This is not good.
“Qian Yue…Senior Sister?”
Jiang Ke’er carefully looked into Qian Yue’s eyes.
The moment their gazes met, Qian Yue suddenly seemed to be provoked, pouncing like a starving tiger!
Jiang Ke’er was seized by Qian Yue, who pinned her hands precisely against the wall of the nest.
She dared not struggle too much, afraid she’d collapse the nest. Then Qian Yue would have nowhere to hide—far too dangerous.
“Senior Sister, wake up, Senior Sister!” Jiang Ke’er’s voice trembled with panic.
Qian Yue was clearly entranced by something. Upon hearing Jiang Ke’er’s voice, a hint of struggle flickered in her eyes.
Her rosy lips pressed to Jiang Ke’er’s neck, gently licking, but she restrained herself, going no further.
Just what kind of wicked sword had she picked up?
Jiang Ke’er was on the verge of tears, wanting to toss that sword away, but her hands were pinned by Qian Yue…
Gritting her teeth, Jiang Ke’er braced herself, ready to accept whatever Qian Yue did, come what may.
But Qian Yue merely held her, gently breathing in the scent of her hair.
“Sen…Senior Sister?” Jiang Ke’er’s voice quivered.
Qian Yue raised her head.
“Sorry. I frightened you.”
Qian Yue climbed off her, turning away with difficulty, eyes shut tight.
“That sword seems to awaken a longing for the most beautiful things in one’s heart,” Qian Yue had already identified the source of this strange feeling. “I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s fine. I understand,” Jiang Ke’er hastily said.
Qian Yue dared not open her eyes.
Just now, a powerful urge to embrace Jiang Ke’er had surged in her chest. She wanted to hold her close, to press against her, to possess her, to keep her locked in her arms… never letting go.
Yet, there wasn’t the slightest trace of filthy desire.
She understood now.
All she truly wished for was to walk alongside Jiang Ke’er, to be with her, to care for and rely on each other, from beginning to end… never once regarding Jiang Ke’er as some mere cauldron or tool.
The existence of the contract had made her doubt herself countless times, detesting her own excessive actions.
But in this moment, she finally had no more doubts.
She understood what her heart truly longed for.
But she could never let Jiang Ke’er sense this pure feeling.
The reality of their clans and the gap between the Fox Tribe and the demons loomed like a mountain between her and Jiang Ke’er.
It forced her to hurt Jiang Ke’er again and again, causing her to be rejected and resented more and more.
Clutching her sleeves tightly, she was more desperate than ever to smash that mountain, willing to pay any price! Yet even so, she could see no hope.
I’ll make it happen, she told herself.
Someday, she would shatter all obstacles, stand before Jiang Ke’er, embrace her, apologize, and prove her true feelings!
Even if it costs my life!
After a whole day, Jiang Ke’er finally figured out how to control that sword.
By merging her spiritual sense with it and signing a Blood Contract, she could now freely restrain and release its seductive aura.
With the Blood Contract, Jiang Ke’er also learned the sword’s name—Qing Cheng.
A name that suited it perfectly.
Though there wasn’t a trace of evil about its blade, its very presence always seemed to stir up endless trouble.
It wasn’t an evil sword, yet it was more frightening than any evil blade.
Its strange properties guaranteed that wherever it appeared, disaster would follow.
Perhaps it should never have been born into this world, but what wrong had it ever done? It could never choose its own fate, not even its coming into the world was of its own will.
Jiang Ke’er wrapped her tail around Qing Cheng’s scabbard, hugging the sword to her chest in a daze.
Her face was as pale as paper, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
One moment, she thought of the Fox Tribe.
The next, of Qiao Xiaoxian.
Then, she worried about the Taiming Sect outside.
There were only three days left until the Trial ended, and Jiang Ke’er could feel her condition worsening with each passing day.
She’d used up all her pills; for the remaining three days, she could only feed her leftover reserve blood to Qian Yue, though she didn’t know if it would be enough.
Survive one more day if I can.
“Senior Sister, if I die, please take my body back to the Taiming Sect.”
Taking advantage of Qian Yue’s wakefulness, Jiang Ke’er spoke up.
“You won’t die,” Qian Yue replied firmly.
She’d long since noticed Jiang Ke’er’s state worsening by the day, clearly from constantly feeding her own blood.
The pain twisted her heart, but she pretended not to know, insisting, “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
Jiang Ke’er knew she was being comforted and smiled, saying, “If the time comes, please hand my body to Sect Leader Yuan Shouyi, and tell him…I am that demon traitor. Let him turn me in; maybe the Taiming Sect can still be saved.”
“Try not to let my master know,” Jiang Ke’er added, then shook her head.
“No—don’t let my master know, no matter what. Just tell her Qing Yi went into seclusion to make pills.”
Yiqin Shifu cared for her too much, treating her like a daughter. Jiang Ke’er couldn’t bear to let her hear of her death.
“…”
Qian Yue said nothing.
Jiang Ke’er drew a letter from her robe.
“Give this letter to my master. Tell her to keep it safe… As long as she has it, even if the Taiming Sect falls in this disaster, one day it will rise again.”
Qian Yue silently took the letter and put it away.
She looked at Jiang Ke’er—a tiny figure, yet like a hero.
Jiang Ke’er closed her eyes, resting her head on Qian Yue’s shoulder. Her breathing was calm yet faint, and she soon drifted into a gentle sleep.
The sixth day.
Sparse drops of blood fell. Jiang Ke’er’s arms had long been swollen and numb from squeezing, unable to bleed any further.
With the last of her strength, she slit her carotid artery, pressing the wound to Qian Yue’s lips.
Senior Sister, this is the last thing I can do for you.
“I’ve read the books I drew from Zhuo Feng’s soul. Now that the Tribulation Immortal Hall has acted, the Taiming Sect likely cannot escape disaster, and neither can I—there’s probably already an Immortal waiting at the Secret Realm exit,” Jiang Ke’er murmured softly.
“If there’s no way to escape, I may as well give my last blood to you; at least it’ll be of some use…”
“I’m sorry, it’s all because I was too weak. I couldn’t live up to everyone’s expectations…” Jiang Ke’er stared blankly into the distance.
“If only I were that System Dummy Su Yayaya, if only I had the power of a Deity…but I’m not.”
“I truly did my best…”
Jiang Ke’er’s consciousness gradually slipped into chaos.
The last image before her eyes was Qiao Xiaoxian’s look of unwillingness as she fell from the lightning tribulation.
How regrettable. In this lifetime, she never managed to see through Qiao Xiaoxian.
That damn fool…
When Qian Yue woke, the person at her side was cold and stiff, with only the faintest trace of life left, like a dying candle’s flickering flame, liable to go out at any moment.
Qian Yue gave a bitter smile and gently stripped away Jiang Ke’er’s clothes.
She herself undid her own robes, then clutched Jiang Ke’er’s icy body tightly to her, skin pressed to skin.
“I told you, you won’t die.”
Hate me if you must. I know you’ll hate me even more.
But you are not allowed to die.
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