After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 39.2

Inside the passage, it was pitch black and the temperature was unusually low.

Elder Yunting, huddled on the side of the passage, quickly got up when she saw Yu Yuan and the others enter.

“I’ve looked. It’s only this one path,” she said, rubbing her hands for warmth.

Yu Yuan looked at the dark tunnel behind her and nodded. “Thank you for scouting the way, Elder.”

Elder Yunting blew into her palms and continued rubbing her hands. “It’s a small matter. Your father instructed me to look after you all.”

She then joined the group, letting Yu Yan, who was using the Tracing Spell, and Qin Beilu, who was lighting the way with a tinderbox, take the lead.

The passage seemed endless.

After walking for a long time, Yu Yan suddenly stopped and turned around, telling Yu Yuan, “Big Sister, the Tracing Spell seems to be failing here.”

Her expression was serious.

Yu Yuan saw this, patted her shoulder, and comforted her. “It’s alright. We’ll just think of another way to find Changyu Lin.”

Then, her gaze fell on a fork in the path a few steps away. She mused for a moment, then suddenly asked Yu Yan, “How did you get the message from Xi Mengjiao earlier?”

Before, everything happened too fast; every step was improvised.

Now that they had paused, some clues hadn’t been fully sorted out.

“Xi Mengjiao’s message came from this thing,” Yu Yan explained when Yu Yuan asked. She handed the tinderbox to Qin Beilu to hold, then took a thin piece of profound iron from her storage pouch and briefly explained:

“This thing is called a Hand-Iron. It came from the Demon Race. It’s been popular in the black market lately, so I asked a fellow sister to buy one for me. It works similarly to a Communication Talisman, but it has many more functions, and it’s durable.”

Yu Yuan took the Hand-Iron and examined it, remembering something: a mobile phone.

“A’Yan, how do I read the messages Xi Mengjiao sent you?” Yu Yuan was still unfamiliar with this replica mobile phone.

Yu Yan reached out, swiped her fingers across the Hand-Iron a few times, and a chat dialogue box appeared.

The chat box was split in two. On the right was a guqin circle, clearly Yu Yan.

As for the provocative profile picture on the left, it was naturally Xi Mengjiao.

In the chat box next to Xi Mengjiao’s picture, there were many messages. The last one read: Sis, save me save me save me, this Mo Zhao is playing a dirty trick on me! She locked me up!

Yu Yuan could easily imagine Xi Mengjiao’s tone.

She moved her gaze down to a plus sign at the bottom of the chat box.

She clicked the plus sign, and an icon labeled “Location” appeared.

Yu Yuan silently clicked it, then prepared to return the Hand-Iron to Yu Yan.

But just then, the Hand-Iron vibrated, and a message arrived from Xi Mengjiao.

Yu Yuan opened the Hand-Iron again and found that Xi Mengjiao had sent her location information, along with a message: That Mo Zhao is gone, Sis, hurry!

Yu Yuan: …

She handed the Hand-Iron back to Yu Yan. “If we find Xi Mengjiao, we should have a lead on Changyu Lin.”

Xi Mengjiao’s location was just a hundred paces away.

The group walked in the passage for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and finally found Xi Mengjiao’s figure in a prison cell.

Xi Mengjiao was huddled in the corner of the cell.

Her hair was messy, and her silver jewelry was scattered all over the ground, suggesting she had been through a fierce fight.

“Xi Mengjiao!” Yu Yan kicked open the cell door and shouted inside.

Hearing the voice, Xi Mengjiao stopped clawing at the straw mat beneath her feet, turned, and met Yu Yan’s eyes.

“Sis, you finally came to save me!” Xi Mengjiao was thrilled. Two clear lines of tears streamed down her dirty face.

She had almost thought she was done for here.

It was a good thing she was well-connected and had prepared a backup plan.

“Why would Mo Zhao lock you up here?” Yu Yan pushed away Xi Mengjiao, who was hugging her tightly, and asked.

Xi Mengjiao stood still and explained, “It’s a long story…”

Yu Yuan, standing nearby, interrupted. “The short version. Someone here is waiting to be saved.”

Xi Mengjiao looked confused.

She looked at Yi Yue, who was covered in blood on Yu Yuan’s back, and gasped. “Did Mo Zhao do this, too? She’s insane! She won’t even spare her own wife!”

Yu Yuan frowned.

Her face grew cold.

Seeing this, Xi Mengjiao instantly sped up her explanation. “I followed Mo Zhao to the Mo Family’s treasure house. Afterward, she brought me back to the Mo Residence. Unexpectedly, as soon as we got back, she tricked me into the garden and ambushed me. When the ambush failed, she locked me in this awful prison cell.”

Yu Yuan nodded.

She lowered her gaze and thought for a moment, then pressed on. “Do you have a way to find Mo Zhao? We need to know where she locked up Changyu Lin.”

“Find Mo Zhao?” Xi Mengjiao’s lips curved up. “Then you’ve found the right person! I’ll help you drag that person out right now!”

As she spoke, she walked over to Yu Yuan and grabbed the hand of Yi Yue on her back. “The True Love Thread on Yi Yue’s wrist hasn’t been removed yet. With this Thread, Mo Zhao can’t escape.”

Xi Mengjiao brought two fingers together and drew them across Yi Yue’s wrist. A red thread immediately appeared on Yi Yue’s wrist.

From the red thread, a dark red strand was pulled out, hanging in mid-air. The other end stretched into the darkness, its end was unknown.

“Follow this True Love Thread, and you’ll find Mo Zhao,” Xi Mengjiao said.

Everyone exchanged glances and immediately started walking in the direction the True Love Strand extended.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yu Yuan, carrying Yi Yue, began to breathe slightly heavily.

Qin Niang walked beside her and asked softly, “Young Sect Master, how about I carry Fairy Yi for a bit?”

Yu Yuan met Qin Niang’s eyes and shook her head. “It’s fine. I can manage.”

With that, she quickened her pace to catch up with Yu Yan, who was leading the way.

Qin Niang, seeing this, didn’t press the issue. She quietly walked behind Yu Yuan, occasionally helping to support Yi Yue’s body.

Xue Qingshu walked at the very back.

Her gaze drifted from Qin Niang, who stuck close to Yu Yuan, to Elder Yunting, who constantly walked beside her.

This trusted elder sent by Yu Qinzhong seems quite fond of sticking close to her.

Whether it was a misconception or not, Xue Qingshu couldn’t help but feel as if her hand desperately wanted to twist the other person’s neck…

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Following the True Love Thread, they reached the end.

Yu Yan and Qin Beilu stood side-by-side in front of a cell and stopped.

“Big Sister, I think we don’t need to look for Mo Zhao anymore,” Yu Yan said.

Hearing this, Yu Yuan raised her head, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She followed Yu Yan’s gaze into the cell, her pupils trembling.

The person locked in the cell was Changyu Lin?!

Yu Yuan was surprised. She looked at Xi Mengjiao, who was tugging at the True Love Thread.

Xi Mengjiao met Yu Yuan’s eyes and shook her head rapidly. “I don’t know what’s going on either.”

Yi Yue and Changyu Lin being linked was truly something she hadn’t expected.

“It must be that there was some accident when the True Love Thread was issued, and the line was connected incorrectly,” Xi Mengjiao speculated reasonably.

Yu Yuan said nothing, looking into the cell.

Inside, Changyu Lin raised her hand, looked at the red thread that had suddenly appeared on her wrist, and then turned her head to look at Yu Yuan’s group, who had also suddenly appeared.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed. She was about to use her ability to listen to their thoughts to figure out how they got here.

But before she could activate her power, her gaze fell on the bloodied person.

“Yi Yue?” Changyu Lin frowned. She stood up, walked to the side of the cell, and kicked open the cell door.

“How is she so badly hurt?” Changyu Lin took Yi Yue from Yu Yuan’s back, and the color in her light blue eyes darkened.

Yu Yuan glanced at the now-wobbly cell door and quickly recounted the events leading up to this point.

Changyu Lin grasped the general idea.

She carried Yi Yue into the cell and placed her on a straw mat.

Yu Yuan followed her into the cell and stood nearby. “She’s been poisoned. Only your—”

—blood can save her.

Before Yu Yuan could finish, Changyu Lin pressed her wrist against Yi Yue’s lips.

“How did you know my blood could save her?” Changyu Lin dropped her disguise. Her long hair turned light blue, spreading out behind her.

“Also, how did you know I was the Merman Princess?” Changyu Lin looked at Yu Yuan, her light blue eyes reflecting Yu Yuan’s image.

Yu Yuan’s heart skipped a beat; her inner thoughts were on the verge of betraying her.

But Xue Qingshu suddenly stepped in front of her and gripped Changyu Lin’s neck.

“Don’t push your luck,” she said coldly.

Changyu Lin looked up at Xue Qingshu’s silver eyes, which were facing away from the others, and sneered, “I almost forgot, you—”

—Phantom Demon knows my identity.

Before she could finish, Xue Qingshu leaned closer to her ear and threatened, “Do you want the person in your arms to die?”

Changyu Lin let out a frustrated sound.

She pushed Xue Qingshu’s hand away, rolled her eyes coldly, and said, “Live and let live.”

With that, she reverted to her normal appearance. She helped Yi Yue sit up in her embrace to protect her and began feeding her blood.

Yu Yan also walked into the cell at this moment.

Unaware of what had just happened, she and Xi Mengjiao, who followed right behind her, bypassed the two human walls of Yu Yuan and Xue Qingshu, and moved toward Changyu Lin, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Xi Mengjiao did not know Changyu Lin’s identity.

She watched Changyu Lin feed Yi Yue her blood and asked curiously, “Does that actually work?”

Changyu Lin didn’t even look at Xi Mengjiao, answering directly, “Someone was eager enough to take a cup of my blood earlier. Do you think my blood is useful?”

Xi Mengjiao was speechless and fell silent.

The others also didn’t want to provoke Changyu Lin, so they kept silent too.

The prison cell remained quiet for about fifteen minutes. Changyu Lin had let out enough blood.

She withdrew her hand, her gaze falling on the red thread between her and Yi Yue’s wrists. “You found me using this thing? I thought this thread was supposed to be on Mo Zhao, not on me and Yi Yue.”

Xi Mengjiao was still annoyed at Changyu Lin’s sarcasm and ignored her.

Yu Yuan and Xue Qingshu sat off to the side, also saying nothing.

Only Yu Yan remained. She looked around at the others and, seeing that no one seemed happy to speak, relayed Xi Mengjiao’s earlier speculation herself.

Changyu Lin listened, then looked thoughtful. “I didn’t think it was truly connected to the wrong person.”

Yu Yan looked confused.

The others looked confused.

Xi Mengjiao couldn’t hold back. “What was connected incorrectly???”

Changyu Lin looked up at her. “Just this.”

She held up her hand, pointing to the True Love Thread on her wrist, her tone was without any emotion. “Back then, Mo Zhao told me to connect the thread to the one on her wrist, but she had too many threads, and I got annoyed, so I just tied one randomly. I didn’t realize it was connected to Yi Yue’s thread.”

Xi Mengjiao was aghast.

“This—” She was unable to speak.

Behind her, the rest of the group also fell into silence.

The atmosphere grew cold. Changyu Lin looked at them, confused, then picked Yi Yue up in a fireman’s carry. She walked past the few people blocking the way to the cell door and spoke to the closest person, Wei Haoran. “Let’s go. Lead the way for me.”

In fact, she could have escaped by herself earlier.

However, she was terrible with directions. After escaping a few times, she always circled back to this cell, so she had given up on finding her own way out.

Wei Haoran looked at Changyu Lin, then back at the others behind her. He seemed a little lost. “Immortal Lord, Elder, Young Sect Master, should we go?”

Hearing his question, everyone subconsciously looked at Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan was startled. She met everyone’s eyes and hesitantly said, “Then… let’s go?”

She hadn’t expected to suddenly become the leader and was momentarily overwhelmed.

Only after receiving Yu Yuan’s affirmative was Wei Haoran brave enough to approach the cell door.

However, just as he placed his hand on the door, something unexpected happened.

“Why won’t the cell door open?!” he cried out in alarm.

Changyu Lin, standing beside him, looked at him disdainfully. She raised her foot and gave the door a powerful kick, intending to break it open as she had before.

But when her foot landed, the door didn’t budge an inch.

Changyu Lin’s head tilted slightly in confusion. Then, she delivered two more heavy kicks to the door.

Still, the door remained solid as a mountain.

Changyu Lin was frustrated.

She channeled strength into her foot, preparing to give the door one more powerful strike.

But before her foot could connect, a strange noise echoed inside the cell.

Immediately afterward, crossbows and arrows suddenly appeared on all four walls of the cell.

Swoosh—

The arrows were released instantly.

Yu Yuan’s breath hitched. She quickly flipped her hand, wanting to form a barrier to block the arrows flying toward her.

But to her shock, all the spiritual power in her body seemed to have suddenly vanished; she couldn’t gather it.

Left with no choice, Yu Yuan hastily threw out a Defensive Talisman, successfully blocking the arrows.

“A’Yan, Master, can you still use your spiritual power?” Yu Yuan asked anxiously, turning to Yu Yan and the others, who were also busy blocking arrows.

Yu Yan was holding the yunzheng, which was now bristling with arrows.

“Big Sister, my spiritual power feels sealed,” Yu Yan frowned.

Hearing this, a bad premonition arose in Yu Yuan’s heart.

She quickly pulled out all the remaining Defensive Talismans from her storage pouch and distributed them to everyone.

“Just use these talismans for now,” Yu Yuan said, staring at the crossbows overhead, not daring to let down her guard.

But this time, the crossbows seemed to have frozen, remaining completely still.

Seeing this, a flicker of confusion crossed Yu Yuan’s eyes. Just as she was wondering what would happen next, a chilling sensation suddenly permeated the ground beneath her feet.

She looked down and saw that a white mist had begun to emerge from the floor of the cell.

“Hold your breath quickly!” Yu Yuan yelled.

The next moment, the white mist, with lightning speed, completely filled the entire cell.

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