Heart Protection (Back from the Brink)

CHAPTER 75

Yan Hui: "........what use do you have?"

The little illusion demon thought about it: "I can cast illusions to give you good dreams."

Yan Hui made a move to remove the ring: "Then you can go ahead and die. I'm going to protect my pinkie."

The little demon freaked out and hurriedly clutched at Yan Hui's hand: "I can let you see your senior brother every night!"

Yan Hui paused her movements.

"Who ever you want to meet, I"ll let you meet. What ever you want to dream tonight, I'll let you dream." The little demon honestly looked at Yan Hui. "My name is Huan Xiao Yan. Please call me Dream Maker."

Yan Hui was silent for a long time. Then she looked down: "Do you have other abilities?"

"Wait until I get stronger. Then I can enter the minds of people to create an illusion and tamper with their memories. Only these past decades, I didn't have much to eat, so I'm not very strong. It's impossible right now."

Yan Hui was baffled. She swept her gaze around the dilapidated palace. "50 years ago, the depths of Black River were already like this. You didn't have anything to eat, so how come you're not dead?"

Huan Xiao Yan scratched her head in embarrassment: "I would've died. I've been hungry these 50 years, so I created an illusion for myself when the palace was at its former glory. I relied on eating my own emotions to live."

Yan Hui fell silent at those words.

Huan Xiao Yanwas also silent. But after a few short moments, she returned back to her angry state and shot Tian Yao a glare: "I stayed in my illusions, so I could be a little happy. You harsh and suspicious types want to strip my last bit of happiness away! Bad person!"

Tian Yao acted like he didn't hear a word and looked away in another direction. After a moment of silence, he spoke: "Since it's like this, why didn't you leave? Live somewhere else besides Black River?"

"The tremor 50 years ago buried my parents here. I stay here to watch over their graves." Huan Xiao Yan pointed at the ring on Yan Hui's finger. "But now you're my master. If you insist on leaving, then I can't continue living here."

Yan Hui looked at her own hand: "Sorry, but I really must leave this place."

Huan Xiao Yan pouted: "I know. I can see what is in your hearts."

All three people fell silent after those words. The only sound in the destroyed palace was the rushing water overhead in the inky blackness.

Finally, Tian Yao broke the silence. He asked Yan Hui: "Is all your cultivation washed away?"

"There's still some remnants left," replied Yan Hui. "But it's just a matter of walking around in Black River."

Tian Yao nodded: "So after leaving this place, taking a dip in Black River and coming back will be enough. There shouldn't be much left."

Yan Hui agreed and looked up at the seemingly endless blackness: "Outside awaits countless plots and schemes against us."

31 miles away from Chen Xing Mountain, Ling Fei stood in front of Su Ying. She still wore the veiled hat so no one could see her face, but her aura revealed her gloominess. Su Ying sat in the host's position in the hall, somewhat at odds with the majestic surroundings. She was currently embroidering flowers onto a blue cloak.

Compared to Ling Fei's gloomy aura, Su Ying was much more tranquil: "Killing Ling Xiao's head disciple was truly overboard." Su Ying continued without raising her head. "Now we are like fire and water with the demon clans. Out of all the people, Zi Chen was a sincere cultivator. He was a broad-minded and just person. It's hard to come by."

Ling Fei's heart tightened. She slightly gritted her teeth: "I also didn't think that the spell.......would be so strong. I also........didn't have time to react."

That's when Su Ying raised her head with disapproval: "Can you handle a spell cast by Zhenren Qi Guang?"

Ling Fei was silent for a split second then angrily said: "It's still a shame that it didn't kill Yan Hui." She gritted her teeth. "No one expected that powerful dragon demon to save her."

When those words dropped, Su Ying's hand silently shook. The needle pricked her finger, and blood dripped onto the blue cloak. Su Ying silently wiped at the blood to keep it from Ling Fei's notice. The strange thing was the blood dripped on the cloak didn't absorb into the cloak. Rather, it was completely wiped away by Su Ying. Not a mark was left behind.

"Oh?" Su Ying continued to embroider. "How strong was the dragon demon?"

"It forcefully broke the soaring killing spell and melted the Heavenly Jian." Ling Fei paused for a moment before continuing: "Luckily it didn't linger at Chen Xing Mountain."

Su Ying put down the cloak. Her eyes were slightly cold. She thought it over before saving: "Since you returned, cultivate for these days while you're here. Out of the three main sects, Guang Han Sect is the closest to Qing Qiu. Earlier, the demon clans crossed San Chong Mountain to do a probing attack. Although they didn't reach our sect, we must increase our vigilance. The main entrance at the bottom of the mountain needs guards. For now, you'll help me guard the gate. That way if there are any movements, I'll have less to worry about."

Ling Fei nodded.

"Go ahead and pack. Then go to the gate and keep an eye on the boundary spell. The boundary hasn't been crossed. It's also the safest place."

Ling Fei complied and left. Su Ying sat alone in the hall for a long time. Suddenly, she knocked twice on the chair's armrest. Smoke wreathed on the floor, and a person kneeling on one knee appeared in it. He respectfully murmured: "Sect Master."

"Go investigate," Su Ying's eyes were cold. They were like ice. "The background of Chen Xing Mountain's Yan Hui and how she's involved with the dragon demon, Tian Yao."

"Yes."

The man in the fog immediately disappeared. There was no one else in the hall. Su Ying's back, which had been ramrod straight, finally relaxed a little. She looked at the cloak in her hand in silence.

After Ling Fei gathered her things, she planned to head down the mountain and unintentionally passed the courtyard's lake. Guang Han Sect was frozen year-around. Thus the lake was also frozen year-around. The shore was also dusted with snow. A scholar stood at the shore. At that moment, Su Ying was draping the blue cloak she was embroidering over the scholar's shoulders.

The scholar didn't even turn his head

Su Ying didn't say much. She just lightly said: "Guang Han Sect is unlike other places. Your wound isn't healed yet. Mind your health."

The scholar acted like he didn't a word. He just stared fixedly at the lake in front of him. Su Ying stood with him for awhile and then left.

Ling Fei knew about her sister's infatuation with the scholar. She sighed and was about to leave when she saw the scholar carelessly grab the cloak and throw it onto the frozen lake. He turned and left the pavilion.

Ling Fei was stunned. She advanced and looked at the scholar's retreating back. Then she went and picked up the discarded cloak from the lake. In the burst of sunshine, she thought she saw a scale-pattern on the blue cloak. However when she took a closer look, she didn't see anything.