Chapter 41 Part 1
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Chapter 41: An Lan: What Are You Doing?! (1)
Bai Lian’s movements were gentle, almost tender.
She took the initiative.
Yan Yue slowly began to rise.
At first, she was a broken doll, crying, exhausted, her body limp and completely at the mercy of another.
No matter what Bai Lian did, it seemed as if Yan Yue didn’t even notice.
But once Bai Lian flew into the cloud of this chaotic world of consciousness, everything began to shift.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Even in her state of constant self-denial, Yan Yue could no longer ignore what Bai Lian was forcing her to do.
Bai Lian wasn’t just trying to hold her; she was trying to ignite something within her!
Yan Yue’s body felt incredibly hot, almost as if it were red-hot iron.
Every place where Bai Lian touched seemed to burn, as though the smallest friction could spark a fire.
Before this, no one had ever held her like this.
Not her father.
Not the Blood Tree Patriarch.
Not even An Lan.
An Lan had held her once, but only for a moment. Then, she had tossed her onto the bed and teased her, tickling her little feet wrapped in white socks.
That had been far more physical than what was happening now.
But this… this was different.
It wasn’t unpleasant.
Despite the overwhelming heat, Yan Yue found herself enduring it.
In fact, she stopped thinking about whether she was a “waste”—the feeling inside her was something entirely new.
After the intense discomfort, she found a strange joy, a comfort she had never experienced before.
Perhaps… perhaps letting Bai Lian continue wouldn’t be so bad.
But then…
In that moment, An Lan’s face flashed in her mind.
She was An Lan’s Martial Sister, and Bai Lian was An Lan’s eldest disciple.
This… this shouldn’t be happening.
It felt wrong.
Yan Yue’s resistance grew stronger.
She wanted to push Bai Lian away, to remove her from her body.
But, in the chaos of her mind, she couldn’t fully process what was happening.
And soon, she realized something.
She couldn’t do it.
She was useless.
Helpless.
Under Bai Lian’s influence, her body had become soft and pliable, like mud.
She couldn’t even muster the strength to push Bai Lian away, let alone do anything else.
How can I say I can’t do anything?
Yan Yue grit her teeth, trying again and again, but each time she failed.
Over and over, the question gnawed at her:
“Am I just a waste?”
The emotional turmoil within her soul brought an overwhelming sense of disruption.
The sky above seemed to shift in response, thunder rumbled in the distance.
Just moments ago, Bai Lian had thought she was galloping alongside Yan Yue.
But now, the storm before her was far greater, more dangerous than she had imagined.
This isn’t going to be easy after all!
Bai Lian’s expression turned grim.
A force—some kind of will—was desperately trying to hold onto Yan Yue.
If this had been the real world, with her 609 points of Focus, she could have easily overpowered it.
But now, in Yan Yue’s soul, things were different.
The will had an exit blocked, and with malicious force, it pressed in from every direction.
Bai Lian knew that if she wasn’t careful, she could be trapped here forever—or worse, consumed by Yan Yue.
Bai Lian glanced down at Yan Yue, who had curled up like a cooked shrimp, her body trembling.
The simplest and most effective solution would be to end it all.
She could just destroy Yan Yue.
But that wasn’t her goal.
She wasn’t here to solve the problem by eliminating the person causing it.
She was here to help Yan Yue, to save her.
Go for it!
With a determined look in her eyes, Bai Lian steeled herself.
Give it everything you’ve got!
Her eyes gradually sharpened as the murderer White Emperor Bai Lian reappeared in full force.
“No matter who tries to stop me today, I’m taking her away!”
With a single arm, she tightly embraced Yan Yue.
A sword materialized in her right hand.
Her sharp gaze slowly expanded, turning into two brilliant galaxies.
This was the power of Qianhuan Real Eyes.
For years, Bai Lian had refrained from using this technique, fearful of draining herself.
But now, the situation had changed.
For one of the closest people to her, Bai Lian would do anything.
And this was a world ruled by the soul—Qianhuan Real Eyes’s true domain.
See Through Vacuity!
Without hesitation, Bai Lian invoked the powerful spell.
Her eyes, already brilliant, now glittered with piercing silver light.
Silver light poured down like a torrential rain.
The desolate aura of Qianhuan Real Eyes erupted, surging like a heavenly pillar crashing into the ocean, stirring up waves that could overturn the seas.
A miraculous sight unfolded before her eyes.
It seemed that Bai Lian had discovered the will’s weakness.
The roaring waves vanished as if they had never been,
The thick clouds split apart, revealing a rift in the sky.
Through it, sunlight poured down, casting light upon all directions.
Bai Lian took a deep breath, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.
The rift was the exit.
She had made it!
At key moments, one must be resolute—whether man or woman.
With Yan Yue still in her arms, Bai Lian surged toward the crack.
The calm she felt now would be short-lived.
Bai Lian knew her limits.
Her energy was fading fast.
As soon as Qianhuan Real Eyes started to weaken, the willpower would overwhelm her with a far more terrifying force.
The best course of action was clear: act quickly.
Push forward with the speed of the wind!
In less than three seconds, Bai Lian moved at lightning speed.
Before Yan Yue could even register what was happening, Bai Lian had escaped through the crack.
White light rippled outward like a tidal wave.
And when the world around her returned to normal, Bai Lian found herself back in the real world.
She sat on the ground, cross-legged, Yan Yue cradled in her embrace, her head resting against Bai Lian’s chest.
The stars above twinkled brightly in the sky.
As soon as Yan Yue shifted, Bai Lian’s body trembled violently.
“No—-”
Bai Lian raised a hand to her right eye.
She had already shut down Qianhuan Real Eyes in time, but the backlash had still drained most of her energy.
Her soul burned with pain, her awareness hazy.
But she could manage for now.
At least, she could still ensure Yan Yue’s safety, getting her back to Qiongming Peak.
As for herself…
She needed rest.
A deep sleep.
Bai Lian slowly climbed to her feet.
Yan Yue was still unconscious, but her breathing had stabilized.
