Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 17

As the effect of the formation ended, the summoned hurricane gradually subsided. After the chaos settled, only Yan Ling remained conscious in the center of the formation.

She was holding the unconscious Shi Yunjii, her gaze fixed on the wooden box in her hand—

The “Heart of Dao Box,” which she had searched for ten thousand ways to open without success, now had its lid dramatically lifted, clearly having been successfully opened.

But the strange thing was, the box was empty.

Yes, after the light faded, there was nothing in the box, it was hollow, just like Yan Ling’s mood at the moment.

The unconscious woman in her arms groaned, her sleep restless. Yan Ling shifted her gaze to her, and the left arm wrapped around her waist tightened slightly.

But then she calmed down.

If she hadn’t just witnessed Shi Yunjii open the box right before her eyes, she probably would have blamed the empty box on her. But a moment ago, when she abandoned her pursuit of Huan Zhu and came back to save her, when she broke through the hurricane’s obstruction and entered the central formation, she personally saw Shi Yunji, who was lying on the ground, open the box.

She didn’t believe anyone could steal the contents of the box right under her nose.

Therefore, the truth was, the box was empty to begin with.

At this moment, waves of dizziness washed over her. Yan Ling’s vision went blank, and she almost collapsed. Although she was in the most opulent Jade Bell Palace between heaven and earth, she felt surrounded by a dead end, with no place for her to set foot.

Why was it empty?

Was all this just Your joke?

A divine being could manipulate her entirely with an empty box.

Thinking of this, Yan Ling, enraged and saddened, actually gritted her teeth and laughed aloud. Blood spilled from the corner of her lips, leaving a bright red streak that flowed down her beautifully curved chin, dripping onto her white robes.

The white robes were stained with blood, like red plums blooming in the snow, tragic yet pure and cold.

Yan Ling could no longer support herself, her knees gave way, and she knelt on the ground.

Shi Yunjii, who had been leaning on her shoulder, slid to the ground with her movement. Without consciousness, she seemed to have knocked against something, her lips moved, and she let out an unhappy groan.

Yan Ling turned her head to look at her, her pure sleeping face reflected in her eyes.

“Why is it you?” she suddenly murmured, “Why are you the one who opened the box? Why can you solve the riddle He left behind without any effort? Why…”

The same few questions circulated in her mind, turning over and over. But no one could answer the question. Shi Yunjii, the only person who might know the truth, had her eyes tightly closed, immersed in an illusory dream.

Yan Ling suddenly felt a wave of grievance.

She reached out, wanting to push Shi Yunjii away, wanting to leave this heartbreaking place with the box alone. But for some reason, the moment her palm touched Shi Yunji, she grabbed her arm but couldn’t bring herself to push her away.

Instead, her body acted before her consciousness, pulling the person directly into her embrace, holding her fully and snugly.

“If I put away all my extravagant hopes, can we go back to the way things were?” Yan Ling lowered her head, her voice very soft, less like a plea and more like she was speaking to herself, “I won’t act recklessly anymore, I won’t covet things I don’t deserve because of my high cultivation, I won’t presume upon Your favor and pray for Your descent again, can You, can You…

“Can You be just like before, appearing occasionally, just occasionally…”

These words were laced with sobs. She buried her head in Shi Yunjii’s neck, hiding her vulnerable side.

In the end, she could no longer speak and could only pray over and over in her heart.

【Divine Being, do not abandon me. I am not yet sufficient to stand on my own, I cannot leave You. Please look at me again, okay?】

【I will not make mistakes again, I will not overstep my bounds. I beg You, I beg You, please don’t leave. Just be like before…】

In the midst of her heart-wrenching pain, Yan Ling’s whole body suddenly stiffened, and she abruptly raised her head.

Tears still clung to her cheeks. She paid them no mind, suspecting she had misheard, and she propped up her body on her knees, looking around in astonishment.

The wind and thunder had dispersed. The night sky over Lingling Peak was clear and cloudless, the moonlight cold, making the entire Jade Bell Palace appear extremely desolate.

On the empty formation, there was only her and Shi Yunji in her arms.

Yan Ling was incredulous, and she called out again in her mind: 【Divine Being?】

The Divine Being finally favored her again.

A clear voice echoed in her mind: 【Be quiet, Yan Ling, don’t fuss yet…】

This time, Yan Ling was certain she had not misheard.

Her expression was blank, and she slowly lowered her head, looking at Shi Yunjii who was passed out in her arms.

【My head hurts so much, Yan Ling, be, be quiet for now…】

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