Chapter 214
by post_apiChapter 214: Unsullied Saint
Mu Ling lifted the wooden bucket, scooping water into the family bath.
Splash.
Standing in the bath, she closed her eyes, letting the clear water wash away the bloodstains from her fair skin. She focused on the water’s temperature, its clarity, and the sensation it brought.
The Black Star Faction had returned.
How many innocent people in this city had suffered because of them? How many families had been obliterated?
Although the Crown Ceremony had dulled her emotions, Mu Ling felt a long-forgotten sensation well up within her: anger.
“Those from the Black Star Faction must never be forgiven.”
The surge of anger was intense but fleeting, dissipating as quickly as it came. Her composure returned.
After cleansing her body, she sank into the bathtub, her snow-white skin glistening under the water. Taking deep breaths, she tried once again to harmonize her thoughts with the flow of the water around her.
In the past, she would have struggled to achieve the tranquil state of “peace of mind.” Yet, due to the Crown Ceremony’s aftereffects, emotional detachment had become second nature, making serenity almost effortless.
Finally, she felt it—the flow of water.
Water, often underestimated, possessed immense strength. Calm, it could suffocate the unwary; violent, it could demolish anything in its path.
This was the power of water: vast, gentle, fierce. Its strength lay in the transition between stillness and flow.
And she was part of it.
Mu Ling opened her eyes to find her body fully submerged in the pool.
Flow of the Heart · Flowing Water.
She had reached the entry level of this power system—a significant milestone. Though mastering its skills would require time, taking this first step was crucial. Many struggled for years to attain “peace of mind,” a foundational aspect of the Flow of the Heart.
Mu Ling had endured years of torment in the dark dimension, akin to a martial artist’s seclusion. This forced tranquility allowed her to achieve the impossible.
Leaving the pool, Mu Ling dried herself off and donned new black pajamas. Returning to her room, she lay on the bed, her trusted black cat-eye mask shielding her from the world.
Lately, she had the nagging feeling she’d forgotten something important.
Suddenly, she sat up.
Right. She had a family duty—to bear heirs.
Nine children.
As the family’s head, she could sacrifice herself for the Savior at any time. She needed to start sooner rather than later.
Sitting upright, Mu Ling grabbed her phone and began searching: How to choose a suitable spouse.
Salary, housing, education, maternity leave—the information was overwhelming, yet none of it seemed relevant to her unique situation.
“Better ask Huo Xin,” she muttered.
In the living room, Huo Xin, the loyal family butler, nearly spat out his coffee when Mu Ling broached the subject.
“Miss, it’s the middle of the night, and you’re asking about…spouses?”
Recovering, he nodded seriously. “Of course, continuing the family is important. But finding a suitable match for you…”
He paused, contemplating. “It’s
complicated. You’re no longer
just the head of a family;
you’re a member of Babel
Tower. Ordinary superhumans
aren’t suitable.”
Huo Xin sighed. “Your talents,
strength, and beauty are
unparalleled, but that makes
finding someone compatible
all the more difficult.”
Mu Ling listened silently,
nodding in agreement. “You’re
right, Huo Xin. I’ll think it over
carefully.”
The next morning, the rain in
Tatsumi City had yet to stop.
The scent of rain lingered in
the air.
Mu Ling, dressed in black, sat
in her usual coffee shop,
sipping coffee while waiting
for her next task.
On the café’s newly installed
television, the news played:
“A ‘cloud burst’ disaster is
approaching Tatsumi City.
However, citizens need not
worry. The city’s ‘sealing off’
facilities will ensure safety.”
Mu Ling reflected on the term
sealing off. In the Otherworlds,
it was rumored to be a large-
scale ritual that transferred
cities to another dimension,
sparing them from disasters.
Her thoughts were interrupted
by the arrival of someone
familiar.
A blindfolded girl entered the
café, exuding a gentle,
composed aura. Her golden
hair flowed like silk, and her
white gown accentuated her
graceful figure.
“Yin?”
Mu Ling’s voice trembled with
surprise.
The girl turned in her direction.
“Mu Ling? Is that you?”
Mu Ling smiled, her usual
aloofness replaced by warmth.
“It’s been so long. What
happened to your eyes?”
Yin’s face softened with a faint
smile. “Just an accident. But
I’m truly happy to see you
again.”
Yin had been Mu Ling’s
childhood neighbor and friend.
Memories of feeding a stray
orange kitten after school
resurfaced. Those were
simpler, happier times.
Mu Ling noticed the physical
trauma behind Yin’s blindness.
High-level alchemical
medicine could fix it, but she
decided to surprise Yin later.
They sat together, catching up.
“Why did you leave Tatsumi
City all those years ago?” Mu
Ling asked.
Yin hesitated, then explained,
“We faced some difficulties
and had to leave. I didn’t think
it would take ten years to
return.”
Mu Ling reflected on her own
trials over the past decade.
Yin smiled. “My younger
brother and I came back
because this is home. If I were
to choose a place to be
buried, it would be here.”
Yin’s voice softened as she
issued an invitation.
“Would you like to visit my new
home? You can meet my lover
as well.”
Mu Ling was curious about the
person who had earned Yin’s
admiration.
“Okay,” she agreed.
In that moment, under the
overcast sky, two old friends
found solace in their reunion.