Chapter 39 Part 1

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Chapter 39: There Is Only One Good Person in the World, Bai Lian (1)

Yan Yue arrived suddenly, catching Bai Lian completely unprepared.

At that moment, Bai Lian had just opened the door and was about to take off her coat when hurried footsteps echoed behind her. She quickly spun around, startled.

Standing before her was the “girl” who always wore a purple dress.

“Yan…”

Before Bai Lian could finish her sentence, Yan Yue lunged toward her.

She was forceful and aggressive, pushing her way in without waiting for Bai Lian’s consent. In an instant, she had taken up all the space in the small room.

“Hmm~”

A hush followed.

Yan Yue immediately made a gesture, signaling for silence. Bai Lian understood what she meant.

After all, this was Qiongming Peak, the home of An Lan, and the two Martial Sisters were sleeping nearby. If they made too much noise, there was a high chance they would be caught in the act.

Yan Yue had come here quietly to avoid such a situation.

Bai Lian nodded, gesturing for Yan Yue to step further into the room. Cautiously, she closed the door behind them.

Pound!

A soft sound filled the space as they settled down, sitting side by side with red candles flickering on either side. They sat in silence for a while, the candles burning lower with each passing moment.

As the red candle melted down, a tear of wax dropped onto Yan Yue’s hand with a sharp snap, the heat breaking the silence.

“Bai Lian!”

Yan Yue leaned in, her hand grabbing Bai Lian’s sleeve. Her gaze was no longer that of an elder—it was different, filled with something else.

She had always been sensible and knew when to stay and when to move on.

Who was Bai Lian?

Bai Lian was the Immortal Emperor, capable of slaying Blood Demons with ease. But she was also a Natural Saint, with a heart full of kindness and a broad, generous mind.

At that moment, Yan Yue could only place her hopes in Bai Lian. It made sense. Despite the vast difference in their ages—at least twenty times that of Yan Yue—Bai Lian would be more than just a mother figure; she could even be a grandmother.

“I’m about to give up,” Yan Yue’s voice trembled, filled with emotion. “I thought this nightmare would eventually end. I thought it was just a matter of toughing it out, but…the Blood Tree, it…”

Her voice caught in her throat.

“It’s all my fault. If it can’t survive the Guafeng Disaster, it must be because of me.”

Bai Lian stared, her gaze fixed on Yan Yue’s face, which was now so close to hers. She didn’t cry, but her features were tight with emotion, her little face wrinkling in a way that made her look utterly pitiful.

The last time Bai Lian had seen this expression was when Qing Luan had flown away. That night, Master Xu had come to speak with her, sharing his own worries.

Was this “business expansion”?

The people who had come to her before had always been around her age, but now, the elder sister from the previous generation had appeared!

There were so many “problem children” in this world.

Including Bai Lian, the “Elder Martial Sister,” half of the people in the game were abnormal.

Fortunately, this was still a world of reason.

There would be no sudden NPC who would creepily say, “I never expected my wife to be your companion. We should get closer.”

Bai Lian supported Yan Yue’s waist, contemplating whether it would be best to call An Lan over at that moment.

It was likely impossible for her alone to solve the problem. Only with An Lan’s help could they find a swift resolution.

But Yan Yue didn’t want that.

She didn’t want An Lan to see her like this. If she had, she would have tugged on An Lan’s skirt, just like they did when they were children.

No.

Bai Lian thought it over carefully. That left them with no choice but to take a step back.

“Let’s go to Silver Frost Valley first,” she said to Yan Yue.

In the world of cultivation, everything had its own karma. Yan Yue had encountered a problem when she arrived at Silver Frost Valley, so there must be something in that place affecting her.

Bai Lian didn’t expect to find that specific thing, but she planned to go through the motions with Yan Yue and let An Lan know what had happened quietly once they were on their way.

Yan Yue agreed, and the two of them mounted the wind, soon ascending into the clouds.

Meanwhile, the Immortal Heavenly Lord, An Lan, clenched her fists tightly, her anger growing with each passing moment.

O(≧口≦)o

An Lan hadn’t been this furious in a long time.

Bai Lian and Yan Yue together? No way!

Bai Lian showing her respect to An Lan? Yes, of course!

But Yan Yue? She was a lifelong nemesis!

An Lan should have taken stronger measures in the past, directly “defecting” from the Duxian Sect to prevent Bai Lian from becoming entangled with Yan Yue.

It was her fault.

She had neglected to educate Bai Lian properly.

If only she had told Bai Lian earlier that Yan Yue wasn’t someone worth getting too close to, this entire mess wouldn’t have happened.

Buzz—

At that moment, An Lan’s chest vibrated suddenly.

“Hmm?”

She reached out and retrieved the jade slip that Bai Lian had returned to her a few days ago, still smelling faintly of Bai Lian.

“What message did Bai Lian send?”

After reading the message Bai Lian had secretly written, An Lan smiled contentedly, sighing deeply.

“My disciple is the first great filial piety of the Duxian Sect!”

Unbeknownst to Bai Lian, she was being followed. Nevertheless, she still informed An Lan about the private meeting with Yan Yue.

What was this?

This was “filial piety”!

An Lan was in an excellent mood now.

She had misjudged Bai Lian!

She hadn’t run away; Yan Yue didn’t want her to see, so she insisted on keeping it private.

About half an hour later, Bai Lian and Yan Yue arrived at Silver Frost Valley via a teleportation scroll.

Despite its name, “Silver Frost” was a lush and verdant place, full of gurgling streams and thriving vegetation. But now, the valley was filled with fresh blood, tears, yellow paper, and white cloth.

This was once a peaceful place where ordinary people lived—mountain folk leading simple lives, rising with the sun and retiring at sunset.

“It was probably two years ago…” Yan Yue began, telling Bai Lian about the history of Silver Frost Valley.

Demon cultivators, unable to fit in elsewhere, had settled here and claimed the valley as their own. They sacrificed the mountain folk to conduct evil sorcery.

When the Duxian Sect had received news of this, they had chosen Silver Frost Valley as a trial ground, sending disciples to deal with the demon cultivators.

“That day was right here.”

In the desolate wilds of the valley, Yan Yue pointed to an open space.

She had been playing the lyre here and had fallen asleep while playing. That was when the nightmare had begun, the nightmare that never seemed to end.

“So, what was the nightmare about?” Bai Lian asked, wanting to understand the roots of the issue.

If she could understand both the origin and the depth, she could help resolve it.

Yan Yue paced back and forth on the wasteland, her mind heavy with memories.