The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 82

As Huixue spoke, she pointed at the ice. The flying snow around her quickly scattered, freeing Ming Ziyou. Ming Ziyou turned and left. Mu Yinfeng stared at his back, wanting to speak several times but stopping each time. Then she heard Huixue’s cool voice beside her.
“What is Yinfeng looking at?”
Mu Yinfeng withdrew her gaze. “Nothing.”
“Although Young Master Ming is the Bing Fire divine envoy, he is still an evil cultivator in the end. Yinfeng should have less contact with him,” Huixue suddenly said.
The way Mu Yinfeng had protected Ming Ziyou just now made her feel very uncomfortable. Although she knew Mu Yinfeng and Ming Ziyou had no relationship, she still felt as if something were blocking her chest, an indescribable discomfort.
“Senior Sister cannot be jealous, can she?” Mu Yinfeng smiled slightly, withdrew the blood vine, and lightly rested her hand on Huixue’s shoulder. From a certain angle, it looked as if she had thrown herself into Huixue’s arms.
But only Huixue, who stood so close, could see clearly that Mu Yinfeng was using her hand to support her body, as if deliberately avoiding getting too close. There was still more than enough space between them to fit a Chuying. Huixue could not help thinking to herself, Could Mu Yinfeng be trying to use their relationship to achieve some purpose?
Huixue’s thoughts shifted. She reached out and placed a hand on Mu Yinfeng’s back, then pushed lightly. Mu Yinfeng lost her balance and swayed, and Huixue caught her steadily in her arms.
Mu Yinfeng vaguely sensed Huixue’s purpose. She followed the motion and leaned her entire weight onto Huixue. She felt Huixue wrap an arm around her. The faint cold fragrance of frost and snow entered her nose, and their bodies pressed closely together.
A few snowflakes drifted onto their clothes. Mu Yinfeng buried her face in Huixue’s Snow Silk Robe and took a deep breath. Huixue’s attitude always gave her a faint, unclear feeling. She did not know what Huixue was thinking. Huixue often gave her chances like this, only to personally shatter the dream.
“Senior Sister, can you stay by my side forever?” Mu Yinfeng gripped Huixue’s sleeve tightly and asked in a small voice.
A faint burning pain came from her wrist. It was the blood vine warning her. Mu Yinfeng sighed, but she held Huixue even tighter.
She had a faint feeling that if she let go, she would never have another chance to be with Huixue again. Before, she could still maintain a worshipful restraint in front of Huixue. Now, only three parts of that restraint remained. The other seven parts were the most secret intimacy in her heart.
“Eight parts.”
A voice faintly sounded in her heart. It was a woman’s voice she had never heard before.
That woman’s voice was very gentle, so gentle that Mu Yinfeng had no words to describe it. It seemed to be the natural gentleness of the voice itself. Even when its owner spoke without any emotion, it still sounded that way.
“Sister Lord Wind,” the woman’s voice suddenly called, then said, “Sister Lord Wind’s emotion soul has only eight parts left now.”
Mu Yinfeng was startled. “You are…”
“I am the Butterfly Goddess.” The woman’s voice laughed softly, with a hint of helplessness in its gentleness. “Does Sister Lord Wind still remember me?”
“Where are you?”
“Inside Sister Lord Wind’s seal,” the Butterfly Goddess said softly. “After I died, Sister Lord Wind collected one soul and one spirit of mine and sealed them away. If Sister Lord Wind had not still been nourishing part of my soul, my sister’s spirit lock alone would not have been enough.”
Mu Yinfeng did not really understand what the Butterfly Goddess meant. After all, she could not remember anything from when she had been Lord Wind, so she could only answer casually. Then she heard the Butterfly Goddess continue, “Severing Love is Sister Lord Wind’s blood-sacrificed spiritual sword. In truth, the ordinary Severing Love sword forms do not require Sister Lord Wind to cultivate and comprehend them. They only become more compatible with Sister Lord Wind the more they are used. But a blood-sacrificed spiritual sword comes with a price. That price is what grants it greater power.”
“The price is having Severing Love cut off my bonds of affection?”
“Although Severing Love is named Severing Love, it does not truly end all feeling.” The Butterfly Goddess’s voice was thin and soft, like a gentle thread. “Sister Lord Wind, I will tell you these things another day. I will not disturb you and the Snow God now. But if Sister Lord Wind values the eight parts of emotion soul you have left, you must be careful when using Severing Love. Once the emotion soul is cut, unless you comprehend the Memory form, it will be hard to reconnect. If Sister Lord Wind does not care about these things, then please make a clean break with the Snow God.”
“But right now… is this not good?”
Compared with the time before she used Severing Love, she really was much closer to Huixue now. Before, she had seen Huixue as an unreachable star in the sky. Now, she was in that star’s arms.
“Seven parts is the dividing line for the emotion soul. At seven parts, body and soul fit more closely than anything else, so one will not be too afraid of profaning the other person to make bold moves.” The Butterfly Goddess explained gently as always. “But below seven parts, Sister Lord Wind will become more and more dull and indifferent toward emotion. If it reaches zero, Sister Lord Wind will make decisions only with reason from then on, no longer relying on feeling.”
“This…”
“If it were according to Sister Lord Wind’s old way of thinking, Sister Lord Wind would choose to trade emotion for Severing Love’s power. But now, Sister Lord Wind and the Snow God…” The Butterfly Goddess’s voice carried a little childish mischief. Hearing that tone, Mu Yinfeng finally remembered the legend that said the Butterfly Goddess had only been sixteen when she fell. It seemed that legend was true. “Everything depends on what Sister Lord Wind wants.”
“I understand.” Mu Yinfeng sighed, then suddenly rose and quickly jumped back, putting distance between herself and Huixue.
In the future, it would be impossible for her never to use Severing Love. As the Butterfly Goddess had said, if she used Severing Love too much, she would lose all emotion and act entirely by reason. At that moment, she could not help thinking of her previous life as Lord Lanfeng…
There was one part of the plot she remembered especially clearly. A group of people had surrounded Lord Lanfeng in a village and questioned her about slaughtering the village.
Lord Lanfeng suddenly lifted her eyes and saw a familiar figure in the crowd. In the end, she wanted to speak but stopped. She shook her head.
“I killed them.”
No one had expected Lord Lanfeng to answer so readily. They could not help whispering, and at the same time, they all retreated.
Lord Lanfeng rode the wind away, her gaze still resting on the figure in the crowd.
I killed them. But even if I said I did not, which of you would believe me?
Almost by instinct, Mu Yinfeng completed Lord Lanfeng’s unsaid thought.
Others thought she was going to slaughter a city, but Mu Yinfeng felt that in the plot, Lord Lanfeng had actually massacred that city to protect it in advance. Although she had not tangled with those people, she had still been one step too late.
“Senior Sister, Junior Sister Yinfeng, so you are here.” Abi hurried over. “Why are you two staring at each other here? Junior Sister Si Yan just took out the wine Elder Vermilion Bird had hidden away. Senior Sister, Junior Sister Yinfeng, do you want to try some?”
Those words broke the deadlock between them. Mu Yinfeng glanced at Huixue’s expression and had just been about to refuse, but Huixue agreed before she could speak.
The three of them returned to Si Yan and Sanqi’s lodging. Xirui was there too, but she had restrained her arrogant temper from earlier. She even smiled at Mu Yinfeng and Huixue, then hid shyly behind Sanqi.
Even Mu Yinfeng could not sense any hostility from her.
“Sanqi’s speaking skills are not bad. It is a pity she is not an instruction elder,” Abi joked. She poured wine for everyone in turn. When she handed a cup to Huixue, she heard Huixue say faintly, “Hanyou Valley has a rule: disciples may not drink lightly.”
“Senior Sister, saying that now is a little too dampening, is it not?” Mu Yinfeng tugged Huixue’s sleeve and reminded her.
“…But today, we are outside Hanyou Valley, so an exception can be made.”
The other four Hanyou Valley people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Xirui took a cup of wine and giggled. “Mirror Flower Hall does not have as many rules as Hanyou Valley. This wine, I will drink first.”
The others drank in turn. When it reached Mu Yinfeng, she hesitated.
She could feel that this wine contained rich fire spiritual energy. It was greatly beneficial for fire-attribute cultivators, and neither good nor bad for cultivators of other attributes. But for her… she possessed five-element spiritual energy. Her five elements had to maintain a certain balance and control. Even a slight imbalance was enough to make her suffer for a long time.
“Junior Sister Yinfeng, what is wrong? Drink up,” Si Yan said with a smile. “It is not easy to steal wine from my grandfather. My grandfather’s wine is famous in the cultivation world too. If you do not drink it now, you will not get another chance.”
But she could not explain. This matter was one of her greatest weaknesses. If someone used this weakness against her, it would be enough to destroy her.
“I do not drink wine,” Mu Yinfeng found an excuse in her urgency. “I am still young. It is not suitable…”
“Age is not the issue.” Abi winked. “How much did you drink when you went on a mission with Junior Sister Lin? Do not tell me you are trying to keep up your image in front of Senior Sister, so now you refuse to drink.”
How could ordinary wine compare to spiritual wine? Mu Yinfeng bit her lower lip. Although this spiritual wine was rich in spiritual energy, there was not much wine in the cup. This little bit should not cause trouble, right? She made up her mind and lifted the cup. Before she could bring it to her lips, Huixue suddenly reached over and held her cup.
The coolness of Huixue’s palm slipped through Mu Yinfeng’s fingers and into her body, following the movement of spiritual energy upward. Mu Yinfeng’s face flushed. She lowered her head, not knowing what Huixue meant by this.
“Let go.” Huixue’s pale-blue eyes showed no emotion. Her voice was faint.
Mu Yinfeng instinctively released the cup. Huixue brought it to her lips and drank it all in one breath.
“Yinfeng is not good with wine. I will drink for her.” Huixue placed the cup back on the table. Under the table, her other hand quietly held Mu Yinfeng’s hand.
By the time the two returned to their lodging, it was almost midnight. Because this stretch of road passed through a forest, and forests were the easiest places to ambush someone, Mu Yinfeng did not dare let her guard down. Some immoral sects would use the cover of night to ambush disciples from other sects, reducing the number of rivals for themselves.
Mu Yinfeng focused slightly and released her mental power, scanning the entire forest. She did not find anything unusual. She had just been about to call Huixue forward when she suddenly felt a gust of yin wind brush past behind her.
One hand pressed hard on her shoulder. Another hand quickly reached out, controlling her body and making her turn around.
Mu Yinfeng’s heart skipped. Then a great force came from her shoulder, and her back hit a tree.
Before her was a pair of pale-blue eyes, clear and bright as crystal, as if filled with soft moonlight.
The face was cold, restrained, and detached, as if it had no emotion at all. Yet in those eyes, a primitive and instinctive light surged.
Then that face slowly leaned closer. Mu Yinfeng held her breath.
Soon, something soft landed on her forehead, as gentle as a feather. But for a long time, it did not move away.