Chapter 8 Part 2
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Chapter 8: I Wish I Was the Star and You Were the Moon (2)
She gazed at the pool of water on the ground, the reflected light shimmering like a red candle lit for a birthday celebration.
In the glow of the imagined candlelight, she saw a familiar face.
Every year, no matter how busy her father was, he would take time to celebrate her birthday. He’d always ask her what she wanted to be now that she was a year older.
Make a wish.
Pressing her hand against the window frame, she whispered,
“Today, I want to celebrate my birthday with my father!”
Turning toward the knife hidden beneath her bed, she suddenly froze, her breath catching in her throat.
In that moment, a sight she would never forget appeared before her.
A dazzling light pierced the dark, rainy night.
She turned back toward the window, witnessing a meteor streaking across the sky.
Later, she learned how rare it was to see a meteor on a rainy night. It seemed she was the only one who had witnessed it that night.
As the gentle white light from the meteor shone through her window, she felt a profound sense of salvation.
That warmth—so tender, so familiar—reminded her of her father’s love, yet it was softer, perhaps like the embrace of a mother she never knew.
When the meteor vanished, so too did her pain. Her wound had miraculously healed.
That birthday, her sixteenth, became a turning point.
Without the meteor’s light, there would’ve been no future for her.
—
The years that followed weren’t kind. Time and again, she was branded as the Obsolete Spiritual Root.
Had it not been for the memory of that meteor, she might have succumbed to despair.
And yet, when ridicule and scorn threatened to break her spirit, when the gaze of evil cultivators chilled her resolve, when she thought of ending it all—a figure clad in elegant white appeared.
It was Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian.
Bai Lian’s words, “Master asked me to take you back to the Qiongming Peak,” pulled her from the depths of despair.
And when Bai Lian declared, “Don’t bully the poor girl,” it was as if the sun had risen in her world once more.
Though doubts lingered in her heart, they didn’t stop her from basking in the warmth Bai Lian brought to her life.
That warmth… it felt like meeting the meteor all over again.
Her once-dim eyes began to shine.
For the first time, she escaped the cage of her past and found someone waiting for her outside: her beloved Bai Lian.
—
Whenever she faced challenges, there was always light to guide her forward.
Perhaps she was meant to see the world in her own unique way.
With newfound resolve, she decided: I will take back what I’ve lost.
It wasn’t about proving her greatness to others. She simply wanted to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
“By myself,” she whispered.
—
As the memories faded, Xiao Jinse returned to the present.
Something clicked within her.
Had I forgotten my original intentions?
She had grown accustomed to admiring Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian and enjoying all the warmth she provided.
But… had she ever given Bai Lian anything in return?
Emotions are a two-way street.
If only one person gives, the bond cannot last forever.
“Elder Martial Sister,” she murmured.
Gently, she reached out and held Bai Lian’s hand, still resting on her abdomen.
“This isn’t your fault.”
But Bai Lian shook her head.
Xiao Jinse couldn’t understand the story behind Bai Lian’s guilt.
In the original game, the Second Martial Sister was destined to grow into the Holy Spirit Goddess, revered by the world. She achieved that status through her own strength and determination—her pride, her victory.
But Bai Lian had disrupted that path.
The Second Martial Sister, a phoenix meant to soar high, was now confined to shallow waters.
What’s worse, Bai Lian had hurt her, both physically and emotionally.
Even if the pain had faded, the memory of the initial wound lingered.
—
Bai Lian took Xiao Jinse’s hand, placing a sword in her palm.
The sword was warm, having been soaked in Bai Lian’s Spirit Qi for so long.
“Now, you can stab me in return,” Bai Lian said softly.
Xiao Jinse’s eyes widened in shock.
“Elder Martial Sister, no! It was an accident. These things happen during training. You don’t need to blame yourself!”
But Bai Lian remained resolute.
Opening her arms wide, she declared,
“Come on. Do it.”
“No,” Xiao Jinse shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Finally, unable to refuse Bai Lian’s stubbornness, Xiao Jinse relented. She held the sword with trembling hands and gently pressed it against Bai Lian’s body.
“Alright… I’ll do it,” she whispered.
Her movements were hesitant, her touch featherlight.
When the blade finally pierced Bai Lian’s skin, warm blood began to flow.
Bai Lian smiled—a foolish, yet contented smile.
Sometimes, she thought, being a little foolish made life easier.
Xiao Jinse, horrified, pulled the sword out.
“Elder Martial Sister, I—”
Bai Lian stopped her, taking her hand once more.
With a gentle glow of Spirit Qi, Bai Lian’s wound healed in an instant.
A drop of her blood rose into the air, meeting a drop of Xiao Jinse’s blood. Together, they merged into a gem-like ruby, shining brilliantly.
“Although we’re not related by blood,” Bai Lian said, “you are one of the most important people in my life.”
Xiao Jinse nodded, her heart aching with longing.
If only I could be the most important person, not just one of them.
She threw the sword aside and wrapped her arms around Bai Lian.
“Elder Martial Sister,” she whispered, “I want to go back to my hometown.”
She needed to rediscover herself, to find her original heart.
“Then let’s go together,” Bai Lian said, embracing her tightly.
Your happiness is my happiness.
She smiled.
I wish I was the star, and you were the moon, so every night we could shine upon each other.