Bai Ling felt quite disappointed as her vanity wasn’t satisfied.
She kept regretting and blaming herself, thinking that if she had spent a few less days in the demon realm and returned before Tang Muxi and the others broke through, she could have enjoyed the envious and admiring gazes.
Now that everyone was at the Nascent Soul stage, her insignificant pride and arrogance had completely dissipated.
Exhausted from the long journey, she lost interest in chatting and took the opportunity to excuse herself, returning to her courtyard for a good rest.
As soon as Bai Ling left, Wen Mingyu also felt restless and stood up, saying, “I’ll go check on her,” before quickly following.
It had been some time since she last saw Bai Ling, and she wondered if anyone had been bothering her.
Earlier, she had clearly seen a beautifully crafted red silk and white jade knot in Bai Ling’s hair.
With their departure, the room suddenly became quiet.
Recently, Tang Muxi had been sulking with Jiang Yin, pretending not to see her.
Today was even worse, as she didn’t even prepare tableware for her.
Fortunately, Wen Fei quickly handed a set to Jiang Yin, preventing the situation from escalating.
With the lively little snow fox gone, leaving only herself, Wen Fei found it hard to continue.
She sat uncomfortably, sipping tea, and keenly sensed the undercurrents beneath the calm atmosphere.
She cleared her throat and stood up, saying, “I’ve had an insight into alchemy, so I’ll go practice.”
Tang Muxi immediately stood up as well, “Master, wait, I want to observe too.
Maybe I can improve further.”
Wen Fei quickly stopped her, “No need!
Ahem, my path is different from yours, observing won’t help.”
She glanced at Jiang Yin, who hadn’t spoken since the meal began, and hinted, “You’ve reached the pinnacle in alchemy, and the heavenly stage requires fate, not force.
It might be better to…
resolve matters with your lover first.
The path of immortality is long, and having someone by your side prevents loneliness.”
After speaking, Wen Fei felt she had overstepped, sighed, and left the room without saying more.
Tang Muxi stood there, stunned.
Lover.
So, in her master’s eyes, she and Senior Sister were in such a relationship.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at Jiang Yin from the corner of her eye.
That day, the heavenly thunder was fierce, and the robe made of cold jade silk was damaged, leaving only a heart-protecting scale at her chest.
Jiang Yin kept the damaged clothing, added a hole to the heart-protecting scale, and wore it around her neck at all times.
Golden scales on a snowy neck, as beautiful as a celestial being.
Tang Muxi sat back down absentmindedly, her eyes dim.
Jiang Yin was also distracted by the word “lover,” her throat burning.
She opened her lips slightly, wanting to speak to Tang Muxi, but stopped when she saw her turn away, pursing her lips and swallowing all her words.
Was she wrong?
Jiang Yin grew more confused, not knowing where she went wrong.
If one day her junior sister truly wanted to leave her, separated by life and death, she would indeed take her life first.
Whether refining her soul or turning her body into a puppet, she wouldn’t let her go.
As long as she was alive, she wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her.
She wasn’t kind, nor would she soften, she had always been this way.
The Illusory God and Imprisoning Demon Sword, who were secretly watching the two, were anxious as they saw them not speaking.
They wished they could press their heads together to make them apologize to each other.
But as artifacts, they could only think about it.
The Illusory God pondered for a moment, then swiftly took Jiang Yin’s folded damaged robe and transformed, slowly walking towards the two.
Recently, she had slightly altered her appearance, still resembling Tang Muxi by seventy percent, but her demeanor and makeup were vastly different, making it easy to distinguish.
“Master,” she said, holding a red dress in her hands.
“I heard from Lord Wen that she has some extra cold jade silk.
This earth-grade robe is damaged.
Shouldn’t it be repaired?”
Tang Muxi immediately recognized it as the dress she had given to her Senior Sister, feeling a bit complicated inside.
She instinctively turned her head to look at Jiang Yin, only to find that Jiang Yin was also looking at her.
Their eyes met, and after a brief moment of understanding, they both looked away.
Tang Muxi was still wearing the white one, similar in style to the red one.
But the red robe was already ruined, and now she and Jiang Yin were no longer dressed alike.
“The clothes have already been given away, asking me is useless,” Tang Muxi thought to herself.
This robe had taken a lot of effort, high in grade and powerful, not only beautiful but also an important means of protection.
Jiang Yin wearing it could protect her from attacks at the transformation stage, which was reassuring.
Recently, she often dreamed of someone asking her for help.
Tang Muxi couldn’t remain indifferent, and she feared she would soon have to make a trip to the Nine Fiends’ capital.
Repairing it quickly could also protect her Senior Sister.
Jiang Yin heard her not refusing, knowing it was a signal of compromise and reconciliation, and immediately followed up, “Repair it, I really like it.”
The last four words were said while looking at Tang Muxi, leaving it unclear what exactly she liked.
Tang Muxi pursed her lips and took the dress from the Illusion God’s hands.
Coincidentally having nothing to do, she got up and went to the alchemy room.
The Illusory God saw her about to leave, her heart suddenly hanging, but fortunately, Jiang Yin didn’t just sit there foolishly and got up to follow her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that today’s efforts were not in vain, and went to find Wen Mingyu to quickly ask for some cold jade silk.
In the afternoon, Tang Muxi was in the alchemy room repairing the robe, with Jiang Yin watching by her side.
This time, as it concerned safety, she didn’t ignore the other party and occasionally asked about places that needed changes.
Jiang Yin didn’t care much about clothes, so she simply followed the original design.
The robe was too severely damaged, with only two feathers of the swan left, and all the surface runes were damaged.
Tang Muxi took a small section of spirit wood from the Primordial Tree as a replacement, using cold jade silk to protect and pull it together, remaking it.
She still remembered the promise to give one to her master, so she made one for her as well.
Two sets in total, starting in the afternoon and finishing by late night.
Earth-grade top quality, when the clothes were completed, golden light shone all around.
Tang Muxi stood up, looking slightly tired.
Before she could rub her sore shoulders, a pair of cool, soft hands gently pressed on them.
Tang Muxi was startled, remembering that her Senior Sister was still beside her.
Feeling awkward yet relieved at the same time.
“Why wait so long, aren’t you bored?”
she asked softly, handing one of the garments to Jiang Yin.
“Here, see if it fits.
If there’s anything to change, say it early.
I won’t change it later.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she paused, remembering she had said the exact same thing last time, feeling a sudden sense of relief and joy.
Jiang Yin took it and put it on directly, her slender fingers pinching the hem of the dress, the red and white matching beautifully.
“It’s great, I really like it.”
These words were again said while looking into Tang Muxi’s eyes, the tone light, making it hard to grasp.
Tang Muxi felt uncomfortable being looked at, closed her eyes, and said sullenly, “Again with the liking, you’re really good at talking today, saying you like everything. What, aren’t you going to punish me? I clearly saw you infuse blood into the clothes earlier.”
This robe took a lot of effort, powerful, requiring blood to activate the array.
Last time Jiang Yin didn’t know, but this time she saw it with her own eyes and didn’t get angry.
Jiang Yin’s gaze softened, shaking her head.
“You only took a small amount of blood, not harming yourself, and didn’t add it to the one for the master to avoid detection.
You didn’t violate the agreement, so why would I be angry?”
She finished speaking, seeing Tang Muxi still unwilling to look at her, and smiled, “Instead, it’s you, holding a grudge all this time, surely still blaming me.”
“How could I not blame you?”
Tang Muxi couldn’t just laugh it off when she brought it up again.
“You locked me up, not wanting me to act, but if I didn’t act, where would the hope of surviving that last tribulation be?”
Thinking back now, she still felt a lingering fear.
She almost watched her Senior Sister get struck down in front of her.
That kind of despair, she never wanted to experience again.
“This matter was my oversight, will you forgive me?”
Originally thinking they would argue again, Jiang Yin unexpectedly admitted her mistake directly.
Tang Muxi was stunned, and only came back to her senses when Senior Sister repeated herself.
The grievances she had endured for days finally burst out.
“Forgive?
I will never forgive you!
That tribulation wasn’t necessary at all.
If I had stepped in, it wouldn’t have struck me!
But you insisted on torturing yourself and making me worry!
Jiang Yin, you big demon, I’ll remember this for the rest of my life!”
As Tang Muxi spoke, tears began to fall.
When she picked up the Illusion God and saw the five-colored spiritual light dispel the thunderclouds, she immediately realized.
Her strength wasn’t great enough to fight against the heavens, and the retreat of the thunderclouds was merely due to the heavens’ compassion.
If she had stepped in from the start, or if they had faced it together, not a single bolt of heavenly lightning would have fallen, and they would have ascended with auspicious clouds and rain.
The fact that Senior Sister almost died was solely because the other party was stubborn.
The more Tang Muxi thought about it, the angrier she got, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
She cried quietly, and with her heart full of anger, she only gritted her teeth and sniffled without making an annoying noise.
She was gentle and cute, which made her even more pitiful.
Jiang Yin stepped forward and held her, gently kissing away the salty tears.
“Not forgiving is fine, blame me all you want, as long as you don’t ignore Senior Sister anymore, blame me however you like.”
With one sentence, she expressed the bitterness of the past few days.
Tang Muxi cried for a long time, and when she finally stopped, she was still a bit choked up.
“Sorry, I won’t do this again in the future.”
Jiang Yin picked up a handkerchief to wipe her face, and said, “Which way?
Ignoring me on purpose, or exchanging life for life?”
She knew that Tang Muxi wouldn’t reason with her while crying, so she waited until things were almost settled to bring it up.
Tang Muxi panicked a little when she heard this.
If what happened later was Jiang Yin’s fault, then the Netherworld Talisman earlier was her fault.
Although they were lucky to be unharmed, at the time, both of them thought it was a certain death situation.
In truth, she wasn’t in the right either.
She subconsciously didn’t mention it, just wanting to brush it off.
She didn’t expect the big demon to have such a good memory, and her crying and fussing hadn’t made her forget.
“Um, I suddenly remembered that the master’s robe is finished, and it’s really not right to keep her waiting so long.
How about I deliver it now…”
Tang Muxi said as she tried to get up and break free from Jiang Yin’s embrace.
But Jiang Yin wouldn’t allow it, and with a firm grip, she locked her tightly in her arms.
“It’s already late at night, where does Junior Sister want to go?
The elder has long been asleep, so let’s not disturb her.”
She pressed her face against Tang Muxi’s fragile neck, “Why not answer Senior Sister’s question first?”
Tang Muxi’s body trembled.
