The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 51

Bing Ling’er had not called her over for anything important. She only gave a few instructions about the Immortal Sects Assembly drawing near and told her to prepare well. Then she asked what conflict she had with Chang Zui. Mu Yinfeng listened until her head hurt, but she still agreed. The only thing she refused was Bing Ling’er’s suggestion that once she came of age, she should marry Chang Zui.
“You and Chang Zui have been together for so long. Men and women grow up and marry. After I am gone, the two of you can rule Hanyou Valley together as immortal companions. Would that not be a beautiful thing?”
Hearing this, Mu Yinfeng sneered inwardly. If the two of them truly married, it would be better to say only one of them would remain alive in this world.
Either she would die under Chang Zui’s Yin-Locking Blade and have all her cultivation sucked dry by him, or Chang Zui would die by her hand. Bing Ling’er was thinking too far ahead.
“This disciple is devoted to seeking the Dao and does not seek love between men and women. Master, please do not blame me.”
Bing Ling’er smiled. “Now that is strange. I remember you used to like your senior brother. Did your senior brother bully you? Your master can go reason with him for you.”
Mu Yinfeng shook her head. “This is my own decision. It has nothing to do with Chang… Senior Brother.”
“Yinfeng, you should know that cultivators cannot take Dao companions lightly. In these years, you have gone out on many missions, large and small. You should have met many young cultivators too. Is there no one you like?” Bing Ling’er smiled again and gently held Mu Yinfeng’s hand, like a loving mother watching her own daughter grow up.
A flawless white figure suddenly appeared in Mu Yinfeng’s mind. She panicked, and her face turned bright red. “No, no one.”
“Look at you. Why are you shy?” Bing Ling’er touched Mu Yinfeng’s flushed face. “Yinfeng, if you have someone you like, no matter who it is, bring them back for your master to see. I will help you check them over so our little junior sister of Hanyou Valley does not get tricked away.”
Mu Yinfeng nodded. At that moment, another disciple came in, swaying as she carried a stack of documents taller than herself. Bing Ling’er took the documents and began reading them with a frown. Mu Yinfeng tactfully withdrew.
It was still early. She still had enough time to go to Yongmu Peak.
Along the way, disciples from Yingxia, Chengchen, and Yongmu Peaks all stepped aside when they saw her. They whispered to one another, saying who knew what. Those with weaker tempers already had resentment on their faces.
Only then did she remember that Hanyou Valley’s selection contest for the Immortal Sects Assembly was near. According to Huixue, Hanyou Valley’s selection standards this time were much stricter than in previous years. And the rule was no longer that each peak would send ten people to fight. Instead…
Instead, she, Huixue, and Chang Zui would stand together on stage and let registered disciples choose any one of them to challenge. No matter whom they challenged, as long as they could last three sticks of incense without falling, they would qualify for the next round. Then they would compete against one another to choose the final thirty people.
Of course, if fewer than thirty people lasted against them, there would be no need for a second round. According to Huixue, this was to prevent disciples who were too eager to win from using shameful methods, because every year there were people who slipped laxatives to their opponents.
“Then what if they drug us?” she had asked Huixue at the time.
Huixue had raised her brows and smiled faintly. “Do not worry, Yinfeng. They will not.”
“Why?”
“Because they will not let others succeed easily either. On average, we will each face twenty or thirty disciples in a day. If they drug us, they would also be reducing the burden for everyone else challenging on the same day. Human nature itself will not allow them to do that.”
“Junior Sister Yinfeng, do you have time? I have something I want to say to you.” A young woman in a fire-red dress blocked Mu Yinfeng’s path.
Mu Yinfeng raised her eyes. She did not recognize this red-clothed young woman. From the whirl of spiritual energy around her, Mu Yinfeng could tell she had a fire spiritual root, with yang fire and yin fire at a ratio of one to nine. Because of that, her aura was not scorching and fierce, but gloomy and lingering, like a red-banded snake hidden in the dark.
“If you have something to say, say it here.” Since this person had come with ill intent, Mu Yinfeng did not need to show any friendliness. “But if you want to speak to someone, should you not give your name first?”
“I am Si Yan of Yongmu Peak, granddaughter of Elder Si Yan.” The red-clothed young woman looked straight into Mu Yinfeng’s eyes and stated her purpose directly. “Junior Sister Yinfeng, I am a few years older than you, so I will call myself your senior sister. I want to take your place as a first-round examiner.”
Si Yan? Mu Yinfeng had a vague impression of that name. This girl seemed to have appeared only once in the whole book. In the Immortal Sects Assembly’s team match, the Law of the Jungle, she had sacrificed her life flame to protect a wood-element female cultivator.
“Take my place?” Hearing Si Yan’s demand, Mu Yinfeng was a little stunned. “You?”
She did not mean to mock her, but it did not sound friendly to Si Yan. Si Yan’s almond eyes widened at once, and her willow brows rose. “Junior Sister Yinfeng, what do you mean? According to Hanyou Valley’s rules, as long as I defeat you, I can take your examiner position. Are you afraid?”
Hearing this, Mu Yinfeng remembered. In the original book, the person Si Yan challenged was Chang Zui, because back then, Mu Yinfeng had not been chosen by Bing Ling’er as a first-round examiner.
But although she challenged Chang Zui, Si Yan had no chance of winning. Chang Zui’s cultivation was naturally weaker than hers and Huixue’s, but he was still a disciple personally trained by Bing Ling’er. He was still a level above these people, and he also had a body full of high-grade spiritual artifacts to help him. As expected, Si Yan did not last three moves against Chang Zui.
“I am afraid,” Mu Yinfeng said with a sigh. “Senior Sister Si Yan, the first round is close. You should focus on cultivation. This kind of thing has no real meaning.”
Si Yan was competitive. If she failed before the first round, it would definitely deal a heavy blow to her state of mind. At that time, she might easily use extreme methods to cultivate.
In the original text, Si Yan cultivated the Scarlet Flame Heart in order to defeat Chang Zui. But the Scarlet Flame Heart’s backlash against the user was extremely serious. It was a famous mutual-destruction secret art in the cultivation world. Once activated, it harmed the enemy by a thousand and harmed oneself by eight hundred.
“You do not believe I can defeat you?” Si Yan said loudly.
“Senior Sister Si Yan, have you heard of the Southern Domain Luan-Phoenix Jian family?” Mu Yinfeng said softly. “How does Senior Sister Si Yan think your strength compares to the legendary final genius, Jian Shu?”
“Jian Shu?” Si Yan thought about it. “Jian Shu inherited the ancient Heavenly Phoenix bloodline. How could an ordinary person defeat her?”
Mu Yinfeng slowly raised her eyes and stared into Si Yan’s eyes. For a moment, Si Yan felt cold all over. She felt as if everything about her had been seen through by Mu Yinfeng. Even her soul seemed to be constantly torn apart inside Mu Yinfeng’s eyes, where colorful light flowed.
“What are you doing?” Under Mu Yinfeng’s mental pressure, Si Yan clearly lost some of her confidence. After all, this mental pressure was something even Jian Shu could sense as dangerous.
In the deepest part of Mu Yinfeng’s eyes, golden light blazed. Golden runes slowly rose around her. Under the power of those smoke-like circling runes, no one could lie. Right now, the runes were aimed at herself.
“The vengeful ghost she became died by my hand.” While Si Yan was still shocked, Mu Yinfeng walked around her and left.
“What? Junior Sister Yinfeng cannot be making that up, right?”
“How could she? Junior Sister Yinfeng cultivates a secret art. Did you not see that circle of golden runes just now? It cannot be false!”
“Then… how is that possible? Could it have been a coincidence?”
“It does not seem like one. Junior Sister Yinfeng has never been someone who speaks nonsense. What benefit would she get from making up such words? Looking at it this way, Junior Sister Si Yan really was like an ant trying to shake a tree.”
Si Yan heard those words, and her face flushed with shame. She shouted after Mu Yinfeng, “Wait!”
Mu Yinfeng stopped to hear what else she had to say.
“I want to spar with you and see how many moves I can last against you when you use your full strength!”
“All right.” Mu Yinfeng nodded. “In that case, half a shichen from now, I will see you on the fighting stage.”
Half a shichen later, Mu Yinfeng arrived at the fighting stage in the center of Hanyou Valley’s Mengyou Square. Si Yan stood on the stage in bright red clothes, clearly having waited for some time.
Quite a few disciples had come to watch. They all knew Si Yan was a genius among the younger generation of disciples, but none of them had ever seen Mu Yinfeng’s strength. They had come with this thought: if they could find Mu Yinfeng’s weakness, then during the first round, they might be able to last longer when challenging her.
“You are very strong. I can feel it. But I still want to have a proper match with you.” Si Yan held a fiery red sword. Dark red flames danced along its blade.
Mu Yinfeng had seen dark red flames like this before. Jian Shu’s Red Lotus Karmic Fire had a similar color, but Si Yan’s power was not even a fraction of Jian Shu’s. Mu Yinfeng took off a piece of spirit jade she carried with her. This spirit jade pendant was actually not very useful, but against Si Yan, using nothing at all would seem too arrogant.
“Si Yan of Yongmu Peak. Please guide me.”
“Hanyou Valley, Mu Yinfeng.” Mu Yinfeng lightly held the jade pendant and smiled. “Please guide me.”
She had not taken off her jeweled necklace, which meant she had not used spiritual energy. Almost no one could see this tiny detail, because she had never used any techniques in front of others. Her techniques were for evil beings, not for fellow disciples.
“You are not drawing your sword?” Si Yan asked in surprise.
“I do not know sword arts,” Mu Yinfeng said. This was also true. She only knew the first five forms of the six Severing Love forms, and just the first form, Questioning Love, could break open a five-element domain. If she used it against Si Yan, the entire fighting stage might disappear.
“Do not think you can hold back against me!” Si Yan cried. The precious sword in her hand suddenly flared with red light, brighter than before. It was like a streak of red light cutting through the air. Even the sun in the sky seemed dim compared to the sword light in her hand. She charged toward Mu Yinfeng with her sword.
Mu Yinfeng could tell Si Yan wanted to end this quickly and settle everything in one move. It seemed Si Yan had already calculated a plan under the mental pressure just now. She could not fight Mu Yinfeng in a long battle. She could only use a powerful move from the start and strike first.
Mu Yinfeng tapped her toes and used lightness skill, skillfully avoiding Si Yan’s charge. Si Yan leaped up with her sword and stabbed at Mu Yinfeng from the air. At the same time, sheets of fire rain scattered down. For a moment, the fighting stage shone with brilliant light, drawing cries of surprise from the disciples below.
The situation now looked as if Si Yan had the upper hand. Mu Yinfeng had no place to push off in midair, and fire rain was above her head. There was nowhere for her to dodge.
At that moment, Si Yan suddenly turned the sword in her hand toward herself and slashed hard across her arm.
Drops of fresh blood poured from her arm and merged with the fire rain. The force of the fire rain instantly rose by at least thirty percent. The raindrops became larger and brighter, and Mu Yinfeng’s figure almost vanished within that sky full of fire rain.
“Junior Sister Si Yan is being ruthless this time! She actually used Blood Sword Soul Devouring against Junior Sister Yinfeng. Even if Junior Sister Yinfeng escapes this, she will still be in grave danger!” a sharp-eyed disciple cried out.
“Blood Sword Soul Devouring? What is that?” the disciples around him asked, puzzled.
“It is the top-secret art passed down in Elder Si’s family. Only the most talented can inherit it. The terrifying thing about Blood Sword Soul Devouring is that it is absolute. As long as even a little of it touches you, you will be devoured and melted by the endless fire rain. That effect grows larger and larger like a rolling snowball. This is a killing move. Unless there is deep hatred, it would never be used lightly. Since Junior Sister Si Yan actually used this move, Junior Sister Yinfeng is in danger!”