After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Yu Yuan recited “The Scripture of Clarity and Stillness”.

The imagined pain of being pierced by ten thousand arrows didn’t come.

Yu Yuan opened her eyes and found that the black mist surrounding them, including the graves, had completely vanished.

She and Xue Qingshu were once again immersed in the void.

Wait, Xue Qingshu!

Yu Yuan looked down at the person lying on the ground, now completely unconscious, and quickly bent over to check her injuries.

The black mist was gone, but the wound on Xue Qingshu’s lower abdomen was real.

Blood had soaked through her waistband, staining a large patch of her clothes.

Yu Yuan wanted to use a spell to temporarily stop the bleeding, but for some reason, after several attempts, it had no effect.

The blood flowing from Xue Qingshu’s abdomen grew heavier, pooling beneath her and spreading out into a crimson puddle.

Yu Yuan frowned, her heart racing with anxiety. Suddenly, she noticed that Xue Qingshu’s blood had, at some point, transformed into pure white petals.

Immediately afterward, a sudden gust of wind swept behind her, scattering the petals and paving a unique, temporary path of flowers.

Yu Yuan knelt in place, staring at the flower path, utterly surprised.

What was going on?

She was confused, but she also reasoned that the appearance of this flower path must have a purpose.

So, she quickly scooped Xue Qingshu up in her arms and followed the path forward until she reached its end.

The end of the flower path led to a courtyard.

Yu Yuan recognized this courtyard immediately; it was too familiar.

Because this courtyard was none other than her own residence on Qinglan Peak.

Yu Yuan didn’t understand why the courtyard would look like her home.

But after a moment of hesitation, she pushed open the gate and stepped into the small yard.

Inside, a pear tree was growing, its pear blossoms fully open, scattering white petals all over the courtyard and linking up with the flower path outside.

Yu Yuan remembered that the pear tree in her own courtyard had never once bloomed or borne a single pear.

This tree is certainly strange.

She mused briefly, then carried Xue Qingshu into the house.

The furnishings inside were exactly like those in Yu Yuan’s room on Qinglan Peak.

Yu Yuan walked to the bedside, gently lowered Xue Qingshu, then reached out, placed her hand on the collar of her clothes, took a deep breath, and cautiously slipped the clothing off.

After removing the blood-soaked outer garment, Yu Yuan lifted Xue Qingshu’s inner clothing halfway up.

She glanced at the other woman’s lower abdomen, her eyebrows arching slightly. She found that the bleeding, which the spell couldn’t stop earlier, had inexplicably stopped on its own after entering this courtyard.

However, the terrible, gaping wound was still there.

So, after a moment of relief, Yu Yuan quickly pulled three porcelain bottles from her storage pouch and arranged them on the low side table beside the bed.

With the bottles ready, Yu Yuan looked back at the wound on Xue Qingshu’s abdomen.

She performed a Water Cleansing spell to first wash away the dried blood.

Next, she picked up the first porcelain bottle on the side table, opened it, and poured the contents onto Xue Qingshu’s abdomen.

The medicine on her skin caused a stinging, burning pain.

Xue Qingshu let out a muffled groan, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her face.

Seeing this, Yu Yuan quickly grabbed the second porcelain bottle from the table and sprinkled the analgesic powder inside onto Xue Qingshu’s abdomen to stop the pain.

Once the pain subsided, Xue Qingshu quickly fell silent again.

Yu Yuan let out a long breath, picked up a topical ointment, dipped her fingertip into the bottle, scooped out a piece, and slowly applied it to Xue Qingshu.

With the abdominal wound treated, there was still her back.

Yu Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, holding her breath to carefully help Xue Qingshu lie on her side, and then, using the same method, treated the wounds on her back.

After all that, there was one final step.

Yu Yuan pulled a roll of white gauze from her storage pouch, unrolled it, and carefully bandaged Xue Qingshu’s injuries.

“Whew—finally finished.”

Yu Yuan leaned back exhaustedly against the bedpost, her hands dangling at her sides. She sat idly for a short while before getting up, facing Xue Qingshu, joining two fingers, and transferring spiritual power to her.

Transferring spiritual power would help Xue Qingshu heal her wounds faster.

This was the main reason Yu Yuan, a half-baked medical cultivator, dared to save Xue Qingshu.

The gentle spiritual energy slowly flowed into Xue Qingshu’s meridians, washing away all discomfort.

Xue Qingshu’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and her scattered consciousness slowly re-coalesced, bringing her to a slight state of lucidity from the chaos.

“A’Yuan,” she murmured in a low voice.

In the darkness, she saw a woman in a pale yellow dress standing under a pear tree, waving to her.

At the same time, Yu Yuan, who heard Xue Qingshu suddenly call her name, jolted. She immediately leaned closer to Xue Qingshu and anxiously asked: “What is it? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

Xue Qingshu didn’t answer her.

Instead, a hand wrapped around Yu Yuan’s neck.

“A’Yuan, don’t go. I’m cold,” Xue Qingshu hugged Yu Yuan, her body unnaturally cold.

Yu Yuan’s heart sank. She remembered what those old medical cultivators from Huichun Valley used to say: “If the body is cool to the touch, you’d better start planning the burial.”

Immediately, she threw caution to the wind. She quickly wrapped one arm around Xue Qingshu, while the other pulled the large cotton quilt from the bed, covering both herself and the other woman.

With the quilt over them, it instantly became much warmer.

But Xue Qingshu’s body was still terribly cold.

So, Yu Yuan arranged for Xue Qingshu to lie entirely in her arms, using her spiritual power to warm her up.

Clinging tightly to each other, the two eventually drifted off to sleep as time passed.

*******

The next day, a ray of morning light filtered through the window lattice, illuminating the entire room.

Yu Yuan raised one hand, drowsily trying to shield her eyes, when she suddenly felt her other hand was incredibly numb, as if something heavy was pressing on it.

She tried to pull her hand out. Halfway through the movement, her fingertips suddenly brushed against something smooth.

Yu Yuan: …

Her mind briefly stalled. She lowered the hand shielding her eyes and turned her gaze to the hand that was pinned down.

Then, her eyes met those of Xue Qingshu, who had just opened her eyes and was looking up at her.

Yu Yuan: ……

Xue Qingshu: ……

Both fell silent simultaneously, and the atmosphere became instantly awkward.

After a long moment, Yu Yuan finally broke the silence, asking Xue Qingshu: “Are you okay?”

Xue Qingshu’s silvery pupils dimmed slightly. She pushed herself up from the bed, turning her back to Yu Yuan. “I’m fine.”

As she spoke, the quilt slipped down from her front, revealing that she was wearing only her inner garment.

Xue Qingshu: ……

Yu Yuan: !!!!!!!!!!!!

She shot up from the bed with a “whoosh!” Suddenly, she didn’t care about the numbness in her hand. She grabbed her storage pouch and pulled out four or five different dresses, laying them out in front of Xue Qingshu.

“The dress you were wearing yesterday was covered in blood, and I needed to treat your wounds, so I took it off for you.”

Yu Yuan knelt opposite Xue Qingshu, her head bowed low.

Xue Qingshu glanced at her, then at the four different styles of pale yellow dresses in front of her, and said darkly: “So, you took my clothes off, but you didn’t remember to put any back on me.”

Yu Yuan lowered her head even further. “I was flustered. I forgot.”

Xue Qingshu casually picked up one of the dresses and put it on, not continuing the topic. “Did you break the illusion?”

She observed the surroundings, her gaze finally settling on the window outside, where she could now perceive day and night.

“Yes, I broke it,” Yu Yuan replied, her mind still preoccupied, then quickly caught herself. “Illusion?”

Xue Qingshu retracted her gaze and looked at Yu Yuan: “Still haven’t realized it?”

Yu Yuan shook her head, then nodded.

After the black mist disappeared, she had suspected something was wrong, but the severely wounded Xue Qingshu had prevented her from dwelling on it.

Now, thinking calmly, the black mist was indeed odd.

Coupled with the way she dispelled the mist…

Yu Yuan remembered the first trial in the Brahma Illusionary Realm: the Nightmare.

The truth dawned on her.

“That old man was conjured by my own imagination,” she stated with certainty.

Xue Qingshu nodded, adding: “And that person’s power level was also determined by your imagination.”

Yu Yuan’s thoughts broadened: “Since that person was conjured by my imagination, then the things he did must also be what I—”

She didn’t finish the thought.

Xue Qingshu completed it for her: “—also what you imagined the Soul Annihilation Array Spirit would do.”

Yu Yuan: It truly was like that…

Feeling a bit socially mortified, she asked Xue Qingshu: “When did you realize that Array Spirit was conjured by my imagination?”

Xue Qingshu leaned back against the headboard, pressing on her slightly throbbing temples, and told Yu Yuan: “It was when the Array Spirit said he would let you go but wouldn’t let me go.”

Yu Yuan: ?

She looked at Xue Qingshu, her eyes full of confusion.

Xue Qingshu kindly explained: “The Soul Annihilation Array is not a demon-slaying array. If he were truly the Array Spirit, he wouldn’t just try to kill me while letting you go.”

Yu Yuan: That makes a lot of sense.

She felt even more socially embarrassed.

She should have read the situation more carefully before conjuring the Array Spirit.

Xue Qingshu added: “Furthermore, there’s another point that proves the Array Spirit was an illusion born from your mind.”

Ignoring the sharp pain from her abdominal wound, she got up, placed her hand on the headboard behind Yu Yuan, and deliberately brought her face close to Yu Yuan’s.

Yu Yuan unconsciously looked up, meeting Xue Qingshu’s eyes. Unable to retreat, she could only look at her and listen: “The other point is, if he truly wanted to kill me, there would be no need to specifically tell you who I was before doing so.”

The implication was clear: only Yu Yuan knew that Immortal Lord Wen Ti was an identity falsified by Xue Qingshu, and only Yu Yuan would need that point confirmed.

After speaking, Xue Qingshu removed her hand from the headboard and sat back down, but her gaze remained fixed on Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan hadn’t realized that at the same time she uncovered her opponent’s secret identity, the opponent had seen through her.

She felt a moment of melancholy but quickly composed herself and asked Xue Qingshu seriously: “Why was this illusion generated by me and not by you?”

Xue Qingshu speculated: “It is likely that the Soul Annihilation Array is born from the fear in a person’s heart, and I hold no fear toward the array.”

“I see,” Yu Yuan looked around the room, her mood suddenly becoming heavy again. “Do you think this room we are in now might also be an illusion created by my mind?”

Xue Qingshu nodded: “It’s possible.”

Yu Yuan wondered: “Then what is the source of my fear this time?”

Xue Qingshu replied concisely: “We’ll know soon enough.”

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