluo.
The same as Gu Qiancheng.
When encountering trouble, lend a hand.
If hungry, simply sell her a meal.
He seems to be a "gentle" person.
But his gentleness stops there.
As for the reason the woman in blue lost focus and specific psychological trauma, those have nothing to do with him.
Think about it: a woman trapped in psychological trauma, if a man hands her an umbrella and thatâs not enough, but also needs to help her untangle her heart, carefully care for her...
Others aside, at least he wouldnât do such a thing.
Everything should have its limit.
As a "passerby," heâs always good at drawing the line.
"I only do what I should do." Xu Changâan picked up the rouge paper: "The rest is none of my business."
"Just like I only know what I want to know?" Yun Qian smelled the faint fragrance on the rouge paper, looking thoughtful.
"..."
"..."
The two looked at each other.
"Miss, what are you talking about?" Xu Changâan had a peculiar expression.
"Not much, I donât want to know what will happen next." Miss Yun turned her face away.
"The next thing, hmm." Xu Changâan, accustomed to Miss Yunâs oddity, followed his rhythm and said: "The next thing is what I must do."
"What is it?" Yun Qian became interested.
Could it have something to do with that woman in blue?
But her interest soon froze on her face as a mist slowly enveloped her face, accompanied by Xu Changâanâs hand, which made her sway.
"What I must do is bully..." Xu Changâan said, pausing, then continued: "Wash Missâs face."
Before applying makeup, it should be washed clean; this is the rule.
Yun Qian: "..."
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Yun Qian was unaware of one thing, that is, what she had done, others would not dare interfere, even in the aftermath work.
For instance, if she once erased someone from the world, the disappearance of a person would bring many consequences, under normal circumstances, the Heavenly Dao would make everything rational, maintaining the normal operation of the world.
But since she did it, they can only leave it, letting the sense of disconnection exist in the world.
Hmm, not Miss Yunâs matter; sheâs being bullied now, lacking extra thoughts.
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The carriage was cozy.
Outside the carriage.
The woman in blue gently turned the umbrella engraved with the Muyu Peak mark in her hand, occasionally looking toward the horse-drawn carriage.
However, this time, she did not attempt to peek.
Now, thinking back, the Heart Tribulation may not have appeared suddenly.
She didnât understand.
Just as she didnât understand why she, who had never worn rouge, found the scent of rouge sweet.
Just as she used to see pear blossoms and think of Wen Li, envying Shi Qingjunâs good fortune, but now finds flowers beautiful.
"Heart?"
Light rain still fell from the sky.
The woman in blue lightly extended her sleeve beyond the umbrella edge, until the entire sleeve of her arm was soaked by rainwater, she quickly retracted her hand and hid it behind her back.
She secretly glanced at the carriageâs position, discovering the curtain was closed, sighing in relief.
She regained her composure and found her whole action seemed like a thief, silent.
"Whatâs wrong with me?"
She didnât know what she feared.
Being worried by someone, yet unwilling for them to find out she was drenched again, is not something a careless girl could notice.
The woman in blue walked under the tree, lowered her head to stare at the rain-soaked arm.
Soon, her hand became covered in a layer of green Spiritual Power.
The Spiritual Power flowed, seemingly containing thousands of colors.
The Spiritual Power flowed but couldnât evaporate a single bit of mist, drops still fell from the sleeve.
Recalling Xu Changâan easily dispelling all her rainwater, the woman in blue slowly closed her eyes, murmuring: "Whatâs wrong with this world..."
The woman in blueâs consciousness sank beneath the sea.
When she opened her eyes again, she became an ordinary, kind-hearted, timid girl.
The woman in blue blinked, tightly embracing the umbrella handle.
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At the same moment, in an unknown stone chamber within a deep cave, the entire stone wall was extremely compressed, then expanded violently, cracks appeared all over it, and in the massive impact, it instantly exploded, leveling everything around it.
Explosion center.
The woman in blue opened her eyes, assimilated the information, then immediately spat out blood, staining her front clothes.
How long has it been since she was injured?
Obviously, the tribulation just now did cause her some damage.
Ultimately, surviving such Dao Rhyme prison was nearly impossible; she even believed if an Immortal existed, facing such magnitude, the Divine Soul would be obliterated.
The abrupt appearance of the Heart Tribulation, the Dao Rhyme-filled aura made the woman in blue experience what "Heavenly Daoâs malice" was.
When the Heavenly Dao is filled with malice towards someone, how can one survive?
Now she knows.
The woman in blue stood up, shifted, and then appeared in a delicate girlâs boudoir.
She walked to the mirror on the dressing table.
In the mirror was a beauty not found in the mortal world, but currently, her lips and chin were stained with fresh blood.
Blood fell on the table, fragmented like a flower.
Looking closely, the mirrorâs womanâs eyes were coated with mist, as if she hadnât fully awakened, still trapped in memories.
Until bathing, sitting at the table, picking up a pen, writing "Heart Tribulation" on the paper in front, did she truly regain her senses, temporarily expelling the young manâs appearance from her mind.
"Recently, whatâs wrong with this world."
The woman in blue was full of confusion and bewilderment.
She merely secluded herself for some time, and upon leaving seclusion, it seemed the entire world had turned unfamiliar.
Recently, many things have been happening that she cannot comprehend at all.
With a stroke, she left the words "Holy Sect One" beside "Heart Tribulation."
This was the first thing that completely baffled her.
Firstly, the vacant position of the first seat in the sect, that of the Grand Elder, filled her with the feeling of dreamlike separation.
Because, the position of the first seat... was actually empty.
How could it be empty?
Since its establishment, the position was for the strongest in the sect aside from her.
So, clearly, it was supposed to be occupied by the current Second Elder, but the first seat was unexpectedly empty... This matter left not just her but the Second Elder himself puzzled.
"As though... as though someone should have been there but disappeared into thin air."
The woman in blue murmured.
The strange aspects didnât stop here.
Related to this matter, she did not understand why she issued the "General Attack Chaoyun" order.
Indeed, it wasnât that she didnât issue the order.
Rather, she didnât know why she did it.
Compared to Shi Qingjun, the seasoned Qiankun Realm, her cultivation was weaker; she couldnât possibly lose her mind doing such a thing.
Absolutely impossible.
Yet unexpectedly, she made the decision, knowing every detail, the process of orders.
"...Unless."
The woman in blue tapped twice in the blank space.
Unless there was a second Qiankun Realm beside her, only then would she act this way.
"..."
Enough.
This is the first thing.
"Heart Tribulation... Why." The woman in blue left an ink dot in front of the term Heart Tribulation.
She never doubted the proximity of her death just now.
Such as a steel blade scraping layers over her body and soul, the primitive, intolerable agony...
And that young lord.
The woman in blue tilted her head, suddenly lost in thought.