The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 57

Oh no! She had been discovered!
Huixue raised her eyes and looked at her. Her snow-white lashes looked even finer and thicker under the moon. Frost and snow were her skin, cold jade her bones. She was like a divine consort or immortal maiden slowly descending from the heavenly palace, matchless in beauty and unmatched in the world.
“What did you see just now?” Huixue walked slowly toward Mu Yinfeng. She lifted a slender hand and pinched Mu Yinfeng’s wrist. It hurt so much Mu Yinfeng cried out. She barely held back the spiritual energy released by instinct and raised her eyes to look steadily at Huixue.
Their eyes met. Yet Mu Yinfeng felt not even the slightest emotion in Huixue’s eyes. It was as if all the emotional changes she had sensed during the day had only been her imagination.
“Yinfeng, do you think everything your eyes see is real?” Bright moonlight reflected in Huixue’s eyes, making those already pale eyes even clearer, like glass. They were beautiful enough to make the heart tremble.
“I believe it,” Mu Yinfeng said softly. With her mental power cultivation, very few people could deceive her with an illusion, unless it was Yimu silently releasing Myriad Manifestations.
“Inside this barrier of mine, what is awakened is the deepest desire in the heart.” Huixue looked at Mu Yinfeng. A subtle emotion flashed through her eyes. “Yinfeng, do you still think everything you saw was real?”
The deepest desire?
Peeking at someone bathing?
Mu Yinfeng’s face turned red at once. Uneasy, she lowered her eyes and did not dare look into Huixue’s eyes.
Moonlight liked to cloak all bright and obvious things in disguise, and it also liked to strip away disguises from things hidden deep during the day. The hazy moon shadow hid the blush on Mu Yinfeng’s face, but it exposed her state of mind before Huixue. This time, although the blood vine’s restriction had not been triggered, Huixue had already seen through her thoughts.
“You want to have me?” Huixue asked, each word clear. “Impossible.”
“Why?” Mu Yinfeng’s voice was low, stubborn, and fixed. “Why is it impossible?”
Light flowed over the blood vine on her wrist. Within the red glow, the faint blue light of the snowflake seal could be seen flashing. It was gorgeous, dreamlike, and deeply strange.
She discovered that her own attitude seemed to sway back and forth. She wanted to be close to Huixue, yet feared getting too close. She feared Huixue leaving her, yet would rather comfort herself by saying there was nothing to it. After all, Huixue had never shown anything special toward her, except that day when the Affection Thread Seed invaded her sea of consciousness.
Perhaps Huixue only saw her as a little junior sister and did not think of her as anything closer. In the past, Huixue’s every move had always given her a vague illusion, making her mistake Huixue’s feelings for affection. But what she saw now was only Huixue holding herself within proper limits.
Actually, perhaps Huixue had never had that kind of thought in the first place.
“Senior Sister, do you know what it means to like someone?”
Huixue turned away. Her wet long hair brushed across Mu Yinfeng’s face. Mu Yinfeng felt her heart become as cold as the water condensed on that hair, as if it had fallen into an abyss full of ten-thousand-year black ice.
“I am not human. I do not have human feelings,” Huixue said in a low voice. “Yinfeng, what are you trying to say?”
“I…” Mu Yinfeng had just wanted to continue, but the burning pain on her wrist stopped her words.
The blood vine’s restriction was still there. Although Huixue’s seal softened it, it still brought her sharp pain. She could feel that this pain would increase with each desire. Later, even Huixue’s seal would be no different from nothing.
“You really…”
Spiritual energy gathered in Huixue’s palm and turned into snowflakes drifting through the cold night. They lit up the darkness, even brighter than the moonlight.
“You are still as foolish as ever.”
Those words were so soft that Mu Yinfeng almost wondered if she had misheard.
Was she very foolish?
Snowflakes slowly fell into Mu Yinfeng’s palm and turned into a pool of icy snow water. Cold traveled from her palm along her meridians and pierced straight into her heart.
“The heavenly prophecy has not arrived. This is not the time to think about these things.” Huixue’s voice gradually drifted farther away, as if in an instant she had scattered into a thousand snowflakes. Everywhere Mu Yinfeng looked, there was only falling snow. “Yinfeng, you should know what you need to do. A gift itself represents a responsibility.”
The next day, Hanyou Valley’s disciple selection contest began as planned. The location was the fighting stage at the center of Hanyou Valley. But this time, to prevent disciples from putting in too much force during matches, losing control, and hurting disciples watching below, one elder stood at each corner of the fighting stage and worked together to lay down a barrier.
The three of them each stood at one side of the fighting stage. Huixue was in the north, Chang Zui in the south, and Mu Yinfeng in the west. The person standing in the east was Shu Ji of Langhuan Pavilion, who was in charge of rescue. It should have been Ruoying, but because of Ruoying’s strange disappearance, Shu Ji of Langhuan Pavilion had to take her place for now.
Because some disciples had watched Mu Yinfeng’s fight with Si Yan, and because word had spread, the disciples who appeared on the first morning all chose to challenge Chang Zui without prior agreement. But Chang Zui was no easy target either. From rooster crow until the sun was high, he timed everything perfectly and did not let a single disciple pass. Even one disciple who mainly cultivated defense and lasted until the final stick of incense was about to go out suddenly felt his body lighten and was thrown straight into the barrier by Chang Zui.
Mu Yinfeng leaned against the barrier and watched Chang Zui fight the disciples. She discovered that Chang Zui basically did not use much of his own arts. It seemed he relied only on the support of spiritual artifacts the whole time. Some challengers he even handled using only physical techniques, easily beating these disciples until they scrambled in defeat.
She just did not know how Lin Qiudi would do.
Mu Yinfeng’s gaze drifted downward without meaning to. In the crowd, she saw a bright green-blue color. Beside that green-blue stood a young woman with a cold, stern face. Her sharp gaze was much like powerful sword intent, which somehow made Mu Yinfeng feel guilty.
After many days apart, Lin Qiudi’s sword intent had improved again.
I hope she can enter the second round, Mu Yinfeng silently thought.
In truth, she knew this was unlikely. Lin Qiudi cultivated sword intent, abandoning everything to pursue perfect extremes. She used attack in place of defense, because an ultimate attack would leave the opponent with no strength to fight back. That itself was a perfect defense.
But Lin Qiudi had not yet reached that level. She was actually only a fourteen-year-old girl. Even if her cultivation was far ahead of cultivators her age, this risky path of cultivation had made her give up the possibility of defense. Yet her cultivation was still far from being able to fully replace defense with attack.
The current her was extremely fragile and very likely to place herself in danger.
As Mu Yinfeng thought, she suddenly felt a chill on one side of her face. She instinctively looked in that direction.
Huixue was looking at her. The moment Mu Yinfeng turned her gaze over, Huixue gave a cold snort and turned her eyes back to the center of the fighting stage. Chang Zui had just denied another Yongmu Peak disciple’s right to enter the second round, and the next disciple was about to step up to challenge.
A wave of surprised cries came over. Mu Yinfeng felt someone looking at her, so she quickly raised her head. She saw a red-clothed young woman standing before her.
Her clothes were like fire, with willow brows and phoenix eyes. In her hand was a long scarlet flame sword. Her sleeves fluttered like leaping flames, and her whole body showed a wild beauty.
Especially the burning battle intent in her eyes.
The disciples below all drew in cold breaths, especially those who had watched the fight that day.
“Why did Senior Sister Si Yan challenge Junior Sister Yinfeng again? Can she win?”
“Last time, Senior Sister Si Yan lost in an instant. No one even saw how Junior Sister Yinfeng attacked!”
“If Senior Sister Si Yan loses again this time, then…”
“Stop talking. Look at the stage.” One disciple poked the fellow disciple who wanted to keep speaking and jerked his mouth toward the stage.
The person guarding one corner happened to be Si Yan’s grandfather, Elder Si, a famous fire-root cultivator.
Elder Si’s expression shifted between blue and red. If not for having to keep an elder’s fairness and dignity, he probably would have directly shouted at Si Yan not to provoke Mu Yinfeng.
But Si Yan had already stood before Mu Yinfeng, and he had no way to interfere. After all, in this match, disciples chose freely. If an outsider interfered, the disciple would lose the right to participate.
“You want to challenge me?” Mu Yinfeng stared into Si Yan’s eyes. From Si Yan’s eyes, she saw the answer.
“Although my grandfather wants me not to provoke you, I still want to see where the gap between you and me lies.” Si Yan spoke seriously, took one step back, and gave a deep bow. “Si Yan of Yongmu Peak. Please guide me!”