Chapter 15 Part 2
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Chapter 15: Let Chrysanthemum and Peach Blossom Bloom Together (2)
Yu Ying’s body had become unbearably stiff. She could only mimic the movements of the Second Elder Martial Sister and respond with faint murmurs.
“Hmm…”
In truth, Yu Ying was panicking. She could barely imagine the terrifying consequences if the Second Elder Martial Sister discovered the truth.
Fry her legs?
Braise her chest?
Stop! Don’t think about it—it’s too horrifying!
No matter what, she couldn’t allow the contract between her and Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian to be exposed!
After comforting the Fourth Martial Sister, Xiao Jinse knelt before her long-time rival, Su Youwei.
“Believe me, Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian will be fine!”
She pulled Su Youwei into an embrace.
On that cold afternoon, only the Second Elder Martial Sister’s chest held the faintest trace of warmth.
Su Youwei, overwhelmed by immense pressure, nearly broke down in tears. She curled into Xiao Jinse’s arms, her eyes glistening.
“Elder Martial Sister…”
In that moment, all the tension and conflict between them melted away.
“I’ll take you to see Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian!” Xiao Jinse promised resolutely.
Half an hour later, Xiao Jinse stepped aside to console Ling Xuan.
“Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian is stronger than even the immortals in the heavens. She could revive herself with just one breath!”
“Really?” Ling Xuan asked with wide eyes.
“Of course!” Xiao Jinse’s calm confidence was enough to convince the naive Ling Xuan.
The Second Elder Martial Sister and Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian are both incredibly kind, Ling Xuan thought to herself.
Xiao Jinse exhaled in relief.
Though the future still seemed uncertain, everyone had regained their spirits. Seeing this unity would undoubtedly make Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian happy.
Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian often said, “Unity is strength.” And now, they had proven her words true.
Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian…
No. Nothing bad would happen to her.
She had to witness their growth.
Away from prying eyes, Xiao Jinse cried silently, her tears slipping into the cold wind.
The light was too bright.
The heat was too intense.
Ying Shi felt as though she were soaking in a hot spring, surrounded by its comforting warmth. Yet, the humid and dry air simultaneously pressed against her skin, making her feel suffocated. Perhaps removing her clothes might grant her a fleeting moment of relief.
Then…
Wait!
Suddenly, the Saintess awoke from her dazed state, her expression shifting sharply.
The sword Bai Lian had unleashed earlier wasn’t just terrifying—it was exceptionally terrifying. Even the residual energy from the strike had shattered her soul’s defenses, dragging her into an illusion.
If just the aftershock had caused such devastation, what had happened to the sea monster that had taken the full brunt of the blow?
Ying Shi held her breath. Her limited Divine Sense left her with no choice but to widen her eyes and observe as best she could.
Gradually, the blinding white light began to fade.
And then…
“…”
The scene before Ying Shi left her utterly speechless.
The clouds parted.
A single ray of sunlight pierced through, illuminating the darkened ice below.
In the center of the elliptical pool of light lay the sea monster, sprawled out as though basking lazily.
Just three feet away, Bai Lian stood, holding the transparent sword in her hand.
The silver-haired, silver-eyed girl extended her right hand, gently patting the sea monster’s nose, as though comforting a harmless, “adorable” animal.
Da da da.
The crisp sound of her patting echoed across the vast, silent tundra.
Was this the calm center of the storm?
The scene was so unexpectedly harmonious that everyone who witnessed it felt as though they were still trapped in a dream.
Years later, survivors of the ruins would recount this moment with vivid clarity.
At that time, the silver-haired girl had withdrawn her hand.
She had said:
“Your time has been buried.”
The sea monster had nodded.
Or perhaps it was just lowering its head.
Regardless, it never raised its head again.
The silver-haired girl turned around with a serene smile.
Her flowing white hair, cascading like a flying waterfall, seemed to capture the memory of a great wind sweeping across the sea that day.
But whether the wind had truly blown or not hardly mattered.
Details like these are only pieced together in hindsight, a puzzle slowly unraveled in recollection.
In that moment, what stayed vivid in people’s minds was the ever-lengthening shadow under the golden sunlight and then—
Boom!
A thunderous roar.
From the moment its head drooped, the sea monster’s massive, mountain-like body began to collapse.
Piece by piece.
Faster and faster.
The icy, silent tundra seemed to come alive, awakened by this incredible transformation.
It wasn’t a bloody spectacle. Instead, it exuded a breathtaking beauty—a beauty that surpassed even the starry river that Bai Lian had once tread upon with her elegant steps.
Each fragment of the sea monster that fell away from its core transformed into radiant light the moment it detached.
There was white light.
There was blue light.
There was green light.
There was…
Together, they merged into a dazzling aurora!
From above, Ying Shi looked down, holding her breath.
She was awestruck.
No words seemed sufficient to describe what she felt.
She had witnessed five-colored auspicious clouds in Yaochi.
She had seen butterflies dancing gracefully in the West Mountain.
But none of those sights could rival the brilliance of the colors she beheld today.
Because this wasn’t just an extraordinary display of nature.
It was her deed.
The one who had cleaved through the darkness of an era with a single stroke of her sword.
She was—
White Emperor Bai Lian!
Ying Shi’s chest heaved as her heart raced uncontrollably.
Her gaze remained fixed on Bai Lian’s back as the silver-haired girl slowly approached Xia Qingqing.
Bai Lian’s movements were slower now, steady and deliberate, in stark contrast to the swiftness with which she had arrived.
Ying Shi noticed the fresh blood trickling from Bai Lian’s temple, running down her pale, snow-like skin and staining her delicate, ice-like eyebrows.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
The drops of blood fell to the icy ground as Bai Lian passed, leaving behind a trail of plum-blossom-shaped red marks.
“This feeling…”
Ying Shi lightly pressed a trembling hand against her chest.
She felt full—overflowing with something indescribable. It was as though something within her was about to burst free.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bai Lian reached Xia Qingqing under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
She stopped.
That pause was profound, marking both the finale of the sea monster’s reign and the beginning of a grand celebration.
As the last remnants of the sea monster—the trident-shaped tail—fell, it could no longer sustain itself.
Its fragmented body suddenly erupted into a brilliant explosion.
And then…
At that moment, the sea monster transformed into light!
It was an all-encompassing radiance, blanketing Bai Lian, Xia Qingqing, Ruomu, and everyone standing near the ruins of Qingxu.
“Heroine!”
Suddenly, a cry burst forth, echoing like waves across the landscape.
Everyone turned toward the source of the voice.
It was Ying Shi who had shouted those two words.
Yes.
Heroine!
That red trail, formed by Bai Lian’s blood, was the path of a heroine.
It was hard to fathom the scale of the disaster that might have unfolded had Bai Lian not been there.
It was Bai Lian who vanquished the sea monster, restoring peace to the land!
Ying Shi no longer cared about her image or composure.
She only wanted to pour out the full depth of her excitement without restraint.
She raised her hands high into the air.
“Heroine, heroine…”
Her voice trembled as she cried.
No matter where Bai Lian had come from, no matter what her purpose was, and no matter what she might do in the future—
At this moment, she was as radiant as the legendary Green Emperor, who once saved the people of East Divine Land.
Bai Lian, my heroine, my light!
“Saintess…”
The disciples of Yaochi Holy Mountain stood in stunned silence, watching the usually composed Ying Shi lose control.
But soon, they were swept up by the warmth of her emotions.
They joined her, shouting together in unison.
And so, thousands of voices united into one, their cries so powerful that even the sea seemed to boil with their fervor.
“This is White Emperor Bai Lian,” sighed Zhao Haiya, standing next to the ancient turtle.
He smiled bitterly.
He had always aspired to learn from Bai Lian, but compared to her, he felt insignificant.
How could he ever hope to embody even one percent of her courage?
“…”
The merperson hiding within the crowd remained silent.
It stood stiffly, its hand rising almost involuntarily, mimicking the others around it.
Its decision had been correct!
With a single slash of her sword, Bai Lian had killed the sea monster.
Though that sword strike was the culmination of a long standoff, during which the sea monster had lost much of its momentum, it still only took one strike in the end.
[“Brother, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to save you—it’s just that the enemy was too strong!”]
Had it followed its original plan and confronted the sea monster directly, it would have likely turned into light by now as well.
For the merperson, becoming light was not a desirable fate.
It didn’t wish to enlighten the world; it only sought to dominate it.
It didn’t want to sacrifice itself for others; it wanted to be invincible.
Yet, in its panic, the merperson didn’t flee.
Bai Lian didn’t even know of its existence, and she was severely injured.
If the right opportunity presented itself, the merperson might still have a chance to seize Ruomu’s power.
It had lived long enough—far too long.
But because it had lived so long, it yearned for more.
Today, it, a mere merperson, would seize the chance to ascend to Immortality!
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