Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: The Jade Rabbit Is Angry!
When An Lan awoke, the sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky.
She had slept soundly that night.
When she opened her eyes, the quilt was neatly arranged, her clothes pristine, and the bed untouched by any scent. It seemed she hadn’t moved an inch.
“How rare.”
In the past, whenever she woke up, she’d find herself tangled in her clothes and the quilt. She had even considered sleeping naked to avoid this problem.
After rubbing her stiff cheek, An Lan rose from the bed.
She extended her divine sense and swept through Bai Lian’s room.
A beautiful day began when she noticed her painting hanging next to Bai Lian’s.
She laughed.
Smiling with satisfaction, An Lan was ready for the day ahead.
She left a note in the cave, then walked out of the forbidden area and headed for the Yunluo Peak’s library.
“Master An Lan?”
“Welcome!”
“Elder Martial Sister An Lan, what brings you here?”
An Lan’s sudden appearance caused quite a stir in the library. The Elder in charge was momentarily stunned.
Wait. Hadn’t An Lan been absent from the library for over a century? What was she up to today?
“Hey, old man, suffering from senile dementia?”
An Lan’s sharp cry snapped the Elder from his daze.
The Elder grumbled, “…Damn it! Although I look old, I’m still your junior brother, several decades younger than you!”
“Do you have any books on Tao halos or the mystery of life? I want to study them,” An Lan asked impatiently.
Can Jue Yunzi arrange for someone smarter to manage this library? This old man is too slow!
Having managed Qiongming Peak for hundreds of years, even with minimal action, An Lan had ensured the peak didn’t fall into decline, a feat few of the peak’s predecessors had managed.
The Elder quickly replied, “Yes, there are. Please follow me.”
An Lan entered the depths of the library.
To be honest, she didn’t hold out much hope. After all, the Duxian sect wasn’t among the top-tier sects.
After reading through the books the Elder had found, her doubts were confirmed.
An Lan frowned. “Which sect has deeper research on this topic?”
The Elder named a few sects, including the Witch Mountain Temple, located at the top of East Divine Land. It was an ancient sect with a Free Immortal, known as the fifth of the four major sects in East Divine Land.
The Witch Mountain Temple’s ranking had dropped because of the Taixuan Taoist Sect’s internal conflict. The two factions that resulted from the split—Taixuan and Taiqing—were still stronger than the Witch Mountain Temple, but the Witch Mountain Temple had argued,
“Our strength hasn’t declined but improved compared to the last ranking. Why should we suffer because of the Taixuan Taoist Sect’s mistake?”
After much debate, the Witch Mountain Temple remained among the four major sects for the time being.
An Lan wrote down the name.
“Thank you.”
She turned and walked away.
Wait!
The Elder stopped her, “Elder Martial Sister An Lan, you don’t really intend to visit the Witch Mountain Temple, do you?”
“If I can’t find anything elsewhere, I’ll have to try my luck there.”
Her voice was resolute.
An Lan had realized over the years that East Divine Land was different from other worlds. The Witch Mountain Temple might hold records about Bai Lian’s special physique.
She had to try.
Though Bai Lian often walked with “Death” shadowing her, An Lan still believed she could save her.
Without waiting for the Elder’s reply, An Lan rushed out of the Duxian sect.
—
The snow whirled.
The night was as thick as ink.
Rustle.
In the vast land of withered plants and trees, a small figure struggled forward.
It was a pink flower.
The flower was drooping, on the verge of breaking. Up close, it was covered with countless tiny scratches.
The flower seemed lifeless, its petals wrinkled and scattered as if exposed to the sun for days.
An ugly little flower demon, it kept inching its roots toward the dark gray mountain on the horizon.
It advanced only half an inch at a time, but every movement sent sharp pain through the stem, causing it to tremble for a long while.
It hurt.
“Don’t go any further!”
The flower demon urged itself in its heart.
But it couldn’t stop.
It couldn’t fall here. There was an unfinished mission, companions it had to rescue.
So, the flower demon pushed forward again.
I have to endure it!
It believed that after this pain, happiness awaited.
And it had come so far—just a little further, and it would reach the end.
The flower demon staggered on for half an hour, before stopping. Its consciousness was fading, but it saw the magic circle of spiritual symbols and seals before it.
Now, it only needed to do one thing.
Summon all its strength to push through!
But…
The flower demon never expected this.
It fell to the ground, flower facing up, only two inches from the magic circle.
Two inches—that’s the distance from the abyss to heaven.
As its life drained away, the flower demon realized that the last bit of nectar, its life-saving “Secret Medicine,” was now spilling out.
No miracles.
It looked up hopelessly at the dark night sky.
In a daze, it saw the snowflakes falling, growing denser by the moment.
Tomorrow morning, it would be buried beneath the snow, becoming fertilizer, sleeping forever at the foot of Qiongming Peak.
—
Bai Lian raised the sharp blade to stab herself.
But just before it reached her body, it froze.
This was the side effect of the protective bead An Lan had given her.
It seemed that a sudden freeze could expose more flaws than a rebound.
Overwhelmed with joy, Bai Lian suddenly heard a call at the door.
“Haw haw!”
It was the jade rabbit.
Bai Lian opened the door. “What happened?”
The jade rabbit looked anxious, ears drooping, two front paws lifted high, holding a withered flower.
Bai Lian asked, “Are you going to eat it?”
The jade rabbit immediately shook its head. “Haw!”
It raised the flower and wrote in the dirt with its ears, clearly spelling out “Save it!”
Bai Lian took the flower and scanned it with her divine sense. She quickly realized it was a dying flower demon.
She glanced at her Medical Skill: 6 points.
What use was that?!
She couldn’t heal the flower!
Should she try feeding the flower demon medical pills?
Bai Lian stared at the flower for a long time but couldn’t find a way to feed it. She wasn’t even sure if her medicine would work on it.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Lian asked again.
The jade rabbit suddenly grew furious.
It stood up, punched the air, then pinched its neck with its ears.
Was it going to beat the flower demon like that?
Bai Lian was stunned.
No, this wasn’t the time for such thoughts.
Her gaze shifted, and she saw the crooked tree outside her window.
Yes!
She remembered the Blood Tree Patriarch.
The Blood Tree Patriarch might know how to save the flower demon.
“Come with me.”
Bai Lian led the jade rabbit toward Zhuyan Mountain.
