After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 75.2

The girl seemed frightened by Ran Fan-yin’s spell. She immediately moved away from Ning Song-wu and Ran Fan-yin, her face panicked as she cried out, “Monster!”

Ran Fan-yin was taken aback and froze in place. Ning Song-wu was surprised by her reaction. Is this the five-hundred-year-old strongest human?

This is too weird. The mysteries surrounding Ran Fan-yin were piling up, making Ning Song-wu quite curious.

She stepped forward and tugged on Ran Fan-yin’s sleeve, then calmly said, “Master, undo his spell. Let’s go.”

Ran Fan-yin snapped back to reality. She was still worried about the girl: “But her…”

“Only she can save herself.”

Ran Fan-yin still couldn’t agree with this statement. If they left the girl here, she might be beaten to death.

Seeing Ran Fan-yin still hesitating, Ning Song-wu felt a bit complex. She let go of Ran Fan-yin’s sleeve: “Master, do you have a spell that can make people speak the truth?”

Ran Fan-yin saw the seriousness on Ning Song-wu’s face and felt her own momentum was being suppressed. Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, she said, “Yes.”

Ning Song-wu’s expression remained calm: “Master, please help me with a spell. I have some questions for her.”

Ning Song-wu’s finger pointed at the girl. Her purpose was clear.

The Truth Spell would not cause great harm to a human, so Ran Fan-yin cast it without burden.

Ning Song-wu slowly approached the girl, who had been affected by the spell. She looked down and watched as increasing fear flashed across the girl’s face. Then, Ning Song-wu smiled and asked, “Why didn’t you explain the situation and call for help on the road?”

A look of struggle crossed the girl’s face, and then she became like a soulless puppet. She mechanically answered, “Because as long as I explain clearly to my father, he will forgive me.”

“Why did your father sell you?”

“Because he is addicted to gambling and gambled me away.”

“Don’t you hate your father?”

“No, I believe he will get better after he quits gambling.”

Ning Song-wu turned and spread her hands toward the expressionless Ran Fan-yin, her expression very helpless: “Master, others cannot save her. Only she can.”

Ran Fan-yin was conflicted. After thinking it over, she still cast a spell on the girl.

Ning Song-wu watched her cast the spell, guessing it was some kind of protection magic. Ning Song-wu couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

Ran Fan-yin paid no attention. She simply said faintly to Ning Song-wu, “Let’s go.”

Then she turned and walked back. Ning Song-wu looked at her retreating figure and found it a little jarring.

She gathered her emotions and quickly followed. The two walked on, one after the other, maintaining a suitable distance.

Suddenly, Ran Fan-yin stopped. Ning Song-wu had been looking down at the road, and before she knew it, she bumped into Ran Fan-yin’s back.

Ning Song-wu clutched her nose, feeling that the person’s back was too hard. Her nose was almost crooked.

“Do you dislike humans?”

Ning Song-wu stopped clutching her nose. She gave a small laugh: “Naturally, I don’t dislike them.”

“That’s good.”

Ran Fan-yin continued walking after saying this.

Ning Song-wu looked at Ran Fan-yin’s back and thought to herself, “She is inexplicably strange (莫名其妙 – Mò míng qí miào, corrected from ‘岑名其妙’ in the original Chinese).”

Inner turmoil raged. Ning Song-wu had never found dressing someone so difficult.

After much struggle, Ning Song-wu finally managed to put clothes on Ran Fan-yin.

Because Ning Song-wu had her eyes closed while dressing her, Ran Fan-yin was not wearing them very neatly. When Ning Song-wu opened her eyes, she saw a portion of her collarbone and beautiful swan neck exposed.

Ning Song-wu’s face flushed again as she straightened her clothes. Finally, the parts that shouldn’t be exposed were covered, and Ning Song-wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Song-wu felt weak and couldn’t help but despise herself wildly.

Just as she was losing her mind, Ran Fan-yin’s weak voice drifted over: “Water…”

Ran Fan-yin wasn’t awake; she was just softly murmuring.

There was water nearby. Ning Song-wu turned and walked toward the spring. The closer she got to the spring, the lower the temperature became. The water must be freezing.

But this place was all stone walls. The only water she could find now was this spring. Without a container, Ning Song-wu could only scoop it up with her hands. As soon as her hands entered the water, they became numb with cold.

Feeling unable to move her hands, Ning Song-wu gritted her teeth and forced them up.

How can she drink water this cold? A flash of regret suddenly arose in Ning Song-wu’s heart. She thought that if she had only learned a little bit of magic back then, she wouldn’t be in this situation where she couldn’t advance or retreat.

Ning Song-wu couldn’t endure the peculiar coldness of the spring water. She only felt stiff all over, and even moving her legs became a difficult task. Gradually, her thinking also became slower and slower.

The scenery in front of her gradually blurred, leaving only the person lying on the ground still clear. Putting the spring water down might give her a chance to live, but Ning Song-wu couldn’t let go.

Gradually, Ran Fan-yin in Ning Song-wu’s eyes also blurred. She couldn’t hold on and collapsed onto the ground. A layer of frost slowly condensed on her body, about to cover her head.

Just then, a shocking burst of heat suddenly emanated from Ning Song-wu’s body, melting the frost and snow.

The previously unconscious Demon Emperor (妖皇) opened her eyes, which were now crimson. She slowly stood up, her consciousness having just awakened and still a little confused about the situation.

Rubbing her temples, the Demon Emperor began to sort through her memories. She remembered that she had originally intended to come and cause some trouble for Ran Fan-yin, but as soon as she entered the cave, Ning Song-wu had taken over her consciousness.

The Demon Emperor then searched through Ning Song-wu’s memories. After understanding the cause and effect, the Demon Emperor’s mood became as complicated as Ning Song-wu’s, but for the Demon Emperor, there was more mockery.

However, with Ran Fan-yin so severely injured, it was a good opportunity to eliminate her.

Malice grew in the Demon Emperor’s heart. She slowly stood up and walked toward Ran Fan-yin. Firelight flashed in her hand, making the gloomy cave brighter.

She recalled the battle five hundred years ago, when this monster shattered her Demon Core with a single sword stroke, decapitating her in front of a crowd.

The Demon Emperor had the pain and humiliation from that time etched onto her soul, never to be forgotten.

She sneered as she approached Ran Fan-yin: “Die!”

“Master, there is naturally a lot of unfairness in this world. It’s fine for Junior Sister to like fogs,” Jiang Yue spoke up for Ran Fan-yin.

“For me personally, this is not a matter worth mentioning. But as the Sect Master of the Northern Vengeance Palace, I must consider the feelings of the other disciples. Furthermore, that child is certainly under Ran Fan-yin’s protection. This will arouse the jealousy of other disciples, and in the future, she will probably make many enemies. This is not a good thing for the child.”

Cheng Yun-huan was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke up: “Master, everything that happens has its own cause and condition. Let Ran Fan-yin do as she wishes.”

Hon-shen Cen pondered for a moment and then nodded.

The twelfth lunar month was drawing to a close. The snow on Northern Vengeance Mountain was falling heavier and heavier, blanketing the multi-layered palace buildings with a thick, grayish-white snow.

In the small courtyard of the Withering-Prospering Pavilion, a large round stone table was laden with steaming dishes. Cen Ran sat at the table, calmly eating his lunch.

Luo Sheng was ten steps away from the stone table, holding a massive stone pillar above his head in a horse stance. In the cold winter, a thin layer of sweat seeped onto his forehead. Luo Sheng glared angrily at the three women—no, one woman, one girl, and one monkey—sitting at the stone table. His stomach pitifully rumbled.

Ning Song-wu had been recuperating in the Withering-Prospering Pavilion for nearly a month. Her wounds were mostly healed; only her right hand was still wrapped in thick cotton cloth. She had been exceptionally well-cared for by Cen Ran and Ran Fan-yin. Her cheeks had become rounder, making her more delicate and lovable. She could no longer be called a monkey. Ning Song-wu was now sitting on Ran Fan-yin’s lap. Ran Fan-yin’s expression was her usual indifference, but she was very gently feeding Ning Song-wu.

“Master…” Luo Sheng said pitifully, “Master, I know I was wrong. I promise I won’t tease Little Junior Sister anymore. I’ve been standing here all morning and haven’t had a sip of water…”

Ning Song-wu’s dark, bright eyes narrowed. She seriously watched Ran Fan-yin feeding her. Seeing that Ran Fan-yin kept bringing spoonfuls of white rice and food to her mouth and hadn’t eaten a single bite herself, Ning Song-wu raised her right hand, wanting to take the spoon.

Ran Fan-yin held Ning Song-wu’s small, bandaged paw: “Don’t move recklessly. The wound might split open.”

Cen Ran was a little worried: “Master, Ning Song-wu’s right hand is so severely injured. I fear she will never be able to hold a sword again. What should we do?”

“If her right hand is crippled, she still has her left,” Ran Fan-yin didn’t think this was a critical issue. On the contrary, unlike the habit of most swordsmen who use their right hand, Ning Song-wu cultivating with her left hand would actually give her an advantage when fighting them.

“That reminds me, Master. I remember you accidentally acquired a bottle of Flowing Jade a few years ago. I’ve heard that Martial Uncle Jiang Yue is no longer convenient for forging swords these years, so what about that bottle of Flowing Jade as Ning Song-wu’s initiation gift?”

It was said that when Flowing Jade was in a liquid state, it could dissolve and mix with any other liquid substance in the world, achieving even more astonishing effects. Therefore, a large part of Flowing Jade’s value lay in its secondary fusion with another substance.

Ran Fan-yin continued to feed Ning Song-wu while replying to Cen Ran: “You thought of that quite thoroughly. Ning Song-wu’s constitution is naturally cold and weak. The warming effect of the Flowing Jade itself would be of great benefit to her body. However, what should we fuse with the Flowing Jade?”

“You are right. Although Flowing Jade is not as valuable as the swords Martial Brother Jiang Yue forged for you, it is indeed more needed by Ning Song-wu. And since it is a gift from me to my disciple, it is proper to add a drop of my blood.” Ran Fan-yin lifted Ning Song-wu from her lap after she finished eating and rubbed her head.

“Hey… Master… Master, I was wrong. I’m really wrong. Your disciple is really hungry, Master!” Luo Sheng cried out in distress while still holding the stone pillar.

Ran Fan-yin said, “Come and eat.”

Luo Sheng threw the stone pillar and scrambled to the stone table, where he began to devour his food.

Ning Song-wu couldn’t speak yet. She just curiously moved her gaze back and forth between Ran Fan-yin and Cen Ran’s faces, her eyes extremely bright. Suddenly, her nose tickled, and she let out a sneeze, “Ah—choo—!”

Luo Sheng froze instantly, forgetting to chew.

Ran Fan-yin knelt down on one knee to meet the gaze of the short Ning Song-wu. She took out a white handkerchief and gently covered Ning Song-wu’s small, snot-bubbling nose, her tone soft: “Blow hard.”

Ning Song-wu looked at Ran Fan-yin’s serious expression, her dark, bright eyes curving into a smile, like an adorable crescent moon. She gave a forceful snort with her nose, and the sound of thick snot being blown out could be heard.

“Ugh—” Luo Sheng gagged, spitting out the food he had just put into his mouth. “Master, that’s disgusting!”

The maid next to him looked embarrassed, her face complex: “Your Eminence, let us do it…”

Ran Fan-yin carefully wiped both of Ning Song-wu’s nostrils clean and placed the snot-covered handkerchief aside: “No need. I like to do it myself.”

Cen Ran: “…”

Luo Sheng: “Ugh…”