Chapter 32 Part 1

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Chapter 32: Is This the Will of Bai Lian? (1)

To fully unleash one’s potential, a good attitude is essential.

Here, Bai Lian couldn’t help but silently thank her Innocent Heart, gifted by the system. But her gratitude didn’t stop there—she also owed thanks to Tong Yao.

It was you who spent three years spreading rumors about me, making me thick-skinned at a young age!

Thank you, Younger Martial Sister Tong!

Now, no one has a higher tolerance for stress than I do!

“Younger Martial Sister Tong, I’ve decided—when I surpass your father, the Lord of the Hades Palace, I’ll let you feel the tenderness of Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s palm!”

(In other words, I’m going to slap your butt.)

—

In her battle with Nishang, Bai Lian realized once again the importance of mental fortitude.

Though Nishang’s strength was on par with hers, her psychological resilience faltered during the heat of battle.

For instance, if Nishang and Bai Lian possessed equal abilities, launched identical attacks, and endured the same impacts, the outcomes would differ vastly. Bai Lian could continue unfazed, while Nishang would grow breathless, lose focus, and eventually collapse in exhaustion.

A truly formidable person needed more than just powerful fists and skilled techniques—they needed an indomitable heart.

“Do you want to continue?” Bai Lian asked Nishang, who appeared to be on the brink of surrender.

By now, the battle should have been over.

Bai Lian, considering that Nishang, despite being a Demon Sect disciple, fought honorably, saw no need to continue.

It’s difficult to kill Nishang outright.

To defeat her completely would require an entire day of relentless combat since their actual strength was closely matched. Bai Lian figured it’d be better to reach the Guangtong Sect’s Passenger Station sooner.

But her words had an unexpected effect—they became the spark that reignited Nishang’s fighting spirit.

—

Nishang’s resolve flared up like a crimson flame.

At first, Bai Lian was stunned. What is going on?

However, her confusion was soon replaced by fascination as she observed the flames surrounding Nishang.

This wasn’t the hottest flame Bai Lian had encountered. She had felt higher temperatures from Qing Luan, flames capable of igniting even the heart.

But these flames were different—they were the pure embodiment of fighting spirit.

Some people were born to fight, not out of a sense of right or wrong, but simply as an expression of their unyielding will.

Will.

Bai Lian’s thoughts drifted to the Yu Ying Sword strapped to her back. Then, to her Fourth Younger Martial Sister and the memory of the shattered sword piercing her heart.

The night will burn itself out eventually.

Ultimately, anyone who refuses to be defeated by themselves can be likened to an Eternal Bright Lamp, illuminating even the darkest paths.

What about me?

In this moment, Bai Lian entered a peculiar, almost transcendent state of mind.

Perhaps the reason she had never been defeated was that her journey wasn’t over. She had yet to witness the salvation of those she cared about.

This road is hard to walk.

As everyone knows, the protagonists of web novels often find themselves surrounded by enemies. If several such protagonists were to come together, the chaos would be unimaginable.

I’d die miserably, Bai Lian thought.

But she couldn’t stop.

She had decided not to run away. In this world, she had found a sense of belonging.

Would you abandon your children to save yourself?

Others might choose differently, but Bai Lian wouldn’t.

—

Bai Lian looked up, her gaze fixed on the “Flaming Nishang,” whose aura had merged with her long lance.

She smiled.

Though she didn’t understand why Nishang was so determined to fight her, Bai Lian decided to honor her will.

Good and evil aside, unyielding determination deserved respect.

Bai Lian had always been tolerant of such things.

“Water Fist!”

Bai Lian clenched her right fist.

The spirit Qi in her body surged like a rushing river. The intense heat shattered under the force of Bai Lian’s water-element Qi, and the air seemed to calm.

The wind died down. The snow stopped falling.

Three thousand feet above the ground, the former Saint of Yaochi Holy Mountain found herself engulfed by a torrent of snow and ice.

As the sun broke through the storm, colorful rainbows appeared in the water’s mist.

Her sister, who had been fervently cheering for Nishang, was just as stunned. They both stood like frozen statues—two “snowmen” decorating this breathtaking scene.

—

The silence was absolute.

The beauty of the scene—the flames and torrents dividing the world, the relentless clash of elements—was stunning.

The former Saint could feel it:

The will of one could affect all those nearby.

For the first time, she felt a burning determination that melted her own icy composure. Her once still heart shifted from the cold of winter to the warmth of early spring, rippling with newfound energy.

“Is this the will of a Saint?” she murmured.

Compared to Bai Lian, she was far too weak.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” she continued quietly, “if Yaochi Holy Mountain traded us for Bai Lian to join the Duxian Sect.”

Her younger sister turned to her in shock.

“Sister, what are you talking about?!”

The former Saint placed a calming hand on the little girl’s shoulder.

“I’m only considering the Holy Mountain’s perspective. Now, hush. Open your mind and feel it with your heart.”

“I…”

Though her shoulders trembled, the little girl obeyed.

—

She held her breath, relaxed her body, and focused.

When her mind touched the wills surrounding the clash, she felt two distinct sensations.

One was fiery and intense, so hot it nearly burned her consciousness. She recoiled instinctively.

The other was broad and gentle, wrapping her like a warm embrace. It reminded her of the comfort of being cradled by her mother.

The little girl felt as though she were floating in the clouds, utterly at peace.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” her sister’s voice asked.

“Mm-hmm,” the girl murmured.

She hadn’t expected the red-haired big sister, Nishang, to possess such warmth…

But then her expression froze.

Wait a second.

She realized she had made a mistake.

That gentle warmth wasn’t from Nishang.

It was from Bai Lian!

Bai Lian… mother-like warmth?

Her face turned pale.

Bai Lian wants to be my mother?!

(๑ʘ̅дʘ̅๑)!!!

Unaware of her sister’s spiraling thoughts, the former Saint stroked her head.

“Don’t judge someone based on unfounded rumors. You’re a Saint now. Act with grace and dignity.”

“…”

The little girl said nothing, silently lamenting her sister’s selflessness.

—

Her sister had always been an admirable Saint.

But when she resigned, it caught the entire sect by surprise.

Ultimately, the sect leader decided that the younger sister would inherit the title.

Though she initially refused—believing the role belonged to her sister—she eventually relented, vowing to hold the position until her sister returned.

Now, she couldn’t help but lower her head.

Compared to my sister, I’m truly useless.

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