Chapter 1981: "White Big Sister"
A delicate silhouette crossed through layers of wind and sand, landing before the man. She looked at his heavily wounded body, reaching out her arm but hesitating to touch him. Only her cape fluttered loudly behind her, stirring inexplicable ripples in her heart.
"Junior Sister Lingzhu!" Mo Cangying had already landed at her side, quickly reaching out to grab her arm. "Judging by this man’s attire, he’s clearly from an outer domain. There’s no need to invite trouble."
"And," he glanced at the man, "with injuries this severe, he’s doomed to die without any hope of survival. There’s simply no need to rescue him. The fact that he could stand and move just now is basically a final burst of energy before death."
As he spoke, Mo Cangying’s brows were filled with confusion... He knew Helian Lingzhu quite well. She was by no means someone who would blindly soften her heart. After all, she was born into an imperial family where scheming and intrigue were everywhere.
Helian Lingzhu also knew that her actions were rather reckless, and even she herself was surprised by what she was doing. But immediately, she gave a somewhat strained reason: "I glanced at him out of curiosity just now. Although this man is heavily injured, there’s still a hint of pride in his eyes. Based on my years of reading people, this person’s background must be extraordinary."
"Intuitively, he seems very young, yet he has a cultivation at the peak of the Divine Sovereign Realm... What if he’s someone from a certain Divine Kingdom? If we save him, wouldn’t that be picking up a huge favor?"
"If we leave him here, injured like this, he’ll soon be eroded to death by the Abyss Dust."
Mo Cangying frowned, about to say something, but found Helian Lingzhu had already stepped forward, lifting the man’s upper body, letting patches of dried blood stain her palms and sleeves.
He quickly shifted, taking over from Helian Lingzhu to support the severely injured man, and his gaze softened considerably: "It seems no matter how many storms you’ve weathered, Junior Sister Lingzhu’s kind nature has never changed. Very well, let’s bring him back with us."
Then he added, "I hope he can live until then, so as not to let Junior Sister Lingzhu’s kindness go to waste."
Helian Lingzhu’s gaze shifted slightly, wanting to get a clearer look at the man’s face, but she quickly looked away, dispersing the slight awkwardness between her brows, and said with a smile, "Ninth Senior Brother is still the same as before—stern on the surface, yet always indulging my capriciousness."
A woman’s intuition is a very mysterious thing.
She always felt that this unfamiliar man, on the verge of death from severe injuries, was no ordinary person... even if she had only caught a distant glimpse.
Mo Cangying lifted the severely wounded man and, together with Helian Lingzhu, flew back toward what they called the "Royal City."
As they moved away from the core of the desert, the dust storm gradually subsided. Helian Lingzhu checked the life aura of the severely injured man every so often.
An hour, two hours... Though his life aura was extremely weak, it was also incredibly tenacious, stubbornly refusing to fade.
This greatly shocked Mo Cangying, who had been certain he would die within half an hour.
But what they absolutely never imagined was that the severely injured man’s consciousness had been clear from start to finish.
An unfamiliar world, a completely different heavenly and earthly aura...
This place is the world called "Abyss."
I succeeded.
Though the first step was so miserable, I still succeeded.
Yun Che calmed his mind and slowly circulated the profound energy within his internal organs.
When he woke up, he was in this desert, with a dust storm raging over his body, trying to bury him forever in the endless barren sand.
His injuries looked extremely frightening, but in reality, they were mostly external; his internal injuries were far lighter.
However, he did not heal his external wounds.
Because a severely injured appearance might not evoke pity, but it would certainly make people let down their guard.
What he needed was not someone’s rescue, but an opportunity to naturally integrate into this world.
But...
Yun Che never opened his eyes. He simply remained in a "coma," silently sensing the auras of the two people and listening to their conversation...
He was an invader of this world.
Everyone in this world was his enemy!
If he could not overthrow this world, then his own world would surely be overthrown!
This was a principle he could never deviate from, no matter what situation he faced in this world or whom he encountered.
In silence, his consciousness sank into the Heavenly Poison Pearl.
Without He Ling’s presence, the world of the Heavenly Poison Pearl was dim and dark.
"Oh! Master, you’re awake! Is this strange and weird place what Master calls 'Abyss'?"
Unchanged was Hong’er’s ever-smiling, seemingly carefree demeanor.
"That’s right." Yun Che walked over and rubbed both Hong’er’s and You’er’s heads with his left and right hands respectively. "This is the Abyss, a completely different world from before."
His eyes carried a trace of melancholy: "Now that I’m here, only you two are with me."
You’er held his palm and rubbed her fair face against it.
Thinking she was worried about his injuries, Yun Che smiled to reassure her: "Don’t worry, my injuries are completely fine. I’m just keeping the external wounds on purpose."
"We know that," Hong’er blinked her crimson eyes. "Because the White Big Sister already healed you. You’er and I aren’t worried at all."
"...!?" Yun Che was stunned, then his brows furrowed sharply. "White Big Sister?"
In his final battle with Mo Beichen, he had been severely wounded, but he woke up in just a few days, and when he did, his injuries had already healed significantly—far beyond normal.
This time was the same!
Yun Che crouched down and spoke gently: "Hong’er, who is this 'White Big Sister' you mentioned?"
"White Big Sister is just White Big Sister," Hong’er replied very seriously. "White clothes, white face, white light... In short, a big sister in white."
You’er nodded in agreement.
"What does she look like? Is she someone I’ve met before?" Yun Che asked patiently.
"Her appearance... hmm..." Hong’er tried hard to remember, then shook her little head. "Can’t see clearly. Anyway, she’s all white, but her voice sounds really nice. She also told us not to tell Master about her existence... Eh?"
Suddenly realizing something, Hong’er quickly covered her mouth with her little hands, her crimson eyes wide open.
Yun Che’s heart shook violently: "She told you? She can enter here?"
What’s going on?
This is the Heavenly Poison Pearl. Except for him, He Ling, Hong’er, and You’er, no one, no consciousness, could enter without his permission.
"...What else did she say?" Yun Che reached out and gently rubbed Hong’er’s nose with his knuckle. "Tell me everything, and I’ll give you that Zhuying Xiehong Sword you’ve been wanting to eat the most."
Hong’er’s eyes instantly sparkled like gemstones, and her little hand "whooshed" away from her parted lips: "Re... really! Master has to keep his word... The White Big Sister hasn’t talked to us many times, let me think... The first time she appeared, she seemed to say something like... 'The Little Azure Dragon’s heart is utterly sincere... spare her life'... hmm..."
You’er nodded.
Yun Che: "!!"
"Ah, right!" A glint flashed in her eyes, and Hong’er said excitedly, "There are some words from the White Big Sister that I remember really clearly. She said she’s actually always been here. But because Sister He Ling was here, she couldn’t appear. Only after Sister He Ling left could she manifest... Eh? I think that was the word."
"...!?" Yun Che stood frozen, stunned for a long time.
Suddenly, he stood up, releasing his spiritual sense to cover the entire space of the Heavenly Poison Pearl: "Who are you? Come out."
For a long time, there was no response.
Yun Che tried to keep his tone calm and gentle: "It was you who saved the Azure Dragon Emperor and secretly healed me. You mean no harm and are not an enemy. There should be no need for you to hide. At least come out so I can thank you in person."
The Azure Dragon Emperor, who was supposed to die without a doubt, had been saved by this person whose existence he had never known.
Using Light Profound Force at that!
His own rapidly improving injuries were also silently bestowed by this person.
She had always existed within the Heavenly Poison Pearl... and he had been completely unaware!
Hong’er said she had always been here? She couldn’t appear while He Ling was present?
And He Ling clearly never knew of her existence either. Otherwise, given He Ling’s unreserved feelings for him, she would never have hidden it.
A string of guesses and possibilities tangled chaotically in his mind, ultimately leaving only a mess.
Light Profound Force...
In this world, besides himself and Shen Xi, there was no third person capable of using Light Profound Force!
But it absolutely couldn’t be Shen Xi. Not to mention this was the world of the Heavenly Poison Pearl... How could Hong’er not recognize Shen Xi?
Who is it? Who in the world is it!?
"Master doesn’t need to call out. The White Big Sister won’t hear," Hong’er reminded with a smile, a strand of drool she hadn’t quite managed to suck back hanging at the corner of her mouth.
"Why?" Yun Che looked down.
"Pfft!" She forcefully sucked the drool back into her mouth, then muttered, "Because the White Big Sister just spent a long time healing you. She said she has to go sleep, probably for many days... Ah! Forget about the White Big Sister! The red sword! I want to eat it! I want to eat it! I want to eat it!"
She shook Yun Che’s hand vigorously.
Yun Che withdrew his spiritual sense. In the world of the Heavenly Poison Pearl, he found no trace of any unusual aura.
No wonder... When he woke up this time, though his external injuries were severe, his internal injuries were surprisingly light. It turned out someone had already healed him.
"Fine, fine, here you go." Yun Che waved his hand, and the Zhuying Xiehong Sword that Hong’er had long coveted flew before her eyes.
With a soft cry, Hong’er pounced and hugged the sword in her arms. The next moment came the sound Yun Che knew all too well—the terrifying noise of a young girl’s jade-like teeth biting through a divine sword.
You’er propped up her chin, quietly watching Hong’er wolf down the sword... She didn’t eat swords herself, but she loved watching the utterly joyful look on Hong’er’s face when she did.
Mo Cangying and Helian Lingzhu had long left the desert region. Soon, within Yun Che’s spiritual sense, human auras began to appear. Half an hour later, a fairly large city came into view.
"Let’s return to the sect first." Helian Lingzhu glanced at Yun Che, and the tension in her heart eased significantly.
A full three hours, and he hadn’t died. Once at the sect, the erosion of the Abyss Dust would be greatly blocked, and he would likely survive.
"Alright!" Mo Cangying did not object.
The two flew side by side toward the place with the strongest aura.
Mo Cangying carried Yun Che in his hand. From start to finish, he never cared at all about whether this man lived or died. He brought him back only to satisfy Helian Lingzhu’s sudden whim.
At this moment, the two could never have dreamed that the person they had casually "rescued" would one day utterly tear apart the fate of this entire world...