Chapter 42 Part 2
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Chapter 42: Yan Yue: Then You Raise Me! (2)
The gentle tone shattered suddenly, giving way to an intense outburst.
“What are you thinking? Do you really think you are Gong Xuexin?”
“Huh?”
Yan Yue froze, caught off guard.
An Lan sneered, her voice sharp, “You are you. You are not Gong Xuexin at all. Gong Xuexin died long ago. You’re just unlucky enough to be influenced by the Past Stele. I’m helping you erase that influence now. Don’t kid yourself. Just you? Do you think you can compare to Gong Xuexin, the founder of the Duxian sect?”
“…”
Yan Yue opened her mouth but had no words.
I’m sorry, I’m just a waste.
Even Bai Lian was at a loss. Something about An Lan’s tone felt off.
An Lan rarely shifted her attitude so drastically. There had to be a reason.
Without a word, An Lan stood up and retrieved the Past Stele.
“I’ll give it to you later.”
“Huh?” Bai Lian blinked, surprised. She had planned to hand the stele over to An Lan, but it turned out they shared the same idea.
“Go back,” An Lan ordered firmly.
No one argued.
Within moments, they had returned to Qiongming Peak. An Lan promptly retreated to her cave. She picked up a melon, intending to eat it, but her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed something.
Yan Yue hadn’t left.
“This scum!” An Lan exclaimed, springing to her feet in frustration.
—
In Bai Lian’s room, Yan Yue sat nervously across from her.
“Bai Lian, I want to talk to you.”
Bai Lian nodded, her tone calm. “No problem, Master Yan Yue.”
They sat face to face, separated by a flickering red candle, a cup of strong tea placed in front of each of them.
“You’d better call me Yan Yue. It’s easier for me to accept that way.”
Yan Yue took a sip of tea, her movements hesitant. Though only the two of them were in the room, an invisible weight hung in the air, pressing on her chest.
The memories from her dream felt vivid—too real to dismiss.
Struggling to find her words, she quickly downed another cup of tea.
—
Breaking the silence, Yan Yue spoke up, “An Lan may say I was influenced by the Past Stele, but those experiences… they felt too real.”
A sigh escaped her lips. “Anyway, thank you. Both you and An Lan.”
Bai Lian shook her head, her voice soft. “We’re family. There’s no need to thank me.”
Family.
Yan Yue’s thoughts drifted to the Blood Tree Patriarch. “I never imagined the Blood Tree would secretly copy my diary.”
Bai Lian smiled gently. “The Blood Tree Patriarch cares about you.”
Yan Yue nodded. “I know. And you’re right. I’ve been too proud for too long, far too used to it…” Her voice faltered, trailing off.
Outside the room, An Lan had paused by the window. She strained to listen, her curiosity piqued.
—
Yan Yue continued, her tone softening. “Your Shifu… she’s the same. I know she doesn’t truly hate me. Sure, she’s bullied me before, but I know it’s because I bothered her and made trouble. She could have exposed my lies to my father so many times, but she didn’t.”
An Lan remained silent, her emotions complicated.
So, you do know!
Tears welled up in Yan Yue’s eyes. “I was just… scared. Back then, I was so alone. My Elder Martial Sisters were so much older than me. My father was always preoccupied with religious affairs, and I wouldn’t see him for days at a time…”
She paused, remembering the day Yan Xiyi brought An Lan back to the sect.
“This is your Elder Martial Sister An Lan,” Yan Xiyi had said, pulling the sullen girl forward.
Little Yan Yue’s eyes had lit up. For the first time, she had a Martial Sister close to her age.
She had only one thought at that moment: I want to play with An Lan!
—
Now, Yan Yue’s voice quivered. “I never understood what I thought of your master before, but after spending the night with you, I realized something. I see her as both my sister and my mother.”
Bai Lian’s expression stiffened.
What do you mean by ‘spending the night with me’? Don’t say such misleading things!
An Lan was still eavesdropping outside the window.
Yan Yue suddenly bowed her head, her voice choked with emotion. “Compared to the founder, the Blood Tree Patriarch, and your master, I am nothing but a waste.”
“Master Yan…”
“Call me Yan Yue!”
“…”
Yan Yue stood abruptly and walked to Bai Lian, throwing herself into her arms.
“Bai Lian, am I truly useless? Do I only cause trouble and rely on others for everything?”
Bai Lian hesitated, wanting to push her away. But seeing the tears in Yan Yue’s eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she gently patted her back.
“No, Yan… You are truly remarkable.”
Yan Yue shook her head, refusing to believe it. “You don’t have to comfort me. I know the truth.”
Bai Lian sighed. “Even so, living like this isn’t bad. No one will blame you. My dream is to live peacefully, just like you.”
Yan Yue blinked, surprised. “Really?”
“Really!” Bai Lian’s face was serious.
But Yan Yue didn’t believe her. You’re an Immortal Emperor! How could someone like you want to live the way I do?
Wiping her tears, Yan Yue asked, “Since you say that, will you raise me?”
A mischievous smile crept onto her face as she looked up, eager to see Bai Lian’s reaction.
But before Bai Lian could respond, something outside the window caught Yan Yue’s eye.
She froze.
Standing there, glaring at them, was someone all too familiar—
An Lan!
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Her face was dark with fury.
