Chapter 39: Confronting Su Qiuyue

Bai Yue stared blankly at Mu Chenxi, realizing that her obedient disciple had truly changed so much.

Chenxi had learned how to comfort others, how to care for her feelings.

Now she even knew to prepare her in advance, to prevent her from being too disappointed.

Looking at Mu Chenxi’s sincere gaze, Bai Yue felt a warmth in her heart.

She gently squeezed her disciple’s hand in return, feeling the lingering Ice Spiritual Power in her palm. The sensation was cool, but Bai Yue’s heart felt warm.

It made her think that even if the results later weren’t as expected, as long as Chenxi was by her side, there was nothing to fear.

Time passed, and it was noon.

Bai Yue felt a faint chill rising from her body.

But the cold within her only brought a slight coolness—no trace of the usual biting cold and discomfort.

She didn’t even need to use her Warm Sun Jade, which she usually relied on.

“Master, how do you feel?”

Mu Chenxi hurriedly leaned in, her voice full of concern.

“It really has almost disappeared. There’s only a slight coolness left, and with the hot weather now, it actually feels more comfortable.”

Bai Yue’s eyes shone with joy, even her voice a little lighter.

“It seems your theory was right, Chenxi!”

The special constitution that had troubled her for years, once a constant headache, was finally resolved.

And it was her disciple who had discovered its hidden benefits—this was truly a piece of great news for her.

“So, does that mean I can really condense Dan Medicine from my Sea of Consciousness and transfer it to you?”

Bai Yue couldn’t suppress her excitement, her tone full of anticipation.

She wanted so much to help Mu Chenxi quickly grow stronger.

But Mu Chenxi hesitated, her gaze falling on Bai Yue’s still tired face.

“Master, you don’t look fully recovered yet. Why don’t we wait a little longer?”

“It’s fine. I feel great right now.”

Bai Yue forced herself to perk up, shaking her head with a smile.

To her, being able to help Mu Chenxi made any exhaustion insignificant.

“Hurry and try it. I can’t wait to see the effects of the Fire Attribute Elixir.”

Seeing her Master’s firm attitude, Mu Chenxi could only nod.

She reached out again, gripping Bai Yue’s hands tightly.

Bai Yue emptied her mind, letting Mu Chenxi’s soul slowly probe into her Sea of Consciousness.

But this time, what appeared before her was no longer a world of ice and snow.

Instead, within the Sea of Consciousness, there was a tranquil sea of colorful flowers. In the center was a soft, large bed.

Bai Yue’s consciousness lay on the bed, brows slightly furrowed, her face clearly fatigued.

She slept deeply, mirroring the Master outside who was forcing herself to stay awake.

Mu Chenxi stood stunned, looking at that tired face, and in the end, couldn’t bring herself to wake her.

In that instant, she understood—her Master was merely pretending to be strong.

Even within her Sea of Consciousness, her awareness instinctively rested.

With that thought, she quietly withdrew from Bai Yue’s Sea of Consciousness, without causing a ripple.

When Bai Yue saw her withdraw so quickly, she was surprised.

“How was it? Chenxi, did you manage to condense the Fire Attribute Elixir?”

“The Master in the Sea of Consciousness was sleeping.”

Mu Chenxi explained softly, her eyes filled with helplessness and heartache.

“It wasn’t an ice and snow world this time, but a peaceful space. Master was resting on a bed. I didn’t wake you—I just left.”

She paused, her tone growing firmer.

“Master, you really need to rest. You can’t keep pushing yourself. This is something you taught me—you can’t be impatient for quick results.”

Bai Yue was stunned at her words, then let out a helpless sigh.

She truly had been a bit too eager, and now the fatigue within her became more pronounced.

“Alright, then let’s try again after I’ve recovered.”

“Mm.”

Mu Chenxi nodded, supporting Bai Yue’s arm and speaking softly,

“Master, lie down and rest a bit more. I’ll watch over you.”

“……”

Listening to Mu Chenxi’s gentle tone, like coaxing a child, Bai Yue felt a strange reversal of roles, her pretty face reddening with embarrassment.

But she truly was exhausted, so she became an obedient child, letting Mu Chenxi help her lie down slowly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

***

Night fell quietly.

Mu Chenxi once again directed her consciousness towards the direction of fireworks.

This time, she didn’t enter the Sea of Consciousness for training, but with complete confidence, prepared to confront Su Qiuyue’s remnant soul head-on.

Just like last time, the fireworks led her to the place of the broken sword.

Without hesitation, Mu Chenxi reached out and grasped the broken blade.

In that instant, Su Qiuyue’s remnant soul surged into her Sea of Consciousness like a streak of blood-red light.

The next second, that familiar blood-colored figure stood tall in her Sea of Consciousness, exuding a wild and murderous aura, facing her in confrontation.

Mu Chenxi’s Sea of Consciousness was originally a vast blue sky.

But now, that world was tinged with blood.

Su Qiuyue, once a Sword Sect traitor with only a remnant soul, carried a bone-deep hatred and madness.

Even just a sliver of her soul affected Mu Chenxi’s entire Sea of Consciousness.

“Such a pure soul—what a perfect nourishment! If I devour you, I can restore my soul and seize all that you are!”

Su Qiuyue’s voice was sharp and venomous.

She raised her pale hand, and endless resentment and killing intent transformed into a rain of blood-colored swords.

With a piercing howl, the swords shot toward Mu Chenxi’s consciousness!

Each blood sword was filled with Su Qiuyue’s endless hatred and deadly power.

“You won’t succeed!”

Mu Chenxi gritted her teeth, gathering the power of her soul.

A long sword appeared in her hand to block the rain of blood swords.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Countless blood swords clashed against the blade in Mu Chenxi’s hands, ringing out with the clear sound of metal striking metal.

Mu Chenxi’s soul trembled. Under the storm of sword rain, she was like a lone boat in the vast sea, on the verge of being overturned, cracks even forming on the sword in her grip.

She could only struggle to resist, falling back step by step.

Su Qiuyue, after all, had once been a Wen Dao Stage Expert.

Even with only a remnant soul, her understanding of swordsmanship and soul attacks far surpassed what Mu Chenxi could withstand.

“Give up! Under my ‘Ten Thousand Grievances Blood Slaughter Sword,’ how long can you last?”

Su Qiuyue laughed madly, her attacks growing fiercer.

On the edge of life and death, Mu Chenxi closed her eyes and called upon the ice energy fused into her soul.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, each one crystalline.

Cold air swept across the Sea of Consciousness, and in an instant, the world’s temperature plummeted!

The blood-red sky was overtaken by endless frost, and the rampaging sword intent was suppressed by chilling cold.

The falling snow transformed into sharp icicles like blades.

Mu Chenxi’s soul shone with a pure, moonlit glow, as if she had become a goddess wielding ice and snow—cold and noble.

“How is it possible?! How can your soul contain such power? How can it hold Dao resonance!?”

Su Qiuyue’s manic smile froze, replaced by utter shock.

Mu Chenxi gave her no chance to react.

With a thought, the countless icicles turned into millions of crystalline ice swords, surging to meet the rain of blood swords!

Within the Sea of Consciousness, a battle of ice and blood erupted.