Chapter 32: Su Qiuyue, Traitor of the Sword Sect

“Senior Sister Yan Hua! Wake up!”

Mu Chenxi shouted urgently.

“You really came from the past… you’re not lying to me…?”

In an instant, Yan Hua was in front of Mu Chenxi, her small hand gripping Mu Chenxi’s neck, dark and hollow eyes staring into her.

“I didn’t lie to you! Senior Sister Yan Hua, wake up!”

Mu Chenxi ignored the searing pain, struggling to force out words from her throat.

The call seemed to work.

Yan Hua’s movements halted, the darkness in her eyes gradually faded, and her consciousness slowly returned.

The aura around her diminished, and her jet-black hair turned crimson again.

“Junior Sister…”

Yan Hua looked confused.

Her hair had returned to red, her eyes once again crimson.

She reached out and grabbed Mu Chenxi’s hand.

“Let’s keep moving.”

Mu Chenxi’s original plan was to head to the Violet Blossom Secret Realm as their first stop.

But when the two arrived, she was completely stunned.

Where the entrance to the secret realm should have been, there was nothing.

Not even a trace of the secret realm’s aura could be found, as if the Violet Blossom Secret Realm had never existed there.

She and Yan Hua searched the valley, but couldn’t find a single clue of the secret realm.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to Mu Chenxi.

She was the first to discover the Violet Blossom Secret Realm, but every time she entered before, it had been with Master Bai Yue.

Could it be…

Master is the key to opening the Violet Blossom Secret Realm?

Now that Master wasn’t here, there was no way to find the entrance.

Understanding this, she temporarily gave up searching for the Violet Blossom Secret Realm.

Turning to Yan Hua, she said,

“The secret realm can’t be found. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Mu Chenxi didn’t dwell on it.

She raised her hand and pointed in a new direction.

“We’ll go to another place—there’s a strange little hill I found before.”

Yan Hua nodded, then picked up Mu Chenxi again, flying toward the new location.

Mu Chenxi and Yan Hua finally arrived at the strange hill.

At the foot of the hill, Mu Chenxi sensed the energy that had drawn her here.

In a clump of grass not far away, a blood-red Broken Sword was stabbed into the earth.

A thick Sword Intent emanated from the Broken Sword—filled with resentment and overwhelming rage, and a wicked, sinister aura that made it clear this was not a righteous weapon.

“Junior Sister, is this what you’re looking for?”

Yan Hua turned to Mu Chenxi curiously.

“That’s right, this should be it.”

Mu Chenxi nodded, her expression grave.

“This thing is dangerous. Senior Sister, can you take it safely?”

“Dangerous? I don’t feel anything. It’s just an ordinary Broken Sword.”

Yan Hua tilted her head, looking innocent.

“To me, it doesn’t seem dangerous at all.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Hua walked over.

“Senior Sister, be careful!”

Mu Chenxi couldn’t help but warn.

“It’s fine, there’s no danger.”

Yan Hua waved her hand, then reached out and gripped the Broken Sword.

With a gentle tug, she easily pulled it out.

The Broken Sword still pulsed with terrifying resentment and anger, but Yan Hua remained unharmed and oblivious, as if she were holding an ordinary sword.

What’s going on?

The danger of this Broken Sword had been enough to force her and Master into self-destruction before, yet now Yan Hua was completely unaffected.

Mu Chenxi was bewildered.

Perhaps Yan Hua’s strength was so overwhelming that she’d scared away the lurking enemies.

“Junior Sister, here’s the Broken Sword you wanted.”

Yan Hua carried the sword back to Mu Chenxi and handed it over.

Mu Chenxi hesitated.

But as soon as she took the Broken Sword, the Sword Intent of resentment and fury erupted like a volcano.

A Remnant Soul transformed into a sharp blade and stabbed straight into her Sea of Consciousness!

“Not good, it’s soul possession!”

Mu Chenxi’s heart trembled.

There was an old monster hidden within the Broken Sword.

Its target wasn’t Yan Hua at all, but herself!

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, a feminine figure wreathed in black mist slowly formed.

She had once been beautiful, but a hideous sword scar ran across her face, twisting her features like a centipede coiled on her cheek.

Mu Chenxi shuddered, instantly recognizing the intruder.

The traitor of the Sword Sect recorded in the sect’s ancient texts—her image preserved there.

Blood Demon Sword Su Qiuyue!

“Blood Demon Sword Su Qiuyue! It’s you? Traitor of the Sword Sect!”

Mu Chenxi’s furious voice echoed in her Sea of Consciousness.

“You’re a disciple of the Sword Sect? Good, good… Hehehehehe.”

Su Qiuyue’s voice dripped with hatred.

“All Sword Sect members deserve to die! Every last one of them!”

Mu Chenxi’s expression grew more grim.

Su Qiuyue had been a powerful cultivator during her time, slaughtering countless sect members when she betrayed the sect.

Now, even as only a Remnant Soul, she was still not someone Mu Chenxi could easily contend with.

Before Mu Chenxi could devise a countermeasure, Su Qiuyue attacked.

Her Remnant Soul turned into countless blood-red swords, surging with endless fury and hatred, slashing wildly through Mu Chenxi’s Sea of Consciousness.

The horrifying Sword Intent swept through her, sending shockwaves through her Sea of Consciousness, fine cracks appearing everywhere.

She coughed up blood, her seven orifices bleeding.

Within moments, she was on the verge of being possessed.

“Senior Sister… I’m being possessed! Use your blood… like before!”

Mu Chenxi dropped to one knee, struggling to remain conscious.

She raised her hand, forming a sword with her fingers, and cut a bloody gash across her smooth forehead.

If she was going to die anyway, she refused to self-destruct this time.

Instead, she clung to a last hope.

Yan Hua, seeing this, didn’t hesitate.

She bit her own finger, pressed it against Mu Chenxi’s forehead, and let her burning spiritual power flow into the wound.

The strange blood seemed to crawl like a living thing, burrowing into Mu Chenxi’s wound.

A tremendous force exploded within her, and Mu Chenxi’s head burst like a watermelon.

Her soul was obliterated.

At the same time, Su Qiuyue’s Remnant Soul was scattered by the same force.

Consciousness returned to her body.

Mu Chenxi’s eyes snapped open.

She gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat.

Bai Yue gently stroked her back, watching with concern, waiting for her breathing to steady.

“This time, your descent lasted a while. What happened?”

Bai Yue couldn’t help but ask as she saw Mu Chenxi calm down.

Mu Chenxi turned and placed her hand on Bai Yue’s forehead, sharing the memory with her.

Yan Hua would take half a day to awaken.

They had to endure for half a day.

How could they last that long?

Bai Yue felt troubled.

Calming herself, Bai Yue continued to watch.

So… her first kiss had been stolen by Yan Hua…

Still, she didn’t feel angry—just helpless, a little embarrassed, and a bit worried about Yan Hua.

Is my obedient little disciple really going to be alright…?

She returned her focus to the memory.

Yan Hua had slain the Fire Demon once again, and Bai Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, seeing Mu Chenxi’s new plan, she silently praised her disciple’s cleverness.

Finally, the memory froze at the moment Mu Chenxi’s head exploded.