The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 62

“Senior Sister Lin?” Mu Yinfeng looked at the sword-holding young woman in surprise. “Why are you here?”
Lin Qiudi’s aura seemed to have blended into the surroundings. Only when she came this close did Mu Yinfeng and Huixue notice her presence.
“Senior Sister. Junior Sister Mu.” Lin Qiudi held her sword and bowed. Today, she had changed into a brand-new battle robe. Its main color was dark blue with white trim, showing her identity as someone with a metal spiritual root.
Lin Qiudi was half Geng metal and half Xin metal, with yin and yang in balance. On top of that, metal itself was the symbol of sharpness. Lin Qiudi was well suited to this kind of cultivation path that abandoned everything else to focus on sword intent.
“Senior Sister Lin, were you waiting for someone here?” Mu Yinfeng felt that Lin Qiudi had probably heard her conversation with Huixue, and for a moment she felt awkward.
Lin Qiudi stared at Mu Yinfeng’s face. “Junior Sister Mu was exactly right. That is why I came to find you this time.”
Hearing Lin Qiudi say this, Mu Yinfeng felt relieved despite the awkwardness. Since Lin Qiudi was willing to give up on her own, Mu Yinfeng would not have to reveal her trump cards on the fighting stage.
It was not that she did not want to. She could not.
She had to hide her true strength. Most of Lord Lanfeng’s strength had probably been comprehended in seclusion after Chang Zui’s death. That included the Linglong Heart Method at its highest level, the Severing Love sword art, the Spirit Gu Control Curse that could command corpses and control people, and so on. Naturally, these could not be displayed under everyone’s eyes, because most of them were killing arts. They were fine against evil beings, but against fellow disciples, they were clearly unsuitable.
Ever since the ice strings of the Changyin pipa snapped and Yimu took the pipa away, she could only rely on the Linglong Heart Method to predict an opponent’s next move. But against Lin Qiudi, doing that would be like complaining that her sea of consciousness was too sturdy. Under Lin Qiudi’s powerful sword intent, everything would be torn into pieces in a vortex centered on Lin Qiudi. Mental power would be no exception.
Although Bing Ling’er knew Yimu had taken the Changyin pipa and had told her to choose another spiritual artifact, Mu Yinfeng had delayed going. She knew very well that without the support of the Changyin Pearl, even the best spiritual artifact would not last many days in her hands. Now the Changyin Pearl had also fallen into Yimu’s hands. If she wanted to take it back, the price would not be small.
“…But there is one thing I want to say to Junior Sister Mu.” Lin Qiudi calmly looked at Mu Yinfeng. “I know Junior Sister Mu means well, and I know my sword heart has not yet fully formed. But I still want to try and see where I fall short.”
This…
Did that mean Lin Qiudi wanted to fight her no matter what?
Just then, a strip of brocade silk shot out, leaving a trail of afterimages. In less than one breath, it bound Lin Qiudi from behind. Its icy chill pressed against her throat, as if the silk would wrap around her neck and strangle her to death if she moved even slightly.
“Senior Sister?” Mu Yinfeng looked toward Huixue. Huixue’s face was calm, and Mu Yinfeng could not tell when she had controlled Tianbing, nor what her intention was.
“If this is how you are, then in the team match you can only wait to die,” Huixue said coldly. She lifted her hand and withdrew Tianbing. Only then did Lin Qiudi realize she was drenched in cold sweat.
Just now, she had clearly felt Huixue’s killing intent. She could even feel death in the ice spikes of Tianbing pressing against her throat.
At that moment, she suddenly realized Mu Yinfeng was gone. A faint ominous feeling rose in her heart. She was about to draw her sword when she heard the sound of metal sliding back into a sheath behind her.
Mu Yinfeng was playing with the short dagger in her hand, tilting her head as she looked at Lin Qiudi. Even the jeweled necklace had been tied back around Mu Yinfeng’s neck, making her skin look even whiter than snow and her beauty even more radiant.
“Senior Sister Lin’s sword intent is very strong. No matter who faces it, they must give way. But what if Senior Sister Lin is not allowed to use it?” Mu Yinfeng asked softly.
“But…” Lin Qiudi wanted to argue.
“In the team match, no one will face you openly and honorably like that.” Huixue left those words behind, beckoned to Mu Yinfeng, and turned to leave. She was not good at dealing with these young disciples. Unless necessary, she never said one word more than needed.
“Senior Sister Lin, I have something for you.” Mu Yinfeng glanced at Huixue’s back and instinctively took a small jade box from the front of her robes. Inside was the Treasure-Light Glazed Fruit she had not finished eating last time.
The Treasure-Light Glazed Fruit strengthened the foundation and nourished the spiritual core. It was also extremely helpful for auxiliary cultivation of mental power. She remembered that Lin Qiudi’s cultivation later improved slowly, and the main culprit had been Lin Qiudi’s weak mental power early on.
“Treasure-Light Glazed Fruit?” Lin Qiudi recognized it at once and cried out in shock. “You took this, and Abi did not chase you down?”
“It was not me. It was that one.” Mu Yinfeng winked toward Huixue and lowered her voice. “Anyway, I cannot use it right now. Keep it.”
“Since Senior Sister gave it to you, you should keep it.” Lin Qiudi hesitated. She had once taken Treasure-Light Glazed Fruit. It had indeed helped her mental power cultivation, but the fruit was too precious. Even as the direct disciple of Yingxia Peak’s peak master, she had only used Treasure-Light Glazed Fruit once, when she opened her sword heart.
“Senior Sister Lin, do not argue with me. These are all for you.” Mu Yinfeng’s voice was serious and solemn, carrying an authority that made it hard to refuse. Lin Qiudi could not help looking at her.
“Why give me these?”
“Because Senior Sister Lin’s talent is extraordinary. You will definitely reach a realm ordinary people cannot touch.” Mu Yinfeng remembered every clash between Lin Qiudi and Lord Lanfeng in the book: a long sword that pierced through everything against the ever-changing Changyin pipa. Even now, that scene still startled her. She corrected her wording and chose a vague explanation.
In the later stage, she feared only someone immune to her Linglong Heart Method could defeat her. At that time, only Lin Qiudi would still be alive. Only Lin Qiudi could stop her from committing those sins.
“Junior Sister Mu, just say it. Why?” Lin Qiudi stared at Mu Yinfeng and asked each word clearly.
She knew Mu Yinfeng specialized in manipulation and control through mental power. Mu Yinfeng’s Yin Charm Art, mental probing, and mental communication all depended on immense mental power. Treasure-Light Glazed Fruit was clearly more suitable for Mu Yinfeng herself. Now Mu Yinfeng was giving this treasure, one recognized by the cultivation world, to her. Lin Qiudi had to suspect her motive.
“You are asking my motive?” Mu Yinfeng’s smile was a little forced and looked rather desolate. Her sleeves and skirt swayed in the wind. For a moment, she seemed as if she might ride the wind and leave this world, which startled Lin Qiudi despite herself.
Lin Qiudi nodded.
“Kill me, when it becomes necessary.” After saying this, Mu Yinfeng quickly left. She activated her movement art and caught up with Huixue in only a few steps.
If heaven wanted her to descend as punishment and kill without restraint, she would rather be killed directly. Mu Yinfeng thought of the day she met the Star Lord of Great Yin, and the smile on her lips grew colder.
The Star Lord of Great Yin had wanted her to return as soon as possible, in case she was chosen by heaven and became the executor of the heavenly prophecy. But if she escaped that fate, someone else would have to take her place. She already knew what would happen in the future, but others could only be driven by fate and had no way to predict it.
“Yinfeng, what are you thinking about?” Huixue suddenly stopped and asked.
“Nothing.” Mu Yinfeng hurriedly pulled back her thoughts and answered at once.
Just then, Tianbing abruptly wrapped around her wrist. Mu Yinfeng met Huixue’s eyes, cold as ten-thousand-year black ice.
“Do you want to die that badly? You want Lin Qiudi to kill you?” Huixue sneered. “If you want to die, I can send you on your way right now.”
“Senior Sister cannot bear to do it, can you?” Mu Yinfeng blinked and laughed softly.
When their eyes met, the black ice in Huixue’s eyes quickly melted. In its place was spring water, soft and shimmering.
“Is that so?” Huixue parted her lips slightly, wanting to smile, but the smile was quickly restrained at the corner of her mouth.
Mu Yinfeng had indeed struck her heart. She truly could not bear to do it.
Just like in her last life. If she had been able to do it, she could have sacrificed her sword to gain the Snow God’s power. No matter what, when those two fought and Liufei left its sheath, one of them had to die.
“If one day I stand against Senior Sister, then Senior Sister will not need to act.” Mu Yinfeng looked at Huixue. The plot from the original text turned over in her mind, and the sea of White Snow Pagoda flowers from the five-element array appeared before her eyes again. Endless snowy fields. A white so stark it hurt to see.
“How could that happen?” Huixue sneered. “If you stand against me, then you must have done something that harms the cultivation world. And you still want me not to act? Impossible.”
Mu Yinfeng fell silent. Without a word, she placed her hand, the one not bound by Tianbing, into Huixue’s. Huixue hesitated, but still held it.
Their palms touched. Mu Yinfeng’s palm was smooth and soft, but a thin layer of calluses could be felt on her fingertips, the traces of years spent playing the pipa and practicing Severing Love.
“I will not make Senior Sister act,” Mu Yinfeng said seriously, lifting her eyes to Huixue.
“Lin Qiudi is not your match.” As if possessed, Huixue softly said those words.
In her last life, she had seen the grown Lin Qiudi. It was true that Lin Qiudi’s sword heart had formed, but against Mu Yinfeng’s Changyin pipa, she still had no great chance of winning. At most, the two would fight to a draw.
No one could gain an overwhelming victory over Lord Lanfeng after her arts reached completion. Even Biyuntian, a Heaven-grade Chou-rank being, or Yimu, who could be called the strongest and most mysterious of the ten divine envoys, could not retreat unscathed from a fight with Lord Lanfeng.
“Senior Sister, do not worry. I also will not make Senior Sister Lin act.” Mu Yinfeng raised her head and slightly avoided Huixue’s gaze.
“What I can do myself does not require Senior Sister’s hand.”
“Is that so?” Huixue sneered and shook off Mu Yinfeng’s hand. If Mu Yinfeng could really do that, then in her last life, she would not have committed so many sins.
“Senior Sister does not believe me?”
“This kind of thing is not something you can control just because you say you can.” Huixue turned away coldly. “Yinfeng, do you not think it is too early for you to say that?”
The setting sun had already fallen. Above the vast night sky, stars filled the heavens. Tonight was the fifteenth, and a bright full moon accompanied them, making the stars shine even more brilliantly.
The night wind was cool. Mu Yinfeng suddenly felt cold. Something inside her seemed to stir, like a mad beast that had lost its reason and was using every bit of strength to break through the seal binding it.
Instinctive fear made her grab Huixue’s sleeve. Her body leaned forward, and she nearly fell into Huixue’s arms.
“Yinfeng?” Huixue turned and supported Mu Yinfeng, only to see her face pale. Threads of black energy seeped from Mu Yinfeng’s body, almost wrapping her in shadow.
Then, with a snap, the jeweled necklace tied around Mu Yinfeng’s neck suddenly broke and fell onto Huixue’s sleeve.