Mu Chenxi could only wait, watching as Yan Hua finished eating the ashes of Bai Yue.
Yan Hua also shifted her attention to Mu Chenxi, her pitch-black, hollow eyes staring at her.
“Senior Sister Yan Hua!”
Mu Chenxi hurriedly spoke, her voice tinged with urgency.
She quickly clarified her identity, fearing Yan Hua might not distinguish friend from foe and drag her into the Sea of Consciousness again, just like last time.
She had already witnessed the terror of Yan Hua’s Sea of Consciousness and had no desire to die in vain, wasting this opportunity.
“Junior Sister? You’re the new disciple Master accepted?”
“I’m Master’s new disciple, your Junior Sister.”
Mu Chenxi felt a chill run up her spine; Yan Hua seemed a bit doubtful of her words.
In a panic, she fumbled through her Storage Pouch and pulled out an Oil Paper Packet.
Inside were Fried Sugar Beans, specially saved for her by Master earlier, which she had been reluctant to finish.
“Senior Sister Yan Hua, I really am your Junior Sister.”
Mu Chenxi handed over the Oil Paper Packet, offering it as a tribute to her Senior Sister.
“When Master made Fried Sugar Beans for you, she packed some for me as well. Try it. Does it taste the same as in your memory? Is it Master’s craftsmanship?”
Yan Hua’s gaze fell on the Oil Paper Packet as she slowly walked toward Mu Chenxi.
Mu Chenxi quickly opened the packet, and the sweet scent of sugar wafted out.
Yan Hua raised her hand, picked up a Fried Sugar Bean, and placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly.
Then, a strange smile suddenly curled at the corner of her mouth—a chilling expression.
“That’s right, it’s Master’s taste—fragrant and sweet.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she snatched the Oil Paper Packet from Mu Chenxi’s hand and poured the remaining Fried Sugar Beans directly into her mouth.
With a crunching sound, the entire packet of sugar beans was quickly swallowed.
“Any more, Junior Sister?”
Yan Hua looked back at Mu Chenxi.
“N-no more.”
Mu Chenxi shook her head and quickly got to the point.
“Senior Sister, I have a way to save Master, but I need your help.”
“Save Master?”
Yan Hua tilted her head, her hollow eyes fixed on Mu Chenxi.
“Why save her? Isn’t Master perfectly fused with me?”
A premonition of death rose in Mu Chenxi’s heart.
She finally realized completely—Yan Hua was truly insane.
Yan Hua couldn’t accept Master’s death at all and was living entirely in her own delusion.
If she couldn’t say something to convince Yan Hua now, she would surely die today.
“Junior Sister, don’t you believe me?”
Yan Hua leaned closer, her voice floating.
“Do you want to see Master? Master is inside my body. Do you also want to enter my body and meet Master?”
Mu Chenxi felt her scalp tingle.
She knew all too well—Yan Hua wasn’t joking.
Seeing her expression, she really intended to swallow Mu Chenxi alive so Master could see her.
“N-no! I can’t meet Master for now!”
Mu Chenxi, thinking quickly, spoke up.
“Because Master gave me a Task, I have to complete it before I can see her!”
Yan Hua cared most about Master.
Hearing it was Master’s Task, Yan Hua indeed hesitated to swallow Mu Chenxi, instead pressing on.
“What Task?”
“Well… my consciousness comes from the past. This Task was also entrusted to me by Master in the past.”
Mu Chenxi forced herself to continue.
She had no confidence, unsure if the deranged Yan Hua would believe such an absurd statement.
“Your consciousness comes from the past… You can return to the past? Can you return to the past?”
Yan Hua muttered, her hollow black eyes locked tightly on Mu Chenxi.
In her once-lifeless gaze, a faint glimmer of light gradually appeared.
“Yes! I can return to the past!”
Mu Chenxi’s spirits lifted.
She hadn’t expected Yan Hua to actually believe such an outrageous claim, not even asking for proof.
She immediately understood.
In desperation, when someone encounters the answer they long for, they subconsciously choose to believe.
If it were herself, perhaps she would do the same.
Steeling herself, Mu Chenxi continued along the thread.
“The Task Master gave me is for you to help me increase my strength.”
“Senior Sister, I have to fight a Transformation God Stage Fire Demon. Only by becoming stronger can I protect Master and prevent her from being harmed… Do you have any way to help me get stronger?”
Mu Chenxi didn’t realize how difficult this request was for Yan Hua.
Yan Hua might not even know where her own power came from, let alone understand what a Transformation God Stage Fire Demon was, or how powerful such a demon might be.
In truth, her words posed a real dilemma for Yan Hua.
Yan Hua tilted her head and pondered for a long time.
“I’ve thought of a way. But it might hurt a little. Junior Sister, you’ll have to endure it.”
“It’s fine, Senior Sister! I’m not afraid of pain!”
Mu Chenxi quickly replied, a flicker of hope igniting in her heart.
Could Yan Hua really possess some mystical technique or secret art to make her stronger in a short time?
“That’s good. Stretch out your hand.”
Yan Hua said.
Mu Chenxi obediently extended her hand, looking at her with anticipation.
Yan Hua reached out with her index finger and lightly drew a line across Mu Chenxi’s palm.
A thin wound appeared instantly, and blood immediately welled up.
Next, Yan Hua made a similar cut on her own palm.
The blood and flesh of the wound squirmed as if trying to heal, but she forcibly suppressed it with some power, keeping it open.
The blood and flesh writhed as if agitated under control.
In the next second, Yan Hua gripped Mu Chenxi’s bleeding hand and pressed her own wound against it.
The moment their blood mingled, Mu Chenxi felt a scorching force surge from her palm into her body.
That thing, carrying a strange wriggling sensation, like a living creature, forced its way into her meridians.
“Hiss—!”
Mu Chenxi sucked in a breath of cold air.
It was a bone-piercing, soul-rending pain.
Not just physical agony, but even her Soul felt as if it were being torn apart.
This was not “a little painful”—it was as if her arm was being ripped apart.
Before she could recover—
With a dull “boom,” her entire arm suddenly exploded, turning into a mass of crimson blood mist!
That force had been too domineering; she couldn’t absorb or accept it at all.
Her fragile meridians and flesh were overwhelmed and simply shattered.
Mu Chenxi swayed and collapsed heavily to the ground, gasping for breath.
Her vision blurred with darkness, nearly fainting, held upright only by sheer willpower.
“Seems like it failed…”
Yan Hua stared at the blood mist on the ground, confusion on her face.
She then looked at Mu Chenxi.
“This method won’t work. Junior Sister, your arm can’t withstand the power. Should we try a different spot?”
As she spoke, Yan Hua raised her hand again, as if about to cut another wound on Mu Chenxi.
“No! No no no!”
Mu Chenxi paled even further, shaking her head frantically.
“Senior Sister, don’t try anymore! D-do you have any other methods? Anything besides this?”
Yan Hua paused, then tilted her head and began thinking hard again.