Chapter 12 Part 2
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“Fairy Bai Lian, I believe in you. Just go ahead. Either way, it can’t get any worse!”
Elder Martial Brother Zhao’s voice rang with misplaced confidence.
He had heard tales of Natural Saints being exceptionally attuned to spiritual power. Even without formal training, they could supposedly dismantle simple forbidden arrays using their “special abilities.”
Bai Lian opened her mouth to protest but quickly stopped herself.
“It can’t get any worse?” she thought. “Why does that feel so insulting?”
Reluctantly, she nodded. Fine, let’s see what happens.
Bai Lian recalled that her Magic Circle skill had inexplicably reached 4 points. Surely that had to count for something.
“You two follow me,” she said, taking cautious steps toward the bound stone platform.
To her surprise, as soon as she stepped into the forbidden array, the flow of its spiritual power became vividly clear to her, as though a detailed map had unfolded in her mind.
She followed the path effortlessly, weaving through the barriers until she reached the bound Martial Sister Wu. With a deft motion, she disabled the array, allowing Elder Martial Brother Zhao to rush forward and free their injured companion.
“Elder Martial Sister Wu!”
Xia Qingqing’s cries were filled with guilt and sorrow.
Elder Martial Brother Zhao, though relieved, couldn’t help but stare at Bai Lian in awe.
She had navigated the array without breaking a sweat. Her expression remained calm, as though this was a trivial task.
“If this isn’t a Natural Saint,” he thought, “then what is?”
His admiration deepened when he realized that despite her abilities, Bai Lian still carried herself humbly, like a diligent disciple.
“If someone like her works this hard,” he murmured to himself, “then why shouldn’t I?”
Nearby, Su Youwei observed the events silently.
The grand palace on the sand dunes had been destroyed, shattered by the cold brilliance of Martial Brother Zhao’s lance.
Sand whirled into a massive *vortex, swallowing everything around it into endless darkness.
[*a whirling mass of fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind.]
Su Youwei hadn’t expected to return to the Red Moon Sect so soon after her rebirth, nor had she imagined its once-dreaded might would crumble so easily.
Is this the world where the strong dictate life and death?
She stared at her trembling hands, a mix of emotions roiling within her.
In her previous life, she had only focused on vengeance. Yet now, an unsettling thought struck her:
If I succeed in avenging my family, what comes next? What can these bloodstained hands build?
Her reflection was interrupted by movement in the distance.
A figure stumbled out of the collapsing palace, his panicked movements unmistakable.
Du Fengyu—the son of the Red Moon Sect leader, the villain who orchestrated her family’s demise in her previous life.
Rage surged through Su Youwei’s veins, overpowering even the warm, calming “正” character etched on her wrist.
Du Fengyu froze, his wild eyes locking onto hers.
“It’s you?”
Recognition dawned in his expression, quickly replaced by a sneer.
The Su family’s adopted daughter, a weakling, dared to glare at him with murderous intent? If not for the forbidden array’s sudden failure, he would have relished teaching her a lesson.
Su Youwei’s body trembled, her fury reaching a boiling point.
She knew she was no match for Du Fengyu, but she couldn’t just stand by and let him escape.
Bai Lian, watching from the side, noticed Su Youwei’s volatile expression and felt a familiar sensation.
New task options appeared before her:
[Task 1: Take the lead for your younger Martial Sister and capture Du Fengyu (Reward: a medium-grade magic tool – Long-life Lock)]
[Task 2: Let Du Fengyu leave (Reward: Spiritual Herb – Virtual Spiritual Root)]
Now was not the time for hesitation.
If Bai Lian allowed Du Fengyu to escape without acting, how could she claim to be a capable Elder Martial Sister?
Without a second thought, she chose Task 1.
“Junior sister.”
Bai Lian gently wrapped her hand around Su Youwei’s small fist.
Though her palm couldn’t completely enclose Su Youwei’s fist, the warmth from her touch passed through, calming her trembling form.
Su Youwei slowly steadied herself, lifting her head as her eyes regained focus.
“You owe me. After you return, reflect on yourself. Don’t let your internal demon control you so easily.”
Bai Lian raised Su Youwei’s left hand and carefully inscribed another “正” on her wrist.
Su Youwei watched in silence as Bai Lian shot toward Du Fengyu with incredible speed. By the time she blinked, Bai Lian had already arrived and placed Du Fengyu sprawled in front of her.
“Here.”
Bai Lian’s voice was calm as she handed the Dirt Free Sword to Su Youwei.
Was Bai Lian asking her to kill Du Fengyu herself?
Su Youwei hesitated, extending her hand but pulling back when she saw the fresh “正” on the sword’s hilt.
“If I kill Du Fengyu, will I be free of my internal demon?”
Images of endless bloodshed flashed through her mind, filling her with doubt. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that simple.
A bitter smile tugged at her lips. The Way of Shura had already taken root deep within her soul, entwining her fate.
But then, she felt Bai Lian’s hand hold hers once more.
Su Youwei looked up silently, meeting Bai Lian’s gaze.
Though Bai Lian’s expression was unreadable, her calm, steady eyes were like the serene sea under a vast summer night sky.
In that moment, Su Youwei felt a wave of tranquility wash over her, a rare inner peace she hadn’t known since her nightmare had begun.
It was as if, for the first time, she could breathe again.
Taking the Dirt Free Sword in hand, Su Youwei moved decisively and stabbed Du Fengyu, who had been desperately pleading.
Even if this moment was just a fleeting dream, she was willing to embrace it. At least in this dream, she could find some semblance of happiness before it shattered.
The night stretched on, and soon, Bai Lian found herself holding Su Youwei, who had succumbed to exhaustion and fallen into a peaceful sleep.
A rare smile tugged at Bai Lian’s lips as she watched over her younger Martial Sister.
What a long night.
The third Martial Sister, curled up like a contented kitten, blinked open her eyes.
“Elder Martial Sister.”
Bai Lian laughed softly, her heart swelling with warmth.
At last, the third Martial Sister had called her Elder Martial Sister!
Su Youwei’s sleepy voice spoke again, her words filled with sincerity.
“One day, I will return these two ‘正’ characters to you. Only you are worthy of them.”
Bai Lian’s smile wavered, her heart softening at Su Youwei’s words.
“(꒪⌓꒪)”
Zhu Xian
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