Chapter 37 Part 2
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Chapter 37: Bai Lian, Save Me! (2)
Bai Lian walked up to the vanity. The Future Mirror quietly leaned against the corner of the wall.
She thought about it over and over again but eventually gave up on asking the Future Mirror.
This mirror is so stupid! She doesn’t know if it’s really stupid or just pretending to be.
When Bai Lian asked if there was a way to increase her cultivation base quickly, the Future Mirror replied directly, “Bai Lian, you are already invincible in the world. Leave a way out for others.”
Since it can neither predict the future nor know how to flatter its master, what use is this mirror? Bai Lian began to consider if she should let the fourth Martial Sister eat it.
In such a dismal atmosphere, Bai Lian suddenly received news on the morning of the second day that the Blood Tree Patriarch was going to cross his Guafeng Disaster.
This was a first-rate matter for the Duxian Sect! The number of powerful cultivators determines how much influence a sect has in the East Divine Land.
If it weren’t for the decline of the Duxian Sect, it would have been one of the top sects in the East Divine Land.
The founder of the Duxian Sect rose from nothing, building the powerful sect alone. However, the Duxian Sect had too little heritage and lacked Immortal Weapons. If it had possessed them, it would have surely ranked among the top four sects at the time!
It’s a pity that good times don’t last long.
When everyone expected the Duxian Sect to shine brilliantly, the prodigiously talented founder was grievously injured during a trip.
The injury was extremely strange. According to records from past sect leaders, the founder sought spiritual medicine to suppress her wound, but it was ineffective. Helplessly, she watched as the sword mark on her back grew wider, eventually resembling a deep canyon.
This sword scar suppressed the founder’s cultivation base and tormented her mental will.
To avoid going mad and harming her disciples, one night, the founder destroyed her own soul and died on Yunluo Peak.
The ascendancy of the Duxian Sect came to a halt.
Although it maintained its strength for some time, the sect eventually declined over the years.
When Yan Xiyi became the Sect Leader of the Duxian Sect, there was only one Transcendency Stage cultivator left in the entire sect!
The current elders of the Duxian Sect, including Jue Yunzi and Elder Gaoyi, were all mentored by Yan Xiyi. They inherited her determination to “revive the glory of the Duxian Sect.”
For hundreds of years, they toiled for this goal. Finally, today, they saw a glimpse of the sect’s former glory.
Could they not celebrate this?
Fire a salute for the new strong ones!
Bai Lian understood.
No wonder Master An Lan rushed away last night—she was likely discussing how to organize the celebration.
Although everyone knows she is a complete fool, she is still the master of Qiongming Peak, so she must attend the meeting.
“A group of fools, how dare you look down on me? If it weren’t for me, could you have held this celebration?”
An Lan scolded and grumbled as she passed Bai Lian. She stopped walking and said aloud, “Do not dishonor the King!”
An Lan decided to show her power, letting those fools know what it means to be a Heavenly Lord!
Even lying down, her mind completely still, An Lan could bring the atmosphere of the celebration to a climax.
Dada dada dada…
An Lan quickly retreated to Bai Lian’s side with light steps.
It’s decided. It’s you.
[Help me, Bai Lian!]
She looked up at Bai Lian with a serious expression.
“Bai Lian, I have an urgent matter these two days. The burden of Qiongming Peak falls on your shoulders.”
A task suddenly appeared before Bai Lian.
Task 1: “I won’t do anything that doesn’t have any benefits.” (Reward: Green Flame)
Task 2: Accept with pleasure (Reward: +1 Hard Skill)
Green Flame was a low-grade Spirit Fire and was considered ordinary to Bai Lian now.
After carefully thinking, Bai Lian chose Task 2.
Let me do something that will make the master comfortable before I surpass her level of strength.
Bai Lian replied, “I understand.”
“Yes!”
An Lan was very satisfied with Bai Lian’s response.
Bai Lian, as her eldest disciple, represents her will. When Bai Lian brings the celebration to a climax, it reflects An Lan’s glory.
This made perfect sense.
A bunch of fools—witness the true power of the Immortal Heavenly Lord. I don’t even need my true form to make you kneel!
An Lan quickly skated back to her cave. To avoid being found, she transferred her jade slip directly to Bai Lian.
Bai Lian held the red string on the jade slip, squinting in the warm winter sunlight.
This jade slip smells like the master!
After all, the master kept it close to her chest.
Bai Lian is not a psychopath, so she didn’t hold the jade slip in her mouth.
Go ahead.
Since there’s nothing much to do lately, it’s easy to gain skill points by engaging in more conversations with others.
…
November.
The north wind swept through and withered the grass.
In this gray and white world, the Duxian Sect was bustling as if it were New Year’s.
At first, Jue Yunzi didn’t intend to make the celebration too grand, but news spread quickly.
First, the Biluo Sect sent congratulatory gifts. Then the Tianji Sect and other friendly sects came to offer their congratulations.
Finally, even the distant Yaochi Holy Mountain and Thousand Sword City sent representatives to deliver messages.
These two were among the four renowned sects!
Jue Yunzi had to pay extra attention, increasing the celebration’s scale. Although not as grand as the eldest princess’s ceremony, it was still impressive.
“When the Yaochi Holy Mountain offered to trade their Saints for Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian, the sect leader rejected the offer without hesitation!”
“Thank goodness he refused.”
“Of course. The sect leader is so smart. He wouldn’t agree to exchange Bai Lian for even a hundred Saints!”
“If there were truly a hundred Saints…”
“No, fifty is quite a lot.”
“Twenty-five seems okay too…”
“Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian has arrived!”
On the mountain trail of Zhuyan Peak, disciples who were whispering immediately shut their mouths and stood straight.
Bai Lian walked forward in a strange manner. At one point, she thought she had arrived at the gossip center of Qingyu Peak, led by Tong Yao!
Strange.
Although Yan Yue is unreliable, she worked hard to improve her disciples’ conduct.
Bai Lian soon arrived in the forest, spotting the Blood Tree Patriarch standing deep among the trees.
Compared to before, the Blood Tree Patriarch’s crimson trunk had swollen and its crown was greener.
Good.
Full of energy!
The sound of a lyre echoed through the woods, disturbing the powerful spirit. When Bai Lian stepped closer, the lyre abruptly stopped.
“Master Yan Yue?”
She called softly.
After passing through the thick trees, Bai Lian saw a sorrowful-faced Yan Yue beside a broken seven-stringed lyre.
Oh, Bai Lian.
Yan Yue forced a smile onto her face.
Her smile was just her protective shield, but it appeared too thin, unable to hide the worry in her eyes and the furrow between her brows.
At this point, anyone who wasn’t blind could see that something was wrong.
Bai Lian recalled the moment when she had met Yan Yue a few days ago. It seemed Yan Yue had been like this ever since returning from “White Emperor City.”
It had already been over two months now.
Bai Lian bowed and said, “Master Yan Yue, I am here on behalf of my master to visit the Blood Tree Patriarch.”
“Ah,” Yan Yue nodded. “You can chat with it if you have something to say.”
“Thank you, Master Yan Yue.”
Bai Lian stepped forward to approach the Blood Tree Patriarch.
The Blood Tree Patriarch revealed its delicate nature once again.
At a glance, it could see what Bai Lian was thinking. Her unspoken thoughts mirrored its deepest concerns.
Although Yan Yue had repeatedly warned it not to speak out, things had already escalated too far. It had no choice but to break its silence.
How could it just stand by and watch Yan Yue remain trapped in distress without doing anything?
The Blood Tree Patriarch had tried to comfort Yan Yue, but its efforts had been futile. Now, it could only place its hopes on Bai Lian and her master, An Lan.
Bai Lian, who had a reputation for solving others’ troubles, surely had a way to help, right?
The Blood Tree Patriarch suddenly said, “Yan Yue… oh, she has been having nightmares recently.”
“Nightmares?”
Bai Lian was shocked.
For cultivators who could perceive the Sea of Divine Sense, dreaming was nearly unheard of.
If one suffered from nightmares, it meant either their soul had been damaged, or they were entangled by something strange.
Bai Lian immediately ruled out the second possibility.
If it were true, the Blood Tree Patriarch would have already reported it to the sect leader.
That left only one conclusion—
“Don’t talk too much!”
Yan Yue suddenly shouted. She stood up, her glare sharp and fierce as it landed on the Blood Tree Patriarch.
But the Blood Tree Patriarch acted as if it hadn’t heard her.
I’m just going to say it: You can’t beat me anyway!
“The origin of this matter can be traced back to the last trial of the sect…”
“I think you’re in for a beating!”
Yan Yue cut the Blood Tree Patriarch off and charged toward it in anger.
Dozens of vines shot out, blocking her path forward.
She waved her right hand, summoning a fiery blade that sliced through the vines, but more and more continued to sprout, thickening her obstacles.
“Snap, snap, snap.”
Rumble!
The ground erupted with mud pits.
In the small space, Yan Yue and the Blood Tree Patriarch engaged in a heated fight.
At the same time, they quarreled endlessly.
“Come on, hit me!”
“Do you think I’m not brave enough to beat you?”
“I’ve been with you for more than four hundred years, don’t I know you? If you have the guts, set me on fire!”
“Aaaahhhhh….”
In a fit of anger, Yan Yue grabbed one of the Blood Tree Patriarch’s vines and bit into it with all her strength.
It was a heavy bite.
But it didn’t hurt.
The Blood Tree Patriarch lowered a branch, gently brushing against Yan Yue’s head like a warm, comforting hand.
Be good~
“You’re always like this. There’s no need to keep everything bottled up. It’s okay to be more honest.”
Yan Yue still clung tightly to the vine, refusing to let go.
The Blood Tree Patriarch smiled.
It knew that beneath Yan Yue’s fierce demeanor, she was the one most willing to listen.
“Leave it all to me.”
