The Cold, Aloof Senior Sister Deserves To Be Paired With A Peerless Beauty - Chapter 50

Today, she was being quite mischievous.

Thick, ink-black tribulation clouds gathered over the Cangqing Sect at an alarming speed. Before anyone could react, the surroundings plunged into a sudden darkness amidst a deathly silence.

After the initial daze, the crowd looked up, only to be struck by a wave of invisible pressure that caused their expressions to twist in pain. By the time they recovered, muffled thunder was already rolling within the clouds, the flickering light contrasting sharply against the ink-colored sky, flanking the observers with an instinctive sense of dread.

“Who is undergoing the Golden Core Tribulation?” someone muttered.

Many eyes quickly turned toward a specific direction, and soon, someone spoke with a frown.

“That seems to be the Eldest Senior Sister’s residence.”

“If I remember correctly, Junior Sister Mu should be living with her.”

The whispers of the bystanders reached Mo Fan’s ears. As he was being supported by others to tend to his wounds, his expression turned peculiar. Suddenly, with a burst of unknown strength, he gripped the disciple supporting him and began to mutter.

“Mine… mine…”

Suddenly, his face contorted into a hideous grimace, whether from the pain of his injuries or something else and a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. He released the disciple’s arm and instead grabbed Immortal Yilin, who was standing nearby with a furrowed brow. His voice rose uncontrollably.

“Master, mine… mine…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but the second half of it seemed to manifest silently in everyone’s minds.

A bolt of lightning struck, its pale, terrifying light illuminating a face that was momentarily blank to the point of numbness.

Immortal Yilin frowned. A sharp headache made it hard for her to breathe, but she expressionlessly pulled her sleeve away from his grasp and asked coolly, “What is yours?”

However, Mo Fan’s eyes were bloodshot. He simply stared at the rolling thunder in the distance with gritted teeth, heedlessly repeating those two words over and over.

“Mine… mine…”

Immortal Yilin’s frown deepened. Just as she was about to speak, her expression shifted. She turned and pulled Shangling along, heading toward the site where the lightning was striking.

Watching the retreating backs of the two Immortals, a blood chilling, eerie smile slowly spread across Mo Fan’s pale, blood drained face.

The darkness of the pressing black clouds was momentarily lit by another flash of pale light, casting several shadows behind them that looked like vengeful ghosts crawling out of hell.

Above the small courtyard, a barrier resisted the falling bolts of lightning one after another. The impacts caused the surrounding area to vibrate, making it difficult to keep one’s footing.

The slender, tall figure remained composed, seemingly unimpressed by the lightning tribulation.

Then, she looked up, her gaze icy.

A momentary burst of blinding white light enveloped the area. The faint sound of cracking reached her ears, causing Chi Li’s expression to flicker.

She summoned the Qingshuang Sword, which brought forth a wave of biting cold, as if stepping into a frozen tundra. The sword’s pressure rose to meet the tribulation, standing its ground.

In a flash of cold light, the carefully cultivated spiritual herbs in the yard were sliced down by the blade without pity, without a moment’s hesitation.

As the herbs floated in mid-air, Chi Li’s eyes grew sharp, and her hands moved quickly to form seals.

In the blink of an eye, a cauldron appeared before her, igniting with a spontaneous flame. Even from a distance, one could feel its scorching heat.

Before entering the secret realm, Chi Li had asked Yun Xi for this cauldron. She feared the unpredictable, if she were unprepared, she would only repeat the tragedies of her past life.

At this thought, the coldness in the depths of Chi Li’s eyes intensified, dark as an abyss.

She glanced at the tightly closed door and then set her expression with firm resolve.

As the herbs were refined within the cauldron, even before the final step, the aroma of the forming pill began to linger in the air.

Chi Li looked down at the sachet in her hand. Opening it, she took out the final required ingredient.

The moment the item landed in her palm, the lightning, as if provoked by her actions, suddenly changed direction. Instead of striking the house, it veered toward Chi Li, only to be blocked once again by the barrier.

The cracks in the barrier spread like a dense spider web, growing wider and fueling a sense of unease.

However, Chi Li showed no fear. She threw the item into the cauldron.

Following her action, the thunder actually weakened, rolling within the clouds as if hesitating over something.

Realizing this, a cold sneer curled Chi Li’s lips. She narrowed her eyes, waiting for the pill to be finished.

Outside the barrier, Immortals Yilin and Shangling arrived, only to find themselves blocked.

They could feel the immense spiritual power invested in this barrier and saw the cracks upon it.

Immortal Yilin frowned and looked at the person beside her, who shook her head with a grim face.

If the barrier were shattered, Chi Li’s primordial spirit would be damaged.

They had simply never expected Chi Li to go to such lengths for Mu Zhi.

For some reason, this lightning tribulation was incredibly fierce, as if it were ruthlessly intent on killing.

“What should we do?” Immortal Shangling asked.

“Our disciples are inside. We cannot sit idly by during a Golden Core Tribulation,” Immortal Yilin replied, her usually gentle expression turning somber.

They had no choice but to wait outside the barrier.

A figure in the distance watched the two standing outside the barrier for a moment before quietly slipping away.

The fire in the cauldron began to dwindle. A pill, wrapped in spiritual energy, floated into Chi Li’s hand.

Chi Li held the pill between her fingers. Her gaze flickered toward the muffled thunder in the clouds that had yet to strike, the light seemed to be waiting for her to make a choice, a choice that would satisfy it.

Chi Li lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

When Mu Zhi had been gravely injured in the past, Chi Li naturally wanted to refine a life-saving pill. But this time, Mu Zhi was not injured. Therefore, the pill she refined was not for healing.

What she held now was the Marrow Cleansing Pill, capable of transforming a cultivator’s very foundation.

At first, the Heavens did not know her intent, so the tribulation was full of fury. Only once the pill was formed did the Heavens realize she had refined a Marrow Cleansing Pill.

According to Chi Li’s knowledge of those thousands upon thousands of words [from her past life/knowledge], there was no mention of a second Marrow Cleansing Pill. From what she had seen lately, she understood that items she took or destroyed would not reappear near Mo Fan.

Therefore, the pill in her hand was the only one in existence.

If Mo Fan couldn’t get it, his path of cultivation would be fraught with obstacles.

What Chi Li wanted was exactly that for his path to be impassable.

And Mu Zhi… Mu Zhi deserved to have a smooth and successful journey.

Without villains plotting in the shadows, how would she have ended up betrayed by everyone, unable to protect even herself, let alone Mu Zhi?

The luck and opportunities she had snatched away were far from enough to repay her resentment.

At this thought, Chi Li’s gaze toward the sky grew cold. She let out a short, mocking laugh. With a wave of her sleeve, the cracks in the barrier vanished.

The force preventing her from entering the room was forcibly broken. As she pushed the door open, the lightning became even more frenzied than before, screaming like an reckless madman.

Hearing the commotion, the person on the bed frowned with eyes tightly shut. Just as she tried to open them, a familiar scent approached.

Sensing it was Chi Li, Mu Zhi’s brow relaxed slightly, though she was still struggling under the oppressive weight of the tribulation.

A hint of bitterness entered her mouth. Before Mu Zhi could react, something was pushed inside.

Mu Zhi frowned again, wanting to ask what it was, but the pill melted instantly. By the time she recovered, it was already swallowed.

“Mu Zhi, five of the nine lightning strikes have passed. I just gave you the Marrow Cleansing Pill. As long as you endure this, your cultivation will be above the Golden Core stage,” Chi Li said seriously, her voice carrying a trace of heartache.

In the next moment, the barrier shattered. Celestial lightning surged forward.

An irresistible pressure instantly descended, and the ground shook violently. The moment the Qingshuang Sword was knocked aside, the faint smell of blood filled the air.

Warm, crimson blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Chi Li’s brow furrowed tightly, but she didn’t dare make a sound, gritting her teeth against the searing pain.

The house was completely destroyed. The wind howled terrifyingly, like countless claws trying to drag them into the abyss.

Chi Li’s gaze was sharp as she stared at Mu Zhi, her eyes filled with absolute trust.

The remaining strikes. Mu Zhi had to face them alone.

The two outside the courtyard were pushed back by the pressure, unable to get any closer.

As the final bolt of lightning fell, the entire mountain peak seemed to be caught in a massive catastrophe. The tremors made it impossible to stand, and the powerful aura forced everyone nearby to retreat several steps. Only after moving away were they finally able to breathe.

Among the charred ruins of the collapsed house, a disheveled figure sat on the ground. Though her clothes were stained with dirt, her hair was only slightly undone. She was bedraggled, yet she remained dignified.

She placed her hand over her chest, which was throbbing with pain. Then, she laughed. The action tore at her internal organs, but she seemed oblivious to the agony.

Mu Zhi had never betrayed her trust, and this time was no exception.

“Chi Li.”

A gentle voice called out, laced with anxiety.

Chi Li suppressed the smile on her lips and turned to look at the newcomer.

Immortal Yilin didn’t care about anything else; she hurried to help Chi Li up. After feeding her a medicinal pill, she asked with a frown.

“What have you done? Why was the Golden Core Tribulation so powerful?”

Despite her words, there wasn’t a hint of blame in Yilin’s voice.

Immortal Shangling helped the unconscious Mu Zhi up and checked her dantian. Her brow furrowed as she spoke hesitantly.

“This child…”

Shangling didn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she looked thoughtfully at the cauldron in the messy, charred yard that Chi Li hadn’t had time to put away.

“Nonsense (Mischief).”

Immortal Yilin followed her gaze. Realizing what had happened, her brow knitted tightly, but her tone was filled with worry.

Over the past few days, the two of them had clearly seen how important Mu Zhi was to Chi Li. Chi Li was a person who weighed every decision carefully, she wouldn’t have done this for someone she cherished so much unless she were absolutely certain of the outcome. But behind that certainty was the fact that she had pushed her own life to the edge of danger.

She ensured Mu Zhi’s safety, but she rarely considered her own.

Chi Li didn’t respond to the lecture. Instead, she grabbed Immortal Yilin’s sleeve, her eyes swirling with unreadable thoughts.

“Master, Mu Zhi and I succeeded.”

She murmured to herself, unable to hide her joy. Looking at the person before her, a glimmer of hope returned to her normally indifferent eyes.

Looking at Chi Li, Immortal Yilin momentarily flashed back to the way she looked when they first met, cold faced, but just as stubborn as she was now.

“If something had happened, what would the two of us have done?” Immortal Yilin said, still unable to bring herself to be truly angry.

“It’s alright, Master. I will protect her,” Chi Li said.

“I was talking about you,” Immortal Yilin replied helplessly.