The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 42

“You are strong, but you are not my opponent.” The uninvited guest took off his veiled hat and slowly lowered the treasured sword in his hand. In his eyes was the reflection of Yimu’s silver mask, splashed with a few drops of blood that shone under the moonlight.
“Is that so?” Yimu asked back. She raised her hand and was about to swing out the blood vine, but suddenly, heaven and earth spun. Her center of gravity became unstable. She swayed several times and finally fell forward.
The uninvited guest sneered and lifted the treasured sword in his hand, about to strike toward Yimu.
“What did you do to her? What did you do to her?” The short one rushed forward and supported Yimu. Golden needles flew from her hand. With a loud clang, the golden needles rubbed against the sword and sparked with blinding fire. The golden needles flew diagonally to the side, and the sword was also knocked off course.
“I do not want to be your enemy. Move aside!” The person gripped the treasured sword again and adjusted its direction toward Yimu. But the short one stood in front of Yimu, so his sword could only point straight at the short one.
“My Dark Nether Thousand Miasmas. Do you like it?” The person laughed lightly and reached out, wanting to lift the short one’s cloak. The short one had no time to dodge. At that moment, a wild wind swept past, revealing the luan-phoenix gold hairpin with gathered pearls on the short one’s head. His laughter was cold. “My dear little sister, Ruoying?”
Ruoying’s body trembled. She suddenly raised her head and stared straight into the person’s eyes. Golden light flashed in her eyes. After the flash, the person’s body abruptly stiffened. She also gave a muffled groan and stumbled back several steps, directly knocking into Yimu.
“Such vulgar makeup and dress. It seems that after mixing with her, your taste has indeed declined quite a bit.” The person flashed forward and pinched Ruoying’s face. “Little Sister, it seems you get along well with Lord Lanfeng. Are you willing to offer her to me?”
“Dream on!” Ruoying shouted. She steadied herself and pulled a gold hairpin from her head. A long luan-phoenix cry rang out. Flowers and leaves rustled down at the sound. For a time, all birds and beasts in the mountain forest scattered and fled on their own. A luan-phoenix phantom slowly rose behind her.
The person’s voice clearly carried a trace of shock. “Luan-phoenix taking shape? Ruoying, you…”
“Ruoying!” Yimu slowly stood. She leaned against a tree, and the blood vine lashed out. But it was not aimed at the person. It was aimed at the luan-phoenix phantom behind Ruoying.
In an instant, wherever the blood-red light passed, the phantom turned into specks of light and drifted away with the wind. Only the luan-phoenix cry from just now still echoed in the mountain forest for a long time.
“Dark Nether Thousand Miasmas… So the Yin-Yang Spiritual Core is in your hands.” Yimu panted. The blood vine drooped weakly and quickly changed back into a bracelet on her wrist. She adjusted the mask on her face. “Are you here to find her?”
“No. I am not here to find her. I am here to find you.”
“Find us?” Yimu took a deep breath and gripped the tree trunk tightly to keep herself steady. Her tone was still so calm that no ripple could be heard in it. “What do you want with us?”
“One is the person Lord Lanfeng respected most. One is the person Lord Lanfeng hated to the bone. These two people can sit together in friendship. I have to say, that is a strange thing. What do you think? If I take both of you away at the same time, what will Lord Lanfeng do?”
The specks of light completely disappeared among the White Snow Pagoda flowers. Mu Yinfeng and Huixue looked at each other from afar. Huixue knew nothing of what had happened in the process. She had only seen Mu Yinfeng point Severing Love at Lord Lanfeng, and not long after, Lord Lanfeng turned into light and vanished.
Could this be Mu Yinfeng’s heart demon? Was she also a returned person?
Was she the returned Lord Lanfeng?
Huixue’s hands twisted tightly together. If the person before her truly was the one she had hated for almost ten years, the one who had slaughtered without restraint and taken all living beings under heaven into her hands as puppets, the one whose passing made wronged souls wail and ten thousand ghosts sing grief, had Huixue actually thought this person would be an innocent, childlike young girl?
This person was not Mu Yinfeng… She was the returned Lord Lanfeng…
The more Huixue thought, the more frightened she became. If Lord Lanfeng remained in the human world, then the human world could never be at peace. Thinking this, her hand had already pressed onto Liufei’s hilt.
“Senior Sister, what are you doing?” She only felt warmth on the back of her hand, like an electric current striking straight into her heart. No matter what, Liufei could not be drawn.
A pair of clear, bright black eyes gazed at her. The owner of those eyes had placed her hand over Huixue’s.
The scene from that night in Reed Village instantly appeared before Huixue’s eyes. Jian Shu had stood in the red lotus flames, high above them, calm and confident, already certain of victory. At that moment, a black shadow had flashed before Huixue, blood splashing onto Liufei, forcefully pushing the half-drawn Snow God’s sword back into its sheath.
Huixue did not often use Liufei, not because she did not know swordsmanship, but because of Liufei’s own special nature.
Liufei could not leave its sheath. Once it did, there had to be a life as sacrifice. That life could only be the opponent she chose. This was the pride of the Snow God’s sword.
Even if Liufei came half out of its sheath, it could not simply be pushed back. Every forced return cost Huixue half a year of cultivation. If an outside force compelled it back, the one who forced it lost one tenth of their life.
If Mu Yinfeng truly was Lord Lanfeng, why would she use one tenth of her own life to force Liufei back into its sheath?
Who exactly was the person before her now? Mu Yinfeng? Or Lord Lanfeng?
Huixue wavered. Even though what she had just learned told her that Mu Yinfeng must be that slaughter-mad Lord Lanfeng, she discovered that deep in her heart, she was unwilling to admit it and instinctively kept finding excuses for Mu Yinfeng.
“Senior Sister, it is fine now.” Mu Yinfeng said softly. For some reason, she had sensed hostility from Huixue, but that hostility came quickly and left quickly. She almost thought it was her imagination.
“It is fine now?” Huixue murmured. Then she repeated it again. “Really… fine now?”
Mu Yinfeng nodded. Suddenly, she felt a burning pain on the back of her hand. She hurriedly lowered her head and saw four claw marks on it. The deepest one was still bleeding.
“Chuying!”
Before Huixue could speak, Tianbing shot out first and tied Chuying tightly. Chuying had no choice but to abandon her white tiger form and turn into a cat before she could escape Tianbing’s binding.
“It is fine.” Mu Yinfeng withdrew her hand. She thought that since Chuying looked lively now, there should be no risk of catching rabies. She discovered that this turn of the five elements was much slower than the last. In the previous round, the moment that demon teaching director fell, the change began. But now, Lord Lanfeng had disappeared for so long, and there was still no movement at all.
Huixue had clearly discovered this problem as well. She looked toward the sky, and her expression changed slightly. Mu Yinfeng followed her gaze and saw only dark clouds like spilled ink, rolling in waves.
These should not exist in the five-element domain. Mu Yinfeng narrowed her eyes. She faintly saw a deep crack between the seams of the dark clouds.
Was this crack the domain’s flaw?
There was no perfect domain in the world, only whether a domain’s flaw was hidden cleverly. Mu Yinfeng had always firmly believed this. Now, this crack also proved that even after the five-element domain began turning, it was not flawless.
Staying too long inside the five-element domain would definitely not lead to anything good. Especially after she learned that she and Lord Lanfeng were actually the same person, her desire to break the domain became even more urgent. If this continued, who knew what scenes the domain would create?
Would it not be terrible if Huixue saw those?
“There may be an opening in the domain above. I will go look.” Mu Yinfeng spoke as if nothing had happened.
“Be careful,” Huixue said. She had also calmed down from her earlier shock. Seeing Mu Yinfeng act all proper and righteous, Huixue wanted to see exactly what this Mu Yinfeng intended to do.
After all, Mu Yinfeng now had no Changyin, and her understanding of Severing Love was pitifully shallow. She could not possibly be Huixue’s opponent.
“I will be careful, Senior Sister.”
Would she be careful? Huixue pressed her lips together. In her impression, Mu Yinfeng had never been someone who was careful. Mu Yinfeng’s astonishing talent gave her a reason to act recklessly. Huixue always felt that when Mu Yinfeng did things, she had a mad force that would not stop until death, and Mu Yinfeng hid that madness beneath the slight lift of her lips. Other people’s danger lay mostly in the threat of their eyes. But that smiling, charming, graceful appearance, as if she revealed her beauty without meaning to, was when Mu Yinfeng was most dangerous.
Mu Yinfeng did not know what Huixue was thinking. She leaped into the clouds. She had a gift for riding the wind, a useless little skill from her original world. Unexpectedly, it had also followed her through transmigration to this place.
But now, this gift for riding the wind helped her greatly. Mu Yinfeng stepped upward on the clouds and pointed Severing Love toward the crack. Large sheets of dark blue light gathered into a dark blue needle of light and stabbed straight toward the crack.
First form of the Severing Love sword art: Questioning Love!
The dark blue light needle pierced through layers of dark clouds and shot straight toward the crack. The clouds were rubbed by it, sending down one blinding bolt of lightning after another. Along with the lightning came deafening thunder.
Mu Yinfeng dodged several bolts of lightning in a row. Turning her head, she saw the Questioning Love needle break through the clouds and arrive before the crack. Frequent lightning lit the crack bright and dark in turns. The lightning seemed to produce a chain reaction, growing denser and denser. Knowing it would not be easy to resist, she hurriedly turned her cloud and prepared to descend.
But at that moment, she faintly heard a human voice within the exploding thunder.
“Severing Love?”
The voice was extremely light and vanished in an instant. Mu Yinfeng suspected the thunder had shaken something wrong in her ears.
At that moment, the crack rapidly expanded, as if something at the opening had swelled and forcibly propped it wider. Then she saw a dark blue ball of light blocking the crack, still growing larger…
Finally, a dazzling blue light lit up in the night sky. With a violent impact, it seemed ready to grind all the surrounding wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning to pieces. This impact directly made Mu Yinfeng unable to control the wind around her. She could barely hold Severing Love and fell straight toward the ground.
The situation on the ground was not much better. Wild wind swept through the entire White Snow Pagoda flower field. Snow-like petals were carried away by the wind. For a time, everything around them turned white. The white covered everything, and Mu Yinfeng could not even see where Huixue was.
Falling from this height, even as a cultivator, she could not guarantee she would not smash into bloody pulp. Mu Yinfeng simply abandoned Severing Love and used her whole mind to establish communication with the surrounding wind. But the power of the dark blue ball of light’s explosion was too strong. Even the wind had been drawn away by it.
Just as Mu Yinfeng thought there was no chance of survival, the colors around her suddenly changed, and her speed instantly slowed. Although it was still pure white, it was not the white of White Snow Pagoda.
Around her were snowflakes. The snowflakes turned and fought against the White Snow Pagoda petals flying in every direction.
The ice-snow domain!
“Yinfeng!”
Huixue’s voice seemed to come faintly through the wind and snow. Mu Yinfeng barely opened her eyes, which had nearly been sealed shut by snow, and almost forgot she was still in midair. She instinctively looked toward the voice.
This movement made her lose the brief balance she had. Like a withered leaf, she fell straight down.
She did not know how much time passed before Mu Yinfeng slowly opened her eyes. By now, the ice and snow had scattered, and the White Snow Pagoda flowers were gone. What entered her sight was a lonely forest. In the forest, she could faintly see several old grave markers among lonely graves and abandoned mounds.
“What is this place?”
Mu Yinfeng habitually stretched. With a thud, her head struck solidly against a tree. Only then did she discover she had been sitting against a tree the whole time. She hurriedly rubbed her eyes. Just in front of her, among a clump of grass as tall as a person, she seemed to see heads moving. She quietly crept over and saw that the people there were Huixue, Bing Ling’er, and Chang Zui.
What was going on?
“Yinfeng, you are awake? Come look.” Bing Ling’er’s voice suddenly sounded.
Four gazes turned toward her at once. Mu Yinfeng looked at them. Huixue was still dressed in snow-white clothes, Tianbing wrapped around her arm, with no sign of battle on her. Chang Zui, however, was much more miserable. His head was wrapped in bandages layer after layer, like a seriously wounded soldier withdrawn from a battlefield.
It seemed Lord Lanfeng’s pipa strike had been truly solid.
Although Mu Yinfeng did not know why the divine sense Lord Lanfeng had sealed away would treat Chang Zui, whom she had once loved deeply, like this, Lord Lanfeng had already dispersed. Perhaps this could only remain an eternal mystery in her heart.
Just as she was dazed, Bing Ling’er called again. She hurriedly answered and pushed through the grass to walk over.
“Master, what happened?”
She had not expected this matter to alarm Bing Ling’er too. Bing Ling’er was the kind of person who would rather die in Hanyou Valley than step outside. Even if the three of them were Bing Ling’er’s personal disciples, leaving Hanyou Valley for a dream ghost five-element domain seemed like making too much fuss.
“Yinfeng, look at this.” Bing Ling’er held her shoulder and pointed to a small blood-red shard.
Small shards like this were everywhere. Mu Yinfeng casually picked one up. Suddenly, a chill ran down her back, and her whole body seemed to fall into a ten-thousand-zhang ice pit.
Although the shard was so small that it could hardly serve as a sample, from its texture, color, feel, and spiritual energy reaction, Mu Yinfeng could be certain these shards came from one thing.
Yimu’s blood vine.