Chapter 3 Blood Drops I want to practice cultivation, and I want you to help me practice. ...
In her previous life, Mu Fuyun was a talented female cultivator who attracted everyone's attention.
He has received countless praises, but has also suffered a lot of misunderstandings and suspicions due to his overly enviable talent and independent personality. Now, facing the strange looks from others, he can still remain calm and composed.
But Chu Ye and Song Xinghe beside her were different.
They are all popular and favored people, so naturally they would not bother to stand with someone as controversial as her.
Especially Song Xinghe, since he met Mu Fuyue, he has restrained most of his rebelliousness and arrogance, and is ashamed of it. The current situation reminds him of his childish self many years ago, and he can't help feeling irritated and angry.
"This is how Senior Brother treats Senior Sister. During the Hundred Days Memorial, he allowed this kind of person to discredit Senior Sister!"
With red eyes and gritted teeth, he lowered his voice and spoke angrily to Chu Ye. Then he glared at Mu Fuyun fiercely and left in anger.
Chu Ye didn't say anything, but he suppressed the pain in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all. On behalf of my junior sister, I would like to thank you for coming here today."
After saying that, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply to everyone.
Seeing this, everyone returned the greeting.
"Alas, every family has its own problems. Even a large sect like the Tianyan Sect is bound to have times when it is powerless."
"Yes, I didn't expect there was such a difficult situation behind it. Fairy Mu was very loyal and righteous. She must have been deeply saddened by the sisters' affairs when she was alive."
"God is jealous of talented people! Tianyan Sect has always valued strength the most. Being willing to take in someone with such mediocre talent and bad character is considered to be doing their utmost to be kind and righteous."
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The discussions of outsiders came into his ears from time to time, but Mu Fuyun pretended not to hear anything and stood aside with a calm expression.
There were still many disciples and guests who had rushed to Guizang Hall and had not yet paid their respects in front of the lotus lanterns. After the ceremony, they would go to Chu Ye and say a few words to express their condolences.
As the eldest elder brother of Tianyan Sect, Chu Ye took on the responsibility of welcoming and seeing off guests, leaving his younger sister Mu Fuyun with nothing to do.
She was happy and relaxed, and used this time to think about her next move.
Everyone present looked down on her because she had no talent and no strength. In the world of immortal cultivation, weakness was the original sin.
Since she decided to practice hard, to give pride to the original owner of this body and herself, staying in Tianyan Sect, one of the three major sects in the world, was the best choice.
In her previous life, she was born into a famous and upright family. She knew how much more effective a powerful sect could be for cultivators. This was why most cultivators in the world were trying their best to become disciples of these sects.
More importantly, with a body like hers that has weak spiritual roots and mediocre bones, in addition to diligent practice, she also needs the help of external forces to reverse it.
She had hurriedly tried this body when she went up the mountain just now. Although its aptitude was indeed extremely poor, she vaguely felt that it was not without room for improvement.
She had never suffered from a lack of talent before. In terms of talent, she was unrivaled in her previous life, unrivaled for hundreds of years. But that didn't mean she believed talent determined everything.
In the world of cultivating immortals, there are many cultivators with mediocre aptitudes who make up for their shortcomings with the help of elixirs, secret techniques, etc., and then enter the Tao with diligence and hard work. If they have the opportunity, they can also make progress in their cultivation.
But where can we "borrow" this external force?
She looked bored as the number of people in the main hall gradually dwindled, and finally her eyes fell on Chu Ye.
A true inner sect disciple like Chu Ye, whose status is second only to the sect leader and the heads of the various peaks, and whose background is extraordinary, should be of great use...
"What on earth do you want to do by coming here dressed like this?"
Chu Ye had been secretly watching her movements. Seeing that all the people who came to worship had left and only a few people were left in the hall, he turned around and questioned her in a low voice.
Mu Fuyun blinked in surprise: "Why, didn't you ask someone to give me this Taoist robe to change into?"
Chu Ye frowned, his eyes darting around her plain grey Taoist robe before finally settling on her high ponytail and her spirited face. He sneered, "Don't think that just because I brought you back, you can use Yue'er's name to cause trouble."
Mu Fuyun was even more surprised: "Aren't you the one who asked me to come here?"
Chu Ye's face grew increasingly gloomy. After a moment of silence, he suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth as he ordered, "Go kowtow to Yue'er."
Mu Fuyun curled his lips, did not agree, turned around and walked towards the lotus lantern, approaching step by step.
Of course, she would not kowtow to Mu Fuyue, whom she had never met before. She just remembered that this was the key plot point at the beginning of the book.
It was here, in front of her sister's lotus lantern, that the original owner stubbornly refused to kneel in public, angering Chu Ye.
After everyone left, he used his spiritual power to force the original owner to kneel before the lotus lantern. The original owner was weak and had no power to resist. She was forced to kneel down, and her head hit the edge of the long table, splashing a few drops of blood.
With his back to Chu Ye, Mu Fuyun put his left index finger into his mouth. His two sharp teeth gently bit the skin on the fingertip, and blood immediately oozed out from the tiny wound.
She wiped away the taste of rust between her lips and teeth, stood in front of the long table, and stroked the dim lotus lantern on the table.
"what you do!"
Chu Ye looked at her disrespectful behavior and couldn't help but shout angrily, scaring away several other little Taoist boys who were sweeping the main hall and making them retreat.
Mu Fuyun didn't look back, his fingertips lightly touched the edge of the lotus lamp, leaving a trace of blood on the pale pink lotus petals, which looked shocking.
Chu Ye strode forward, grabbed her wrist and pulled it off the lotus lantern. The anger in his eyes even turned into powerful spiritual power, overflowing from his body.
It was the unique heat and intensity of pure fire spiritual power, which made Mu Fuyun feel warm.
"It's nothing, I just don't think it's necessary to kowtow." She said indifferently.
"Don't think I won't kick you out!" Chu Ye grabbed her and warned her harshly.
Mu Fuyun was pulled to his side, raised her eyelids and looked directly into his angry gaze. Her bright almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned by her hair roots, became particularly vivid.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and her bright eyes were shining as she looked lightly at the lotus lantern beside her.
"Can you?"
Chu Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at Liandeng suspiciously following her gaze.
I saw that the bloodstain that was originally left on the lotus petals seemed to be absorbed by the petals and was disappearing silently, until finally there was no trace left, as if it had never appeared.
Suddenly, a cluster of light appeared in the center of the still dim lotus. It seemed extremely faint under the broad daylight and disappeared before anyone could see it clearly.
Chu Ye stared at the fleeting vision and did not say a word for a long time.
Three months ago, at the moment Mu Fuyue fell, he hurriedly pulled out a talisman from the various magic weapons he carried with him and threw it out.
That was given to him by the master before they left. It can be used to seal the cultivator's essence, energy and blood to prevent his life from passing away too quickly.
But he was one step too late and failed to save his junior sister's life. He only managed to grab a weak wisp of spiritual consciousness and returned to Tianyan Sect from the western desert.
Now, that wisp of spiritual consciousness is sealed in this lotus lantern.
Without the support of the body and the complete soul, the weak spiritual consciousness should have gradually dissipated with the passage of time. When this lotus lamp was completely annihilated, the spiritual consciousness would be gone.
But just now, the lotus lamp lit up - that was a sign of the revival of life.
It is a drop of blood belonging to a close blood relative, nourishing the last wisp of soul.
Mu Fuyun looked at Chu Ye, who was lost in thought, calmly, and felt that he had found a bargaining chip that could be used to restrain him.
Her blood can nourish Mu Fuyue's consciousness.
In the original book, it was because of the drop of blood at the 100-day ceremony that Chu Ye discovered this secret. From then on, he changed his initial disgust and blame and became much gentler.
Although the original owner vaguely understood that his little kindness to her was for other purposes, she was too greedy for that bit of tenderness and agreed to his request again and again, using her own blood to nourish her sister's consciousness.
Until the moment when her sister's spirit and soul were restored and only her body was missing, she finally became completely redundant.
In a way, it's a trade-off.
The original owner used his own blood in exchange for others' gentle treatment, but now, Mu Fuyue wants to exchange for something else.
"Hey, what just happened?"
She broke free from Chu Ye's relaxed fingers, freed her wrist, and twisted it twice in a surprised manner.
Chu Ye turned his head suddenly and looked at her suspiciously.
She acted as if she hadn't seen it, and curled the corners of her lips: "Maybe this is a real sister."
The book did not explain why her blood could nourish Mu Fuyue's consciousness. It seemed to be a matter of course. She could only temporarily understand that this was a special connection between sisters.
"Now, do you still want to drive me away?"
Mu Fuyun looked at Chu Ye leisurely, allowing him to look at him with eyes full of anger and suspicion.
He was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Mu Fuyun said calmly: "I want to practice, and I want you to help me practice."
As soon as he heard the word "cultivation", Chu Ye's originally tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his eyes returned to the initial contempt and disdain.
"It's just a fool's dream."
With her qualifications, not only would Tianyan Sect not accept her, but even if she were placed in other small sects, she would probably not be able to get in.
Cultivating immortals is so cruel. Without the right physique, you won’t be able to make any progress even if you practice for your entire life.
Mu Fuyun ignored the sarcasm in his tone, deliberately lowered his head to look at the small wound on his left index finger, and said nonchalantly: "I'll give you a day to think about it."
After saying that, without waiting for his response, she turned around and left.
There was no longer any crowd outside the main hall. Only a few little Taoist boys who had just come out of the main hall were standing neatly on the steps outside, looking at the main hall door, as if waiting for Chu Ye to leave so that they could go back in to clean.
Mu Fuyun smiled and waved at them. She recognized one of them as the one who had just brought her clothes, so as she passed by him, she said softly, "Your senior brother is in a bad mood. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer."
The little Taoist boy's face flushed, and he subconsciously tilted his head back and shyly replied, "Thank you, thank you, Fairy—Dao-Daoyou, for the reminder."
Mu Fuyun smiled even more happily, reached out and touched his rosy little face, then walked down the mountain briskly.
She did not ask others where she should stay, but returned to the thatched hut where she had just changed her clothes.
The book did not explain the exact location of her residence, but only said that it was a small house built on Fu Ri Peak. It was neither with the inner disciples of Tian Yan Sect nor with the outer disciples. It was a place isolated from the outside, which was very consistent with her marginalized identity.
Let’s just assume it’s that room.
It’s just a place to live. As long as it can shelter her from the wind and rain and doesn’t affect her cultivation, she doesn’t care about anything else.
Right now, she has more important things to do.
If nothing unexpected happens, Chu Ye will come to you soon.
Even though he didn't know that there was a way to resurrect Mu Fuyue, he would never miss any chance to keep that spiritual consciousness alive.
Before he arrives, she must first find out the condition of this body so that she can "prescribe the right medicine."
After closing the door, she sat cross-legged on the low couch and closed her eyes, trying to sink her qi into her dantian, gathering the little spiritual power between her meridians, and slowly exploring her spiritual roots.
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