The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 30

A mechanical clicking sound echoed as the luminous pearl embedded in the stone wall suddenly flew out on its own, spinning toward the ceiling.

In the blink of an eye, it had fixed itself into the stone in a triangular formation, its glowing traces forming lines that seemed to outline an array.

From the spot where the luminous pearl had been, a deeply rusted, black iron chain abruptly shot out, heading straight for the two of them.

The chain’s momentum was overwhelming, as if it could split mountains and part seas. Feng Jie was certain she would be thrown back by the opposing force.

Even before the chain reached her, she felt a chill creeping up her wrists. Instinctively, she shut her eyes.

Clang!

The expected pain never came. When she looked down carefully, she saw that the chain had cleanly severed the manacles binding her and Gongsun Muhan’s wrists.

Huh?

Could it be that the Second Elder was releasing them?

Just then, she saw her senior sister stumble and fall straight backward.

She reached out hastily to catch her. “Senior Sister!”

But all she grasped was the sound of the wind.

Thud!

Her chest, abdomen, and legs were tightly constrained as her back slammed hard against the cold wall.

A surge of heat rose in her chest. Pfft! A flash of crimson appeared.

Blood!

Feng Jie looked down to see her white robe spattered with droplets of blood, slowly spreading and sinking into the raw, rusty scent in the air.

Her eyes rolled back, and she could hold on no longer, she fainted.

“Junior Sister!”

“Tan Feng, you speak of the Sect Leader with every breath, yet you dare do this? Don’t you know how much our junior sister means to everyone in Bixia Sect?”

Gongsun Muhan, enraged and agitated, felt the old wounds flare up, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

“Hahaha, they’re all just blinded. Once I obtain the Bixin Sword, what is Feng Jie? Nothing but a spoiled, useless good-for-nothing.”

Tan Feng’s eyes were sinister as he strode toward Feng Jie. After a careful inspection, he confirmed she had truly lost consciousness.

Gongsun Muhan, collapsed on the ground, remained silent. Aside from the crimson wounds left by the broken manacles on her wrists, her palms were clenched so tightly they were flushed red, as if they might bleed at any moment.

If she used talismans, even if she could defeat Tan Feng here, she likely wouldn’t escape once outside the secret chamber.

But if she performed a blood sacrifice…

Her heart stirred, and she was about to press a finger to her chest when a butterfly fluttered to rest on her inner robe, Huahua, who had exhausted her spiritual power saving her at the mountain gate, had awakened.

Huahua anxiously waved her antennae and wings, transmitting her voice to Gongsun Muhan.

“Sister, no! If you use the blood sacrifice again so soon, your body won’t withstand it, you’ll die. You can’t do it, Sister, please calm down. Don’t act impulsively, wuwu…”

As she spoke, Huahua began shedding tiny green tears. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Sister Su Meng again…

If Gongsun Muhan refused to listen, Huahua would stake all her cultivation to stop her!

Hearing the sob in Huahua’s voice, Gongsun Muhan paused and slowly withdrew her hand.

She had indeed been impulsive. It seemed Tan Feng intended to use Feng Jie as leverage against her, not to kill the junior sister outright.

There was still a chance.

At that moment, Tan Feng let out two loud laughs, swiftly pulling Feng Jie into his grasp. He loosely gripped her neck and looked at Gongsun Muhan, saying, “I hadn’t realized how deep your bond with Feng Jie was. Since that’s the case, I won’t beat around the bush. If you’re willing to voluntarily break the contract and hand over the Bixin Sword, I’ll spare her. If not, I won’t hesitate to send her to the underworld to wait for you.”

Gongsun Muhan trembled as she steadied herself, watching his hand gradually tighten. A red mark had already appeared on her junior sister’s neck.

She closed her eyes and had no choice but to relent. “I agree.”

Tan Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed Feng Jie was indeed important to Gongsun Muhan.

Gongsun Muhan brought two fingers together and swept them across her brow. In an instant, the form of a sword, entirely made of jade, gradually began to materialize.

It solidified into a tangible entity.

Tan Feng gazed at the translucent, radiant Bixin Sword before him, his heart swelling with excitement. His eyes burned with fervor, as if tears of passion were about to fall.

“Wait.”

“There’s no need to break the contract like that. Do as I say.”

Gongsun Muhan remained silent, quietly watching as Tan Feng took out dozens of top-grade spirit stones and arranged them in a circle within the sealed chamber.

He then produced several talismans and sent them flying into the air one by one. As the talismans settled into place, they instantly emitted a dazzling array of colorful lights, connecting the night pearl on the ceiling, or more accurately, the core of the spirit eye’s formation, with the top-grade spirit stones on the ground.

Layer upon layer of formations stacked above and below, slowly coalescing into a solid, five-colored triangular pagoda formation.

Seeing this, a hint of joy flickered in Tan Feng’s eyes. He carefully took out a small piece of ten-thousand-year-old dark iron and slowly sent it flying toward the center of the pagoda, where it hovered in mid-air.

“Good. All you need to do is sit in the center of the circle formed by the spirit stones on the ground and summon the Bixin Sword without resisting.”

Gongsun Muhan’s fingers twitched slightly, intertwining as she tapped them.

She glanced once more at Feng Jie, who lay collapsed by the wall, then withdrew the hovering Bixin Sword and walked step by step toward the center of the circle.

The moment she sat down cross-legged, the entire triangular pagoda formation erupted with countless streams of colorful light. Even Tan Feng had to shield his eyes with a spiritual barrier to barely withstand the glare.

In that fleeting moment, Gongsun Muhan opened her eyes and glanced at Tan Feng, a faint, fleeting smile curling at the corner of her lips.

As expected, this was a composite formation.

The main formation was for recreation, while the secondary formation was for imitation.

Both formations shared a single spiritual source, borrowing her divine contract to bring it to life.

Once the formation was complete, truth and falsehood would become indistinguishable.

Gongsun Muhan summoned the radiant Bixin Sword once more, just as she had before.

In a matter of moments, the Bixin Sword solidified into a tangible form and was drawn toward the center of the pagoda.

At the same time, she couldn’t hold back and spat out a large mouthful of blood. Her face turned pale, and her body grew so weak that she could no longer maintain her seated posture, collapsing to the ground.

Countless streams of purple light flowed out from her body, all converging toward the Bixin Sword and the ten-thousand-year-old dark iron at the center of the pagoda.

Tan Feng, standing to the side, frowned slightly. Did this formation also have the effect of draining spiritual power?

But as he looked again at the slowly rotating, fully formed Bixin Sword at the center of the pagoda, he felt he understood.

It seemed that Gongsun Muhan had been a waste before, and it was only through her contract with the Bixin Sword that her cultivation had leaped to the Purple Rank. Breaking the contract must be reclaiming the spiritual power she had gained. This likely meant she wasn’t trying any tricks…

Still, the Bixin Sword was truly remarkable. To elevate someone from a waste to a Purple Rank cultivator, its power was indeed not to be underestimated. With this sword, he would not fail his wife’s dying wish, and Xing’er would also be able to embark on the path of cultivation…

Just as the ten-thousand-year-old profound iron was taking the shape of a sword blade, the communication token at his waist suddenly lit up.

Impatiently, he opened it to find an urgent summons from his sect leader brother.

“Plans have changed. Drop the matter of the Bixin Sword immediately! Bring Gongsun Muhan to the reception hall at once. The Alliance Leader has arrived and specifically asked to see the owner of the Bixin Sword.”

Drop it?

Tan Feng clenched his fists. “Sect leader brother, I must apologize this time. The matter of the Bixin Sword was never something I could abandon from the very beginning!” He took a deep breath, glancing at the depleted top-grade spirit stones around him and the nearly completed Bixin Sword hovering in the air.” Carefully, he replied, “Sect leader brother, but Gongsun Muhan has already voluntarily surrendered the Bixin Sword. What should we do now? Perhaps I should bring both the sword and the person?”

Upon receiving the message, Dao Xuanzi pondered for a moment. Although the Bixin Sword was valuable, it wasn’t worth opposing the various immortal sects over. Better to let the sects fight over the Bixin Sword themselves and have the alliance members leave sooner. Otherwise, if they were to discover…

“Very well, proceed as you suggested.”

Hearing the expected response, Tan Feng put away the token, his gaze fixed intently on the two intertwined Bixin Swords spinning in the air.

The rotation of the swords gradually slowed, the colorful lights in the forbidden chamber completely faded, and the spiritual traces of the formation dimmed.

Success!

Eagerly, he summoned both swords into his hands. After examining them carefully, he slashed each against the stone wall, leaving identical marks.

Exactly the same!

Even the spiritual energy and aura within were identical!

He couldn’t resist stroking the genuine sword repeatedly before finally storing it in a long wooden case.

As for the Bixin Sword made from ten-thousand-year-old profound iron, he carefully placed it in an exquisite millennium cold jade sword case.

After packing both cases, he stored them in his spatial pouch.

When he looked toward Gongsun Muhan, he found she had somehow moved to Feng Jie’s side, half-holding the unconscious woman.

“Having feelings and compassion means nothing. Without power, you’re just useless trash who can’t protect anyone.”

“But don’t worry, nephew Yi Shu’s vengeance will be settled after we return from the reception hall. I won’t give Gongsun Muhan any chance of survival.”

“This is your final meeting.”

Ignoring Tan Feng’s scrutinizing gaze, Gongsun Muhan only released Feng Jie when Huahua told her the time was right.

Gently, she tucked the stray hairs behind Feng Jie’s ears, then took out a plain white jade hairpin and meticulously restyled Feng Jie’s previously disheveled hair into neat order.

“Stop dawdling. She won’t die.”

“Come with me to the reception hall now.”

After carefully leaning Feng Jie against the wall, Gongsun Muhan stood up and followed behind Tan Feng.

Her steps were unsteady, her body trembling slightly as she gradually disappeared into the dark passageway, never looking back.