The Heroine Made a Pact With Senior Sister (GL) Chapter 89

“This… Snow God is being foolish!” The Star Lord of Great Yin was so anxious he nearly stamped his feet. He wished he could throw away the broom in his hand and jump down to the mortal world, but when he met the gaze of the goddess official beside him, he still dismissed the thought.
“What is this supposed to be? Are we supposed to watch Lord Wind reincarnate again?”
“Why are you always so heartless?”
“Innate gods should not have feelings in the first place.”
The Star Lord of Great Yin had nothing to say.
The Cloud Lord before him was rated as the weakest divine official in the Heavenly Realm in terms of combat strength. But even if her combat strength was weak, he still could not beat her. In truth, it was not that he could not beat her. He could not hit her.
“I really do not know what Siming Hall was thinking when they wrote the fate records. They actually played this trick on Lord Wind. When Lord Wind returns to the Heavenly Realm, just watch me go tear down Siming Hall!” the Star Lord of Great Yin said angrily.
“Everyone knows the fate records are not written by Siming Hall. What Siming Hall does is merely carry them out,” Cloud Lord said calmly. “Besides, there was no mistake in Snow God’s matter. If it had not been done that way, how could she grasp the changes in Lord Wind? Hundred Feathers Thousand Dreams has a very high failure rate, even for me, if one follows that route completely.”
The Star Lord of Great Yin froze. “Lord Cloud knows what is going on?”
“Of course. I was the one who passed this to that child Sanqi,” Cloud Lord said peacefully. “Sanqi is the divine envoy I chose.”
“Lord Cloud, you are not also…” The Star Lord of Great Yin was stunned. “You are looking for a divine envoy too?”
“Did the Star Lord of Great Yin not also search for a divine envoy back then? In the end, the one you set your eyes on was Lord Wind.” Cloud Lord smiled slightly. “Sanqi’s talent is outstanding. If she is properly nurtured, perhaps she can take my place.”
“Lord Cloud wants to pass on your divine position?”
“After staying in the Heavenly Realm for so long, I have grown tired of it.” Cloud Lord sighed. “Is the Star Lord of Great Yin not the same? But speaking of this, the Butterfly Goddess’s aura did not seem to disappear back then.”
“No way. She still is not dead?” The Star Lord of Great Yin’s face fell. “Even after all that, how is she still alive?”
“The Butterfly Goddess’s aura is inside Lord Wind,” Cloud Lord said softly. “The Star Lord of Great Yin should remember what kind of person Lord Wind is.”
“Lord Wind is kind and benevolent, but she has her own ideas when she acts. They are also different from what ordinary people think.” The Star Lord of Great Yin shook his head. “But the Heavenly Realm stopped caring about the Butterfly Goddess long ago, so let her be. Still, this really is a coincidence. The Butterfly Goddess and Lord Wind, Biyuntian of the Ice Domain and Snow God… It always feels like it is hinting at something.”
Cloud Lord turned away. She held a willow branch in her hand, slowly dipped it into a drop of water, and led that drop down toward the mortal world.
“This drop of water should be able to keep Lord Wind alive, but how long it can continue her life is not something I can decide,” Cloud Lord said slowly. “The Star Lord of Great Yin should be clear that Lord Wind’s Yin-Yang Reversal itself goes against heaven. Those who defy heaven are punished by heaven.”
“Is it already time?” The Star Lord of Great Yin leaned on his broom and silently calculated the date. “Lord Cloud, cover for me. I am going to the Ghost Domain.”
Cloud Lord understood. “Wangshu?”
“Wangshu.”
Mu Yinfeng sat hugging her knees, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. By chance, a pair of spirit birds chasing and playing flew into her view, and a faint smile passed over her lips.
But that smile vanished even faster than the spirit birds disappeared from sight.
Although she did not feel anything strange now, she knew all the meridians in her body had broken and been damaged to different degrees. It was ten times worse than when she had forcibly broken open the seal inside her body.
Fortunately, most of the remaining poison in her body had already been cleared. Aside from sometimes feeling weak and powerless, she did not feel anything else.
The Immortal Sects Assembly was still continuing. Aside from the unlucky first day, she had not been called onto the field these past few days. For some reason, the rules of this Immortal Sects Assembly had changed. The individual matches were now held one day with one day of rest. Because of that, aside from going to the preparation room, Mu Yinfeng spent the rest of her time resting at the inn.
She did not know whether Mingzhu had miscalculated the date or whether there was some other reason, but Suniang’s tribulation still had not arrived. Even so, Mu Yinfeng did not dare let Suniang out and allow heavenly tribulation to descend on the Immortal Sects Assembly. Who knew how many people would die in that tribulation?
She had not told Suniang about her condition, but she kept feeling as if Suniang had sensed something. Suniang kept asking about her current state until Mu Yinfeng felt she could no longer keep making up lies. In the end, she simply cut off her connection with Suniang.
Over the past few days, Abi and Sanqi had come several times. Aside from taking her pulse again and again, they had not found anything useful. Chang Zui heard about her condition and also came several times to check on her, but every time, he was either whipped out by Huixue’s ice in one strike or thrown out by Chuying with one paw.
This matter had been kept fairly secret. Up to now, only Huixue, Abi, Sanqi, Lin Qiudi, Si Yan, and Chang Zui knew. It had not reached Elder Xuanwu, who was leading the team, and it had not spread outside the sect. As for who had attacked her, Mu Yinfeng had no clue.
Besides that witch clan Holy Maiden, there had been one tall, thin person. The witch clan Holy Maiden was not worth worrying about, but that tall, thin masked person was not simple.
That person’s speed was much faster than hers. Even though she had been empty of spiritual energy because she had forced the Ding Fire out of her body, and her cultivation had suffered greatly, with her physical arts, she could still easily dodge ordinary high-level cultivators. After all, although she did not have the title of a high-level cultivator now, if she fought one, it was hard to say who would win.
Mu Yinfeng focused and recalled the plot in the book, piecing together every small clue, but she still could not find this person.
In the setting, the fastest one should have been the hidden character Ghost King Wangshu. But if Ghost King Wangshu wanted to kill her, there would be no need to use Hundred Feathers Thousand Dreams. After all, Ghost King Wangshu was rated Heaven-grade Zi rank, above even Biyuntian.
Between each level of Heaven grade, there was a qualitative leap. Heaven-grade Mao rank could be subdued by many high-level cultivators working together. Heaven-grade Yin rank could be resisted if mortals sacrificed themselves to temporarily gain divine power. But Heaven-grade Chou rank was something even many heavenly gods working together would find hard to fight. As for Heaven-grade Zi rank, such an existence could almost balance an entire realm alone.
At that moment, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. Then a soft white robe covered her shoulders. Snow-colored sleeves fell down and covered her arms.
“It is almost evening. Put on another layer.”
“Eldest Senior Sister?”
Huixue stood beside her and followed her gaze. She happened to see two birds flying side by side together and smiled lightly. “Why is Yinfeng watching the birds?”
“I…”
Before Mu Yinfeng could answer, she felt Huixue clasp her wrist. That cold feeling lasted for a long time, so long that she wondered whether Huixue would ever let go. But Huixue still released her, and Mu Yinfeng secretly sighed in relief.
Yet after Huixue let go, she felt inexplicably disappointed. But all of this was what she had chosen. She should bear it herself.
If she cultivated the Severing Love sword art to its final form, Memory of Love, she could break the memory seal. If, after seeing her like a walking corpse, Huixue could still accept her.
“Tomorrow is the full-moon day,” Mu Yinfeng said softly.
“Do not go to tomorrow’s match,” Huixue said, looking at Mu Yinfeng. “With your body like this, even if you go onto the field, you will only concede. Why not let Chuying go in your place?”
Chuying ran over in response. These days, it seemed to know what had happened to Mu Yinfeng. It no longer jumped into Mu Yinfeng’s arms and burrowed around. Instead, it only stayed by her side, rubbing its head against her calf.
“Chuying?” Mu Yinfeng glanced at the little cat rubbing against her leg and lowered her eyes. Right now, she needed help even to move. She had no strength to pick Chuying up.
Huixue nodded. “Chuying can transform now. If she changes into your appearance, it will be enough to pass as real.”
Mu Yinfeng thought for a moment, then shook her head.
“Chuying is Eldest Senior Sister’s life-bound spirit beast. If she appears with Eldest Senior Sister, no one will object. But if she appears alone, I fear she will be treated as an evil being.”
Chuying meowed several times in protest, expressing disagreement with Mu Yinfeng.
“Chuying can handle such a small matter.”
“But Eldest Senior Sister…” Mu Yinfeng’s voice lowered. She bent slightly and stroked Chuying’s head. Chuying also raised its head and took the initiative to move closer, making it easier for her to pet it. “The Wu and Ji Earth divine envoys are here. Zhai Jing and An He of Guiyuan Tower. They cannot possibly fail to see through it.”
The Wu Earth and Ji Earth divine envoys were Guiyuan Tower’s Tower Master and Vice Tower Master. They were husband and wife. When yin and yang earth joined together, they pushed control over earth spiritual energy to the extreme.
“And even if the contestants at the Immortal Sects Assembly cannot see my physical condition, does Eldest Senior Sister think we can hide it from those old foxes who have practically become spirits?” Mu Yinfeng smiled bitterly. “Eldest Senior Sister, do not worry. I will definitely control my spiritual energy.”
Mu Yinfeng held her breath and looked inward. A bleak smile bloomed at the corner of her lips. She held the armrest and sat up, barely raising her eyes toward Huixue, only to discover Huixue was looking at her too.
Huixue’s pale-blue eyes were still covered with a thin layer of ice, but deep beneath that ice, something faintly flowed.
That thing made Mu Yinfeng’s heart startle for no reason. For an instant, she felt as if her whole being would be drawn into that moving current.
Could Huixue still…
Mu Yinfeng lowered her head and smiled dispiritedly. How was that possible? She still had some self-awareness. It would be hard enough for Huixue not to hate her now. The care Huixue was giving her was probably only kindness toward a fellow disciple, born from Huixue’s nature. She had personally cut off the fate between them.
“Yinfeng, if you want to say something, say it,” Huixue said softly, placing her hand on Mu Yinfeng’s shoulder as she spoke.
“There is one thing I want to ask of Eldest Senior Sister.” Mu Yinfeng sighed softly. Her voice was almost inaudible. Huixue had to lean her ear closer to hear that thread-thin voice clearly.
“If my spiritual energy goes out of control, please kill me with your own hands, Eldest Senior Sister.” Mu Yinfeng’s voice was very low. Her body leaned toward Huixue, wanting to rest against her as usual, but she gave up the thought. She looked into Huixue’s eyes again, as if she wanted to smile, but when the smile reached her lips, there was only silent weeping. “If I die by Eldest Senior Sister’s hand, I will have no resentment.”