Su Zhuyi had been wearing a smile at the corner of her mouth. With her brilliant features, her smile always carried a hint of wickedness, looking particularly dazzling and captivating. But upon hearing Qin Jianglan’s words, Su Zhuyi’s smile froze, and her heartbeat seemed to stop.

Su Zhuyi was soaking in the spiritual spring, dividing a strand of divine consciousness to converse with Qin Jianglan while continuing to cultivate—this was what multitasking meant. However, suddenly hearing such news, Su Zhuyi’s mind was thrown into chaos. Her spiritual energy circulation nearly went awry, impacting her meridians painfully, and a trace of blood even seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Su Zhuyi completely lost interest in cultivation. Her sea of consciousness churned as she poured all her divine consciousness into the Liuguang Mirror. Originally, she couldn’t see clearly what was inside the Liuguang Mirror—even in her previous life, she actually didn’t know what the scene inside looked like. However, now, soaking in the Quicksand River’s spiritual spring and exhausting her divine consciousness to explore, Su Zhuyi saw what appeared to be a fragmented sky.

She also saw Qin Jianglan standing in the sky, and Little Skull beside him, looking up and around.

Suddenly seeing Qin Jianglan, Su Zhuyi’s divine consciousness seemed to become sluggish for a moment, inexplicably wanting to shed tears.

In his eyes, what did the True Spirit Realm he was in look like?

In her eyes, he stood in a thick fog. The world within that fog was lifeless and gray. She didn’t know how to describe it—it felt as if the entire world inside the Liuguang Mirror was just a painting, a painting heavy with twilight gloom. Only he and Little Skull were three-dimensional; only he was vivid and alive.

He had spent year after year in such a place.

If he became unknowing and unaware, knowing nothing, in the end he would gradually merge into that world bit by bit, becoming the same as those people.

Forgetting everything from the past, becoming part of the Liuguang Mirror. Thinking of this, Su Zhuyi’s originally stinging eyes finally shed a tear. She had lived too smoothly these years, and all of this—she even had a master and senior brother. This lifetime’s rebirth was completely different from the previous life. This chance to start over was given by him.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say, only saying fiercely: “Forget? You dare forget! You can forget your surname and name, but you cannot forget me!”

Taking a deep breath, Su Zhuyi said again: “It’s just a mirror. I refuse to believe it can’t be dealt with.” She was both a rogue and a ruthless person, carrying a heavy, murderous aura, naturally the type who could kill at the slightest disagreement. Though she had restrained herself considerably these years and hadn’t had opportunities to kill on Luoxue Peak, hearing this news now, her divine consciousness seemed to uncontrollably keep surging into the Liuguang Mirror, her eyes reddening with murderous intent surrounding her.

Right now, her divine consciousness could lock onto the Liuguang Mirror, knowing its position. She immediately wrapped it with spiritual energy, then made her five fingers into claws, actually reaching toward her own heart.

“Back then I dared to hide you in my heart. Now I can dig you out too! Let’s see if you can still hide!” Her fingers pierced into her heart, her knuckles touching the cold mirror surface. At this moment, Qin Jianglan shouted: “Don’t act recklessly! The Liuguang Mirror is no ordinary object!”

Sensing Su Zhuyi’s change, Qin Jianglan immediately realized that just as he was being influenced step by step by the world inside the mirror, the moment Su Zhuyi’s divine consciousness completely invaded the Liuguang Mirror, she too was affected by the aura of countless dead spirits in the True Spirit Realm. Su Zhuyi’s temperament differed from his—in her previous life, she had walked the demonic path of killing without blinking, following her heart’s desires. Now, with discontent in her heart, stimulated and amplified by that resentful aura, and her divine consciousness completely immersed in the Liuguang Mirror, she instantly fell deeply into it.

That fierce aura was like a blade, and the Liuguang Mirror’s purpose seemed to be to use that blade to quickly erase him.

He was a sacrifice, but for some unknown reason had never been completely devoured by the Liuguang Mirror. So now, was it using Su Zhuyi to prematurely end his life?

“Little uncle, what’s wrong?” Little Skull was very afraid. He seemed to feel violent winds howling toward them with nowhere to hide. “Big sister…”

What frightened him most was that the killing intent seemed to come from big sister.

Qin Jianglan hovered in the air, his body somewhat unsteady. Su Zhuyi could barely be considered the Liuguang Mirror’s master now, and the mirror was borrowing its master’s power. He could only hear Su Zhuyi’s voice but couldn’t sense her presence.

Darkness came like towering waves, with Qin Jianglan only one step away from the shore. Having no other choice, Qin Jianglan threw Little Skull far away, protecting him with a spiritual energy barrier, then began reciting the Heart-Calming Mantra.

Just like before.

Hearing the familiar melody, Su Zhuyi’s movements slowed slightly.

The next moment, Sword Ancestor heavily struck her head, making her see stars. Reaching up to touch it, a large bump had formed on her head. But Su Zhuyi had no intention of blaming Sword Ancestor—her back went cold, feeling only fear.

Just now, her sea of consciousness had churned, all her divine consciousness entering the Liuguang Mirror. At the moment of entry, she seemed to lose her sanity. She felt herself getting fierce, wanting to dig the Liuguang Mirror out from her heart. However, while making this motion, her sea of consciousness was like a storm crushing toward the only living thing in the Liuguang Mirror. She thought she was being fierce toward the mirror, digging it out, but she was being fierce toward Qin Jianglan…

If not for Qin Jianglan’s Heart-Calming Mantra making her pause slightly, and Broken Sword quickly striking her head, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Su Zhuyi looked down to see only a shallow red mark on her heart, immediately becoming more panicked. This Liuguang Mirror was her natal magic treasure, seeming to understand her thoughts, so it could design such a trap to deceive her?

What to do now?

Su Zhuyi didn’t dare pour all her divine consciousness into it again. She carefully separated a strand of divine consciousness, also injecting a strand of spiritual energy, then thought and said: “I’ll investigate the Liuguang Mirror’s matter again.”

Back then, she had found clues from ancient scrolls, spending hundreds of years to dig out and repair the Liuguang Mirror. Now she had to walk that path again. Even if that mirror was gone, the records about it in those ancient scrolls should still exist. She needed to see if she had missed anything.

That primordial spirit should know something, but unfortunately, he had already entered the Liuguang Mirror. She could only see if Qin Jianglan and the others could find a way to learn something.

Sacrifices that had been swallowed—how could they be willing to spit them out?

She had thought too simply before.

Even though Qinghe became the Longquan Sword, he couldn’t separate Master Luo Ying’s sacrifice from within his body.

The Liuguang Mirror wouldn’t be inferior to the Longquan Sword.

And though she considered herself the Liuguang Mirror’s master, she had no control over it whatsoever. If not for this spiritual spring pool, she couldn’t even sense the Liuguang Mirror’s existence. So she was even worse off than Qinghe. Just like now, the spiritual energy absorbed into her sea of consciousness from the spiritual spring pool seemed to have decreased considerably, making her sensing of the Liuguang Mirror intermittent. Several times, her divine consciousness nearly failed to capture its position.

Looking at it this way, getting Qin Jianglan out of the Liuguang Mirror would be extremely difficult.

Qin Jianglan was like Luo Ying—he had voluntarily sacrificed himself. The difference was that Luo Ying’s sacrifice was interrupted, leaving her missing an arm and primordial spirit, while Qin Jianglan’s sacrifice succeeded. He had traded his life for her rebirth.

So, getting the Liuguang Mirror to spit out a sacrifice it had eaten, a sacrifice that rightfully belonged to it—how could that be easy?

Su Zhuyi clenched her hand into a fist, her nails digging into her palm.

Sensing her sea of consciousness gradually recovering, Su Zhuyi knew their contact time was limited. She bit her lip: “Wait for me.”

She said softly, “Remember to tell Wu’er if anything happens.”

Su Zhuyi thought again and said, “Wu’er.”

“I’m here, big sister.” Little Skull had been quite frightened just now. Only now that big sister wasn’t fierce anymore did he hurriedly run back, grabbing Qin Jianglan’s hand. “Big sister, why were you angry just now? Did you miss me?”

Big sister and little uncle seemed to have quarreled. He had to divert their attention.

“Your little uncle’s brain is a bit slow. He’s very forgetful—he might forget all of us…” Su Zhuyi tried to keep her tone calm. She even chuckled lightly. “You’ve been keeping him company these days. Every day you must recite our names, tell him our names, okay?”

“Okay! I also think little uncle is very forgetful. The stories he told me a few days ago, he’s completely forgotten now. I even wrote them in a little notebook and showed him, but he seemed unable to remember. Though he didn’t say so, I didn’t expose him either.” Little Skull covered his mouth with his hands, as if telling Su Zhuyi a secret. “Big sister, you can’t say this in front of little uncle. My dad said Only old people forget things.”

“Let’s not dislike him for being old.” Little Skull not only lowered his voice but also used a sound transmission technique. He used to often communicate with big sister through sound transmission, but he didn’t know that sound transmission was useless now—every word he spoke could be heard clearly by little uncle beside him.

“Mm.” Su Zhuyi nodded. “Qin Jianglan, you have this day too.”

But these words weren’t spoken in her sea of consciousness. Rather, sitting in the pool, she murmured them quietly to herself.

Just then, Su Zhuyi heard a scream: “Ah!” Her divine consciousness ached slightly, the misty spiritual energy in her sea of consciousness completely disappeared, and the next moment, Su Zhuyi could no longer sense the Liuguang Mirror’s existence.

Had she exhausted the special spiritual energy in the spiritual spring pool that could nourish the divine soul?

She suddenly opened her eyes to find everyone in the pool had already opened their eyes. Dan Ruyun was screaming while looking ahead, while Xundao Sect’s Chang Yuege covered his lower body with both hands, though his eyes occasionally glanced at Su Zhuyi’s body.

Dong Fushan Sect’s Dong Richen should have opened his eyes before them. Now he was unabashedly staring at Su Zhuyi’s body, his gaze burning with extremely aggressive intent.

Originally, Su Zhuyi had been surrounded by many red leaves, comparable to Qin Chuan’s. But later, when she stopped cultivating, those red leaves naturally scattered to other cultivators’ positions, leaving the water surface in front of her clear without any obstruction.

Dan Ruyun had only a few more red leaves around her than Su Zhuyi, not much better.

“Perverts!” Dan Ruyun said fiercely. This pool also had barriers, but perhaps due to the short time, the barriers hadn’t been activated. Their clothes were placed beside the pool, but now there was a barrier by the poolside, making the clothes completely unreachable. Could it be that none of them had persisted for even ten days?

Thinking of this, Dan Ruyun felt both anxious and angry. There was something strange about this pool, yet they couldn’t contact the outside world or get out. With men and women together like this, what could be done? Previously, they were focused on cultivation, so they wouldn’t pay too much attention, but now, with no spiritual energy left in the pool, what cultivation was there to speak of? Just sitting here naked, looking at each other?

The Dong Fushan Sect had just been exposed for using young female cultivators as furnaces. That Dong Richen was probably no good person either! After Dan Ruyun’s scream, seeing them all looking at Gujian Sect’s Su Zhuyi, she gritted her teeth and pulled Su Zhuyi to her side. At least she still had a few red leaves around her.

“Perverts, what are you looking at! Look again and I’ll gouge out your dog eyes!” Dan Ruyun said fiercely.

That Dong Richen’s lips slowly curved into an evil smile. He licked his lips, his eyeballs not moving an inch, his gaze firmly glued to Su Zhuyi’s body. Without even glancing at Dan Ruyun, he said: “Perverts? I’m not looking at you. What are you yelling about?”

The red leaves around him were the most, except for Qin Chuan’s. And now, though Qin Chuan had a good constitution, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

But he had long since formed his Golden Core—a hundred-year-old bone age, already at mid-Golden Core stage.

Dong Richen looked at Su Zhuyi, leaning forward: “Today, let them be witnesses. How about you and I become dual cultivation dao companions?”