Su Zhuyi was a reborn one, so she would face many tribulations, especially during her heavenly tribulations. Although she wouldn’t be instantly obliterated by Heaven’s Dao, her path would be far more difficult than others.
Even if she lived smoothly, at the time point when she died in her previous life, the possibility of her dying again was very high, just like Qinghe and Luo Ying. No matter how hard she tried, the changes in results would be minimal. If it weren’t for Qin Jianglan gaining control of the Liuguang Mirror and emerging from within it, Qinghe and Luo Ying should both be gone by now.
Everything she had done at most allowed Luo Ying’s primordial spirit to stay in the Sword Heart Stone for a few more days. And Su Zhuyi wasn’t even clear whether Luo Ying’s primordial spirit had gathered in the Sword Heart Stone in her previous life, since she had no way to find out about these things.
But now, they truly had hope.
Su Zhuyi was very curious about the current Liuguang Mirror.
She wanted to take a look.
“I always thought the Liuguang Mirror was my natal magical treasure.” She frowned. “Originally, my natal magical treasure was…” Saying that her natal magical treasure was a small hoe was too embarrassing to speak of. After thinking, she said, “It was something else, but then the spiritual connection was severed. I thought it had been replaced by the Liuguang Mirror.”
After all, natal magical treasures were very difficult to replace. Since her small hoe had already acknowledged her as master, changing it would require finding materials, setting up arrays, and finding an expert to provide protection—how could the spiritual connection just disappear for no reason?
Qin Jianglan took out the Liuguang Mirror.
The mirror was only palm-sized. The back was bronze-colored, as if covered with dark green moss, while the front was smooth and bright, like a clear water surface that could reflect a person’s features. Since the Liuguang Mirror was formed from the Quicksand River, the back was seaweed and silt, while the front was the clear river surface.
“Your natal magical treasure was too weak. The Liuguang Mirror was inside your body, bringing you rebirth. When it sensed and appeared, causing震荡 and heavenly punishment, it’s reasonable that your natal magical treasure, being too weak, would have its connection severed.”
“Can I hold it and take a look?” Seeing that Qin Jianglan didn’t stop her, Su Zhuyi reached out and gently touched the mirror’s surface.
It was ice-cold, her finger feeling as if it had been dipped in cool water.
Su Zhuyi once again infused her divine consciousness into the Liuguang Mirror, but unexpectedly, she could still see the situation inside. As her divine consciousness probed within, Su Zhuyi directly discovered Qinghe.
Qinghe…
He was truly remarkable.
After he entered, with him as the center, the area within a thousand li radius was no different from normal heaven and earth. Because that resentment and murderous energy had also transformed into life force and dissipated, becoming the foundation supporting the operation of the Liuguang Mirror’s world. Therefore, Qinghe’s expression was relatively calm, not as frenzied as before. However, his face was dark as water, looking truly unwell.
“Junior Sister?”
Qinghe sensed a familiar aura. He looked up, coldly gazing at the sky, and said: “Where’s your man?”
Su Zhuyi was stunned. What do you mean by “my man”?
“That Qin Jianglan, who claimed to be your man, made me voluntarily sacrifice myself to enter the Liuguang Mirror. He said Master could also live here…” Speaking of this, Qinghe’s face darkened. He said gloomily: “Where is Master?”
Oh my, you old dog Qin, you claimed to be my man?
“Oh, let me ask.” Su Zhuyi withdrew her divine consciousness and looked sideways at Qin Jianglan, asking him: “Hey, shameless one, can my master live inside? Or did you lie to deceive Qinghe?”
Leaning her body to one side, her breath was fragrant as orchids: “When did you become my man? How come I don’t know?”
Honestly speaking, Qinghe staying in the Liuguang Mirror was indeed better. He easily lost control outside, but inside, he looked much better. Moreover, since the Liuguang Mirror was now under Qin Jianglan’s control, Qinghe wouldn’t lose his memories either. In that case, there was nothing wrong with him staying inside. After all, he was just a lovesick fool who lived for his master. It didn’t matter where he stayed, as long as Luo Ying was there.
If she had been conscious at the time, she might have also chosen to trick Qinghe into the mirror first.
Qin Jianglan didn’t answer Su Zhuyi’s question, just nodded: “She can live in the Liuguang Mirror.” He extended his hand toward Su Zhuyi, asking for the Sword Heart Stone: “The Sword Heart Stone.”
Su Zhuyi’s eyes rolled, and she leaned back, supporting herself with her hands at her sides. Moving her head farther from his, she again had some teasing thoughts: “It’s on me. Come and get it yourself.”
Qin Jianglan: “…”
He slightly raised his hand, a bit of light overflowing from his fingertips, and moved his lips slightly.
Su Zhuyi didn’t hear him make any sound, but instantly discovered she couldn’t move.
He had cast a Body Binding Spell on her.
Reaching her waist, he easily retrieved the Sword Heart Stone. Qin Jianglan glanced at her lightly: “You don’t like me, so why tempt me with words?”
“I don’t like you, so why did you tell Qinghe you were my man?” she challenged.
“He trusts you. I need to gain his trust.” His expression was indifferent, his tone calm.
Saying it this way, it was quite reasonable.
“You used to call me a demoness.” Su Zhuyi raised her eyebrows and laughed lightly. “After living together for so many years, aren’t you used to my seduction yet?”
She lightly licked her lips: “Besides, you’re so handsome with such good stamina—who wouldn’t like that?”
He sat not far in front of her. Su Zhuyi wanted to lift her foot and tease him with her toes, just like she had done on the Wangtian Tree. However, she was under a Body Binding Spell and couldn’t move at all.
“Having a good waist makes people like you?” Little Skull stood up and twisted his waist twice. “Big Sister, is my waist good?”
Qin Jianglan: “…”
Even in front of a child, she didn’t know shame.
Su Zhuyi laughed and said, “Wu’er, your little uncle is bullying me. I can’t move. Come help me break free?” Wu’er was a mountain and river spirit—if spiritual energy washed over, she could regain her freedom.
Unexpectedly, Little Skull shook his head: “I can’t move either.”
Su Zhuyi: “…”
If you can’t move, how did you stand up and twist your waist? How are you shaking your head?
Then he covered his eyes with his hands: “Little Uncle said Big Sister made a mistake and needs her bottom spanked, so I shouldn’t look.” His fingers left small gaps, revealing the two green flickering flames in his eye sockets.
“Take Xiaoxiao up the mountain.” Qin Jianglan looked at Little Skull and said.
“Oh, okay.” Although he wanted to keep watching, Little Skull was sensible and nodded. Since Xiaoxiao still couldn’t walk, he extended both hands and lifted Xiaoxiao with spiritual energy, as if holding Xiaoxiao in his arms.
“Don’t you like me more?” Su Zhuyi discovered that Little Skull actually wouldn’t listen to her anymore. During the time she was unconscious, what kind of enchanting potion had Qin Jianglan fed him?
“My waist isn’t good. I need to go up the mountain to practice my waist.” Little Skull answered. After speaking, he went up the mountain with three backward glances…
Qin Jianglan and Little Skull must have just communicated through divine consciousness!
She didn’t know what they had said. Her divine consciousness was weaker than theirs, so she couldn’t hear at all.
Su Zhuyi took a deep breath, not thinking about those messy things: “Come on, release me. I still want to see how the Liuguang Mirror helps Master.”
She saw Qin Jianglan place the Sword Heart Stone on the mirror surface, and then the mirror surface turned into a water surface. The Sword Heart Stone directly merged into the water, just like a stone falling in—it sank straight to the bottom and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
“Send your divine consciousness in.”
Without him saying so, Su Zhuyi also knew to use her divine consciousness to look into the mirror.
She saw that Master’s physical body was already hidden inside the mirror, and the Sword Heart Stone fell onto Master’s body, landing right at her heart, where it remained motionless.
“Then what?”
“Wait!” Qin Jianglan said indifferently: “Let Qinghe go over and wait for her to wake up.”
“Then what?”
“Then you withdraw your divine consciousness, or Qinghe will strike you down.” Qin Jianglan rarely made a joke, but Su Zhuyi didn’t react for a moment: “Huh?”
She saw that Qinghe had already teleported to Luo Ying’s side. He crouched down and placed a kiss on Luo Ying’s forehead.
Then, black energy gathered behind him into a sword, heavily piercing the ground. Without raising his head, his hand gently caressed Luo Ying’s cheek. His eyes were tender, but his voice was cold as he said: “How much longer does Junior Sister want to peep?”
Su Zhuyi: “…”
That voice was ice-cold, making her strand of divine consciousness feel as if it had been frozen.
Tch, who the hell wanted to look? Her experience was countless times richer than Qinghe’s—she just knew he was a pitiful fool sitting at Master’s door. If she were Qinghe, she would have won Master over eight hundred years ago.
Shaken by Qinghe’s divine consciousness pressure, Su Zhuyi felt a bit of a headache. Then she felt a pair of hands pressing on her temples, gently massaging, with calming spells softly ringing in her ears. That voice was low and mellow, slightly hoarse, making Su Zhuyi almost lose control.
She thought that in her previous life, she had been beside Qin Jianglan, constantly teasing him day and night.
Now, it seemed to be the reverse.
“Hey? If you’re going to flirt, then flirt, but don’t put a Body Binding Spell on me. Otherwise, how can I cooperate with you…”
She didn’t mind dual cultivating with Qin Jianglan. After all, she had some connections with the Hehuan Sect and knew some techniques for absorbing yang to supplement yin. She would be the one to benefit. As for what Qin Jianglan said about not liking her, so what if he didn’t like her? Whether he liked her or not wasn’t important to her at all.
Moreover, she didn’t feel like she liked him, but she didn’t dislike him anymore either.
She even felt that she had once liked him.
That’s why he kept appearing in her dreams, intimate with her, entwined tenderly.
Qin Jianglan didn’t answer her words, but asked instead: “What are your plans next?” In terms of thick-skinned shamelessness, he couldn’t compare to Su Zhuyi. If he continued talking about these things with her, he would eventually fall into a disadvantage. Better to divert her attention.
Su Zhuyi then said, “Heal my injuries, cultivate properly, practice swordsmanship properly.”
If Luo Ying and Qinghe could live in the Liuguang Mirror, then the heavy stone in her heart would finally settle. She had a character that demanded an eye for an eye—those two from the Yunxiao Sect had to be exposed. She still had the image-recording stone from that time on her. The sect leader had even said he would stand up for her, but unexpectedly, he was gone in the blink of an eye. She didn’t want to let the people from Dong Fushang Sect off either—they had provoked her repeatedly. This time, the large-scale attack on the Gujian Sect by the Demonic Path was inseparably related to the people from the Dong Fushang Sect.
Kill all these people, capture their primordial spirits in the Liuguang Mirror, make them restless even in death, suffer every day, and finally throw them into the animal realm!
The Liuguang Mirror’s cycle of reincarnation hadn’t succeeded yet, but Su Zhuyi was already thinking about using this mirror to lord it over others.
However, to get revenge, she still needed to cultivate properly and practice swordsmanship well. Even Sword Ancestor was reduced to just a sword hilt—she had to help Sword Ancestor recover. As for why she wouldn’t call on Qin Jianglan for revenge, she felt that having Qin Jianglan, a Sword Venerable of Yunxiao Sect, deal with cultivators from Yunxiao Sect was unrealistic.
“Mm, I’ll teach you.”
“Teach me what?”
“Swordsmanship.” He stood up, grasping at space, and the Songfeng Sword was already in his hand.
“Eh, I thought this pine tree was the Songfeng Sword.” Su Zhuyi was puzzled. She hadn’t paid much attention before. The Songfeng Sword had always transformed into a pine tree standing at the front of the house door, so she thought this pine tree was the Songfeng Sword.
Songfeng Sword: “…”
Can we not mention these heartbreaking matters?
“You old dog Qin, if you’re going to teach me swordsmanship, you have to release the Body Binding Spell first!” Su Zhuyi shouted.
“What did you call me?” He sheathed his sword, his aura cold and clear.
Su Zhuyi’s eyes rolled, and she called out sweetly: “Darling brother?”
Qin Jianglan remained silent.
His mood was quite complex. She had forgotten love, yet still constantly teased him.
His heart was like being held in the demoness’s palm—sometimes tight, sometimes loose, up and down.
“Or should I call you Uncle Qin like Little Skull does?”
Qin Jianglan: “…”
He collected his thoughts and thrust a sword toward the void.