Free Web NovelLu Yibei never expected that when she was about to be corrected along with the miracle flower for going too far, the one who grabbed her hand, then hugged her, and finally pushed her out of the dark edge of correction, would be Nanling Yaohua.
Or rather, she had always thought that the person Nanling Yaohua deeply loved was Lu Yibei from Dream City, and her feelings for her were merely an extra, far from reaching the point of being willing to sacrifice herself for her.
But Nanling Yaohua did just that, without Lu Yibei's knowledge...
Now, the cracks, woven from dark, chaotic lines and resembling the cavity of a bizarre creature, have vanished from mid-air.
Along with them, the power of the miracle flower, the Shaman King, and Nanling Yaohua also disappeared.
Perhaps, the forceful use of the terrifying power to correct the miracle flower and kill the Shaman King had already secretly set the price, destined for someone or a urban legend to be banished beyond the world.
One for one, very fair.
It should have been Lu Yibei who was exchanged for the Shaman King, but now it was replaced by Nanling Yaohua.
Thus, Nanling Yaohua's feelings, which could have been feigned or avoided, became an unremovable thorn, deeply embedded in Lu Yibei's heart.
That thorn was not sharp and would not cause any substantial harm, but it would always be there, throbbing faintly at midnight, making it impossible to ignore.
It sounds a bit scummy, but people are always like this; only after losing something can they realize how precious what they once ignored, or even deliberately avoided, truly was.
"Xiao Bei, tell me honestly, did something happen to Xiao Hua?" Seeing Lu Yibei remain silent for a long time, Bai Kai grabbed Lu Yibei's shoulder and asked in a serious and urgent tone.
Lu Yibei's brows furrowed, and after repeatedly hesitating to speak, she finally nodded, "Yes, she was corrected by the power of time."
"Corrected?" Bai Kai froze for a moment. "What does that mean? Is she... dead?"
"I don't know if she's dead, but she's definitely no longer in this world and can never be found again," Lu Yibei said expressionlessly.
She knew that at such a moment, she should show some emotion on her face, so as not to appear so cold and heartless.
However, she couldn't do it.
This was the first time since that car accident that she felt facial paralysis was such an annoying symptom.
"Wh-what? Why did this happen?" Bai Kai asked blankly, his expression somewhat dazed.
Although he still didn't quite understand what it meant to be "corrected by the power of time," he was very clear about what "can never be found again" meant.
As the two spoke, Nanling Qifeng quietly approached them, and upon hearing their conversation, his expression gradually darkened.
Catching a glimpse of Nanling Qifeng from the corner of her eye, Lu Yibei's heart trembled violently, and a sense of guilt, as if silently coalescing into a large hand, pressed down on her head, lower and lower, lower and lower.
Nanling Qifeng tightly gripped the long sword in his hand, staring intently at Lu Yibei, who hung her head like a stalk cut in half at the waist. He suddenly felt an urge to rush forward and strike her with his sword, but when he saw Lu Yibei's right arm neatly severed at the elbow, reason overcame impulse, and his emotions became complex.
Although he had only seen Lu Yibei a few times when she was an infant, and his affection for Lu Yibei was not as profound as for Nanling Yaohua, his bond with Lu Ming was extraordinary.
Despite having no blood relation, in his heart, he had long regarded Bai Kai and Lu Ming as his own children.
Now, Lu Ming's only child had caused his beloved granddaughter to be in an unknown state of life or death. While he was filled with anger, he truly couldn't bring himself to strike down Lu Yibei.
Thus, all the complex emotions in his heart transformed into a furious cold snort, which he cast off with a flick of his sleeve as he departed.
"Hmph!"
Since he couldn't bring himself to harm Lu Yibei, he might as well stay far away, out of sight, out of mind.
Anyway, someone would deal with her.
The battle between Disaster and the Shaman King had been witnessed and recorded by an unknown number of Spiritual Energy organizations, and for most Spiritual Energy organizations, the existence of such a terrifying urban legend would not be tolerated.
Coupled with Bai Kai losing control of his emotions and howling, Lu Yibei's disguise shattered on the spot, and her days were about to become difficult.
Although Nanling Qifeng couldn't bring himself to strike Lu Yibei down, if Lu Yibei were to be hunted by various Spiritual Energy organizations, he would be able to harden his heart and watch on coldly.
Lu Yibei watched Nanling Qifeng's departing back, her eyes complex.
If she could, she would rather Nanling Yaohua's grandfather stab her a few times to vent his anger.
The sun rose, and this land, which had been shrouded in dark clouds for nearly forty hours, once again welcomed the morning light.
Bathed in the morning sun, Lu Yibei suddenly felt a familiar restlessness surge within her.
"Thump-thump—thump-thump—!"
Her heart pounded violently in her chest, like some fierce beast desperately crashing against it.
Her blood instantly ignited, surging through her veins.
The bones throughout her body emitted faint, crisp sounds, seemingly growing.
Lu Yibei paused for a second or two, then realized that the afterglow of Human Fireworks in her body had been completely consumed, and she was about to be bathed in the morning sun, returning to her original form.
After a brief moment of daze, she let out a soft breath.
"Coat, transform into a loose, face-concealing outfit..."
As her voice fell, the clothes covering her body immediately rustled and transformed.
Coat: ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ\"Understood!
A few breaths later, the original dark green ornate long dress transformed into a noticeably ill-fitting, loose red and white windbreaker and jeans, thoughtfully accompanied by a face mask.
And at the moment the Coat finished transforming, Lu Yibei suddenly leaned back, falling heavily to the ground.
Although Nanling Yaohua's sacrifice saved him from being corrected by time, the injuries he sustained during his fight with the Shaman King did not dissipate.
From a certain perspective, Lu Yibei's body was already riddled with wounds. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
With such severe injuries, he might have been able to endure in his urban legend state, but upon returning to his human state, all the pain erupted at once, robbing him of his consciousness.
In silence, Bai Kai glanced at the fallen Lu Yibei, sighed deeply, bent down, picked him up, carried him on his shoulder, then turned and sped towards the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
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The moment the dark rift closed, Nanling Yaohua's consciousness instantly blurred.
As if she had fallen into a deep sleep, only the faintest perception of her surroundings remained.
In a trance, she felt herself constantly falling.
There was no wind, no sense of weightlessness, yet she truly felt it.
She felt herself continuously falling deeper into the profound darkness.
"Hey, don't sleep! This isn't where you should be, go back quickly!"
For some inexplicable reason, Nanling Yaohua heard such a voice in her ear, which sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had heard it before.
Hearing that voice, Nanling Yaohua abruptly opened her eyes and then froze.
As far as her eyes could see, there were only illusions drifting in the darkness, seemingly infinite in number, too many for the naked eye to count.
Those illusions were like giant bubbles, or some kind of special "doors," drifting in the endless darkness, «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» seemingly within reach, but when you truly stretched out your hand to touch them, you found that they were actually very, very far away.
Just as Nanling Yaohua stared at those mirage-like illusions, captivated by their magnificent and dreamlike light, a pair of pale, slender hands, as if reaching out from the void, silently placed themselves on her back.
The next moment, Nanling Yaohua's figure transformed into a streak of fierce light that shot into the sky, dispelling the darkness, tearing through illusions, and breaking through restraints upwards in an incredible manner... like someone who had sunk to the bottom of the sea being rescued and quickly surfacing.
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Ten seconds later, on the dilapidated and crumbling rooftop.
Chatterbox Girl looked down at her own arms, which were scorched and cracked as if carbonized by high temperatures, then looked up at the dark, chaotic lines gradually gathering in the sky, frowned, and murmured.
"Lu Yibei, I can only help her this much; the rest is up to you..."
Theoretically speaking, even Chatterbox Girl couldn't send Nanling Yaohua, who had been banished by the world, back.
However, just a short while ago, recalling the double-ponytail Miss's past and listening to Lu Yibei recount the double-ponytail Miss's experiences over the years gave her a flash of inspiration.
Perhaps she couldn't send her back completely, but Nanling Yaohua had the corrected miracle flower attached to her, and she was holding Lu Yibei's right arm, plus that stubborn, unbroken red thread of fate...
With the help of all these things subtly connected to that world, and using some methods, she could at least descend in a special state, like the double-ponytail Miss, right?
As for how to make Nanling Yaohua return completely, only Lu Yibei could figure that out...
After all, only people from that world could do it, just like...
Information about the double-ponytail Miss flashed through her mind, and Chatterbox Girl quickly shook her head, shaking off the stirring memories. She looked up, gazing at the dark, chaotic lines that almost enveloped the entire sky, and took a deep breath.
This was only the second time in her life she had seen so many dark, chaotic lines.
The last time was when she heard that man's summons and, after much hesitation, finally decided to respond.
"I have a big problem here that I need to deal with first..."
As her voice fell, her right hand, charred as if carbonized, clenched tightly, and a crimson long blade quietly appeared in her palm...
(Sigh, I originally wanted to finish this volume in the next two days, as there isn't much content left, but as the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly... My elderly relative got infected and passed away, and I was holding up, but then I also got infected and feel terrible, so I can only update a little less!
Because I'll be updating less these days, this volume might be finished a few days later. Please bear with me.)
