After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 16

The remaining Nightmare Rifts were each difficult to approach.

Yu Yuan pulled out a purple talisman, her heart aching.

Her five hundred spirit stones were about to vanish just like that.

Though she felt a sharp pang of distress, Yu Yuan’s use of the talisman was swift and decisive, showing no hesitation.

While Xue Qingshu was dealing with the first few Shadow Corpses that came up, Yu Yuan used a nearby bed as a foothold, stepped up, and quickly flew toward the Nightmare Rift with the fewest Shadow Corpses at the ceiling. She slapped the purple talisman onto the plaster.

It was a Stasis Talisman.

Yu Yuan landed on the floor and snapped her fingers.

Immediately, the talisman she had just placed above her head flashed with a purple light, freezing all the dark, twisted Shadow Corpses in place.

With the Shadow Corpses immobilized, Xue Qingshu retracted her light blade, kicked aside the foul-smelling, gaping corpse in front of her, and walked over to Yu Yuan’s side.

“You have something you want to ask me?”

She met Yu Yuan’s gaze, having guessed what the other person was thinking.

However, when Yu Yuan heard her, she looked down, avoiding her eyes, and stayed silent.

Yu Yuan definitely had questions for Xue Qingshu.

But she didn’t dare ask.

Even though her villainous master had been emotionally stable these past few days, Yu Yuan was still afraid that one moment of displeasure would result in her being sent to an early grave, departing from this beautiful world sooner than planned.

After a moment of internal struggle, Yu Yuan lied to Xue Qingshu: “Master, you’re overthinking it. There’s nothing I want to ask you.”

Xue Qingshu drew out a soft, ‘Oh,’ and asked, “Is that so?”

Yu Yuan nodded emphatically: “It is.”

Xue Qingshu was silent for a moment, choosing not to expose her lie. “If that’s the case, then let’s go.”

With that, she casually picked one of the Nightmare Rifts and stepped into it.

Yu Yuan stood rooted for a short while before eventually following her, leaving the nightmare that was about to completely dissipate.

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Coming out from the nightmare, they returned to the dim, small room in the infirmary.

On the bed, Qin Niang was already awake.

She was hugging her knees, looking lost, and huddled motionlessly in the corner of the bed.

Diagonally across from her, Wei Haoran, who had just been pulled out of the nightmare, was slumped halfway over the edge of the bed with eyes tightly shut, fast asleep.

Not long after, Xue Qingshu also appeared in the small room.

She stood a few steps from the bed, first glancing at Qin Niang directly opposite her, then letting her gaze fall upon Wei Haoran.

This person truly is an eyesore, Xue Qingshu mused, narrowing her eyes. Her hand under her sleeve opened slightly, and a blade of light gathered in her palm.

She was preparing to fake a scene where Wei Haoran had been torn to shreds by a nightmare rift.

But just as she was about to strike, Yu Yuan suddenly appeared, positioning herself between Xue Qingshu and Wei Haoran.

Yu Yuan completely shielded Wei Haoran, sitting cross-legged on the floor, frantically pressing her temples.

Xue Qingshu didn’t want to attack someone right in front of Yu Yuan.

So, she stood beside the other woman for a moment, dispelled her light blade, and helped Yu Yuan up from the ground.

“Headache?” Xue Qingshu asked.

Yu Yuan closed her eyes and nodded: “A little.”

A little? This is awful… Yu Yuan complained inwardly.

She felt like her head was about to explode right off her neck!

Seeing Yu Yuan’s small face turn pale, Xue Qingshu naturally guessed that she was downplaying her pain.

She pressed down on the hands that Yu Yuan was desperately using to rub her temples, joined her fingers, and transferred a trace of spiritual energy into Yu Yuan’s forehead.

The spiritual energy washed through Yu Yuan’s sea of consciousness.

Yu Yuan’s attempt to pull free of Xue Qingshu’s hand paused. She realized that just that small amount of energy had indeed made her throbbing head quiet down considerably.

As the headache eased, Yu Yuan calmed down.

Xue Qingshu slowly released her hand and asked, “Do you feel better now?”

Yu Yuan opened her eyes, wiped away the tears that the pain had forced out, and replied, “Much better.”

Relieved, Xue Qingshu told Yu Yuan: “You were just subjected to a backlash from something in the Nightmare Rift.”

Yu Yuan looked confused: “Backlash? What kind of backlash?”

Xue Qingshu explained: “The Nightmare Rift is filled with a person’s deepest fears. Wei Haoran forcibly tore open the nightmare, allowing this ‘fear’ to take form and, subsequently, devour anyone who enters the rift.”

“Wei Haoran…”

Yu Yuan caught the name, her willow-shaped eyebrows lightly furrowing. She turned to look around behind her, finally focusing on the owner of the name.

“Is he dead?”

Yu Yuan looked at the tightly shut eyes of Wei Haoran, already mentally preparing his death notice.

“Not yet.”

Xue Qingshu also looked at Wei Haoran.

But it’s hard to say about the future, she added the second half of the sentence in her mind.

Yu Yuan couldn’t hear Xue Qingshu’s thoughts.

In her memory, Immortal Lord Wen Ti was very fond of Wei Haoran, the male protagonist.

Therefore, although she really wanted to take advantage of Wei Haoran’s unconscious state and stab him a few times, constrained by ‘Immortal Lord Wen Ti’ standing right next to her, she could only postpone the ‘stabbing’ for later.

The unconscious Wei Haoran dodged a disaster.

Their attention then shifted to the shivering Qin Niang on the bed.

Xue Qingshu was cold-hearted toward everyone except Yu Yuan, so she merely glanced at Qin Niang before turning her attention elsewhere.

As for Yu Yuan, she moved softly, stepping closer to Qin Niang.

Qin Niang noticed Yu Yuan’s movement and shrank back, her voice was trembling: “Are you the Young Sect Master?”

Yu Yuan stopped, standing one step away from the bed.

“It’s me,” she lowered her voice, afraid of startling Qin Niang. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

After asking the question, Yu Yuan subtly nudged the unconscious Wei Haoran, who was leaning on the bed’s edge, pushing him a little further away from herself.

Qin Niang shook her head: “Qin Niang is fine. Young Sect Master need not worry.”

As she spoke, she cautiously raised her gaze. Her innocent doe eyes had slightly red corners, a sight that naturally made one feel pity.

“Young Sect Master, did you come to save me?” Qin Niang suddenly asked Yu Yuan. “You will take me away from here, right?”

Meeting Qin Niang’s eyes, Yu Yuan’s heart softened: “Yes, I will take you away from here.”

Qin Niang had suffered too much in her life.

She deserves a chance at a different life, a good one, Yu Yuan thought.

Qin Niang clearly hadn’t expected Yu Yuan to agree so quickly.

She froze for a moment, then instantly reacted, scrambling out of the bed and stumbling to her knees at Yu Yuan’s feet. She heavily kowtowed several times, tears blurring her vision: “Young Sect Master’s great kindness I, Qin Niang, will never forget.”

Her emotions overwhelmed her at the thought of finally escaping this sea of suffering.

Seeing this, Yu Yuan quickly helped her up, feeling a bit embarrassed: “It was just a small favor; you don’t need to dwell on it.”

Especially since she had been a passive bystander several times before, failing to offer a helping hand.

If the City Lord’s manor hadn’t faced disaster, I probably wouldn’t have helped Qin Niang, Yu Yuan thought.

Yu Yuan and Qin Niang talked for a little while longer. Afterward, Xue Qingshu told Yu Yuan: “A’Yuan, the fog is about to lift.”

Her gaze was fixed outside the window on the rockery, which was now faintly visible.

Yu Yuan looked, too.

She asked Xue Qingshu: “Isn’t the fog lifting a good thing?”

If the fog lifted, wouldn’t it be easier for them to deal with the Shadow Corpses hiding in it?

Xue Qingshu’s expression was grave: “It’s not good. When the fog lifts, the Shadow Corpses will be able to smell our scent and use it to attack us.”

While they could see better, the combat power of the Shadow Corpses would also skyrocket.

And a swarm of Shadow Corpses wouldn’t be any less trouble than one that specialized in sneak attacks—it would be far worse.

Yu Yuan quickly understood the severity of the situation.

She asked, “Is there a solution?”

Xue Qingshu answered simply: “Find the Shadow Corpses’ true body.”

The Shadow Corpses’ true body was a person.

The original ‘First Shadow Corpse’ was created by this person using their own vital essence and a forbidden technique, refining a living person into the thing.

Furthermore, the reason the Shadow Corpses in the ‘Brahma Illusion’ could be continuously generated was that the First Shadow Corpse, which possessed the true body’s vital essence, could replicate.

And the replicated Shadow Corpses, including the First Shadow Corpse itself, were all controlled by the true body.

Therefore, as long as the true body was recalled, all the Shadow Corpses in the Brahma Illusion would vanish completely.

Hearing this, and recalling the original novel, Yu Yuan had a good idea of who the Shadow Corpses’ true body was.

But just as she was about to share the information with Xue Qingshu, the door to the infirmary, outside the curtain, suddenly creaked open and pushed inward.

Immediately after, a voice rang out.

“Who are you?”

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