Chapter 79
Chapter 79: Lin Muyu’s Despair
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Su Wanqing’s current condition was most likely due to excessive blood loss after using the Blood Burning technique, which was why she was both thirsty and weak.
Blood naturally contained water, so perhaps it could help her urgent situation.
With this thought, Lin Muyu gritted her teeth, picked up the Frost Sword from Su Wanqing’s waist, and carefully made a small cut on her own wrist.
“Hiss—”
Sharp pain shot through her, and bright red blood immediately began to seep slowly from the wound, leaving a striking red mark on her pale skin.
Lin Muyu endured the pain and gently brought her wrist close to Su Wanqing’s lips.
The warm blood dripped into Su Wanqing’s mouth, and she seemed to respond instinctively. Her dry, cracked lips parted slightly, unconsciously drawing closer to the wound and beginning to suck.
That weak force carried a sense of urgency that was almost greedy.
“Senior Sister?”
Lin Muyu was startled by this sudden action and called out tentatively, her fingertips trembling slightly.
But Su Wanqing didn’t respond, still immersed in the instinct of swallowing blood.
Her brow gradually relaxed somewhat, and her complexion seemed to gain a bit more color.
Seeing that Su Wanqing’s condition appeared to improve after drinking her blood, Lin Muyu didn’t stop her.
She just silently took two healing pills herself, praying in her heart that her body’s blood production could keep up with the rate of loss.
She could feel the wound on her wrist slowly healing, but the dizziness from blood loss still came in waves, and even the light and shadows before her eyes began to sway.
But expecting healing pills to replenish blood was obviously wishful thinking.
As blood continued to flow out, Lin Muyu felt increasingly dizzy and weak, her fingertips beginning to go numb.
She knew she couldn’t continue like this and quickly pushed Su Wanqing’s shoulder gently:
“Senior Sister… is that enough… I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
It would have been better if she hadn’t called out, this cry seemed to stimulate Su Wanqing.
She suddenly stopped sucking, raised her head, and those eyes that had been tightly closed were now somehow open.
But there was no clarity in them at all, instead, they were wolf-like and blood-red, carrying a heart-stopping madness.
She was staring intently at Lin Muyu, making her heart turn cold as an ominous premonition instantly gripped her heart.
“Senior Sister…”
Lin Muyu instinctively pulled back her arm, the wound on her wrist still bleeding, drops falling to the ground with soft sounds.
A strong sense of unease rose in her heart, this scene felt so familiar…
Senior Sister Su’s condition was terribly wrong.
Su Wanqing shakily stood up, her form still somewhat unsteady, but those wolf-like eyes remained fixed on Lin Muyu.
Her face flushed with an unnatural redness, and there was even a trace of undried blood at the corner of her mouth, giving off an eerie, demonic aura.
“Senior Sister, wake up!”
Lin Muyu helplessly backed away, her spine hitting the cold cave wall with a “thud,” only then realizing that this natural hiding place had now become a dead end.
Solid rock surrounded them on all sides, there was nowhere to escape.
She could clearly smell the scent emanating from Su Wanqing, a mixture of blood and chaotic spiritual energy.
That scent carried an aggressiveness that made her hair stand on end.
“Xiaotao! Help me!”
Lin Muyu’s voice carried a crying tone, she knew that only Xiaotao’s space could protect her now.
At her call, Xiaotao’s bead immediately rushed down from the cave ceiling, its gentle radiance suddenly expanding, about to envelop her.
But at this critical moment, Su Wanqing, who had lost all reason, was like an enraged wild beast.
She instinctively grabbed the Frost Sword beside her, flicked her wrist, and sent a piercing cold energy slashing toward the bead.
“Crack—”
The crisp sound of freezing echoed in the cave as the bead, without its master’s deliberate control, was instantly wrapped in a thick layer of solid ice.
It fell to the ground with a “thud,” unable to move, even its originally gentle radiance dimmed.
“It’s over…”
Lin Muyu looked at the ice-sealed bead, her heart sinking completely as she cursed through tears:
“Su Wanqing, you bad person! You promise-breaking bad person! You clearly promised me that you wouldn’t again…”
But how could Su Wanqing, who had lost her reason, listen to any of this?
Instead, she became even more excited from this crying shout, letting out low growls like a wild beast from her throat.
She quickened her pace, approaching Lin Muyu step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on Lin Muyu’s heart.
Lin Muyu waved her hands trying to resist, but having just given Su Wanqing blood to “quench her thirst,” she had lost too much blood.
Now she was completely powerless, even lifting her hands felt difficult, and the spiritual energy at her fingertips was so weak it could barely condense.
When her slender wrist was easily seized by Su Wanqing, Lin Muyu knew that everything was finished.
That grip was surprisingly strong, as if it wanted to crush her bones.
“Senior Sister… please… wake up… don’t do this…”
The young girl’s tearful pleas echoed in the small cave, bouncing off the rock walls and returning, sounding especially mournful.
But these pleas only brought even greater madness from the other party.
Su Wanqing leaned down close, her blood-scented breath washing over Lin Muyu’s face, and in those blood-red eyes, not a trace of the usual cold gentleness could be found.
This time, Su Wanqing was more out of control than ever before.
Lin Muyu fainted from the severe pain and woke up again, only to be tortured back into unconsciousness repeatedly, her consciousness like a small boat in stormy seas, rising and falling uncertainly.
In her daze, she seemed to return to those forgotten, equally painful memory fragments, except this time, the one inflicting pain was still her senior sister.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when, in her confusion, she seemed to hear familiar voices from outside the cave, as if muffled by thick cotton, unclear and distant.
“Elder Feng, did you hear any sounds? It seemed like… hoarse cries for help?”
It was Ye Fan’s voice, carrying some uncertain doubt, seemingly near the cave entrance.
“No, you must have misheard. In this wilderness, where would cries for help come from? It’s probably just the wind.”
Elder Feng’s voice was casual, clearly not taking it to heart, even carrying a hint of urgency.
“Stop dawdling. If we can’t find anyone, we need to hurry back to the sect to prepare countermeasures.”
But just when they heard it, Lin Muyu happened to faint.
Perhaps she should be grateful that she fainted in time, so Ye Fan didn’t discover their hiding place.
Or perhaps she should regret it, it was precisely this fainting that made her miss the best chance to escape.
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After an unknown amount of time, seemingly as long as a century, Su Wanqing finally gradually regained consciousness.
Her awareness was like struggling to surface from the deep sea, accompanied by severe headaches and aches throughout her body.
Before her eyes was still darkness, with only the rich, undissolvable scent of blood lingering at her nose tip, along with a faint trace of Lin Muyu’s delicate fragrance.
“What… am I doing?”
She spoke in confusion, her throat so dry it hurt, each word feeling like sandpaper scraping her throat.
“Why don’t you guess?”