Chapter 10 Part 1
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Chapter 10: The Gynecological Expert, Fairy Bai Lian (1)
This is a place where the spring breeze cannot reach.
Under the hazy sky, even the once fertile black land had been wrung dry, now cracked and barren, as though it had been enduring a drought for years.
Xia Qingqing’s sobs echoed through the wilderness, piercing like a lance.
Poof—
Zhao Haiya was deeply hurt.
He clenched his fists, his eyes reddening with rage. He wanted to say something comforting to Xia Qingqing, but in the end, he had to release his tightly clenched fists.
“I can’t do it. I can’t do anything!” Xia Qingqing cried out.
What’s the use of saying these words? Can he bring back the friends who have died? Can he restore his missing master?
He can’t.
He is weak. Useless.
Zhao Haiya wanted to cry too.
Decadent. Lost. Filled with despair.
A whirlwind of emotions spun within him—a tangled mess.
But Zhao Haiya is not a cat. He doesn’t find solace in a ball of yarn.
He stood in the cold wind, his past flashing before his eyes like a carousel.
Before meeting Bai Lian, he had been running around with a gun, foolishly believing he could single-handedly bring light back to a decaying world.
But he was wrong.
His ideas were vague, without a clear plan for execution.
He couldn’t deceive anyone—not even himself.
Going around in circles, back and forth, he still couldn’t find a way in.
This mental turmoil had kept him trapped at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, unable to break through.
The “Yin Fire Disaster” was the Heavenly Tribulation of Refining Heart. If one doubted oneself when facing it, they would be consumed by the flames.
It was only after meeting Bai Lian that a new world opened up to Zhao Haiya.
That door was heavy.
Behind it lay a rugged and narrow road, stained with dirt and blood. But if he could make it to the end, joy awaited him, and he would glimpse a bright, expansive world.
This possibility was irresistibly alluring.
The small boat sailing through the dark sea desperately needed a lighthouse.
In that moment, Zhao Haiya’s lance became heavier and sharper.
He may not be light. He may not produce light.
But he could be the one to carry it.
He could move toward a future.
His heart cleared in an instant.
Without hesitation, he broke through to the Soul Changing Stage, like water flowing into a riverbed.
When Zhao Haiya reached the Soul Changing Stage, it felt as though he had reached the top of the world. He believed he had the ability to show his true potential.
He boldly abandoned his master’s cultivation plan and ventured into the mundane world alone.
Only by experiencing the world firsthand could he understand its needs and the needs of its people.
But…
It was all a lie.
The Soul Changing Stage? It meant nothing.
He was still the same weak person as before.
Even if he found the light, when destruction came, he couldn’t even protect himself—how could he possibly bear the weight of that light?
Zhao Haiya’s waist bent under the weight of defeat.
His hands trembled like those of an old man nearing death.
Bai Lian noticed his strange behavior but couldn’t focus on it now.
Xia Qingqing’s situation was far more urgent.
Bai Lian tried asking Xia Qingqing if she had any clues, but her mind was in chaos, unable to make sense of anything.
“I don’t know… I heard crying… I was in closed-door training… and then everyone died…”
“Bai Lian, what happened?” Xia Qingqing sobbed, her voice hoarse.
Bai Lian remained silent, but inside, she shared the same confusion.
She had found a fragment of a soul, but it was far too fragile to yield any answers.
Had the person she met earlier been the master, the situation would have been different.
But she was too weak.
The cultivators of the Immortal World could even return to the past…
The past.
Wait!
Bai Lian’s eyes lit up.
She could try. Her [Field] might not allow her to cross the river of time, but it could recreate the past within a limited scope.
Bai Lian was always one to act on her impulses.
She was a doer.
Her avatar was like an extension of herself, and the sensations from it could be transferred to her physical body. What she could use, her avatar could use too.
Drip…
In that instant, silver brilliance shot out from Bai Lian’s right eye.
Her black hair turned into a crystalline snowflake-like luster, and even her eyebrows seemed to be coated in frost.
The temperature of the still, withered Tianji Sect suddenly plummeted, shifting from gray to a frosty white.
Winter was coming.
Though still cold, the air held a hint of life.
Zhao Haiya and Xia Qingqing, caught in the bitter chill, stopped trembling, staring blankly at Bai Lian whose appearance had transformed.
Silver hair. Silver eyes.
The cold air swirled like snow lotus petals.
Is this the fairy from the cold frost?
Bai Lian’s delicate right eye split into two, revealing a sky full of star-like points.
Star points…
Xia Qingqing slowly lifted her head, feeling an invisible wind caressing her body.
She looked around and suddenly realized that the surroundings had completely changed.
A massive black and grey vortex swirled in the sky.
She lost consciousness and fell into a round pit.
There was no wind here.
But countless milk-white currents flew in from all directions, filling her body like water pouring into a pipe.
Xia Qingqing looked up, her vision widening.
What she saw was a colossal tree.
Suddenly, a wisp of white fog emerged from the tree.
The next moment…
The centuries-old tree withered before her eyes.
Its green leaves turned yellow, shriveled, and, before they could fall, turned to black ash.
The tree trunk fared no better.
Though thick, it could only hold on for a few more seconds before succumbing to the drain.
Xia Qingqing stood there, dumbstruck.
Was it all her fault? Had she destroyed the Tianji Sect’s millennia-long legacy?
How much blood had she stained her hands with?
Elder Martial Brothers. Elder Martial Sisters. Younger Martial Brothers. Younger Martial Sisters…
And…
“Bai Lian… mother…”
Xia Qingqing gripped Bai Lian’s arm tightly.
Her fingers were deathly pale, and Bai Lian felt her heart tighten with pity.
“My mother…”
Xia Qingqing trembled violently.
No.
She couldn’t let her tainted body pollute Bai Lian.
Xia Qingqing quickly loosened her grip on Bai Lian and stepped back, trying to distance herself.
“Miss Xia,” Bai Lian called gently.
Xia Qingqing shook her head desperately. “It’s me… it’s all my fault…”
Tears blurred her features.
She continued to back away but tripped over a stone, and with a shriek, fell back into the pit where she had once lain.
Alas…
Bai Lian sighed.
She had seen Xia Qingqing cry before.
When they first met, Xia Qingqing, daydreaming about being a heroine, acting impulsively, had been scolded by Bai Lian to the point of tears.
Back then, Bai Lian had only found it amusing, wanting to squeeze more out of her.
But now?
It was entirely different.
Xia Qingqing’s face was still as cute as ever, but Bai Lian only felt sadness.
This was all over.
