I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 131

From the moment of the ritual with the lotus, the obsession dissipated until Yujin's death. For the parties involved, time felt interminable, while for bystanders, it was but a fleeting moment.

Not long ago, the pristine Qinglian Lake was left with nothing but a pool of dead water soaked in ashes. With Yujin's last breath, the "Lord of Qinglian," who had been standing dazed on a lotus leaf, quietly collapsed, turning into a cluster of black ashes floating on the lake's surface.

Among the surrounding cultivators were several from the Outer Heavens. They quickly discerned something amiss and exclaimed, "The Lord of Qinglian seems to have been controlled by the sect leader's puppet technique..."

Initially bewildered by the bizarre turn of events, the cultivators gradually regained their composure, whispering among themselves. Standing nearby, Shang Can was not in the mood to listen to their chatter. She took a few steps toward Yunduan, pulling her away from Yujin's corpse, and whispered with concern, "She didn't say anything unpleasant to you, did she?"

Regarding Yujin's death, Shang Can did not feel particularly sorrowful; it was more of a complex emotion. Perhaps due to her half-demon heritage, she felt more regret for the ritual with the lotus than for Yujin and had nothing much to say. If Yunduan hadn't mentioned wanting to speak to Yujin one last time, Shang Can would have likely allowed Yujin to die alone.

Even though she followed Yunduan's request, Shang Can couldn't shake the feeling that Yujin was quite stubborn—this seemed to be a common flaw among all cultivators from the Outer Heavens. Looking at the current situation, the root cause was most likely the poor example set by leadership. Though she distanced herself out of consideration and did not deliberately eavesdrop on their conversation, worry was inevitable. At that moment, Yunduan, whom she had pulled closer, seemed a bit dazed. Fortunately, as Shang Can furrowed her brow, Yunduan came to her senses, slightly shook her head, and softly replied, "She said... she envies us."

As Yunduan spoke, there was a hint of wistfulness in her tone, and she instinctively leaned closer to Shang Can. Just as she began to move closer, a commotion erupted from the nearby crowd of cultivators, followed by the dull clanging of metal clashing, causing her to halt.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The stern and imposing voice of Chu Ming rang out. The two turned to see him pressing his unsheathed sword forcefully against a cultivator's hand. The cultivator's hand was resting on the hilt of his sword, and despite several attempts, he couldn't break free, looking both embarrassed and awkward.

Clearly, Chu Ming had quickly stopped the cultivator when he attempted to draw his sword and sternly said, "The leader of the Outer Heavens, Yujin, who set a trap to harm us, is dead. Why are you still trying to draw your sword?"

Everyone turned to look at the restrained cultivator. His face turned pale, and his eyes darted towards Shang Can's direction. After a long pause, he grit his teeth and shouted, "Can... Can is still here; how can we let our guard down!"

His shout was deafening, and the attendees suddenly remembered the issue at hand, turning their attention to Shang Can. She had quietly extinguished the heavenly fire of Qinglian Lake, her eyes, which had shone with a golden hue, now dimmed, as she stood beside Yunduan with an innocent expression.

Although she had just been submerged in the lake for quite a while, Shang Can had dried herself thoroughly after breaking free from her shackles, with only the tips of her hair still slightly damp. She looked exceptionally graceful and charming, reminiscent of the brightness of the sun and moon. If they hadn't just witnessed her commanding the heavenly fire as if it were part of her own body, no one would connect her to the rumored Can.