Chapter 11 Part 2
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Chapter 11 Part 2: Master, I Want to Have a Good Sleep (2)
She successfully killed Jiang Jing before
he could get the message out!
Haha, hahaha…
Bai Lian’s face was aglow with a laugh as
pure as that of a child.
She had finally made up for her mistake.
There was no longer
any need to worry about Red Dust Heavenly Lord
discovering her master’s whereabouts.
Finally.
Bai Lian bit her lip and licked the blood stain clean.
Now, she would activate the Heavenly Surveillance Talisman and teleport
herself back near the Duxian Sect. Once she arrived,
someone would find her soon, and she would be out of danger.
Everything was going well.
As long as she could activate the Heavenly
Surveillance Talisman.
…
She clutched the talisman in her right hand.
Just as she was
about to crush it, an overwhelming
darkness surged into her right
eye.
Something inside her snapped.
Pain seared through her skull,
and in that instant,
she lost all vision in her right eye.
A shadow fell over her. Then, the entire world trembled.
A deafening rumble filled the air.
Bai Lian felt her body roll off the floating
platform, plummeting downward.
The descent was brief.
Then—
Bang!
It was as if she had been hit by a speeding truck.
Her body curled into itself.
Cold.
Icy cold.
She realized—she had fallen into water.
A frigid underground river swallowed
her whole. The chill wrapped around her limbs,
seeping into her bones.
And then she understood why she couldn’t see anymore.
She had overused Qianhuan Real Eyes.
Qianhuan Real Eyes was powerful,
but it came at a cost. It devoured vast
amounts of spirit Qi and vitality to grow. The successive
Snow Spirit Lords of Wuheng Snow Valley had
all perished from its backlash.
But right now, Bai Lian was powerless to
change her predicament.
She was too tired.
Even without Qianhuan Real Eyes draining her,
she was moments away
from slipping into unconsciousness.
Just…
She knew that if she fell asleep now,
she would never wake up again.
No.
I don’t want it.
Bai Lian thrashed against the current, her arms flailing.
Bubbles rose, bursting at the surface.
She didn’t want to die!
She had resolved the crisis. She had saved the souls of Martial Sister
Tong Yao’s parents. She had so many more memories to
create with her master and Martial Sisters.
“Just ten breaths of time. Just ten. That’s all I need to activate the Heavenly
Surveillance Talisman. If I can just—”
The dark river did not care for her pleas.
The current churned, snatching the talisman from her fingers.
Gone.
Her last hope drifted away.
So.
And so ends her story, right?
Is this the 109th way Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian has died? Another
tragic ending not written into the game?
In the darkness, images flashed before Bai Lian’s fading consciousness.
Scenes from the game.
But they were different now.
The “Battle of the Gods” was a 2D game. Those CGs had been beautifully
drawn, but they were never real.
Now, the figures before her were real.
She saw herself lying in her master’s embrace, watching An Lan cry uncontrollably.
She saw herself with her Third Martial Sister, snuggled close under the
sunset, facing death together.
She saw herself falling into an endless sea while her Second Martial
Sister screamed from the shore.
She saw—
She became the wind.
She drifted from the highest peaks of East Divine Land to the lowest valleys, across
deserts and marshlands, lakes and rivers,
across straits, and onto the frozen glaciers of North Luzhou.
She was the ruler of the sky.
Reality blurred.
By the end, Bai Lian had nearly forgotten who she was.
She floated beyond the starry sky, past the endless
chaos, and found another world.
She didn’t need anyone to tell her.
She knew.
This was the world An Lan had lived in before
she entered the Immortal World.
An Lan.
By the way.
An Lan!
“I don’t want to die!”
A single, glistening tear rolled from Bai Lian’s right eye.
That teardrop was round and bright, like a moonlit well.
Then—
A faint glow emerged from the pendant on her chest.
The Netherworld Seal.
Tong Yao had given it to her before she left. It pulsed with purple light,
slipping from its place and settling on Bai Lian’s chest, like
a block of soft tofu.
Qianhuan Real Eyes grew still.
The twinkling ★ at the corner of her eye flared.
One star, brighter than the entire galaxy.
Not even the underground river could dim its light.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
On the riverbank, a female cultivator, heavily injured, suddenly opened her eyes.
She had lingered here for a long time, searching for Bai Lian.
This was no ordinary river. Though not as mystical as the Weak Water,
it had the ability to shield cultivators’ spiritual perception.
Without hesitation, she leapt into the freezing water.
The river was bitterly cold, but she kept going.
She found the Dirty Knife and the Heavenly
Surveillance Talisman caught in the rocks.
Then, looking a thousand feet ahead—
She found Bai Lian, slowly sinking into the mud.
“Puff~”
The cultivator let out a breath.
She grabbed Bai Lian and pulled her back to shore.
At that moment, the entire palace vanished.
The dragon statue at its entrance came “alive” and soared into the
sky, dragging the altar with it.
The dragon roared.
It streaked across North Luzhou, carrying the Bronze Valley and the
Sea Grape Spring Garden into the void.
A heavy silence fell.
Countless onlookers who had rushed to the scene stood frozen,
watching in awe and terror.
Some ventured too close.
They were instantly reduced to bloody mist.
The female cultivator held her breath.
She had to leave.
Without hesitation, she activated the Heavenly Surveillance Talisman.
A white flash.
Before the first person could step into the now-vanished valley, she
carried Bai Lian away, out of the frozen land and into the
warmth of the Duxian Sect.
“Selling cakes, selling cakes! One Imperial Seal, ten low-grade Spirit Stones!”
“Taoist Friend Wang! Long time no see! How is your sister-in-law?”
The marketplace was lively, filled with cheerful voices.
The sudden contrast stunned the female cultivator.
She looked around.
Ordinary people. Mundane lives. Hard work and simple joys.
“Be a regular person?”
She glanced at Bai Lian, nestled in her arms.
A soft smile graced her lips.
Nobody would believe this
girl—
this gentle girl, like a white Persian
cat—
was once the fearsome Immortal Heavenly Lord.
She wanted to keep this secret.
She didn’t want to cultivate just for the
sake of cultivation anymore.
She wanted to live.
“Master, I want to have a good sleep.”
An Lan’s cold eyes softened.
She gently stroked Bai Lian’s hair.
“Well, sleep.”
