The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 48

In truth, Mu Yinfeng did not want to use word-spirit on herself.
But in this situation, she had no other choice. If she was careless and suffered qi deviation, there were not many people in all of Hanyou Valley who could fight her.
Huixue still had a chance to live. But if Mu Yinfeng fell into madness, then forget Huixue. Abi, and even the disciples still walking around Hanyou Valley, might not have a good end.
Because of that, using word-spirit on herself was extremely important.
If she lost control, a heavenly tribulation would fall at once and wipe her out completely.
Mu Yinfeng no longer trusted herself to hold the line. After all, she had Lord Lanfeng’s soul. The urge toward madness and killing might be buried deep inside that soul.
Right now, her reason told her to suppress those things. But once reason no longer existed, those things would break through the lake of her heart and fill it completely.
Rather than bring disaster to the cultivation world and leave a rotten name for ten thousand years, it was better to end herself first.
“Why go this far, Junior Sister Yinfeng?” Abi cried out. “You actually used word-spirit on yourself. There was no need.”
“Can you control me if I lose control?”
The corner of Mu Yinfeng’s mouth lifted into a bleak smile. She took the manual and sat on a nearby chair, then slowly sent her mental power into the art.
Abi did not answer.
She knew her own strength was shallow. Even against Mu Yinfeng when Mu Yinfeng had not fallen into madness, she was no match. If Mu Yinfeng truly lost control, her power would surge by at least ten times.
Abi faintly felt that if that day came, even Hanyou’s Twin Blossoms, Bing Ling’er and Ruoying, might not be able to stop Mu Yinfeng if they worked together.
“If I fail, take good care of Senior Sister for me. She is always getting hurt.”
Mu Yinfeng smiled at Abi. Her eyes were bright and rippling. She was not using the Yin Charm Art, but just looking into those eyes, which seemed to hold a deep spinning whirlpool, made it hard for anyone to refuse her.
Even Abi, who thought her heart had hardened after seeing countless lives and deaths, could not bear it.
“Nothing will happen to you,” Abi quickly said. “Do not say that about yourself. It will not happen.”
“Then I can only hope heaven favors me.”
Mu Yinfeng held the manual with deep care. Dark yin energy spread out around her body in a wide mist. In an instant, her eyes turned gold, piercing through the gloomy yin energy like bright stars and lanterns in the dark.
The word-spirit runes slowly circled above her head. To an outsider, they looked like they were guarding her practice.
But everyone knew the runes were ready to erase her completely the moment she lost control.
Mu Yinfeng turned her wrist and focused on studying the mystery of the art.
The art she had received from Shu Ji was a form of mental control. It was called the Spirit-Control Art. As the name suggested, it used mental power to enter another person’s sea of consciousness and occupy it. Everything belonging to the occupied person would be controlled by the one who occupied it, almost as if that person had become an outer sea of consciousness for the user.
The Spirit-Control Art was powerful, but it had one flaw. The mental power of the user had to be more than ten times stronger than the target’s. If the gap was even a little smaller, the backlash against the user’s own sea of consciousness could be fierce.
Some people even ended up giving themselves away. Their own sea of consciousness became part of the other person’s sea of consciousness instead. Such bloody examples could be found everywhere in the cultivation world. Those who wanted to harm others ended up harming themselves.
Huixue’s mental power cultivation was not bad, but it was still far below Mu Yinfeng’s. That gave Mu Yinfeng a chance to use the Spirit-Control Art.
Even better, the Spirit-Control Art did not require eye contact.
Only after facing Shu Ji today did Mu Yinfeng realize how limited the Linglong Heart Method and Yin Charm Art were. If the other person noticed the conditions needed to trigger them, they would naturally try hard to avoid those conditions. At that point, Mu Yinfeng had no way forward.
She took a deep breath, placed both hands on her knees, and slowly closed her eyes. She used her mental power to sense the art.
Deep beyond words. Great completion of the art. Dim light flickering. A wonder hard to speak.
“Tsk. This is just too much. They sent me out to enforce Lord Wind’s word-spirit? Old Heavenly Emperor, you really know how to arrange things.”
A young man in snow-white clothes poked his head out from the clouds out of pure boredom. He stared at the roof of Reed Snow Residence below. Golden light circled over the roof, blazing and mysterious, with a sacred feeling.
This person was none other than the Star Lord of Great Yin.
Last time, he had privately descended to the mortal world and met the Ice Emperor Biyuntian. Biyuntian had entrusted Mu Yinfeng to him almost like handing over an orphan. The Star Lord of Great Yin had thought he could be free of responsibility after that.
He had not expected Mu Yinfeng to use binding word-spirit again. So he had been sent down by the Heavenly Emperor to act as the enforcer.
“Enough, Brother Qiu. Things have already come to this. What use is saying more?”
Beside him stood a young man in red. Seeing the Star Lord of Great Yin sighing and stamping his feet, the red-clothed young man shrugged helplessly.
“Since it is the Heavenly Emperor’s order, Brother Qiu should do your best.”
“Little Sun, how can you not worry at all?”
The Star Lord of Great Yin looked like he wanted to cry. He stamped his foot again, but this step flipped over the cloud beneath him. He toppled backward and rolled down.
The red-clothed young man hurriedly leaped down from the cloud. With a backhand swing of his sword, he hooked the Star Lord of Great Yin by the front of his robe.
“I told you to keep talking. See? Now you are paying for it.”
The red-clothed young man carried the Star Lord of Great Yin on his sword as they kept falling. Only when they were almost at Reed Snow Residence’s roof did they slow down.
The two landed steadily on the eaves.
As soon as his feet touched down, the Star Lord of Great Yin wriggled free of the sword and sat on the roof tiles. Bored, he looked at the cold spring in Reed Snow Residence, where ripples moved across the water.
“This is what I deserve. Back then, we troubled Lord Wind for so long. Now Lord Wind has started learning how to trouble us back.”
The Star Lord of Great Yin spread his hands helplessly. “Little Sun, what do you think?”
“Lord Wind has shown kindness to both of us. We have also been colleagues for many years. We should look after her,” the red-clothed young man said slowly. “Brother Qiu, what chance do you think Lord Wind has?”
“Ten out of ten.”
The Star Lord of Great Yin raised both hands without hesitation. “She cannot fail.”
The red-clothed young man was surprised. “Why?”
“Because I do not want to fight Lord Wind.”
The Star Lord of Great Yin lifted his hands over his head as if surrendering. “Little Sun, you do not know. Lord Wind’s Severing Love is not something a normal person can endure. Back then, I went into Lord Wind Palace to steal osmanthus cakes. After taking one strike from that sword, I almost did not come back alive.”
“Severing Love was made by Brother Qiu himself. Why are you so afraid of it?” the red-clothed young man asked, puzzled.
“It does not matter who made it. What matters is… who uses it.”
The Star Lord of Great Yin’s pale face grew even paler, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.
“Forget it, forget it. Little Sun, stop bringing that up. I asked you to come down this time for one thing.”
The red-clothed young man lifted his eyes. “What is it?”
“Can you still use your Sun Prison?”
The red-clothed young man thought for a moment. “Does Brother Qiu want me to block Lord Wind’s word-spirit tribulation?”
The Star Lord of Great Yin nodded and looked at him with deep hope. “Can you?”
The red-clothed young man nodded slightly. “It is possible. But she personally killed the last person of my family. How should that debt be counted?”
“Wait, Little Sun, you still remember that? Did you not just say Lord Wind had shown us kindness and that you were willing to serve her to the death? Why did you change so fast?”
The Star Lord of Great Yin bristled and stared at the red-clothed young man’s face.
“Little Sun, we are divine officials. Is it really good to be so petty? Be a little generous. Besides, did Jian Shu not preserve part of her soul? She was not completely destroyed. We can just go back and let Lord Cloud and Lord Siming take a look. Would that not settle it?”
The red-clothed young man had no choice but to agree.
Red light flashed in his palm. With him as the center, it slowly spread outward and lifted a golden-red curtain of light.
The curtain was thinner than cicada wings and hid beneath the sunlight. Unless someone looked carefully, no one would see that Reed Snow Residence had already been surrounded by a barrier.
That thin curtain of light kept the flowing golden runes outside. The runes circled uneasily, as if trying to pierce through the curtain, but no matter what they did, they could not enter.
“Brother Qiu, why are you so sure?”
“Because Lord Wind still does not seem to understand herself. After all, she has reincarnated and has no memories. If she succeeds in this art, she will definitely lose control for the time it takes to burn one stick of incense. This was the curse the Snow God placed on her back then. Otherwise, why do you think Lord Wind would rather have her soul scattered in the Yin-Yang Reversal Array than preserve her full cultivation?”
The Star Lord of Great Yin sighed. “When the time comes, I will handle Lord Wind myself. Even if I cannot beat her, I can block her for a while.”
“There are still people inside. Are you sure your divine body can be seen by them?”
“Do not worry, do not worry. The two inside are old acquaintances. It is fine if they see me.”
As the Star Lord of Great Yin spoke, he jumped down from the roof of Reed Snow Residence.
At that moment, he felt a powerful pressure crash toward him from above. At the same time, golden lightning flashed outside the barrier. Golden light dazzled the eyes, and the thunder was deafening.
Mu Yinfeng suddenly opened her eyes.
Everything before her was a vast blur. She could not tell where she was. Strange laughter kept sounding beside her ears. Some was teasing, some mocking, some seductive.
Every voice that could stir the darkness inside her was there.
“Come here. Come here…”
“Come to me. You want to, don’t you? You do. Hurry…”
“You are just a lowly whore. Why are you not going obediently to be a cultivation vessel? Do you think you survived until now because you were lucky? Was it not all because of me?”
This was…
Chang Zui’s voice?
The moment she thought of that, a blurry figure before her suddenly became clear. He was tall and thin, his clothes elegant. His posture was exactly like Chang Zui’s.
“Be my cultivation vessel. That is the meaning I give you…”
“You were always my plaything. I redeemed you. That was already a great kindness.”
“But now I cannot bear to kill you with my own hands. Take this Yin-Locking Blade and kill yourself. You would not make me do it myself, would you, Junior Sister Yinfeng?”
The demonic sound pierced her ears and went on without end.
Mu Yinfeng bit her lower lip hard. Drops of bright red blood seeped between her jade-white teeth. But the pain did not wake her. Instead, it made her even more dazed.
Was the Chang Zui before her real?
Had she fallen into an illusion?
Was this qi deviation?
“Come on. Kill yourself. It will be your honor to sacrifice yourself for me. Do you not want that? Sacrifice yourself for me. Offer me your life. After I become a god, I will clear your name.”
Chang Zui’s voice grew louder and louder. His figure pressed closer and closer. Mu Yinfeng’s face went pale. She could clearly feel a person’s hot breath approaching her.
Do not come closer.
“Submit to me. You will get everything you want. Is your teacher still not worthy of your trust?”
A filthy voice sounded from another direction. Mu Yinfeng’s feet could not move. She forced herself to turn her head and saw a face faintly appear in the white fog.
It was greasy and disgusting. A hooked nose stood out on that face, so sharp and oily that anyone would remember it at first glance.
“Junior Sister Yinfeng, you are mine, not his. How can you go with him? Can you not live without men? Am I not enough for you?” Chang Zui’s voice slowly drew closer.
Loathing and despair echoed through her heart.
Only then did Mu Yinfeng realize that her hand was already gripping the hilt of Severing Love. As long as she used force, Severing Love would leave its sheath and cut those two people down.
They deserved to die.
One constantly wanted to possess her. The other wanted to kill her at every moment.
They both deserved to die.
They deserved it.
Mu Yinfeng’s mind shook wildly. Her head grew heavy and dim. By the time she reacted, she could only watch as her own hand drew Severing Love.
A dark blue light tore through the white fog and slashed straight toward the Chang Zui in front of her.
“Yinfeng, wake up!”
A voice suddenly rang from the deepest part of her heart. It was like a flame cutting through a long night, driving away all the unknown fear in the white fog.
But Mu Yinfeng could no longer control Severing Love.
Severing Love was only three inches from Chang Zui’s body.
Then two.
Then one.
No.
If this sword came down, it would cut down the heart demon image that held her deepest despair. From then on, she would sink forever together with that heart demon.
At that moment, there was a clear clang.
A precious sword flew from nowhere and struck hard against Severing Love.