The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 15

She lay slumped in the coffin, a formless heap of mud…

Feng Jie felt utterly hopeless at this moment. She had no idea what material this damned coffin was made of. She had tried striking, poking, scratching, scraping, and stabbing it with her sword, every method she could think of, without exception. Not only was her back sore and her neck too stiff to lift, but her sword-wielding hand was nearly rubbed raw and bleeding.

Slumped in the coffin, she was like a pile of mud that couldn’t be helped up even if propped against a wall.

“Brute force, brute force is useless!”

“Outsmarting it, I don’t have the brains…”

“At least I’m not dead yet, and Gongsun Muhan probably isn’t dead either, nor has she turned completely dark.”

“Maybe I should just give up?”

“But how did I even get in here in the first place?”

…

Feng Jie racked her brains but could only recall that she had merely touched, no, more accurately, traced, a ghost flower.

Could that be the key?

Relying on her earlier impression, Feng Jie attempted to trace the shape of a ghost flower on the top, bottom, left, and right sides of the coffin.

One second, two seconds…

After waiting for what felt like an eternity with no response, she pursed her lips in frustration and gave up.

Bored, she lifted her hand, turning it over and examining it a few times, but found no clues.

Yet, she was genuinely astonished by the wonders of this book-world. All the injuries she had sustained earlier had completely healed, not even a scar remained, and it had only been half a day!

Speaking of injuries… injuries?

In novels, it was common for the protagonist’s blood to unlock some treasure. Could her blood do the same?

No time to overthink it, she’d take a gamble. Maybe she’d get lucky against all odds.

She picked up the sword, positioned her index finger against what she thought was the sharpest edge of the blade, and slashed.

Closing her eyes and steeling her heart, she cut!

There was no expected pain, nor did she feel any warmth or flow of blood from her fingertip. She opened her eyes to look.

Feng Jie felt as if several black lines were sliding down her forehead. This was even more absurd than being trapped by ghost walls…

The sword’s blade had curled on its own!

The sword’s blade curling by itself… Feng Jie thought that if she told this story, even ghosts wouldn’t believe it.

Sighing, she muttered to herself, “Such a distinctive, almost human-like sword, it must be the Bixin Sword without a doubt.”

“But why did you curl your blade?”

“Did you not want to hurt me?”

The Bixin Sword suddenly trembled, a flash of white light shimmering across it, as if in response to her words.

For a moment, Feng Jie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Oh well, she wasn’t one to hold a grudge against a sword.

Relying on others was never as good as relying on herself. In the end, she decided to use the hardest part of her own body, her teeth.

Just as she had bitten halfway, enduring the pain and awkwardness without letting go, a loud crash echoed from outside the coffin, the sound of something collapsing.

Startled, she flinched, and in that instant, her teeth pierced her flesh. The metallic taste of blood spread between her lips and teeth.

Without a second thought, she quickly pressed her fingertip against the inner wall of the coffin.

Before she could even start tracing, the coffin suddenly lit up. Several milky-white ghost flowers slowly floated upward, and the entire coffin began to rise with them.

Gongsun Muhan braced one hand against the inner wall of the coffin, fighting the sensation of weightlessness, while using the light to examine the sword.

The reputation of a divine weapon was well-deserved. The sword was translucent like jade, with intricate flowing patterns and a faint blue glow. The previously curled blade had now straightened out, smooth, thin, and sharp, clearly a fine sword at first glance.

But such a large sword, how could she hide it and take it with her?

“Can you shrink yourself and come with me?”

Feng Jie asked without much hope, feeling that this sword possessed a consciousness.

It was obvious even to a fool, if anyone outside saw her holding a divine artifact, they would surely try to snatch it, and she, in all likelihood, wouldn’t be able to fight them off… If it were taken from her, how could she use the sword to coax Gongsun Muhan?

Although, according to the plot’s progression, the sword would eventually end up in Gongsun Muhan’s hands anyway. But there was a difference between her acquiring it herself and Feng Jie personally delivering it to her.

Besides, with her current malice value at ninety, Gongsun Muhan was probably itching to turn dark and kill someone. If Feng Jie gave her the sword, it might help lessen her inner cruelty and dark tendencies.

It could also earn her some favor in Gongsun Muhan’s eyes. Feng Jie thought gleefully.

The sword spirit inside the Bixin Sword shivered involuntarily upon seeing Feng Jie’s eerie grin and silently grumbled to itself.

She’s still the same as all those years ago, clearly up to no good. Wonder who she’s planning to mess with this time?

To find its master sooner, it would endure!

As the Bixin Sword gradually shrank until it became a palm-sized sword-shaped pendant and flew over to hang at her waist, Feng Jie’s eyes widened in disbelief. She truly hadn’t expected it to be so obedient.

The moment the sword settled snugly against her waist,

Boom!

The coffin suddenly shattered into pieces, exploding mid-air.

Before Feng Jie could steady herself, she was flung aside by a powerful force.

She looked up toward the source of the energy and saw a black-clad figure who had shoved her away.

He froze the fragments of the coffin in mid-air, as if searching for something.

Feng Jie wasn’t foolish; she could tell at a glance that this person was looking for the Bixin Sword.

Dressed head to toe in black, he looked every bit the ruthless killer and plunderer… powerful and not to be trifled with. She needed to slip away quickly.

Just as she tiptoed to the doorway, an angry shout rang out.

“Stop!”

Feng Jie appeared startled, crouching motionless, but her eyes darted around rapidly.

If she made a run for it, could she escape this man?

Another boom sounded as the half-meter-thick stone door beside her was blasted to dust by a surge of spiritual energy.

Feng Jie shivered. Clearly, escape was impossible. Quickly, she put on an ingratiating smile, turned around, and said, “Um, great hero, is there something you need?”

Tan Feng put away his treasure-detecting device. He wore a black mask, revealing only his small, shrewd eyes. “Were you inside this coffin earlier? How did you get in? Where is the sword inside?”

Feng Jie found his voice strange, as if mixed with a crackling electric static. But she didn’t dwell on it, sticking to her role of knowing nothing.

“Huh? A sword? I didn’t see one.”

Pretending not to notice the suspicion in his eyes, she continued with utmost sincerity:

“As for how I ended up in this coffin,” She gave an awkward laugh, tapping her nose with a curled finger. “I’m not embarrassed to admit it, but I accidentally fell off a cliff into a pond. Not long after I climbed out, some flashy-looking green vines snatched me and brought me here.”

“Get to the point.”

Tan Feng had little patience. The treasure detector showed no anomalies, meaning the Bixin Sword had to be nearby. But why wasn’t it in the coffin…?

“Oh.”

“The point is, I woke up inside the coffin.”

“As for the specifics, I really don’t know!”

One second, two seconds, three seconds… thirty seconds.

Tan Feng didn’t speak, merely advancing toward her step by step with his sword drawn, its tip leaving a scratch on the stone brick floor.

Feng Jie was genuinely afraid of being run through by his blade, so tense she couldn’t think of a single word to say.

The sword was icy cold, carrying a chilling aura that crept up her neck.

If she didn’t speak now, she might really lose her life.

“Great hero, I remember now!”

“Speak!”

“Then please lower your sword first. This is no way to foster goodwill, is it? Besides, I’m timid, when I’m frightened, my brain shuts down, and I can’t remember anything.”

Tan Feng glanced at her sidelong. This Feng Jie wasn’t as foolish and spoiled as he had seen her in the sect. At such a critical moment, she could still negotiate with him without changing her expression, he had underestimated her.

But he hadn’t actually intended to kill her; he was just trying to scare her. So, he withdrew the sword from her neck.

Feng Jie breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, ignoring the heat rushing to her ears, and began spouting nonsense with a serious face. “In the final moments before I passed out, I saw the vine demon holding a sword. It was jade-like all over and glowing with a blue light. It seemed to say it would hide this treasure and seal it underground.”

After she finished speaking, she met Tan Feng’s scrutinizing gaze, the doubt in his eyes unmistakable.

“I really didn’t see how it was sealed. If you don’t believe me,”

Feng Jie stretched her neck forward, throwing caution to the wind and taking a gamble. “Then just kill me.”

“Fine.”

He responded while staring into her eyes, then turned to inspect the ground near the coffin.

Seeing that he believed her, the heavy stone in Feng Jie’s heart didn’t settle. She still had to run!

Taking advantage of his investigation and his inattention to her, Feng Jie kept an eye on him while quietly backing away.

She reached the door.

Run!

Feng Jie turned and fled.

“Damn it, you dare deceive me? There’s no trace of spiritual power here, let alone any formation marks.”

Tan Feng stood up, and as the words left his mouth, he saw Feng Jie’s fleeing figure.

Enraged, he directly sent a surge of spiritual power toward her, forgetting even to conceal his abilities. A purple streak of light flashed as he struck.

Did she think she could deceive him and get away?

“Pfft!”

Feng Jie was sent flying by the blow, landing heavily on the ground. The energy in her chest churned violently, and accompanied by the crisp shattering sound of her identity jade token, she spat out a mouthful of blood that splattered far across the black stone floor, barely noticeable.

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey…”

She spat out the remaining blood in her mouth, struggled to turn over, and propped herself up with one hand to sit.

Ignoring Tan Feng, who had flashed over to her, she closed her eyes, forcibly holding back the tears welling in her eyes and steadying her blurred vision and dizzy head.

This uncontrollable tear gland and fear of blood were truly disheartening. She really didn’t want to play the role of a delicate, fragile woman. Who would cry and faint while fighting an enemy?

Once she had regained some clarity, she opened her eyes.

With a sullen expression, she looked disdainfully at this so-called hero who bullied the weak.

Seeing her like this, Tan Feng felt somewhat relieved. He had acted impulsely earlier, after all. The sect leader had given strict orders to bring her back alive.

“Kill me or cut me to pieces, do as you please.”

Feng Jie was tired. She just wanted to see if the system would intervene. She had worn herself out pleading with Shabi earlier, but that guy just flipped through the plot book and told her to stay calm.

Seeing her like this, Tan Feng felt he wouldn’t be able to extract any more information from her, so he changed his approach.

He channeled spiritual power into his hand, preparing to search her. If he found nothing, then a soul search wouldn’t be out of the question. The sect leader had only said to save her and keep her alive, he never said anything about keeping her sane.

As the purple sphere of spiritual energy shot toward her once more, Shabi remained completely unresponsive. Feng Jie felt like cursing aloud.

She had only been talking big, who actually wanted to die? Thankfully, her habit of eating walnuts paid off, allowing her brain to send a swift command that her body could execute in time.

Defying expectations, she rolled forward, right over the bloodstained ground. The tail of the Bixin Sword, disguised as an ornament, was stained with a dark crimson as she moved.

The spiritual energy sphere, caught off guard, missed its target entirely.

Behind his mask, Tan Feng’s beard bristled with fury. How dare this junior make a fool of him again and again!

He was determined to teach her a lesson!

Of course, he failed to notice the faint blue light that flickered where Feng Jie had just rolled.

Boom!

The spiritual energy attack missed once more. A flash of blue light swept by, and as the cloud of limestone dust settled, the spot where she had been was now empty.