The vitality of a cultivator is truly tenacious.
Even with only a head remaining, covered in frost, and a fragment of soul lingering, Mu Chenxi still lived.
She stubbornly clung to life, refusing to let go.
At this moment, she used all her remaining spiritual energy just to maintain this last thread of existence, unable to move at all.
Master was dead.
The Fire Demon had left.
She could only lie silently on this cold ground, waiting for her own head to slowly decay, awaiting the arrival of death.
The process was unbearably tormenting, yet she still wanted to live.
The chance for her consciousness to return was precious, and time was growing ever shorter.
She wanted to search for that faint hope.
Time ticked by, each second an agony for Mu Chenxi.
Her soul continued to dissipate, and though she was nearly at her limit, she forcibly endured for a day and a night.
Just then, a figure descended from the sky—the Fire Demon, returning once more.
Judging by its frenzied rage, it had clearly gained nothing in its pursuit of the light.
When it saw Mu Chenxi, not yet fully dead, a trace of surprise flickered in its eyes, followed by a cruel smile, ready to unleash its fury upon this stubborn insect.
“To survive an attack from me, you can be proud enough.”
Flames gathered in the Fire Demon’s palm, preparing to utterly blast Mu Chenxi’s head to ashes.
Mu Chenxi glared at the Fire Demon in fury, without a trace of pleading or fear in her eyes.
Facing the flames that could obliterate her, she did not even blink.
Just as Mu Chenxi believed her death was certain, the turning point she longed for actually appeared.
A streak of blood-red light tore through the sky, arriving in an instant!
That blood light carried a familiar sensation that made her heart tremble.
Through her fading consciousness, Mu Chenxi saw clearly—the newcomer was Yan Hua!
Yan Hua seemed to be using some secret Dunshu technique, her body drenched in blood.
The surface of her skin had vanished entirely, revealing the writhing flesh beneath—her face was a blur of blood and meat.
That familiar attire, petite figure, and the haunting sense of dread all confirmed it.
Mu Chenxi was certain—this was her little Senior Sister, Yan Hua.
Yan Hua didn’t glance at Mu Chenxi.
The blood and flesh on her body began regenerating at a visible speed, new skin forming once more.
She rushed to the place where Bai Yue had died, her scarlet eyes hollow and deep, as if her soul had been lost.
The Fire Demon also noticed this uninvited guest, feeling threatened by her astonishing speed.
The fireball originally aimed at Mu Chenxi instantly changed direction, hurling towards Yan Hua.
Yan Hua ignored the incoming fireball.
Her gaze landed on the ashes that Bai Yue had become, as if she understood everything in that instant.
Her crimson hair turned pitch black before their eyes, her pupils transforming into bottomless darkness.
A surge of violence and madness, a terror that sought to destroy all things, erupted from her tiny body!
The terror of this aura was beyond comparison to the Fire Demon.
Even the remnants of Mu Chenxi’s soul nearly disintegrated under its force.
In the next instant, Yan Hua vanished from her spot.
In the stunned eyes of the Fire Demon, a small fist, faster than it could ever follow, struck its head.
Boom!
The Fire Demon’s entire body exploded like an overripe watermelon, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Even its soul was instantly crushed by that terrifying force.
Yan Hua knelt again before the ashes that had once been Bai Yue, softly calling out:
“Master… Master… Master…”
Her voice was gentle and frail, like an ordinary little girl.
It was hard to believe that the one who had just obliterated the Fire Demon with a single punch was her.
But those hollow black eyes, and the eerie aura radiating from her, testified to the reality before them.
“Master~ Master~ Master~”
Yan Hua seemed broken.
Her tone grew even sweeter, as if acting spoiled, yet the one she clung to was Bai Yue’s ashes.
Her eyes had lost all white, turning into an entirely black, haunting gaze.
Then, Yan Hua carefully scooped up the ashes and earth from the ground, handful by handful, frantically stuffing them into her mouth.
Seeing this, Mu Chenxi felt her scalp tingle, a chill running up her remaining spine to her crown.
She wanted to cry out in protest, but was too weak to make a sound, forced to watch as Yan Hua devoured the last traces Master had left in this world.
After eating the ashes, Yan Hua finally turned her attention to Mu Chenxi.
Those hollow black eyes fixed upon her, making Mu Chenxi feel as if she were being stared at by the abyss.
Yan Hua staggered to her feet like a walking corpse, slowly approaching Mu Chenxi’s head.
She reached out a small hand and grasped her skull.
“What… happened?”
Yan Hua asked.
Mu Chenxi wanted to answer, but, teetering on the edge of death, she couldn’t speak or communicate with her soul.
She could only gaze weakly at Yan Hua.
Yet Yan Hua didn’t seem to be seeking an answer.
Her black pupils narrowed, and a brutal force dragged the last remnants of Mu Chenxi’s soul into her consciousness!
As soon as Mu Chenxi’s soul entered, she saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Within that sea, all she saw were Yan Hua’s own dismembered limbs and flesh.
Mu Chenxi’s heart froze in terror.
She couldn’t understand why Yan Hua’s consciousness was so horrifying.
Was she friend or foe?
Had she stayed at Master’s side all this time only for the sake of Master’s power?
Before Mu Chenxi could ponder further, Yan Hua’s consciousness stabbed into her soul like a spike, violently and crudely.
This savage method was nothing like any proper Soul Search Technique—it was pure chaos, a brutal invasion.
Only a lunatic would do such a thing, as it could easily cause both parties’ memories to merge and drive them both mad.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—under this chaotic assault, Mu Chenxi’s already fragile soul could not endure even an instant before collapsing completely.
***
“Huff… Huff…”
Mu Chenxi’s eyes snapped open.
Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, cold sweat soaking her entire body.
Facing that kind of Yan Hua had been overwhelming—both the impact and psychological pressure were immense.
Bai Yue hurriedly embraced her, gently stroking her back, her own eyes filled with shock.
This time, what kind of terrifying future had Chenxi witnessed?
It took Mu Chenxi a long moment to calm her heart, but her eyes gradually brightened.
At last, things had taken a turn for the better—she hadn’t expected their chance at survival would come from Yan Hua.
This Yan Hua, whom Master had always regarded as an ordinary little girl, had obliterated their enemy with a single punch.
“Master, I’ve found a way to survive!”
Mu Chenxi turned around in excitement.
“What way?”
Bai Yue pressed urgently upon hearing the good news.
“The way is…”
Mu Chenxi hesitated.
She felt it was hard to explain, but she also feared that using her spiritual sense to convey what she saw might frighten Master even more.
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