The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 86

Xuelian stood at the edge of the field and looked at Mu Yinfeng from afar. A dark-red light seemed to leap in the eyes above her veil, giving off a strong sense of pressure.
When they were supposed to announce their names, Xuelian only nodded slightly at Mu Yinfeng. Blood light flashed in her hand, and blood-red lotuses bloomed on the ground, forming the two words of her name: Xuelian.
Was she mute?
“This is…” the Butterfly Goddess’s voice suddenly sounded in Mu Yinfeng’s heart. “Ding Fire?”
“What?”
“Look at the red lotus hairpin on her head. That was something the Sun lineage once used to balance the yin-yang ratio of the place where they lived,” the Butterfly Goddess said. “This red lotus was refined by Senior Fire Lord of the Heavenly Realm while training in Fengdu. Later, it was given to the Sun lineage to use yin energy to balance the sun’s flames. Why is it giving off Bing Fire aura now?”
“Jian Shu also reversed yin and yang before…”
“But she does not have the ability to reverse yin and yang,” the Butterfly Goddess judged. “The hatred in her heart has not supported her to the point where she can reverse yin and yang, and her cultivation is far from enough.”
While the two of them spoke, Xuelian moved. She watched Mu Yinfeng with those dark-red eyes. Her veil shifted slightly, as if she was murmuring something.
Mu Yinfeng turned her wrist, and a dagger appeared in her hand. At the same time, she raised her eyes to look at Xuelian. The Yin Charm Art and the Linglong Heart Method activated together, but she suddenly felt a chill beneath her feet. A red lotus shadow had appeared right under her.
The instant the red lotus shadow formed, Mu Yinfeng felt as if something had fixed her body in place. A cold spiritual flow bored into her body like a bone-deep disease, slowly corroding the meridians inside her.
At that moment, Huixue sprang to her feet in the preparation room and rushed to the door.
“If Lady Huixue goes out, that will be interfering with the match,” Ming Ziyou said softly. “Interfering with a match will deduct one hundred points. Lady Huixue should think carefully.”
“Even so, I cannot watch Yinfeng die in that person’s hands. Her art is exactly the same as Yu Liuli’s, who was executed after the last assembly.” Huixue pressed her hand against the light film and spoke coldly.
“Yu Liuli?” Ming Ziyou froze.
He had not taken part in the last Immortal Sects Assembly, but he had heard the name of Mirror Flower Hall’s female disciple Yu Liuli. Yu Liuli had been born with a Ding Fire spiritual root, and the Red Lotus Hell she awakened was a top-level domain among fire spiritual roots. It was not inferior to the domain blessed by his identity as the Bing Fire divine envoy. If Yu Liuli had not already been executed, he would almost believe Yu Liuli was the legendary Ding Fire divine envoy.
The two forms of yin and yang generated and countered each other. Because of that, yin and yang divine envoys of the same attribute were usually close in age. If one side died, the other would clearly sense it, even if the two divine envoys had never met.
“The one with Red Lotus Hell last time,” Huixue explained briefly. Her eyes never left the field from beginning to end.
On the fighting stage, Mu Yinfeng was now standing motionless as if a body-freezing spell had been cast on her. Dark-red firelight climbed along her meridians. From her exposed skin, one could see each meridian dyed dark red.
Huixue took a deep breath and placed both hands against the light film.
The light film was the barrier at the preparation room door, meant to stop intense fighting on the stage from accidentally injuring the other contestants. Now it had become an obstacle blocking Huixue.
Faint blue light shone in Huixue’s palms. Sheets of frost condensed and spread over the light film. Thin cracks immediately appeared across it.
As spiritual energy flowed from her palms, the cracks grew deeper and deeper, like glass cracked by heat. With one light touch, the film would shatter completely.
Everyone in the preparation room turned to look at Huixue. Their eyes carried more or less shock and disbelief.
“Lady Huixue, what are you doing?” Ruolian stood and asked. Then she raised her eyes toward the fighting stage and understood. “Lady Huixue, there is no need for this. The one on stage is Miss Mu Yinfeng of Hanyou Valley, right? Victory and defeat are common in battle. Miss Mu is still young and lacks combat experience. It is normal for her to lose.”
“She is mine!” Huixue suddenly withdrew her hands. The light film instantly broke apart, turning into scattered shadows that vanished in the air. This drew the attention of Guiyuan Tower’s cultivators on the field.
“What happened to Number Seventy-four? How did the barrier break?” one cultivator cried out.
“Brother Jing, I will go take a look.” A young woman in a yellow dress looked toward the tall man beside her and spoke softly.
The man nodded. “Be careful.”
An He flashed to the front of Preparation Room Seventy-four, picked up a remaining shard of the barrier, and looked at Huixue. “Did you do this?”
“I request that the match be stopped and the identity of Number Four, the rogue cultivator Xuelian, be investigated,” Huixue said seriously. “I suspect she is Yu Liuli from the last assembly. Even if she is not Yu Liuli, she should have some connection to her.”
“Yu Liuli is already dead.” An He’s fine brows drew together. At this point, she understood why someone in Preparation Room Seventy-four could still use spiritual energy to shatter the barrier under these circumstances. The spirit-forbidding talismans worked only on people, not on a snow woman like Huixue. “Lady Huixue, please do not make trouble without reason.”
“Did Tower Master An personally confirm Yu Liuli’s death?” Huixue asked back. As she asked, she kept staring at the stage, her heart burning with urgency.
Now, the dark-red firelight had already spread to Mu Yinfeng’s neck and was faintly about to climb onto her face. The dagger in Mu Yinfeng’s hand had also fallen to the ground. Clearly, she could no longer hold it.
For an instant, Huixue almost rushed onto the field to stop the match. Swirling snowflakes danced around her, dark and cold. Chuying had already jumped down from her shoulder and transformed into a huge white tiger, roaring at An He.
“Mirror Flower Hall’s master executed her personally,” An He said, looking into Huixue’s eyes. “Lady Huixue, if you do this, it will be very unfair to others.”
“If Yu Liuli did not die, would that not also be very unfair to others? Does Tower Master An not know what kind of person Yu Liuli was?” Huixue’s voice was somewhat agitated. “If Yin– if Hanyou Valley disciple Mu Yinfeng dies here, can you bear that responsibility?”
“Quite a few cultivators have died in battle at the Immortal Sects Assembly. Guiyuan Tower compensates for all of them,” An He said calmly. “Lady Huixue, you should calm down. The rules of the Immortal Sects Assembly have always allowed everyone to display their skills freely. Life and death are decided by fate.”
Huixue’s hand covered Liufei. She rubbed Liufei’s hilt and looked back at An He, saying each word clearly. “Tower Master An should remember what you just said. Guiyuan Tower will compensate.”
“Of course.”
“What is going on?”
“Look at the stage! What is happening?”
“This is impossible. She was clearly winning. How can it be like this?”
Cries surged from the viewing stands like a tide. Huixue, An He, and the others hurriedly looked toward the stage.
Now, the dark-red meridian lines on Mu Yinfeng’s body had already faded, and the red lotus beneath her feet had dimmed greatly. Xuelian walked up to Mu Yinfeng and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground. Everyone thought the dagger would stab Mu Yinfeng. Killing an opponent with the opponent’s own weapon was the greatest insult. But to their surprise, Xuelian aimed the dagger at her own neck.
“I lost.”
Xuelian’s voice was a little low and hoarse, but the whole field still heard it clearly. This reversal even startled the referee, Mirror Flower Hall’s Vice Hall Master. Only after confirming it was safe did he descend to the stage and look at Xuelian in surprise. “Are you certain?”
Xuelian nodded readily. “Of course.”
“But you clearly won. Why concede?” Mirror Flower Hall’s Vice Hall Master asked strangely.
“Does conceding need a reason?” Xuelian asked back. Beneath her veil, a charming smile could faintly be seen.
A wave of boos came from the viewing stands. In their eyes, Mu Yinfeng was far too lucky. Why could they not run into an opponent who clearly had an absolute advantage but still conceded? Could Hanyou Valley have hired someone to throw the match?
“All right.” Although Mirror Flower Hall’s Vice Hall Master did not understand, this was what he had seen, so he could only agree. At that moment, the light screen appeared in the air. Mu Yinfeng’s score increased by ten, and Xuelian’s score fell by the same amount.
After seeing the score change, Xuelian retreated a few steps, threw down the dagger, and suddenly collapsed to the ground. Her eyes were wide open, empty and lifeless, as if her soul had left her all at once.
At the same time Xuelian fell, Mu Yinfeng, who had been standing still, opened her eyes. She seemed to understand everything and did not look back at all. She picked up the dagger and walked straight back to the preparation room.
The moment she stepped through the preparation room door, Mu Yinfeng acted as if she did not see Huixue or An He. She walked directly to a seat and sat down.
She leaned against the chair back and panted softly. Just now, she had seized Xuelian’s sea of consciousness. In truth, her original intention had been to at least heavily injure Xuelian for several days so she could not participate in the matches. But she had discovered something on Xuelian, something that made her unable to act.
After wearing out iron shoes in a fruitless search, she had found it without effort. Xuelian was the Ding Fire divine envoy she was looking for.
But the fact that Mu Yinfeng did not harm Xuelian did not mean Xuelian had shown mercy to her. The Ding Fire contained in the red lotus Xuelian released had already corroded all the meridians in Mu Yinfeng’s body. It had already exceeded the limit of what she could bear for the balance of the five elements of spiritual energy.
“Is Sister Lord Wind all right now?” The Butterfly Goddess could sense that Mu Yinfeng was enduring great pain and asked worriedly.
“I am fine,” Mu Yinfeng answered. She secretly glanced at Huixue.
Huixue was speaking with the woman in the yellow dress and did not look back at her.
Mu Yinfeng sighed in relief. It seemed her memory seal was still effective. Huixue had probably already forgotten that she liked her.
She had also forgotten how much pain Mu Yinfeng would suffer after the five elements of spiritual energy inside her fell out of balance.
Her nose stung, and she could not help feeling a little wronged. But she quickly pressed that grievance down and mobilized her own spiritual energy, forcing the remaining Ding Fire spiritual energy out of her body.
“Why go this far?” the Butterfly Goddess sighed. “Sister Lord Wind, you do not need to endure everything like this.”
“I will die.” Mu Yinfeng forced a laugh. “I do not want to make things hard for her. If it reaches the end of Severing Love…”
At the end of Severing Love, all her feelings would be cut beneath the sword. Relying only on cold reason and calculation to guarantee the greatest benefit was actually the most sinful thing. At that time, she would be neither human nor ghost. She might as well die.
“…It is better to let her hate me,” Mu Yinfeng added. “After all… the person who killed her was also me.”
“But you know, the person inside the Yin-Yang Reversal…”
“No need to say it. It is all in the past.” Mu Yinfeng smiled faintly. “Lady Butterfly Goddess, there is no need to mention these things again.”
“Sister Lord Wind is always like this. This is not good at all…”
At that moment, a soft cat cry sounded. Chuying jumped to Mu Yinfeng’s side and gently rubbed its head against Mu Yinfeng’s knee.
Faint spiritual energy seeped into her body and slowly nourished Mu Yinfeng’s meridians. Mu Yinfeng bent down and hesitated for a moment, but still picked up Chuying. She buried her head in Chuying’s soft fur. Only after a long while did she sigh.
“Right or wrong, I know it myself. I do not need others to judge it.”