Chapter 41: Your Swordsmanship Is a Joke

After that, Su Qiuyue’s remnant soul was hunted by Yue Shanming.

At the most dangerous moment, her remnant soul was nearly shattered, and a hideous scar was left on her remnant soul’s face.

She didn’t heal that scar on her remnant soul.

She wanted to keep the scar as a constant reminder—to never forget—to kill that old dog Yue Shanming.

She clung to life by a thread, hiding here for who knows how many years.

Time did not fade the hatred; instead, it fermented in her heart, corroding her sanity even more.

The little girl who once dreamed of becoming a heroine had turned into a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, brewing bone-chilling poison within.

Every moment, she longed to kill that old dog Yue Shanming.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

No matter what she became!

No matter what method she used!

She would kill that old dog Yue Shanming no matter what!

When Mu Chenxi learned of Yue Shanming’s actions, doubt arose in her heart, questioning the authenticity of this memory.

Su Qiuyue merged into Mu Chenxi’s consciousness, likewise peering into fragments of Mu Chenxi’s memories.

Su Qiuyue didn’t rush to act.

Years of hatred had made her extremely patient.

She lurked deep within Mu Chenxi’s consciousness, searching for an opportunity to deliver a fatal strike.

She quickly figured out Mu Chenxi’s identity.

The Sword Sect’s Saintess—a genius no less than herself.

Mu Chenxi’s past surfaced as well.

When she was an infant, her parents died.

It was Yue Shanming who brought her into the Sword Sect.

In the memory fragments, that old dog Yue Shanming watched Mu Chenxi practice the sword, sanctimoniously instructing her: “As sword cultivators, our duty is to uphold justice.”

“Hahaha! Hahaha!”

Su Qiuyue’s will paused, then erupted in a sharp, piercing laugh.

The laughter echoed in Mu Chenxi’s Sea of Consciousness, filled with mockery.

“So you’re the same. Just a pitiful insect.”

Su Qiuyue’s voice was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

“Parading around with the title of Sword Sect Saintess, swinging your sword for the so-called Right Path, and in the end, you were just played for a fool by that old dog Yue Shanming? Truly laughable. After seeing my memories, do you still not understand the truth?”

“Your Sword Dao is nothing but a joke!”

“Can your dead parents rest in peace seeing you like this?”

Every word from Su Qiuyue stabbed at Mu Chenxi’s Soul.

Truth?

What truth?

Mu Chenxi’s consciousness trembled, her whole body turning cold.

Suddenly, she recalled—it was Sect Master Yue Shanming who brought her into the sect as a baby.

And her parents had died at that time, too.

A thought she didn’t dare consider began to grow in her heart.

Could it be that her parents were also killed by Yue Shanming?

The thought exploded like thunder in Mu Chenxi’s mind, spinning her Soul world into chaos.

She suddenly remembered something.

Before leaving the sect, she went to see Master Bai Yue.

Yue Shanming had also kindly given her a pill, saying it would help stabilize her foundation.

It was also a Dragon Phoenix Blood Essence Pill.

She had taken it at the time.

Then, was there also a Restriction planted in her body?

That thought made everything instantly clear.

The truth she had never dared to believe was thus confirmed.

“Crack…”

Something shattered in her heart.

The beliefs she had upheld, the Right Path for which she had swung her sword, the sect she revered—

At this moment, they all turned into a bloodstained joke.

What is right? What is evil?

She couldn’t tell anymore.

Her sword heart became clouded.

With her sword heart unstable, a flaw appeared in her Soul.

“Now’s the time!”

Su Qiuyue seized the opportunity.

A venomous snake in ambush would devour its prey at its weakest.

Her will invaded through the crack, instantly seizing control.

Mu Chenxi panicked.

Her consciousness retreated step by step, powerless before Su Qiuyue’s terrifying resentment.

She lost.

The main consciousness was completely overtaken.

Yet, just as Su Qiuyue was about to fully control the body and open her eyes to savor victory—

Outside, Yan Hua shattered Mu Chenxi’s head with a single punch.

It was an unreasonable, destructive force that reduced the just-possessed body, along with Su Qiuyue’s ecstatic will and Mu Chenxi’s stunned and confused consciousness, to nothingness.

Consciousness destroyed, she was instantly pulled away from that despairing future.

“Pu!”

In reality, Mu Chenxi, who was sitting quietly beside Bai Yue, suddenly opened her eyes, spurting a mouthful of hot blood onto the ground in front of her.

The sight was shocking.

Her face was as pale as paper.

Her Soul had suffered severe trauma just now, and her aura was at its lowest.

A hand, warm and smooth as jade, gently pressed against her back.

Like a warm stream, it soothed her crumbling Sea of Consciousness.

“Chenxi, are you all right…”

Bai Yue asked, her face full of worry.

Mu Chenxi leaned weakly against Bai Yue, gasping for breath.

“Master… I…”

“Don’t speak.”

Bai Yue interrupted her, her tone brooking no argument.

“I’ve already rested enough. Enter my Sea of Consciousness again.”

Mu Chenxi hesitated for a moment, but when she met Bai Yue’s unquestionable gaze, she still nodded.

With a thought, she once again sank her consciousness into Bai Yue’s Sea of Consciousness.

However, what she saw this time was different from the previous snow-covered world.

Ahead was a hot spring shrouded in mist.

Here… is Master’s Sea of Consciousness?

The Bai Yue sitting by the hot spring looked completely different from any image in her memory.

She wore a black business suit and skirt, a white shirt underneath, and delicate black-framed glasses perched on her nose.

The peach blossom eyes behind the lenses were both seductive and intelligent.

Her jade legs were wrapped in shimmering black stockings, crossed gracefully, accentuating her curves.

The buttons on her suit strained under pressure, as if they might burst from the heavy fullness beneath.

The tight skirt outlined Master’s curves perfectly, her figure almost overflowing the bluestone by the hot spring.

Wha… what a unique outfit…

Mu Chenxi’s gaze froze.

Her mouth opened slightly, her throat dry.

She swallowed.

Step by step, she walked toward the both familiar and unfamiliar Bai Yue, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

She sat down beside Bai Yue.

Compelled by some unknown force, Mu Chenxi closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and waited shyly and expectantly for the healing kiss and pill like last time.

She looked like a delicate flower waiting to be picked.

But after a long while, the anticipated kiss and pill didn’t come.

“Mm?”

Mu Chenxi opened her eyes in confusion.

“Silly disciple, what are you expecting with your eyes closed and lips puckered?”

Bai Yue looked at her with a half-smile, her enchanting peach blossom eyes gazing right through her, as if seeing all her little secrets.

“I… I…”

Mu Chenxi’s face flushed red.

Facing the teasing and somewhat unfamiliar expression of her Master, her heart raced even faster, and she couldn’t speak properly.