The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 18

This…
Mu Yinfeng’s expression became very ugly. In that instant, she wavered between the humiliation of calling Yimu mother and the choice to die rather than submit. She did not know what she should choose. Although if she said those words, Yimu might give her the antidote, she knew kinship terms could not be called carelessly. Every word she spoke was equal to a contract. If she truly called Yimu by that kinship title, she would probably be bound by that title forever.
This was the curse Mu Yinfeng had been born with. Once her words left her mouth, she could not escape their binding. At first, she had suffered from this many times. Later, she finally realized why, in the plot, she spoke as little as possible and made as few promises as possible.
Other people’s word-spirit power targeted outsiders. Her own word-spirit power targeted herself with every sentence. How was that fair?
After thinking it over, Mu Yinfeng accepted the blood vine in Yimu’s hand. “I choose to defeat you.”
After all, she was the protagonist. She should not die yet, right?
Yimu paused, as if she had not expected Mu Yinfeng to make this choice. Then she saw Mu Yinfeng holding the blood vine and facing her, and she laughed softly. “You?”
“What about me?” Mu Yinfeng had already discarded Changyin. Changyin’s icy string had snapped. It was now only a burden to her and had no use at all.
Without Changyin’s support, the primordial yin domain gradually dispersed. The black clouds between heaven and earth parted, and a bright moon broke through them. The vast sky became clear and clean, and the river of stars glittered overhead.
“I was only wondering whether this is a little too difficult for you.” Yimu lightly stroked the other piece of blood vine in her hand. “You are a music cultivator?”
“What does that have to do with you?” Mu Yinfeng flicked the blood vine. The vine gave off a piercing blood-red flame. Softness hid killing force within it, very much like the killing vine she had once imagined.
“Judging an opponent’s cultivation is also a means of victory. You have thin calluses on your fingers. They should have come from using a sword. Although you do not carry a sword, you cannot erase the traces of having used one.” Yimu raised her hand and touched her mask. “Your sword should have been made by taking a side branch from the divine tree of the Moon Palace and planting it in Fengdu, watering it with Kunlun snow water, and after three full years, drawing heavenly thunderfire to burn away the useless branches. Finally, it was carved from the flowing light of the Primordial Lady of Great Yin. It combines the principles of the Five Elements and primordial yin. Am I right?”
Mu Yinfeng was secretly shocked. What Yimu said matched her own understanding of her sword almost exactly. Her sword was called Severing Love. Legend said it had once been the life-bound sword of the Lord of Affection. Later, after the Lord of Affection fell, the sword naturally dropped to the mortal world. After passing through many hands, it finally came to Hanyou Valley. During Mu Yinfeng’s sword-seeking ceremony at age eleven, Severing Love chose her as its master. But she had not cherished Severing Love. She loved only her Changyin pipa.
“But you rarely use the sword, because once you pick up Severing Love, you will see the thing you least want to see in your life. Because that is the nightmare you can never throw off.” Yimu’s voice turned shadowy. “As for this pipa, if you could obtain the Changyin Pearl, it would naturally be the first choice. But even until the pipa string broke, you did not obtain Changyin.”
“This has nothing to do with you.” Blood-red light flared from the blood vine in Mu Yinfeng’s palm. Red leaves on the vine trembled like fresh blood, turning into a blood tongue that rushed toward Yimu.
Yimu raised a hand to catch it. Her hand instantly turned pale green, making a magnificent contrast with the blood vine’s color. Emerald mist spread around her, though faint black mingled within the mist, sinister and strange.
“This little bit of strength? You think you can hurt me with this?” Yimu gripped the blood vine, and gentle green light wrapped around the red glow. “It seems you should not think of winning against me.”
Mu Yinfeng bit her lip and said nothing. She pulled the blood vine back with force and whipped it toward Yimu again.
Yimu had planned to catch it the same way as before, but when she touched the blood vine, she caught only a phantom. The blood vine instantly scattered into nine lines before her eyes, like ghostly shadows, pouncing toward her from different directions at the same time.
“This time, you improved quite a bit compared to last time.” Yimu spun back quickly. Spiritual energy shook from her palm, scattering the blood vine phantoms. At the same time, she raised her other hand and accurately caught the true blood vine. Mu Yinfeng felt a powerful force pull her forward, dragging her in front of Yimu. “But you still lost.”
“Not necessarily.” Mu Yinfeng knew that letting Yimu get close was bad for her. She instinctively abandoned the blood vine, tapped her toes, and opened distance from Yimu again, landing right beside Tianbing. The blood vine just now had only been a way to draw attention. Her true goal was to find a way to obtain Tianbing.
For some unknown reason, she had always felt confident that Tianbing would help her. Sure enough, just as she expected, Tianbing seemed to answer her call and quickly climbed onto her arm. Black robe and white silk moved together in the wind.
“So your target was Tianbing?” Yimu held one blood vine in each hand and smiled faintly. “How did you know Tianbing would definitely help you?”
“I did not know,” Mu Yinfeng said honestly. “But I was betting. Facts prove I bet right.”
“Right?” Yimu’s figure flashed, and in an instant, she was in front of Mu Yinfeng. “Do you truly think Tianbing has a better chance of victory than the blood vine?”
“Against others, I do not know. But against you, I am very certain.” Mu Yinfeng spoke softly. She waved her hand, and Tianbing quickly shot out. In an instant, frost and snow filled the sky, hiding ice blades as they stabbed toward Yimu.
In the end, all of Huixue’s abilities were inseparable from ice and snow. And Huixue’s ice and snow were tightly linked to death, which happened to be a great counter to Yimu, whose origin was life.
Yimu raised her sleeve to block. The blood vines flew around her with whistling sounds, knocking aside the incoming ice blades. The cold energy of the ice blades and snow slightly slowed her movements. When she finished clearing the ice blades in front of her, she suddenly felt a chill at her neck. At some point, Tianbing had already wrapped around her throat.
“If I had ordered Tianbing to strike just now, you would already be a corpse,” Mu Yinfeng said coldly. “So you lost.”
“Is that so?” Although Yimu wore a mask, Mu Yinfeng still felt as if Yimu had raised an eyebrow. “You think you won against me?”
“Could there be another possibility? In the ice and snow just now, Tianbing was already around your neck.” A bad feeling rose in Mu Yinfeng’s heart. She faintly felt that Yimu’s question was not baseless.
“It is all right.” Yimu gave a low laugh, set down the blood vines in her hands, and raised both hands to show goodwill. “I want to know one thing. Why did you not kill me? If you say it was because of the medicine on my body, that reason clearly does not stand. Even if I died, could you not search me and still obtain the antidote you want?”
“Correct.” Mu Yinfeng stared into Yimu’s eyes and spoke each word clearly. “Tell me. How do you know so much? What role exactly are you playing here?”