The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 49

The precious sword was pale gray from hilt to tip, yet a faint blue glow shone through that gray. It was mysterious and beautiful, but its presence carried a rare, sweeping grandeur, like the divine majesty of a Son of Heaven, like the true aura of an emperor, not to be profaned.
Severing Love trembled in Mu Yinfeng’s hand and rose on its own, dodging the strange sword’s edge. The white fog around her slowly scattered. The figures and voices of the two people before her vanished without a trace, and clarity gradually returned to Mu Yinfeng’s eyes.
Before her was still Reed Snow Residence. The table beside her had already been shattered by sword energy. Abi was staring at her in alarm. Green light glowed in Abi’s palm, fragments of spiritual energy lay scattered over the floor, and a thin line of blood could faintly be seen at the corner of her mouth.
In the instant Severing Love had left its sheath, its sword energy had shattered the barrier Abi had set up. Abi, who had laid down that barrier, had also been wounded by the sharp sword energy in that same instant.
“Senior Sister Abi?”
“I am fine.” Abi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. “There is only one shichen left now. How are you?”
Mu Yinfeng nodded slightly. “I have comprehended it.”
“So fast?” Abi was a little shocked. “Junior Sister Yinfeng, just now, what happened to you?”
She had thought Mu Yinfeng had already suffered qi deviation. But the word-spirit runes she had set earlier had not moved at all, so she could not help asking. It was impossible for the word-spirit runes to fail. But if Mu Yinfeng had not truly fallen into madness, why had she attacked Abi and Huixue?
Mu Yinfeng was also surprised. She knew clearly that she should have fallen into madness just now, but why had the word-spirit runes not activated? There was something even stranger too. Where had that precious sword that pierced through the fog and blocked Severing Love come from?
“I am sorry, Senior Sister Abi,” Mu Yinfeng said, full of guilt. After all, she had injured Abi. In her heart, she was actually grateful to Abi, because Abi’s barrier arts had always been outstanding. If even they could be torn to pieces in an instant, then without Abi there, Huixue would likely have been in danger. “I will repay Senior Sister Abi’s kindness with everything I have.”
“I do not need you to repay me. How much confidence do you have right now?” Abi asked urgently.
Mu Yinfeng fell silent.
She had indeed been comprehending the Spirit-Control Art just now. But because she had sunk too deeply into it, she had skipped the step of comprehending the Spirit-Control Art and gone down another, stranger path. This art was extremely familiar to her. It was the eerie art she used in the original book to control puppets and run rampant through the cultivation world: the Spirit Gu Control Curse.
She still could not escape it.
In the original book, she obtained the Spirit Gu Control Curse after the Changyin Pearl absorbed Juechenzi’s Corpse Gu Control Curse and evolved it further. Back then, she had been glad she had not mastered this art. But now, she sadly discovered that what belonged to her would always come to her, whether she needed it or not.
The Spirit-Control Art and the Spirit Gu Control Curse reached the same place by different roads. Both focused on controlling one’s own mental power and manipulating another person’s sea of consciousness. It was only that, compared to the Spirit-Control Art, the Spirit Gu Control Curse was more sinister and harder to detect. It could silently plant a curse-control seed in someone’s sea of consciousness, then trigger it when necessary.
“What is it?” Seeing Mu Yinfeng like this, Abi thought she was not confident enough and grew anxious. “Then, Junior Sister Yinfeng, what do we do now? We can go ask the Valley Master to send a senior skilled in mental power. We…”
“There is no need to say more. I will do it.”
Mu Yinfeng pressed her lips together, walked to Huixue’s side, and sat down. She bent over and gently kissed Huixue’s forehead.
Abi was stunned. She had never seen Mu Yinfeng be so bold. Even if Mu Yinfeng had some little feelings for Huixue, surely she would not be so reckless that she ignored the time and place completely.
The instant Mu Yinfeng’s lips touched Huixue’s forehead, the pale blue frost-snow mark there suddenly lit up. Mu Yinfeng felt as if she had fallen into the center of an ice-snow storm. The blood in her body froze into ice. The storm tore at every inch of her skin, leaving patches of frostbite, cuts, bruises, and wounds.
A drop of blood fell from the corner of her mouth and landed on the frost-snow mark on Huixue’s forehead. The blood spread along the mark, gradually faded, and disappeared, but the light of the frost-snow mark grew even brighter.
Mu Yinfeng’s knuckles were frozen blue-purple. They were almost numb and had nearly lost all feeling, but even the slightest touch brought unbearable pain. Even so, she slowly raised her head, helped Huixue sit up, stretched out both arms, and gathered Huixue into her embrace. From Abi’s angle, the two of them seemed to be leaning tightly against each other, as if they would never separate.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to embrace Huixue. Huixue’s body was soft, as soft as a bundle of cotton. A faint, quiet fragrance came to her, elegant and calm, the pure scent of ice and snow. Because the Affection Thread Seed was moving through Huixue’s blood, her snow-white skin carried a faint red glow and warmth, temporarily driving away Mu Yinfeng’s chill.
For one instant, Mu Yinfeng actually felt as if she wanted to hold Huixue like this forever, until the end of time. This one warmth in the cold made her linger, made her bewitched, made her unwilling to leave.
Mu Yinfeng’s face flushed a little, as if she were the one who had taken the Affection Thread Seed and not Huixue. She held Huixue tightly, so tightly that no outside force could separate them, as if she wanted to merge with Huixue into one body.
Now her eyes were full of Huixue. On the surface of her eyes and in their depths, there was only this one figure.
Huixue’s snow-white lashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings. They brushed lightly across Mu Yinfeng’s face, making it itch. Mu Yinfeng wanted to laugh, but tears poured from the corners of her eyes like broken strings of pearls. They fell on Huixue’s neck and slid along her snow-white collarbone into the Snow Silk Robe, turning faintly misty under the warmth of her body.
Huixue let out a soft sound and suddenly reached out, taking the initiative to grab Mu Yinfeng’s wrist.
Was Huixue afraid?
Mu Yinfeng had never seen Huixue afraid. Huixue seemed not to know what fear was at all. A white robe and a strip of white silk were enough to make her the young mistress of the Snow Domain, feared by all evil beings under heaven. Seeing Huixue like this made Mu Yinfeng feel strangely curious, and with that curiosity came pity.
“Senior Sister, do not be afraid,” she said softly.
Huixue seemed wary of her mental infiltration. Mu Yinfeng tried several times but failed each time. Instead, Huixue’s mental power struck back hard. For a moment, Mu Yinfeng’s nearly exhausted sea of consciousness could barely resist it, and several fine cracks appeared along its outer edge.
She coughed up a mouthful of blood, splattering it over the Snow Silk Robe. Her face was as pale as paper. Her body swayed, and she almost fell onto Huixue.
“Senior Sister? Do you not trust me?” Mu Yinfeng asked with difficulty, ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth.
Huixue’s emotions seemed restless, but under Mu Yinfeng’s voice, they calmed. She made no more unnecessary movements. Only then did Mu Yinfeng try again.
Using the last of her strength, Mu Yinfeng released a thread of mental power. In the instant the frost-snow light faded, it drilled into Huixue’s sea of consciousness. Luckily, Mu Yinfeng’s mental seal was still there, stubbornly guarding the edge of the snowy field and fighting against the constantly surging lava.
The Spirit Gu Control Curse turned faintly. Perhaps because of her natural talent, Mu Yinfeng did not need to spend much effort before she took control of Huixue’s sea of consciousness. The medicinal force of the Affection Thread Seed turned and surged toward her. In that moment, Mu Yinfeng felt as if she were standing inside a flood of affection and desire. She held the person in her arms even tighter, using that person’s warmth and fragrance to soothe the heat deep in her heart.
At last, she understood why Huixue had lost control like this. The Affection Thread Seed’s effect was overbearing. Even someone with mental power like hers would find it hard to resist if she lost focus for a moment. Its power to draw out the deepest affection and desire in a person’s heart was simply terrifying. When Abi had used the words warming passion drug to describe the Affection Thread Seed, Mu Yinfeng had thought Abi was exaggerating. Now she realized those words were still too modest.
Mu Yinfeng forced down the turmoil in her heart and focused on sensing the spread of the Affection Thread Seed. If this had happened in her own sea of consciousness, she could use her yin energy to force it back. But this was Huixue’s sea of consciousness. Huixue might not be able to endure her yin energy.
An ordinary person’s sea of consciousness was extremely fragile. It was so fragile that even the slightest disturbance could cause serious damage. If a cultivator’s sea of consciousness was injured, their mental power would drop sharply. Some might even lose the ability to control their own spiritual energy and cultivation.
Mu Yinfeng thought quickly. A thought suddenly sprang up in her heart: exchange their seas of consciousness.
First, force all the poison into the sea of consciousness. Then use mental power to guide Huixue’s sea of consciousness into her own body. After using her yin energy to destroy the poison, she would return Huixue’s sea of consciousness to its original place.
This was possible, but the risk was definitely not small. Mu Yinfeng did not dare say she had absolute confidence.
“Lord Wind, let me guard you.” A voice sounded by her ear. It was a man’s voice. Although she had never heard it before, it felt strangely familiar.
It was as if something had struck the deepest string in her heart, making her accept this person’s kindness without hesitation.
A hand rested on her shoulder, separated by a handkerchief as thin as cicada wings. Mu Yinfeng felt a strand of pure yin energy pour into her body. Just that small amount of yin energy instantly raised her cultivation by more than half.
But Mu Yinfeng had no time to think about who this person was. Very soon, she focused all her attention on Huixue’s sea of consciousness.
Guiding a sea of consciousness was absolutely not easy. Fortunately, hers and Huixue’s seas of consciousness did not clash too violently. Even so, waves of pain and pressure kept coming from Mu Yinfeng’s own sea of consciousness. Huixue’s sea of consciousness seemed to be rejecting her, but it did not feel like rejection from invasion. It was more like playful squeezing. A squeeze, then another squeeze, then loosening a little, then a little more. It felt like flirtatious teasing between two seas of consciousness, which was very strange.
Time passed bit by bit. Mu Yinfeng’s clothes were soaked through with sweat. The temperature of the person in her arms lowered little by little. At last, the unnatural flush faded completely, and Huixue returned to her original snow-white pallor. But Mu Yinfeng did not dare relax at all. She activated the Spirit Gu Control Curse again, took control of Huixue’s sea of consciousness once more, and carefully checked whether Huixue’s sea of consciousness had been damaged.
“Nothing will happen, Lord Wind,” that voice sounded beside Mu Yinfeng’s ear.
But this time, Mu Yinfeng did not simply follow what he said. Only after she confirmed that nothing was wrong with Huixue’s body did she turn to look at that person.
The moment she saw his face, Mu Yinfeng’s heart trembled slightly.
It was a face beautiful to the extreme, so beautiful she could hardly describe it with words. It was neither seductive charm nor simple purity, but as if all the beauty in the world had been fused together. A faint lightness and a complex depth blended perfectly in him. He seemed human and demon at once, impossible to tell apart. Though he was called a man, his beauty could topple cities.
“What is it? Has Lord Wind also been bewitched by Ping’s beauty?” that person teased.
“No matter how beautiful you are, how can you compare to even half of Senior Sister?” Mu Yinfeng said without thinking.
What surprised her was that although she had clearly never met this person before, he gave her the feeling that the two of them had known each other for a long time. Severing Love at her waist trembled slightly, as if sending her a feeling of excitement.
“Lord Wind truly speaks as mercilessly as ever.” This person shook his head and clutched his chest. “Lord Wind, you make Ping very sad.”
“Young master, what is your purpose in coming here?” Mu Yinfeng asked directly. She did not want to say too much to him. After meeting Chang Zui, she had no good feelings toward handsome men.
If this person had not called her Lord Wind, she would probably have asked him to leave on the spot. This person looked extraordinary, but who knew whether he was like Chang Zui, with nothing but a pretty face?
“Of course I have something to discuss with Lord Wind.” He smiled lightly and raised his hand a little. The sword that had been knocked into the wall flew into his hand. He sheathed it with practiced ease. In the instant he lifted his hand, Mu Yinfeng clearly saw the two words on the scabbard:
Liuguang.