After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 40

White mist occupied every inch of the cell.

Yu Yuan held her breath, not daring to let out a gasp. She was terrified that the mist was poisonous.

Beside her, everyone’s shadows gradually blurred in the white mist. Slowly, even their outlines began to disappear.

Yu Yuan frowned, trying to reach out and grab Xue Qingshu, who was closest to her.

But the moment she raised her hand, the mist irresistibly piled onto her arm, pressing it down, making it impossible for her to grasp Xue Qingshu at all.

“Something’s not right,” Yu Yuan muttered internally. She quickly activated the system in her Sea of Consciousness. “System, quickly check the danger level around me!”

The system flashed in her sea of ​​consciousness.

[System loading…]

[Receiving host’s command: Checking environmental danger levels.]

[System starting testing…]

[System test results: Danger! Danger! Danger!]

[Host, please leave this place immediately!]

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Red lights flashed on the electronic panel in her Sea of Consciousness.

Yu Yuan’s heart tightened upon hearing this, and her breathing became ragged.

With her breathing disrupted, she inevitably took a large gulp of the white mist into her nose.

Yu Yuan: …

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, silently beginning to count how many seconds it would take for her to faint.

But one second, two seconds, three seconds… nearly fifteen minutes passed, and not only did she not faint, but the white mist also dissipated almost completely.

Yu Yuan looked confused.

She raised her hand, waving away the now-light mist, and then made a discovery: the cell was empty.

The entire cell was empty!

In the massive cell, only she who remained.

Yu Yuan: …

She should have known that the damned mastermind who is targeting her, wouldn’t pass up any opportunity to stab her in the back!

Yu Yuan felt sad, regretting being a good person.

If she had been more heartless and ignored Yi Yue’s fate, she wouldn’t have been trapped in this cell with a three-level danger rating.

Of course, Yu Yuan also knew that if given the chance to choose again, she would probably still come to find Changyu Lin to save Yi Yue.

After all, Yi Yue’s misfortune was somewhat related to her.

Thinking this, Yu Yuan began to survey her surroundings.

The cell was still the same cell. The un-dried bloodstains on the straw mat indicated that she had not been spatially transferred.

What had been transferred was everyone else in this space.

Yu Yuan quickly made this assessment, then shifted her attention to the area outside the cell.

Outside, the formerly dim area was now lit by scattered candlelight.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the entire area outside the cell: a square, empty space with a waist-high circular platform in the center.

Directly above the platform was a formation. A faint silver-white light spilled onto the ground, projecting the image of a lotus flower.

This was a one-way Transmission Array.

Yu Yuan had read about it in books: it was a formation primarily used in beast-fighting arenas, designed to allow entry but prevent escape.

The Transmission Array constantly flickered and irregularly pulsing light.

Yu Yuan stared at it, just assuming the array wouldn’t change any time soon, when the silver-white light suddenly changed to a deep red.

The red light cast an eerie glow over the entire cell.

Yu Yuan’s hand, hidden in her sleeve, secretly tried to gather spiritual energy to form a spiritual blade, but after several attempts, her energy remained as difficult to consolidate as before.

Therefore, she gave up and continued to observe the changes in the Transmission Array.

Overlapping human outlines slowly began to appear in the red light of the Transmission Array. They all wore skull masks, like Yama’s evil spirits crawling out of hell.

The person leading them carried a blade, its tip dripping blood onto the ground, a chilling sight.

“Kill.”

A voice, unpleasant as if scraped over sandpaper, rang out.

Following the sound, the now fully materialized Shalemo assassins, carrying blades or swords, walked step by step toward Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan observed them coldly, noticing that all of them had cotton balls hanging from their ears, and some had already fully stuffed the cotton into their ears, clearly guarding against sound attacks.

It seems they know what my spiritual artifact is and have prepared thoroughly for it, Yu Yuan thought.

Too bad she wasn’t someone who would casually bring out her Clarinet-playing Octopus; their preparations were likely wasted.

Thinking this, Yu Yuan retrieved the cute Shadow Corpse from her storage pouch.

She had actually wanted to use this method to deal with the Shalemo earlier.

However, because this move was difficult to explain to Yu Yan and the others, she had opted to use the Teleportation Talisman instead.

But now, with everyone gone, she was free to go all out.

Yu Yuan’s lips curled up slightly. She flipped her hand, produced a “Crowd of People Talisman,” and stuck it to the back of the cute Shadow Corpse.

“Go, Mengmeng.”

Yu Yuan patted the Shadow Corpse’s back, and it instantly created ten clones of itself.

The Shadow Corpse was stunned to see ten of itself appear all at once.

It paused, then leaned half its body against Yu Yuan, pouting coyly: “Oh, Master, you’re naughty~ Turning me into ten, isn’t your love a little too obvious~”

Yu Yuan gave it a look, then looked at the clones marching out of the cell, eager to fight the Shalemo. “Mengmeng, get rid of these black-robed men in half an hour, and Master will grant you one small wish.”

The Shadow Corpse sprang up from Yu Yuan. “Really?”

Yu Yuan nodded. “Really.”

The Shadow Corpse asked, “Can Master sleep with me tonight?”

Yu Yuan hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.”

The Shadow Corpse’s eyes widened in delight, and it hugged Yu Yuan. “I knew Master cared about me!”

As it finished speaking, the clones that had walked out of the cell divided again, multiplying into ninety Shadow Corpses.

The formerly aggressive Shalemo assassins were horrified.

What the hell is this?!

Their faces changed, and their bodies involuntarily began to shrink backward.

The leader roared in anger, “You bunch of useless fools! What’s there to be afraid of in a few reanimated corpses?! Look at—”

His voice broke off.

Ten Shadow Corpses surrounded him tightly and began to bite.

Although the Shadow Corpse given to Yu Yuan by the system was made of wood, none of the skills of a real Shadow Corpse were missing.

The spots where the Shadow Corpses bit the leader instantly turned into dead wood.

With his body turning to dead wood, the leader let out a painful roar, trying to shake off the Shadow Corpses.

Yet, as soon as he destroyed one, the next one immediately followed, sinking its teeth viciously into his body.

The leader collapsed to the ground in unbearable pain.

Behind him, the remaining black-robed men were already terrified of the unknown existence of the Shadow Corpses. Seeing this, they all instantly lost heart.

But as the Shalemo retreated, the Shadow Corpses had no intention of letting them go.

Dragging their slow steps, they formed a circle, gradually blocking the path of the Shalemo group.

Some Shalemo tried to escape through the Transmission Array, but the one-way array offered them no chance of survival.

“Dare to harm Master, you all must die…” The Shadow Corpses spat out a few icy words.

The Shalemo shivered. Meeting the vacant eyes of the corpses, they began to scream.

Meanwhile, Yu Yuan, who had slowly walked out of the cell, snapped her fingers. She picked up a pair of cotton balls—dropped by who knows whom—from the ground and stuffed them into her ears.

“System, are there really no mechanisms in the cell?” Yu Yuan crossed her arms, staring at the tunnel she had come through, and asked the system.

[Host, after testing, it is clear that there are no traps in the cell.] 

[However, based on the analysis of the composition of the host’s world, the possibility of a magic trick cannot be ruled out.]

Yu Yuan looked thoughtful. She raised her hand, pointing to the tunnel entrance blocked by shattered rock. “Then is this an illusion spell?”

The system scanned the debris:

 [System: No]

Yu Yuan then asked, “Can I use a Detonation Talisman?”

The system analyzed the surrounding rock layers:

 [No, host, there is a very high risk of collapse, and these rubbles occupy the entire tunnel, making it difficult to destroy. ]

Yu Yuan fell silent.

Her current predicament was exactly like being trapped in an escape room.

Or rather, a beast-fighting arena.

Yu Yuan looked back at the Shalemo group surrounded by the Shadow Corpses and decided she couldn’t waste these “beasts” that others had specifically sent in to tear her to pieces.

“Mengmeng, tell them to stop,” Yu Yuan instructed the cute Shadow Corpse beside her.

The Shadow Corpse received the order. It turned to the other clones, who were about to devour the Shalemo, and gave a small cough. All the Shadow Corpses immediately stopped chewing and consciously cleared a path for Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan stepped over the assassin leader’s body, which had almost entirely turned into dead wood, and walked toward the people huddled and cowering in the corner.

“Who sent you to kill me?” Yu Yuan half-crouched in front of them, staring into the eyes beneath their skull masks.

The Shalemo assassins exchanged glances, then all clenched their jaws, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Yu Yuan was not rushed. She slowly let out a threat. “If you don’t speak, you will end up like him.”

Yu Yuan pointed behind her to the Shalemo leader, whose body was gone, leaving only his head, which continued to wail in agony.

The assassins followed Yu Yuan’s finger, their gaze locking onto their leader. They were chilled to the core.

Being turned into that would be worse than death.

The thought flashed through their minds, and their eyes, looking at Yu Yuan, suddenly changed.

“I’ll talk.” A voice rang out from the crowd.

Immediately, one person crawled out from the deepest corner and knelt before Yu Yuan. “Fairy, I’ll tell you who—”

Before he could finish, his eyes reflected the image of a woman in a golden gown. The next instant, he, and everyone behind him, vomited black blood, collapsed together, and died.

The Shalemo leader, seeing this, scoffed. “These fools at least chose their death well. Young Sect Master Yu, you want to know the truth? Impossible!”

As his voice fell, a spiritual blade sliced across his head, abruptly separating his head from his body.

All the Shalemo assassins were dead.

Yu Yuan’s brow twitched. She turned, looking up to meet the gaze of the woman in the golden gown.

“Mo Zhao….” she said coldly. The Shadow Corpses immediately stepped forward, shielding her behind them.

Mo Zhao smiled lightly, standing above them on the circular platform, and nodded. “That’s right, it’s me.”

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the people she had just killed. She sighed softly. “What a pity. I thought they were good weapons, but I didn’t expect them to be scared off by a few Shadow Corpses.”

She slightly raised her hand, her palm facing Yu Yuan’s direction. “Fortunately, these weapons knew I hate loose lips, and they obediently broke in my hands.”

After Mo Zhao spoke, she rotated her palm and clenched her fist. A powerful spiritual pressure immediately bore down on all the Shadow Corpses, instantly crushing them into splinters of wood.

The cute Shadow Corpse was no exception.

Its dull eyes flickered, and it collapsed to the ground.

“Master, run…” After saying this, the Shadow Corpse’s entire body shattered into pieces.

Yu Yuan lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on the Shadow Corpse. The corner of her eyes was tinged with red.

“Mengmeng…” Yu Yuan whispered, waving her hand to collect all the Shadow Corpses’ fragments into her storage pouch. She looked back at Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao was watching Yu Yuan with an amused look.

Her lips curved up. Bending slightly at the waist, she looked down at Yu Yuan. “Master, aren’t you going to run?”

Her tone was flirtatious, deliberately using that title to provoke Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan remained silent, her hands, hidden in her sleeves, continually clenching. Her fingernails dug into her palms, and blood dripped down from her clenched fists.

Mo Zhao remained oblivious. She continued to taunt Yu Yuan for a few more sentences, then a spiritually powerful blade materialized in her palm.

“Young Sect Master Yu, I’ll send you to see your Shadow Corpses now. Aren’t I thoughtful?”

She laughed menacingly. As she moved her arm, the spiritual blade in her palm abruptly lunged toward Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan remained standing in place.

She closed her eyes, and her tightly clenched hands in her sleeves slowly relaxed.

“Miss Mo, are you trying to kill me?” Yu Yuan suddenly spoke, her voice clear and surprisingly prominent in the empty room.

Mo Zhao looked at her, about to say, “Did you just figure that out?”

But before the words left her mouth, she saw the spiritual blade shatter on the ground the instant it touched Yu Yuan’s face.

Mo Zhao was shocked. “How could you—”

Yu Yuan smiled. “Are you referring to spiritual power?”

She opened her eyes, their color turning ink-green. “Spiritual power restrictions are generally useless against three types of people. One is the person who set the restriction. Another is the person excluded from the restriction by the caster. And the third—”

Yu Yuan raised her hand. With a flick of her finger, a chain of light wrapped around Mo Zhao’s neck, hoisting her into the air. “—is a person whose cultivation is far higher than the one who set the restriction.”

“Cultivation far higher than mine…” Mo Zhao’s feet were forced to dangle in the air, and her voice was strained. “How is that possible? Unless you’re in the Great Ascension stage!”

Great Ascension stage. The three words echoed in Mo Zhao’s mind.

But she clearly remembered that Yu Yuan was just a typical Golden Core cultivator.

Mo Zhao couldn’t understand.

Yu Yuan wouldn’t answer Mo Zhao’s question.

She smiled coldly, a flash of murderous intent crossing her eyes as she looked at Mo Zhao.

Then, the next second, Mo Zhao’s neck snapped with a crack. It was severed by the chain of light, falling onto the platform and then rolling onto the ground.

Yu Yuan walked over, stopped beside Mo Zhao’s head, squatted down, and tilted her head to examine it. Her voice was devoid of warmth. “It was a stand-in puppet.”

She reached out, intending to crush the head of the stand-in puppet.

But just as her hand touched the head, the wall behind her suddenly collapsed with a boom.

Immediately afterward, Yu Yan’s voice rang out: “Big Sister, are you alright!”

Yu Yuan: …

She crushed the stand-in puppet’s head with one hand, then coldly turned her gaze backward toward Yu Yan.

“Noisy.”

Yu Yuan spat out two words. The next instant, a spiritual sword suddenly appeared beside her and shot toward Yu Yan.

Yu Yan didn’t react immediately, her body was freezing up.

In her eyes, the spiritual sword got closer and closer, practically about to pierce her chest.

But in the nick of time, a light shield suddenly blocked the sword, stopping it.

“A’Yuan, wake up!” Xue Qingshu’s voice rang out.

Hearing the voice, Yu Yuan shifted her gaze to the group emerging from behind Yu Yan and smiled faintly. “Am I not awake right now?”

As she spoke, she stood up. Dozens of spiritual swords abruptly appeared behind her, hovering in the air and their tips pointed directly at Xue Qingshu and the others.

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