Chapter 30
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Chapter 30: Title
Corpses felt no pain; only instinct drove them forward. Destruction at Mu Huaiyun’s level couldn’t halt their march.
“Envelop them with spiritual power to forcibly destroy their bodies,” Ye Qingshang advised.
She summoned Qianyu, channeling spiritual power onto the blade. The sword left the barrier, its jade hue intensifying as it encircled one villager. Under overwhelming spiritual power, the corpse crumbled to ash.
Mu Huaiyun mimicked Ye Qingshang’s technique, activating Moon’s Shadow. Together they annihilated dozens of corpses.
Yet the villagers were too numerous. The dense crowd made precise spiritual strikes difficult. When Mu Huaiyun severed one villager’s arm, gushing green liquid corroded the barrier and sprayed toward him.
“Careful!” Ye Qingshang deflected the fluid with spiritual power. “That liquid is toxic—likely blended corpse and monster poison. Avoid contact.”
As Ye Qingshang and Mu Huaiyun fought side by side, the others cast aside their pity and joined the battle.
Destroying corpses demanded immense spiritual power. Though all hundred disciples were elites, the sheer quantity overwhelmed them. After eradicating nearly three hundred corpses, their spiritual power depleted, forcing retreat beyond the village.
Corpse roars echoed behind them while light rain drizzled, chilling their bones.
“Quick! A cave ahead—everyone inside!”
Mu Huaiyun, Ye Qingshang, and Qiao Zhu sealed the entrance. Veiled by night, the cave became a silent refuge.
Most remaining corpses lacked awareness; sightless, they’d wander aimlessly. With the entrance sealed and traces hidden, they couldn’t be tracked.
A few days’ rest would restore spiritual power for renewed combat.
However…
Ye Qingshang sighed, shaking her head at the disciples’ ashen faces and broken morale.
Destroying mortal flesh—especially puppet-like corpses—delivered brutal visual and psychological blows. No wonder they were shattered.
“Sister Ye…” Qiao Zhu looked pale, likely from spiritual exhaustion. “If we rest here for days without stopping those corpses… will the monster poison spread worse?”
“It’s difficult to say. But even deeply poisoned victims retain a sliver of hope—within seven days of death, spiritual power might expel the toxin. Eliminating all corpses quickly could reverse this.”
“Besides, we’ve done our utmost. These numbers exceed what a hundred can handle. Without aid from other sects…”
Ye Qingshang drew out a sound transmission talisman.
The journey from Frostbite Sect to Yunshan Sect took three days even by sword-flight. Her master’s formidable power ensured his swift arrival, but other Frostbite disciples might lag. Yunshan Sect’s isolation hindered seeking help elsewhere. Only recalling her master and Mu Shezhi could halt the poison’s spread fastest.
Yet they hunted Yin Huai. If that mission failed now, devastation would reach beyond Quan Village.
Forget it… She stored the talisman.
“Qiao Zhu, any healing pills left? Distribute them.”
“A few, but they won’t last. I brought many spells though—layered, they’ll hasten spiritual recovery.”
“Spells consume spiritual power too. You’re drained—don’t push yourself.”
“Hmm, I know. It’s fine.” Qiao Zhu smiled, though her pale face looked unconvincing. She glanced away, cutting off Ye Qingshang’s protest. “Sister Ye, rather than minding me, you should check on the young master. His spiritual power must’ve drained greatly today after destroying so many corpses…”
Her concerned tone drew Ye Qingshang’s gaze toward Mu Huaiyun nearby.
He stood guard at the cave entrance, leaning sideways, his figure lonely and weathered.
As she approached, his ashen face came into view—gone was his usual steadiness, his eyes dimmed. Though clearly young, he now resembled a storm-battered kitten, pitiful and wretched.
Ye Qingshang’s heart clenched sharply.
It mirrored how someone had once looked at her in a past life.
Back then, to halt spreading demon poison, they’d ruthlessly slaughtered all in Quan Village. Countless corpses were destroyed; she’d lost count of the deaths. She only recalled their spiritual power fading amid the choking stench, like standing on a battlefield shrouded in smoke.
They were burning corpses, yet she wrinkled her nose at imagined bloodscent. In her daze, she felt she’d slaughtered living souls—sins clinging like eternal stains—while that familiar face watched her.
His eyes held complex emotions.
What was that gaze? Pity? Regret? Or desolate helplessness?
Ye Qingshang didn’t understand; she’d never grasped hearts well.
With Mu Huaiyun, she’d stumbled often. He’d been unreasonable, always besting her, his pride unmatched. Their former mutual respect among peers vanished, leaving friction. She’d wanted no further ties.
Yet when his eyes met hers then, she’d softened.
The stench was unbearable—if she struggled, surely Mu Huaiyun suffered worse. Half-unconsciously, she plucked a nearby wildflower blooming low after rain, its scent faintly sweet.
“The killing aura here is overwhelming. Take this flower—breathe its fragrance,” she’d said.
Mu Huaiyun’s response escaped her memory—likely surprise. She only recalled him refusing it.
Years passed without meeting.
A regret, Ye Qingshang mused.
That’s why seeing him again now unleashed such uncontrollable feeling.
A youth like him should blaze with spirit, standing invincible—arrogant, even—never like this.
“Mu Huaiyun,” she called.
Faint light edged the cave mouth. Several vines, unaffected by the barrier, crept inside bearing a purple bloom.
A delicate floral scent hung in the air.
Ye Qingshang bent and snapped the stem.
“The killing aura here is overwhelming. Take this flower—breathe its fragrance,” she repeated, word-for-word as before.
Mu Huaiyun’s pallor warmed slightly. His eyes widened, locking onto hers as emotions shifted within them. “You…”
He trailed off, pausing long.
