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Lin Yun fell into a coma.
She could sense someone injecting spiritual energy into the cracks in her spiritual platform, attempting to mend the new fissures caused by the overuse of her resonance ability. However, it was like trying to fill a sea with sand; the energy dissipated in an instant and had no effect.
After that person stopped supplying spiritual energy, she was completely cut off from the outside world and sank into boundless darkness.
"System?" Sensing a faint electrical sound, Lin Yun gently called out the system's name. This was the first time she had tried to summon it in her sea of consciousness.
"I am here"
The usually emotionless, mechanical voice surprisingly carried a hint of annoyance.
Are you angry?
"No"
"You have it." After a great battle, her tense mind finally relaxed, and she revealed a rare childlike innocence.
The two of them bickered like children.
"The host has forbidden me from helping."
The system did not understand why Lin Yunwang used his uncontrollable resonance power and refused his help at the critical moment.
She curled up in the darkness, her eyes closed, and replied, "I told you, I can handle this myself."
"Should we resolve this by lying in bed, in a state of semi-consciousness?"
"I didn't expect the burden brought by the resonance ability to become so great." Lin Yunwang was still in pain because of the crack in his mind, his brows furrowed. "But... it's still resolved perfectly, isn't it?"
"You shouldn't use it until you've figured out how to fully control the resonance ability."
The system's words contained a mixture of blame and concern.
"This has a huge impact on your health."
"I know."
Of course she knew that the hidden pain in her mind was almost suffocating, but she also knew that this was a contest she could not afford to lose.
Lin Yunwang was not an impulsive person. She rationally assessed that the negative impact of resonance ability was acceptable in order to achieve victory.
In the past few days, she noticed the subtle gazes directed at her, and she realized that these gazes were not only directed at her, but also at Sang Zhao.
Sang Zhao, who was previously a personal disciple of Venerable Yichen, was not even as skilled in swordsmanship as most inner disciples. Therefore, she, as the new personal disciple, was given high hopes.
Ironically, it was a bunch of unrelated bystanders who were more eager than Yichen, Sangzhao, and Lin Yunwang for someone to take on the title of Yichen Venerable's personal disciple.
As Lin Yun collapsed in front of the martial arts arena, in his dazed state, he heard someone in the crowd say, "Venerable Yichen has finally found a decent disciple..."
Is that alright? Such praise.
Who cares?
She was never bothered by the gazes of others; she only wanted to rescue her senior brother, Sang Zhao.
"I will continue to seal the host's resonance ability until we find a way to resolve the impact."
"good."
"Host, please rest well and refrain from engaging in dangerous activities."
"I know."
The atmosphere between the two now is very similar to when Lin Yun first transmigrated. At that time, she was still in a sealed state, and the system talked to her all day long to prevent her from falling into a complete slumber.
In truth, she had long forgotten what He had said. To be precise, she was in a state at the time completely unable to receive any information from the outside world; it was like trying to fill a bamboo basket with water—it all flowed away.
But she still remembers that feeling of peace.
However, this sense of security and trust became somewhat laughable after that heart-wrenching cry on that rainy night.
It wasn't exactly resentment. Lin Yun rarely had deep negative emotions, and besides, it wasn't the system's fault. She was simply giving herself a wake-up call, reminding herself not to rely on it too much.
The ability to resonate is your own, but the system's ability is another matter.
There was always a barrier between the two. Perhaps it was because Lin Yunwang couldn't place Him in a precise position.
Family? Friends? Partners? She couldn't say for sure.
In the past ten years or so, before coming to the Silent Sect, the system rarely appeared.
He never forced Lin Yun to do anything he didn't want to do, and there was no punishment for not completing the tasks He assigned.
He said: He hoped to find her a correct path to survive safely in the world of cultivation.
The above words are from the system itself.
How many people in this world can embark on the completely correct path? At least, Lin Yun had never imagined that she would time travel; this experience was not within the "correct" path she had envisioned.
As she reminisced about her past with the system, drowsiness crept over her, and fragmented thoughts drifted through her mind.
Do you want to go home?
She was asleep and did not answer.
The question, which I had mentally prepared for so long, simply dissipated in my mind without leaving a trace.
No one knows how long it will be before this question is asked again.
Having slept long enough, the mist gradually dissipated, and Lin Yunwang's consciousness became clear.
It was already past midnight, and a thick darkness still lingered around. Only a lamp on the square table in front of the bed provided a little light.
Her master, Venerable Yichen, was sitting at the table, resting his head on his elbow by the lamp. His handsome features were bathed in the warm light, but the dark circles under his eyes were still visible.
He must have been watching over her for a long time and was extremely tired.
Lin Yun quietly got up and met Yi Chen's gaze, who seemed to sense something and opened her eyes.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a little guilty, her voice tightened, and she lowered her head and softly called out, "Master."
Yichen didn't seem interested in what had happened during the day. She simply picked up the teapot that was simmering on the stove and asked, "You're awake. Would you like some water?"
She wanted to refuse, but the teacup was already in front of her, so she had no choice but to accept it, take a small sip, and then place it beside her pillow. She then lowered her head, looking as if she was ready to accept whatever punishment she was given. After a while, she heard the rustling of clothes. It turned out that her master was afraid that she would knock over the teacup, so he moved it back to the table and took the opportunity to sit back on his original stool.
"How has your time at the Jingyin Sect been?"
Lin Yun looked up in surprise, not expecting it to be a casual question.
"Everything is suitable." She was already very adaptable, not to mention that the conditions in the Jingyin Sect were much better than in the human world.
"Very good." Venerable Yichen was very pleased with his disciple's rapid growth, but he was also worried. He was afraid that if he said something, his disciple would overthink it.
Overthinking makes it harder to speak.
"Manager Han has granted you a day off, so get some rest." Yi Chen got up and left, but turned back at the door and said, "I heard your sword was interrupted during the competition. I'll take you to choose a new one tomorrow."
After Yichen left, Lin Yunwang did not continue to rest, as she had already slept enough that day.
She sat by the window, opened it, and saw the sun rising through the sea of clouds, the morning light streaming into the room. This tranquil and peaceful scene calmed the hidden pain in her mind.
This makes me wonder: Is this ability to resonate a gift from heaven, or a rotten, decaying thing?
Neither the system nor she herself could answer the question.
Undeniably, this ability brought her many conveniences at the beginning of her transmigration, but it became uncontrollable after she stepped into the territory of the Jingyin Sect in search of medicine. At first, she could control when to use her ability, but as time went on, she could no longer control it by her own will.
The system and she speculated that it was because of the increase in her own spiritual power that her resonance ability was enhanced.
She turned her gaze to the book "The Sea of History" on the table, every page of which was covered with dense annotations. That day, she had not absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but had only read this book, yet she clearly sensed an increase in her resonance ability.
After formal training, this ability grew rapidly, as if it had absorbed some kind of nourishment.
To minimize the impact on her, the system had to isolate her consciousness and resonance abilities.
Lin Yun lowered her eyes to look at her palm, where the lines were clearly visible in the morning light. She tried to flex and extend her fingers, and could still control it.
In the final moments of the competition, not only did Nangong Suiqing's Heart Sword go out of control, but Lin Yunwang also suffered a similar fate.
The Heart Sword went out of control along with her.
She recalled the moment her icy fingers touched her opponent's warm neck, and only then did she snap out of her daze.
What would happen if he didn't wake up in time?
With this in mind, she resolved not to use this ability again until she had figured it out.
The noise at the door interrupted her thoughts.
It was Bai Xiyan and Nangong Suiqing's voices, making a racket. Nangong insisted on dragging Senior Sister Bai along to see her.
Nangong Suiqing didn't expect Lin Yun to hear the noise and push the door open to check the situation. When their eyes met, her face turned red instantly, and she let go of the person who was pulling her as if struck by lightning. "It was Senior Sister Bai who insisted on dragging me to see you."
"Senior sisters, please come in." She stepped aside to make room for the two of them to enter, then turned to Zhou Hengyan, who was not far behind them, and asked, "Senior brother Zhou, would you like to come and sit down as well?"
“No need,” he stepped forward and solemnly handed her a cloth bag. “When Senior Sister Bai and I rushed to the martial arts arena yesterday, you had already been brought back by Venerable Yichen. All I can do is put away your broken sword.”
"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother Zhou." She accepted it and slightly straightened herself.
Lin Yunwang closed the door only after Zhou Hengyan turned around.
Nangong Zao slipped into the inner room, leaving only Bai Xiyan leaning against the door frame, his eyes filled with a teasing smile.
"Senior sister, you've been waiting for a long time." She quickly stepped forward and led the two to their seats.
Inside the room, Lin Yun poured tea for the two of them. Amidst the splashing sound of the tea, Bai Xiyan spoke.
“Yesterday, my junior brother Hengyan and I investigated and found out the whole story.” She touched the cup, looking exceptionally serene. “Last night, my junior brother Hengyan and I came to see you, but you were still unconscious at the time.”
“I haven’t been that busy lately, so I took back the task of tutoring you from Zhou Hengyan. After all, he hasn’t finished his coursework yet, while I started earlier and finished mine, so I have more time.”
She took a sip of tea and continued, "But when I told him about it, he seemed quite reluctant."
Lin Yunwang didn't understand why she kept mentioning Zhou Hengyan in her words, but she still agreed, "Yunwang thanks senior sister and senior brother for their concern."
Nangong Suiqing, annoyed at being ignored, coughed twice. "You suddenly fainted, it scared me to death, and I even got scolded by Master!"
Bai Xiyan stood aside, smiling without saying a word.
"Is Uncle-Master Yongyun truly only angry about what happened yesterday? By the way, when I fainted yesterday, I was not in a good state of mind and did not hear what you said last. Could you please say it again, Senior Sister?"
Nangong Suiqing blushed again and stammered, "Don't faint."
“It’s the previous sentence.” She rejected that answer.
"Ha, you bastard, didn't you say you didn't hear clearly? How do you know which sentence is which! I don't repeat myself, I won't say it again."
There was a knock on the door.
This guest was much less polite. After knocking, he pushed the door open and walked in, calling out to the inner room as he went, "Yunwang, are you feeling better?"
Upon entering the inner room, she saw Nangong Suiqing there as well. Her previously cheerful expression immediately turned frosty. "What are you doing here?"
What brings you here?
Two voices rang out simultaneously, sharply contrasting each other, irreconcilable like fire and water.
Lin Yun looked at the two facing off and suddenly remembered Xie Tingshui's description of Nangong Suiqing in the past. She was puzzled, as she had never heard of any grudge between the two.
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