Chapter Eleven: Are You the Guardian Spirit Beast of Xueyuan?

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Bai Chuwei’s face flushed scarlet after being scolded, and she did not dare say another word.

Though Jiang Xuanyan felt a pang of sorrow in his heart, he still comforted Bai Chuwei.

True Lord Qingfeng merely cast a deep glance toward the bottom of the cliff before turning to leave.

“The soul lamp of Yu Wanjiao has not gone out. That means she is still alive, and there is still a glimmer of hope. I am going to discuss this with the other sect leaders. In the meantime, do not cause any more trouble for me.”

When he reached Lu Xiao, he paused.

“As for you, conduct yourself well.”

…

Yu Wanjiao had never imagined that Lu Xiao would hate her so much that he would actually push her off the cliff.

Her sword was no longer in her hands, and vines remained tightly wrapped around her ankle.

When she felt the vines loosen, she could see nothing before her eyes.

Just like her life.

She could see nothing clearly.

Yu Wanjiao did not know whether she would be able to escape this ordeal unharmed, as she had in the past.

The Abyss of Madness had existed for thousands of years, yet no one had ever known what lay at the bottom of the cliff.

The pain she had expected never came. Instead, Yu Wanjiao felt her back press firmly against the ground.

She opened her eyes in disbelief.

What she saw, however, was nothing like the bleak scene she had imagined.

This place was brimming with life.

Yu Wanjiao rose to her feet and surveyed her surroundings.

Flowers bloomed everywhere, while strange plants and blossoms shimmered with faint light.

In the distance, she heard the gentle murmur of running water. She followed the sound and discovered a cave.

After hesitating for a moment and looking around, she finally decided to enter and investigate.

After all, she had already fallen into this place, and there seemed to be no other way out.

The farther inward she went, the darker it became.

Yet from far away, she could see a sword standing in the very center.

How could there be a sword here?

No one had set foot in this place for thousands of years.

Since she had already come this far, Yu Wanjiao walked toward it.

As she approached, the sword suddenly became dazzlingly brilliant, its entire body radiating light.

Yu Wanjiao jumped in fright.

The area around the sword was covered in densely packed runes.

She tried to read them, but no matter how she looked, she could not recognize a single one.

After some thought, Yu Wanjiao decided to leave.

If there were some kind of mechanism here and she accidentally triggered it, she might truly lose her life in this place.

But after taking only two steps, she was thrown back.

Feeling puzzled, she tried again.

Once more, she was thrown back.

Only then was she forced to believe that she had been trapped there.

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She began pacing around the area.

It was then that she discovered skulls and human bones scattered everywhere.

Everywhere her eyes fell, there were runes. Suddenly, an idea came to Yu Wanjiao: perhaps these runes were the key to escaping.

She murmured a few Buddhist prayers before cautiously moving the remains aside.

Looking at the sword in the very center, Yu Wanjiao guessed that all these people had been drawn here because of it.

Two characters were engraved on the hilt. They were likely the sword’s name.

For the first time, Yu Wanjiao found herself hoping that the subtitles would appear. Perhaps she could use them to learn where she was.

But she waited for a while and saw nothing.

Perhaps she had already broken free of the storybook’s plot, which was why the subtitles had not appeared.

Yu Wanjiao could only abandon that idea and begin searching for a solution herself.

She discovered that the runes seemed to follow a certain pattern.

They appeared to be characters from some particular place.

They seemed incredibly familiar to Yu Wanjiao, yet she could not figure them out no matter how hard she tried.

Still, by feeling her way through them bit by bit, she gradually began to understand.

It was as though her blocked meridians had suddenly been opened. In an instant, she could read every rune before her eyes.

Although she found it miraculous and unbelievable, she still suppressed the emotions welling up inside her.

The most important message among the runes was this:

Once you enter this place, if you do not draw the sword, you can only sleep here forever.

She lifted her eyes toward the sword.

Only then did she discover that it was—

Snow Kite.

Yu Wanjiao’s eyes lit up at once.

Although the Snow Kite Sword had appeared in the world only a little over a century ago, it had been coveted and fought over by people throughout the realm. Its power was obvious.

Yu Wanjiao reached out nervously to draw the sword.

She gathered all her strength, but in the next instant, she found the sword already in her hand.

Yu Wanjiao: ?

She lifted the sword and examined it carefully. Its blade reflected her astonished eyes.

Yu Wanjiao raised the sword and swung it several times.

Then she watched helplessly as the remains below began spinning through the air.

Yu Wanjiao: …

She immediately stopped moving.

Then she apologized to the remains.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. If I ever manage to leave this place, I promise I’ll find the time to give everyone here a proper burial.”

After comforting herself for a few moments, Yu Wanjiao cautiously carried her sword toward the exit.

Just as the runes had said, she had left the place.

But before she had the chance to celebrate, she fainted in the next instant.

“Stop right there! You think you can run after taking the sword? Not so fast.”

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“Qingfeng, it is not that I am unwilling to help you, Senior Brother. It is simply that there is nothing we can do about the Cliff of Reflection.”

“I am sorry. I truly am powerless.”

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True Lord Qingfeng heard words like these again and again.

Not a single person was genuinely willing to accompany him on such a dangerous venture.

That was right—the plan of True Lord Qingfeng was to descend into the abyss himself and take a look.

Because Yu Wanjiao’s soul lamp had never gone out, he faintly sensed that the bottom of the cliff might not be as terrifying as everyone believed.

But after leaving the peaks belonging to the various peak masters, he had only just returned to the Xuantian Sect when he saw Shen Que choke back a sob and say to him:

“Master, the lamp… has gone out.”

…

When Yu Wanjiao awoke again, she discovered that she was no longer in the place she had just left. Instead, she had arrived somewhere else.

What delighted her greatly, however, was that the Snow Kite Sword was still in her hand.

Everything around Yu Wanjiao seemed unreal.

Birdsong filled the air, flowers scented the breeze, the sky was vast, and the waters were clear.

“Whoever you are, since you have brought me here, would you be so kind as to show yourself?” Yu Wanjiao called.

No one answered.

Just when she thought she would sink into silence forever, a pair of hands suddenly appeared on her shoulders.

“Oh, my, I was only a little slow to react. Look at you—you’ve already become impatient.”

Yu Wanjiao’s gaze darkened. She raised her sword and slashed behind her.

Her shoulders instantly became empty.

But a voice immediately sounded beside her ear.

“Why are you so rude? You frightened me.”

Yu Wanjiao turned around and met the woman’s gaze.

The newcomer was a woman with a graceful, alluring figure.

When she saw Yu Wanjiao looking at her, she winked.

Yu Wanjiao: …

“Senior, why don’t you simply say what you want?”

Yu Wanjiao sensed that this person harbored no ill will toward her.

Otherwise, she would not even have had time to react just now.

The woman smiled sweetly.

“No wonder you were able to draw the Snow Kite Sword. You are not even afraid of me.”

Hearing her mention Snow Kite’s name, Yu Wanjiao looked down at the sword in her hand.

Then she asked, “Are you the guardian spirit beast of the Snow Kite Sword?”

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