Chapter 64 In this angst-filled romance novel, only the male protagonist is following the main storyline.
The pool was only about two or three meters deep. When Mu Jianjian landed at the bottom of the pool, she gently picked up the human skin mask that Sang Wanyue had given her and put it on her face.
Just as she was about to go up, she saw something shimmering with light at the bottom of the lake.
Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the entire base was covered with swirling runes, densely covering the entire pool wall. Because they were all white, they easily blended together, which was why Mu Jianjian hadn't noticed them before.
Why is there this thing at the bottom of the sacred lake where they soaked?
So, was it the sacred lake water or the talisman inscribed beneath that treated the toxins and scars on her body?
Mu Jianjian walked into the wall covered with the most markings and slowly covered her hand with them. She didn't know much about formations and talismans.
The runes on the giant bell in the main hall of the Fanjin Palace and the formation made with Linghu Zhuoyu's silkworm bone banner were all based on descriptions from the original book.
And this...
Mu Jianjian gently made a bloody cut on her left hand with her right hand, while simultaneously activating her right eye's pupil technique.
A ray of golden light appeared in the girl's right eye, moving along the healing bloodstain to the talisman.
She finally realized what was wrong.
To verify her suspicions, Mu Jianjian gritted her teeth and tore a large slit in her left arm from top to bottom, while her right eye quietly watched the flow of true energy.
I took a deep breath, and the conclusion was reached.
This spell is draining her vital energy—the more severely she is injured, the more vital energy it absorbs.
Along with the transfer of true energy came glimmers of life.
This is probably Zhu Ge's purpose: to make cultivators fight each other in rooms of their respective levels, thus causing the continuous flow of true energy and vitality to be diverted.
Remain calm and composed.
Mu Jianjian touched the talisman with both hands, trying to see if she could destroy it.
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Lan Yi gradually fell into a disadvantageous position under Sang Wanyue's offensive. He gritted his teeth in resentment, looked at the brother and sister who were standing there in a daze in the pool, and roared, "Hurry up and come help me!"
Although the brother and sister were afraid of the woman's strength, they knew that this was an extremely precious opportunity to curry favor with the Holy Lotus Pavilion, so they still joined the battle.
If Mu Jianjian were here, she would definitely start cursing Lan Yi for being shameless.
Sang Wanyue's expression remained unchanged. Just as she was about to face the knife and deal with the brother and sister first, the door to the Xuan room opened.
The four people were stunned at the same time.
Their rooms are already full, so why are more people coming?
A figure in red appeared at the door. The handsome man, with a captivating face, waved a fan and his peach blossom eyes caught sight of Sang Wanyue, whose expression was frosty.
"Little Yue'er, I've been looking for you for so long." Ye Wuluo said with a mournful expression.
Although he used the red rope from the Heavenly Room to open the door to the Mysterious Room, he was unable to enter due to the number of people and the laws governing it.
His peach blossom eyes seemed to beckon to one's soul, and deep within them lay endless darkness and madness. As he looked at Sang Wanyue, who was completely unharmed and had even broken through in cultivation, his heart, which had been pounding for so long, finally settled down.
Sang Wanyue turned her eyes away without showing any emotion; this situation was so similar to her previous life.
At that time, she was fighting with three other cultivators in the Earth-class room. Ye Wuluo opened the door, stood up for her, and avenged her.
Those who hurt her had their hands chopped off by Ye Wuluo, those who insulted her had their tongues cut out by Ye Wuluo, and even those who had previously looked down on and despised her now wore faces of respect and envy.
Ye Wulu came to be her support.
Sang Wanyue remained completely calm, and with a light twist of her scimitar, she sent the brother and sister flying.
It's a pity she doesn't need a backer anymore; she wants to become her own mountain.
Seeing Sang Wanyue's aloof and unapproachable demeanor, Ye Wulu felt as if his heart was being gnawed and stabbed with pain.
When they met again, he thought he would be angry at Xiaoyue'er for her refusal to compromise, but when he actually saw her, his resentment vanished, replaced by only a feeling of relief and satisfaction.
He fixed his gaze on Lan Yi, who was wielding a knife against the woman.
"Lan Yi?" Ye Wuluo's tone was flippant, and just by calling out his name, Lan Yi broke out in a cold sweat.
"Master... this subordinate is because..." Lan Yi felt something was wrong and was about to explain when a breeze blew out from the golden fan in Ye Wuluo's hand, and the next second his head fell to the ground.
Even before his voice had faded in the air, he was already decapitated, his eyes bulging out, his expression one of disbelief.
Ye Wuluo seemed oblivious to everything, leaning lazily against the doorframe and smiling at Sang Wanyue, as if he had just swept away some dust and trash.
“Since he angered Xiaoyue, I will take care of him for her, how about that?” Ye Wuluo asked like a child begging for candy.
"Not so much." Sang Wanyue remained calm, deftly sheathing her sword and entering the pool, where she met Mu Jianjian's gaze as she emerged from the water.
"Yueyue, are you alright?" The girl's eyes sparkled.
"No." Sang Wanyue's gentle smile stung Ye Wuluo's eyes.
From the moment he entered the secret realm, he took great care of her, always thinking of her first whenever he had any good magical artifacts or secret techniques, and even saving her from suffering multiple times in the dense forest.
But what about Xiaoyue'er?
Even now, she wouldn't even give him a smile, and would rather smile at a strange female cultivator than say a word to him!
When has he ever been treated like this?
"Where's Lan Yi?" Mu Jianjian looked left and right, and when she saw the black-clad man lying motionless on the ground, she gasped.
With the neck severed, no matter how powerful the waters of Lake Sheng were, there was no way to save it.
"I didn't kill him."
Mu Jianjian's gaze shifted to the red-clad man standing behind Sang Wanyue at the door.
The devilish smile that Ye Wuluo often wore disappeared. At this moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he exuded a cold aura. His deep gaze met hers.
Mu Jianjian understood.
This is like seeing your subordinate beating his wife; in a fit of anger, he doesn't even ask why and just beheads him.
Domineering and ruthless.
Other girls might be very touched, but Yueyue definitely wouldn't.
The feeling of being silently killed by a single blow when you want to defeat your opponent fair and square is more one of frustration than感动 (moved/touched).
Ye Wuluo remained as self-righteous as ever.
“Little Yue’er, I apologize to you,” Ye Wuluo’s gaze shifted from Mu Jianjian’s face to the woman’s back. “It was my fault for arguing with you. Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”
Is she throwing a tantrum?
Does he still think he's throwing a tantrum?
Sang Wanyue wanted to laugh but couldn't. Her eyes stung but she couldn't shed a single tear. She still didn't turn around. "You don't need to apologize to me. There's nothing between us."
Mu Jianjian felt sorry for him. She naturally knew the female lead's emotional journey and glared fiercely at Ye Wuluo, whose face darkened.
So why is it that in angst-filled romance novels, only the male protagonist is following the main storyline?
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