Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 48

The scene was too overwhelming. Even the usually sharp-witted Qin Yiqiu was momentarily stunned, unable to discern whether she was trapped in a dream or truly standing atop the mountain peak at the Severing Emotions Platform.

The long sword trembled incessantly, yet she couldn’t bring herself to strike.

Luo Yunhuan’s body was far too frail. Though severing this thread of affection wouldn’t inflict fatal harm, the short-term physical weakness and the agony of having one’s soul stripped away would undoubtedly be excruciating.

After all, severing the thread of affection wasn’t merely about cutting off one’s own emotions, it meant severing all emotional ties between both individuals. She would become heartless, and her junior sister would lose the ability to experience any feelings.

Qin Yiqiu couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Her master’s urgent urging echoed in her ears. Qin Yiqiu pressed her lips together and shifted the sword slightly, but the red thread was resilient. Without exerting full force, it couldn’t be severed. Moreover, without unwavering resolve, even if cut, it would simply grow back.

Only by pouring all her strength into a single, merciless strike could it be completely severed.

“Yiqiu, you can’t do it?”

Qin Wangyu, who had been sustaining the operation of the Fate Realm, was taken aback. He hadn’t expected his disciple to hesitate even at this critical juncture. He took a step forward and placed his palm on his disciple’s slender shoulder.

“If you can’t bring yourself to do it, then even at the cost of my old life, I will ensure you complete this trial of severing the thread of affection.”

Forcing interference in another’s karmic cycle was a grave taboo for those cultivating the Path of Heartlessness.

But with his own mind clouded by distractions, advancing to the tenth stage of the Heartless Art seemed hopeless.

Better to give his disciple a push, allowing her to accomplish what he had failed to achieve, ascending to the higher realm and following in the footsteps of their ancestors.

As Qin Wangyu exerted force through his wrist, he gripped his disciple’s hand, clearly intending to overstep his role and almost forcing Qin Yiqiu to sever the red thread.

The tip of the sword moved, slowly slicing through the stubbornly entangled red thread. As it snapped, Qin Wangyu revealed a triumphant smile, but his brows immediately furrowed again, his expression turning grave.

For the red thread had begun to slowly regenerate, repairing itself. If the one who severed it couldn’t completely sever the emotions in their heart, the red thread would be drawn back and grow anew.

In such a situation, no matter how many times he forced his disciple to cut it, it would be futile!

The veins on Qin Wangyu’s forehead bulged, clearly pushing him to the brink of madness. He had spent so long, invested so much effort, all to nurture a successor in the Path of Heartlessness, all to ensure the Yunjian Mountain Sect remained eternally at the pinnacle of the righteous factions.

This way, the sect’s disciples would always be respected when they ventured out, and within the Yunjian Mountain Sect’s sphere of influence, the common people would forever live in peace and prosperity, enjoying harmony and celebration.

All of this stemmed from the formidable Heartless Art. The main combat strength of the Yunjian Mountain Sect, the powerful elders throughout the years, had all achieved their prowess through cultivating the Path of Heartlessness.

If his disciple couldn’t inherit the most perfect and powerful Heartless Art, the Yunjian Mountain Sect would inevitably decline over the next few centuries.

If that were the case, then she must be eliminated!

Without further hesitation, Qin Wangyu made a decision that contradicted the conduct of a righteous cultivator.

He gripped his disciple’s wrist, pushing the longsword forward once more. The blade, entwined with red threads, slowly pierced into Luo Yunhuan’s chest.

Blood spread like the most enchanting spider lilies in the world.

“Master.”

Qin Yiqiu snapped out of her daze, turning her head to look at the man holding her wrist. His eyes were filled with violent intent, clearly determined to kill her junior sister.

Crimson blood flowed along the icy-blue blade, continuously spreading and staining the red threads. The blood dripped down the threads, thick and sticky, resembling tiny blossoms.

If the tip of the sword advanced just one more knuckle’s length, her junior sister’s heart would be frozen by her own life-bound sword and poisoned by the cold toxin, leaving no chance for recovery.

No, No!

I can’t do it!

Qin Yiqiu pressed her lips together and suddenly released her grip. Yet, even so, Qin Wangyu tightly held her wrist, forcing her to push forward.

“Yiqiu, you’ve cultivated diligently for a hundred years. Are you truly going to let it all be ruined by an outer sect disciple at the Qi Refining stage?”

While questioning his disciple, Qin Wangyu continued to push forward, though his movements slowed even further. Luo Yunhuan’s expression twisted in agony.

But she still lifted her gaze to Qin Yiqiu.

“Senior Sister, I still want to always be with you. I don’t want to die.”

The words “I don’t want to die” struck like a heavy bell in Qin Yiqiu’s heart, her pupils suddenly dilating.

Memories of their time together flashed through her mind. Though she hadn’t fallen irrevocably in love with her junior sister, and they had only spent a few months together, she simply couldn’t bring herself to harm this uniquely special person.

“No, Master, I can’t do it.”

Qin Yiqiu strained to pull the sword tip back, finally halting the dreadful act just as the cold toxin was about to enter Luo Yunhuan’s heart.

“Please don’t kill her, If I can’t master the Heartless Technique, it’s my fault. It has nothing to do with my junior sister.”

A mist formed over Qin Yiqiu’s icy-blue eyes, and crystal-clear, scalding tears fell onto Qin Wangyu’s hand.

For a moment, he was stunned.

He had never seen his disciple so indecisive and tearful. Truly, the pull of the fateful red thread was no ordinary influence.

But the stronger its effect on Qin Yiqiu, the more determined he was to sever it. If she could safely overcome this trial of love, she would likely become the most exceptional cultivator of the Heartless Technique on the entire continent.

Thinking this, Qin Wangyu gently shook his head.

“Yiqiu, don’t hate your master.”

“I’m doing this for your own good.”

With these light words, he once again attempted to push the sword forward. The two had already struggled countless times.

“No, Don’t!”

The fleeting image of Luo Yunhuan’s eyes turning dull and lifeless flashed through Qin Yiqiu’s mind, and she couldn’t bear it. Just moments ago, her junior sister had risked her life to save her, confronting a Nascent Soul-stage giant bird head-on.

Her abdomen and face had been clawed, and now, she was being forced by her master to kill the one who had saved her, the one she had come to care for.

Qin Yiqiu couldn’t do it.

This bitter agony was the first Qin Yiqiu had ever experienced, and she had no idea how to face it torn between her revered master and her beloved junior sister.

With a sudden, forceful pull, she yanked the sword back. The blade swept across, cutting the man’s hand and chest.

Qin Wangyu’s face contorted in pain.

Harming the person who had raised her since childhood and whom she revered as a father was also a devastating blow to Qin Yiqiu’s spirit.

“Master!”

Qin Yiqiu could hardly believe it. She was on the verge of collapse when, suddenly, someone embraced her from behind, warming her ice-cold body. A voice called out softly by her ear, piercing straight into her soul.

Luo Yunhuan watched her senior sister, who had fallen into a deep slumber. Lost in some kind of illusion, the other woman was already weeping uncontrollably, and Luo Yunhuan’s heart ached with worry.

She knew that if she didn’t wake her senior sister soon, the treacherous Mystic Moon Illusion would torment her beyond recognition.

Thanks to the system’s protective barrier, Luo Yunhuan remained unaffected by the Mystic Moon Secret Realm’s influence after all, her mission was merely to survive the beast tide.

Fine, It seemed she had to resort to a drastic measure!

With that thought, Luo Yunhuan licked her sharp teeth, intending to give someone’s ear a fierce bite.