CHAPTER 295
Diary (Part Two)
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This answer came at the cost of a jade slip. Only an attack as formidable as the Breaking Army Sword Formation could shatter that impenetrable shield.
That earlier probe had exhausted the last of my master's offensive sword formations.
All that remained in my master's hands was a single Golden Soup Sword Formation, which he used for defense.
Through mind reading, I clearly understood my master's plan.
He needed someone to draw the Faceless One's attention, allowing him to bypass that shield and deliver a fatal strike.
Through mind reading, I could coordinate with my master flawlessly.
But Master chose Chu Youwei, even though I was clearly the most suitable candidate.
The jade pendant in my embrace trembled slightly. Without looking, I knew it was Master's message, likely instructing me to take Shiyao and Jue'er and leave this place quickly.
I hadn't seen the message, so naturally I wouldn't follow my master's orders.
My two junior sisters hadn't seen it either. If they dared to look, I'd beat them up. Yes, I was that unreasonable.
For some reason, I even wished that Chu Youwei would die under the Apostle's giant sword. That way, I might get my chance to step into the spotlight.
I wanted to appear before my Master like a savior when she needed me, telling her: Fear not, Qinghan is here!
Heh, a bit childish? Similar to Li Shiyao?
But this is genuinely how I feel.
What surprised me was that Chu Youwei understood this Faceless One even better than I did. She handled herself exceptionally well—I could tell she possessed incredibly rich combat experience.
It was combat experience far beyond that of a sixteen-year-old girl—experience she shouldn't possess.
She seemed to know this faceless one intimately, as if she'd shared a bed with it. She understood the monster completely, effortlessly dodging every strike.
Though she couldn't harm the Faceless One in the slightest, her movements were remarkably agile, effectively tying it up.
Honestly, I was jealous. I felt I could do it too.
Even as I write these words, that same envy gnaws at me, an obsession that keeps me awake all night.
Indeed, there remains a vast chasm between me and my master's wife. I'm nothing but an immature brat—even as the Demon Emperor of the North, I can't escape the fact that I'm only sixteen.
Master unleashed his full power too, though it wasn't the overwhelming divine might I'd imagined. Instead, he relied more on skill to break through the enemy's defenses.
The man-sized greatsword moved with the precision of an extension of his arm in his hands. His powerful, forceful swings and slashes were surprisingly agile and swift.
My master always managed to astonish me. Unsurprisingly, as the greatsword pierced the monster's neck, the towering Faceless One slowly collapsed before us.
Ye Qinghan's diary ends here.
"Are you hurt?"
Su Cheng slowly withdrew the greatsword, watching the faceless one dissolve into a stream of light as it vanished, his expression numb.
"Of course not! This lady is quite formidable!"
Su Cheng sheathed the greatsword, then seemed to realize he should say something. He smiled and spoke.
"Indeed, you are formidable. Thank you, Miss Chu."
"But you're not half bad yourself~" Chu Youwei chuckled, patting Su Cheng's shoulder with a hint of teasing in her expression—she was always like that.
Chu Youwei casually tossed her scythe into the air, and the blade, inhabited by its spirit, vanished mid-flight.
"Did you actually listen to what this lady said last time?"
Su Cheng was a bit confused. Last time?
"What did I say?"
"Be careful with those three disciples of yours. Even if you don't trust me, it wouldn't hurt to keep your guard up, right? What if they're Cheng Liang's women?"
"Oh?" Su Cheng slowly drew the Mind-Capturing Mirror. It clearly displayed the truth…
"I have no proof, but some things seem harmless at first glance. Yet in critical moments, they can cost you your life, wouldn't you agree?"
The area around Chu Youwei had been completely flattened. She sat down on a collapsed wall, rubbing her hands together as if she were cold.
Time was still on their side. After Dongfang Jue became a disciple, his cultivation was but a step away from forming the Core.
He gathered some firewood and ignited it with a snap of his fingers. The two sat by the broken wall, clearly preparing to talk.
"You want me to trust you?"
"After all, this is only our second meeting. This lady is quite patient. Love isn't something you can force, I know~"
"I thought you'd give a direct answer. I was ready to hear it."
"I need to gauge whether you're sincere, don't I?"
Su Cheng had already launched his assault, but the three spectators watching the battle were utterly baffled.
Within the sealing formation, three disciples whispered among themselves…
"Senior Sister, what are Master and the others saying?"
Dongfang Jue casually pulled some snacks from Li Shiyu's small cloth bag, popping them into her mouth with an air of leisure.
"I don't know either, Shiyu. I'm getting hungry."
Dongfang Jue chuckled. Second Grandma remained as self-assured as ever. Besides eating and peeking at the Master bathing, she didn't seem to care much about anything else~
Lately, Li Shiyu had grown increasingly domestic. Not long ago, she'd even set up a small table in the changing room, eating and drinking while using the Master as her drinking companion!
Li Shiyu spread a small blanket nearby, dumping all her snacks onto the mat like she was on a picnic.
"Senior Sister, you even have roast chicken! That's awesome!"
Ye Qinghan rolled her eyes. Fine, they might as well eat while watching~
Just as they were about to dig into their late-night snack, a faint tremor stirred within her embrace.
She pulled out her compass and saw—another little treasure was nearing its end~
Time to collect more of Mother's Hero Fragments~
Shiyao, Jue'er, tend to our Master. I must journey to the Northern Realm to gather Mother's scattered soul fragments.
"Senior Sister, hurry and return. Shiyu is here—you may go with peace of mind."
Li Shiyu spoke as she handed the flask to Ye Qinghan, who took a swig.
Meanwhile, Chu Youwei wasn't idle either. After some back-and-forth, they finally reached the core topic.
"Master, you know what I'm talking about, right?"
"I do."
"To see you again, Master…"
The young girl lowered her head. Uttering those words was truly difficult.
This wasn't caution. She didn't even fear death—how could she possibly fear the only man willing to protect her?
This caution stemmed from not wanting to be seen as strange. Perhaps she already was strange enough, but she couldn't afford to be too much.
"You can see the future?"
"No. For Youwei, this moment is the past."
Su Cheng's pupils dilated in shock. Could such a thing truly be possible?
How could this be possible?
Having traversed countless worlds, Su Cheng had long forgotten many things.
"You mean…"
Chu Youwei nodded. "Yes. But it's a pity—Youwei was so close, just a hair's breadth away from avenging you…"
Her head hung low. In the firelight, tears could be seen falling directly onto her thigh, but the hood was too large for Su Cheng to see her expression.
It seemed she didn't want her tears to ruin her meticulously applied makeup.
"You've suffered enough. You've done more than enough. If I were you, I would have quit long ago."
Su Cheng smiled, seemingly trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere with a joke.
But alas, those words seemed to take on a different meaning when they reached Chu Youwei's ears…
"My master deserves it. I am his in life, and I will be his in death!"
"Youwei feels no injustice—only bitter resentment!"
"Youwei only curses that she cannot flay their skin, tear their sinews, and chop their bodies into ten thousand pieces!"
"Master, rest assured. Your disciple has returned! This blood debt—Yao Wei will make Cheng Liang and that pack of scum pay back double!"
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