Chapter 7: The Other "Me" Within the Body
But the crying tone was only fleeting.
Xia Huanjiao was not a little dumpling who would sit and wait to die.
Struggling didn’t necessarily mean death, but not struggling certainly meant death.
If she had to choose, Xia Huanjiao still wanted to choose a way to die that she would not regret.
Besides...
She hadn’t even turned five yet!
She hadn’t lived through enough good days!
Xia Huanjiao struggled to get up from the ground, trying to see if there was anything around her that could resist the madman outside.
In her heart, she began to doubt these so-called “protagonists.”
Could such a person really be called a protagonist?
Besides love, there was nothing and no one else in this world that mattered to him?
Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs, yet no one is allowed to awaken or struggle to overturn the heavens?
From the little dumpling’s perspective, the so-called “antagonist” was merely someone trying hard to survive.
And those hardships that forged the “protagonist” could have originally not existed.
The little dumpling spun around in the room and finally looked up at the bright moon outside the window.
Silver light spilled over the jade bed, making it glisten even more brilliantly.
Transparent, bright.
Xia Huanjiao’s gaze flickered as she stepped forward.
Transparent?
She reached out and tapped the jade bed. Instead of a dull sound, she heard an ethereal tone.
Her eyes lit up, appearing especially cunning under the bright moonlight.
She climbed to the edge of the bed, wanting to push the jade bed aside.
But she overestimated her own strength.
Restricted by her small body, she couldn’t push the jade bed at all.
After busying herself for a long while, the jade bed remained unmoved.
Outside, Lin Xiao’s urgent voice pierced repeatedly, stabbing at the little dumpling’s eardrums.
“Where are you going? What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re just a lucky little mouse. What right do you have to be the sect leader of the Sword Sect!”
“You who can’t cultivate are no different from trash!”
“You alone, and only you, haven’t ascended the ten-thousand-step cloud ladder!”
The demonic fall greatly enhanced Lin Xiao’s power; even without entering the room, his oppressive aura enveloped Xia Huanjiao from all directions.
That pressure made it hard for Xia Huanjiao to breathe.
Her whole body began to tremble.
Yet she still murmured defiantly.
“Who exactly set this plot, with such a…”
“A disregard for others’ lives as aesthetics…”
At that moment, the pressure suddenly intensified, and the barrier emitted the sound of cracking.
Like ice shattering abruptly.
At the same time, a piercing pain surged into Xia Huanjiao’s mind. She struggled, gritting her teeth against the pain, trying to crawl into the shadows.
Though she knew this effort might not help much, she still wanted to try.
But the pain was unbearable; each crawl felt like dancing on a blade’s edge.
The blade seemed to tear through her fragile skin, making Xia Huanjiao cry from the agony.
Pain.
It was truly excruciating!
Finally, her vision darkened and she fainted from the pain.
The barrier was broken at that very moment.
Lin Xiao, clad in white robes, stepped inside.
There was a distinct red mole between his eyebrows—that was the mark of one who had fallen into demonic ways.
He looked at the little dumpling collapsed on the ground and walked over without a word.
His sharp sword emitted a mournful cry on the ground, shrill and despairing.
Lin Xiao raised his long sword, his voice calm and steady.
“A child like you should never have appeared in the Sword Sect.”
“You’re a disgrace to our sect!”
With that, the sword came down.
But...
It couldn’t cut through.
The sword landed on Xia Huanjiao’s head. He pressed down hard but could not move the long sword an inch.
Yet he had clearly sealed off the surroundings; there was no one who could have come to help the little one on this silent night.
“Where are you looking?” came the same childish voice, yet very different from before.
Lin Xiao’s heart skipped a beat, a hint of unease flashing across his mind. He instinctively lowered his head and looked at Xia Huanjiao, who had somehow gotten back up. His voice trembled with disbelief:
“You’re not unconscious?”
At this moment, Xia Huanjiao looked very different from her usual lazy self.
She truly bore the qualities of the Path of Ruthlessness.
Cold and heartless.
She rose from the ground. The oppressive aura that had surrounded her seemed to have vanished completely.
Her two fair hands grasped Lin Xiao’s soul sword, and she said:
“Such a fine sword, wasted on such an owner.”
Lin Xiao had always been proud and arrogant; he could not bear such words from Xia Huanjiao and pressed down even harder on his sword.
“Your tongue is like a sharp sword, your words like icy frost—a venomous little brat.”
Yet, with a crisp “crack,” the long sword broke into two in Xia Huanjiao’s hands.
The soul sword was damaged, and as its owner, Lin Xiao naturally suffered backlash.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His disdain for Xia Huanjiao vanished in that moment.
Even though he was strong and calm, his voice still carried a hint of weakness.
“You’ve been pretending all along!”
Xia Huanjiao, however, had no intention of chatting idly with him. She waved her chubby little hand:
“The barrier you set is about to break. You’d better run.”
“Or else, Xu Yingying will come for your life.”
Lin Xiao realized this was no time for words. He bent down, picked up the broken sword from the ground, and said sharply:
“The sect leader’s restraint and concealment make me Lin feel ashamed!”
“We have a long way to go.”
With that, he leapt to the window like a swallow and escaped.
At the moment he left, Xia Huanjiao collapsed to the floor.
She was utterly exhausted.
If Lin Xiao hadn’t been so nervous, or if he had been more careful, or if the moonlight outside had not been so bright...
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