I hate my own powerlessness
Sili was so shocked by the sudden surge of powerful spiritual energy that he staggered back several steps before regaining his balance. He looked up abruptly, staring in disbelief at the object hovering in mid-air, continuously radiating powerful spiritual energy.
It is a mask.
A silver mask that he could never mistake.
The mask belongs to Bai Yan.
This name evoked distant memories for Sili. Hundreds of years ago, among the disciples of Cangmin Mountain, the two most outstanding talents were Qi Mo, the leader of swordsmanship, and Bai Yan.
The two of them were always inseparable.
Qi Mo, wielding that fearsome longsword, swept away all troubles in front, while Bai Yan silently guarded behind him, using his exquisite arrays and talismans to ensure that Qi Mo never had to worry about anything coming from behind.
In stark contrast to the sharp and outspoken Qi Mo, Bai Yan was always quiet. His signature silver hair, his always spotless white robe, and the silver mask he almost never removed gave him an air of aloofness and detachment from the world, as if he were untouched by human affairs.
At this moment, the silver mask hovered silently, its flowing silver light cascading down like living water, forming a solid light shield that gently enveloped the unconscious Yun Qian. It was clearly a powerful protective barrier.
Sili's eyes flashed, and he swung his magnificent longsword, gathering spiritual power to fiercely slash at the silver light shield!
"Buzz—"
The sword's edge touched the light barrier, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, only stirring up a tiny ripple. The barrier remained completely still, as solid as a mountain. It silently and steadfastly protected Yun Qian, just like the silent Bai Yan of yesteryear, always protecting everything he wanted to protect in the most practical way.
Sili's brows furrowed tightly, and the blood and qi in his body surged uncontrollably due to the backlash of spiritual energy just now.
That clash of spiritual energy just now actually injured him?
Si Li was horrified, but the dull pain emanating from his meridians felt incredibly real. He instinctively pressed his hand to his chest, his face grim. Bai Yan was most skilled in array formations and talismans; the barriers he set up would be difficult for even Qi Mo in his prime to break easily.
Continuing to argue about this is pointless.
Sili snorted coldly, suppressing the resentment and a trace of indescribable fear in his heart. With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished without a trace from the spot in an instant.
A hundred years ago, he couldn't defeat Bai Yan. A hundred years later, he couldn't even shake the wisp of soul power that Bai Yan had left on a mask.
A silvery-white light continuously enveloped Yun Qian, nourishing her depleted meridians and damaged soul.
When Yun Qian finally managed to open her eyes again, the deep night had already fallen, with stars scattered across the sky. The silver mask still floated quietly not far in front of her, radiating a constant and warm light.
She struggled to sit up, her internal organs still throbbing with pain, but she was much better than before she fainted, when she was completely exhausted. She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, and gently touched the cold edge of the mask.
The instant her fingertips touched the mask, the surrounding silvery-white spiritual light seemed to find its home, converging rapidly like rivers flowing into the sea, ultimately transforming into a soft white stream of light that "whooshed" into the distance and disappeared into the vast night.
The silver mask, now devoid of spiritual power, gently fell into Yun Qian's outstretched palm.
The cool touch traveled from the palm of my hand straight to my heart.
In an instant, a torrent of complex and indescribable emotions surged forth like a burst dam. Before Yun Qian could even react, scalding tears welled up uncontrollably, sliding down her pale cheeks and dripping onto her cold mask, leaving small, damp stains.
She almost died.
The little black sword hovered quietly beside her, its blade humming softly, as if offering silent comfort.
Yun Qian took a deep breath and forcefully wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeve. She gripped the mask tightly in her hand, as if drawing strength from it, and slowly stood up. Although her steps were still a little unsteady, she still walked steadily and firmly in the direction she had come from.
Inside the carriage, a faint white light, like a firefly, silently entered Lin Huaiyu's brow.
His thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. The moment his consciousness returned, he clearly felt that the spiritual power within his body, which had been completely sealed like stagnant water, was struggling but continuously flowing and gathering again in his meridians.
The spirit-sealing talisman... has been broken?
Lin Huaiyu frowned and abruptly sat up. Fragments of memories from before she lost consciousness flashed through her mind: the spiritual energy Yun Qian had transferred and her solemn expression…
Lin Huaiyu immediately lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down. What came into view was Zhihua, who had returned to his original form, the mess on the ground, the corpses of countless dead black-clad cultivators, and... Baichuan, who was beside the carriage, bending down to check the injuries of the unconscious Qin Wu and channeling spiritual energy into him.
Lin Huaiyu's heart suddenly clenched, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, but he couldn't find the figure he most wanted to see.
"Where is Yun Qian?" His voice carried a tension and urgency that he himself was unaware of.
Bai Chuan coughed twice, his face still pale. He raised his head and looked at Lin Huaiyu, his voice hoarse: "Senior Sister... in order not to affect us, she lured Sili away."
He carefully made the unconscious Qin Wu more comfortable, slowly straightened up, and said to Lin Huaiyu, "Now that you're awake, please look after Qin Wu for me. I must go find my senior sister."
Lin Huaiyu's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists instantly, his knuckles turning white from the force. A chilling anger and lingering fear swept over him. He almost gritted his teeth as he forced out the name: "Sili's here?"
"Hmm." Bai Chuan nodded heavily, looking at his still pale face, and added, "Your spirit-sealing talisman has just been removed, and your spiritual power has not fully recovered. It's best not to use your spiritual power recklessly these next few days."
Lin Huaiyu lowered his head, looking at his slightly trembling palms. His pale face was expressionless, but deep in his eyes surged a thick, almost overwhelming sense of powerlessness and self-loathing that threatened to engulf him.
He loathed this feeling, loathed his own powerlessness.
Bai Chuan said no more and turned to rush into the forest.
However, he stopped abruptly as soon as he took a step.
Under the moonlight, a figure staggered, yet with unusual determination, as it walked out step by step from the dim forest.
It is Yun Qian.
Her gaze first fell on Bai Chuan, confirming that he was unharmed, and then slowly moved to Qin Wu, who was unconscious inside the carriage, her eyes filled with deep worry.
Finally, those clear yet weary eyes fell upon Lin Huaiyu, who stood frozen in place.
Seeing that they are all still alive, even though some were injured, at least everyone is still here.
A faint smile slowly appeared on Yun Qian's pale face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
It's alright now.
Everything's fine, that's good.
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