The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 35

But, as always accustomed to…

“Soul-snatching techniques, according to the rules of our Immortal Alliance, are indeed prohibited from misuse, especially against cultivators, to uphold the dignity of their innate talents.”

“However, you previously suffered a deviation, and by regulation, you are no longer considered a cultivator!”

“Since you are not a cultivator, the Soul-snatching technique can naturally be used.”

Tan Feng let out a bitter laugh. Truly, those who are not of our kind must have different intentions!

So be it!

As Tang Xianyu finished speaking, the happiest was Dao Xuanzi. He straightened up and was about to turn around to deliver the final blow to Tan Feng,

“Boom, ”

A massive wave of spiritual energy erupted violently, causing everyone’s eardrums to shudder as countless droplets of water sprayed across their faces.

At the same time, within the dense, blinding mist, crashing and splintering sounds echoed incessantly. All the tables, chairs, furniture, and carpets in the hall rose into the air, colliding with one another before shattering into pieces, disintegrating into dust amid the lingering remnants of spiritual energy.

Apart from Tang Xianyu, who sat unmoving in the main seat without even a strand of hair disturbed, everyone else was in a sorry state.

The higher-ranking elders all retreated several steps, shielding their faces with their sleeves, yet they were still caught off guard and covered in dust. The disciples standing guard fared far worse, many were sent flying, spitting blood before collapsing to the ground, their fates unknown.

Although Gongsun Muhan and Feng Jie had even lower cultivation levels compared to those disciples, surprisingly, they were only thrown backward, covered in a layer of dust, and stood unscathed outside the door.

This earned them a few impressed glances from the disciples who remained conscious.

However, upon noticing Dao Xuanzi beside Feng Jie, those disciples merely pursed their lips. It seemed like another case of nepotism, a useless weakling being protected…

Little did they know, even Dao Xuanzi himself was bewildered. He felt that the spiritual barrier he had thrown out earlier hadn’t worked, yet the outcome was favorable.

Could it be that he had misjudged? Perhaps his spiritual barrier had indeed played a role…

Feng Jie and Gongsun Muhan supported each other to steady themselves. Feng Jie quickly checked Gongsun Muhan from head to toe, relieved to find no injuries, and let out a deep sigh.

Just moments ago, she had been engrossed in the spectacle when she noticed Tan Feng suddenly and without a word strike toward his own dantian. Sensing something amiss, she was about to react and pull Gongsun Muhan away, but her senior sister had already stepped in front of her, shielding her.

In that split second, she watched as a surge of spiritual energy rushed toward her senior sister,

She had almost thought her senior sister was done for.

Thankfully, she was unharmed.

But the fact that her senior sister had stepped in front of her before she could react, did that mean her senior sister had fully accepted her…

Feng Jie’s heart fluttered with excitement, and the way she looked at Gongsun Muhan became noticeably different, filled with anticipation and a warm smile.

Just as Gongsun Muhan brushed the ashes of a talisman from her fingertips, she met her junior sister’s bright, moon-like gaze.

It was so blatant, as if trying to seduce her. She could almost imagine that sweet, syrupy call of “Senior Sister~”

For a moment, Gongsun Muhan felt inexplicably nervous. She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Should she say, “Junior Sister, don’t look at me like that? Don’t be so straightforward about your feelings for me?”

After several hesitant openings and closings of her mouth, she finally uttered dryly:

“Tan Feng self-destructed.”

Feng Jie hadn’t intended to say anything in the first place. She was simply watching Gongsun Muhan, growing more satisfied the longer she looked. Because the senior sister was precisely the kind of person who would treat you well if you treated her well, an exceptionally good person!

Seeing Gongsun Muhan steer the conversation toward the culprit responsible for the current scene, Feng Jie placed her hands on Gongsun Muhan’s arms, intending to peer over her shoulder to see what was happening in the hall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood on her tiptoes, what met her eyes wasn’t the chaotic state of the hall after the residual spiritual energy had swept through.

Instead, that familiar, subtle fragrance of bamboo drifted in as if unobstructed, directly reaching her senses.

The senior sister’s cool palm covered her eyes.

Feng Jie thought to herself, the senior sister’s hand is truly slender, a single hand could completely cover both her eyes!

An itchiness crept into her ears. “Junior sister, you faint at the sight of blood. Don’t look.”

Even though the senior sister hadn’t said much, even though she had already stepped back a bit, for some reason,

Feng Jie felt a tingling numbness on her earlobes, as if electricity were conducting through her, making her heartbeat irregular and her face flush crimson.

Gongsun Muhan had always been sensitive to temperature, and she could clearly feel the warmth gradually rising from her palm.

The junior sister didn’t know that she was already aware of how much the junior sister liked her. Presumably, this warmth transmitted through her palm was due to the junior sister’s shyness?

The junior sister… was really a bit adorable…

However, accustomed to coolness and detachment as she was, she didn’t dislike this kind of damp, sticky warmth at the moment.

Perhaps it was merely because she found it novel.

Gongsun Muhan silently added this reason for herself in her heart. She had always believed in seeing things through to the end…

In the distance, the smallest hand on the noon bell had made countless rounds. The previously noisy sounds in the hall had completely dissipated, and the furnishings in the hall had returned to their original state.

A cultivator’s self-destruction hadn’t caused much of a stir. Everyone in the hall had taken their seats again, exactly as before.

But this time, only Dao Xuanzi remained below the hall.

Gongsun Muhan and Feng Jie were invited inside. Perhaps because the immortal sect members had already reached a conclusion, they were merely escorted to the side rather than below the hall.

When they entered, Tang Xianyu had glanced sideways at Gongsun Muhan for a long time. It wasn’t until the crowd’s accusations against Dao Xuanzi grew increasingly vehement that the invisible tension between their gazes was broken.

Li Dakui was the first to jump out again, saying, “Dao Xuanzi, what do you have to say for yourself now? Hand over the Bixin Sword quickly!”

Dao Xuanzi: “I really didn’t take the Bixin Sword!”

An elder from the Qingyang Sect chimed in, “Exactly! Who would have thought you’d scheme like this, daring to silence a witness right under the alliance leader’s nose!”

Dao Xuanzi: “I really didn’t!”

The elder of Danwen Pavilion snorted coldly and said, “With acting skills like these, we’ve underestimated you in the past!”

Dao Xuanzi, on the verge of tears, continued, “I really didn’t!”

…

“I really didn’t, ”

“Alliance Leader, ”

Finally, Dao Xuanzi, wiping his beard and tears, pleaded before Tang Xianyu.

There was only one way out now.

The Bixin Sword originally belonged to the Tang Clan. If the alliance leader could find the Bixin Sword, surely his suspicion would be disproven naturally.

“I beg the alliance leader to see the truth! This old man truly did not hide the Bixin Sword… Alliance Leader…”

“Alliance Leader, can you locate the Bixin Sword? You must have a way, right? I beg for your guidance. No matter the method, this humble elder is willing to be the first to investigate the sword’s whereabouts… Alliance Leader, please see clearly…”

“Alliance Leader, ”

Tang Xianyu did not respond immediately. She frowned, muttered a single word, “annoying”, and sealed Dao Xuanzi’s mouth with a wave of her hand to prevent him from disturbing her thoughts.

In her previous life, Gongsun Muhan had willingly taken the Bixin Sword, bore responsibilities that were never meant to be hers, and died without breaking the contract.

But what if, in this life, she truly gave the Bixin Sword away as the current situation suggested, without forming a contract with it? Would she then avoid the same tragic fate as before?

After all, the sword was unique, no one but Gongsun Muhan could truly become its master.

Why not seal the sword away? The current cultivation world and the demon realm were at peace, maintaining a stable coexistence. What need was there for such a sword, meant to eradicate demons and bring peace to immortals, a savior’s blade?

…

Before long, Tang Xianyu rose and summoned a jade scroll.

“The Bixin Sword was originally a cultivation sword. Though precious, it is not overwhelmingly significant. From now on, the Bixin Sword shall choose its master freely, and anyone may claim it.”

As her words fell, they materialized on the jade scroll. At the bottom right corner, she added four small characters: “Special Decree of the Immortal Alliance.”

Watching Tang Xianyu effortlessly cast the jade scroll across the Nine Provinces and Three Realms, the cultivators exchanged bewildered glances. What was the Alliance Leader’s intention?

But upon reflection, this meant the Bixin Sword had truly become an ordinary magical artifact, a cultivation sword. In the future, any of them could have a chance to claim it!

“The Alliance Leader is magnanimous!”

The crowd hurriedly bowed in gratitude. With this decree, the Bixin Sword would no longer belong to the Tang Clan, the Immortal Alliance, or the cultivation world as a supreme treasure. It was merely a sword.

The Alliance Leader had selflessly relinquished her claim. Given her status and position, if she had insisted the Bixin Sword belonged solely to her, everyone would have willingly congratulated her.

Amid the joy in everyone’s eyes, no one noticed the faint tremor in Tang Xianyu’s eyelashes, betraying a fleeting sorrow only she understood.

Only Tang Xianyu knew how long a journey she had traveled to utter the words “the Bixin Sword shall choose its master freely,” and in doing so, she had lost her only friend.

Suppressing her emotions, she released the silencing spell on Dao Xuanzi and said, “I believe you did not take the Bixin Sword, but my belief alone is not enough. Why not swear a Soul Oath, witnessed by me, so that fellow cultivators will no longer trouble you?”

Dao Xuanzi gritted his teeth inwardly. Given the current circumstances, this was undoubtedly the best solution, though he loathed the idea of a Soul Oath. The more oaths one swore, the greater the karmic burden from the Heavenly Dao, increasing the likelihood of rejection during the tribulation of ascension and inviting even more formidable lightning tribulations.

Once he had sworn the oath, Tang Xianyu spoke again, “The Soul Oath is complete. None present may trouble him further under the pretext of hiding the Bixin Sword.”

With that, Tang Xianyu rose gracefully, preparing to leave.

But seeing the cultivators frowning, hesitant to speak their minds, she shook her head helplessly and said, “I do not know the whereabouts of the Bixin Sword, but it is certainly not with Dao Xuanzi, nor with Gongsun Muhan.”

“If any of you are determined, search the Nine Provinces and Three Realms yourselves. If you encounter it, it is fate. Do not force what is not meant to be.”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd saw only a few magnolia petals left on the ground, with no trace of anyone.

Everyone quickly bowed their heads and said in unison, “Farewell, Alliance Leader.”

Gongsun Muhan and Feng Jie pretended to follow along but took advantage of the chaos to slip away.

Just after passing through the arched gate, they saw Tang Xianyu, who had just been bid farewell, standing right in front of them.

“You looked at me that way earlier, do you have a question? I’ll answer one for you.”

Gongsun Muhan’s eyes darkened slightly as she replied in a low voice, “Why did you help us?”

Tang Xianyu smiled faintly and said, “You remind me of an old friend. It was merely a moment of compassion.”

After speaking, she turned to Feng Jie, studying her with a smile.

Feng Jie didn’t know why the Alliance Leader was smiling at her, but judging by her conversation with the senior sister, she seemed to be a good person. Thinking this, Feng Jie returned an exceptionally bright smile.

At that moment, Tang Xianyu suddenly remarked, “The plain jade hairpin in your hair is very beautiful. I hope you will not betray the one who gave it to you.”

Plain jade hairpin? Feng Jie instinctively touched the hairpin in her hair. Oh, right, she had thought it looked familiar before but hadn’t had time to ponder its origin.

She vaguely remembered that her senior sister had once worn a bamboo-jade hairpin, which matched the style of this plain jade hairpin perfectly.

Moreover, she had first discovered this plain jade hairpin in the Discipline Hall, and before that, she had only been with her senior sister.

But why would her senior sister suddenly give her a jade hairpin?

Feng Jie took out the hairpin and examined it repeatedly in her hand but found nothing unusual.

Was it a gift for making a new friend? Or did her senior sister think the hairpin suited her?

“Don’t betray the one who gave it to you”, did that mean she shouldn’t betray her senior sister?

How could she ever betray her senior sister! Her senior sister was her sky, her earth, her home, and her life…

Just as Feng Jie was about to reply, she realized that only fallen petals remained on the ground before her.

Tang Xianyu had left.

Feng Jie snapped back to reality and saw that Gongsun Muhan had already walked far ahead, showing no intention of waiting for her.

Feng Jie scratched the back of her head, puzzled. Was her senior sister angry?

Could it be because she hadn’t heard her response and thought she might betray her?

Oh no!

Senior sister, that’s not it!

Feng Jie hurriedly jogged to catch up.