Chapter 107

Lin Du had just settled in when the courtyard gate was once again knocked on by an uninvited guest.

Feng Yi was by the bed, intently watching the sleeping Lin Du. After a long time, she sighed thoughtfully.

“Master, really, I thought this rebellious person would never do anything in accordance with the heavens. It turns out it was because of this little one.”

“He even had me take out the jade from the divine tomb to resolve your karmic debt.”

Feng Yi steadied herself. “Whatever, he touched the divine body, this thing was his anyway.”

Lin Du didn’t sleep soundly. She was tired, extremely exhausted, but she had a vague nightmare.

In the dream, her hair was white, her face pale, her bones frail. She looked like she was on the verge of death. The demonic master in her family looked at her with a face full of anger, but eventually turned into a sigh.

“Your Dao heart is shattered, why are you still wasting your energy, going against the heavens, is it worth it?”

The Lin Du in the dream laughed, “My Dao heart is shattered, there’s no hope for this life. I might as well use my short lifespan to exchange for supreme peace. Master, after I leave, my eyes are yours. Once you comprehend them, you will surely ascend. Please fulfill my wish then.”

“You even want to manipulate me??” Yan Ye’s unchanging gray eyes flashed with a strange anger, then replaced by a cold sneer.

“Well, my disciple, you’ve been clever since childhood, and you don’t care about your life. Why would I go against the heavens and hang onto the life of someone who wants to die.”

“Now you’ve even calculated your own death, let alone your master’s ascension. How could there be such a rebellious disciple in the world.”

Yan Ye turned and left, but Lin Du clearly saw it – he walked quickly, not because he was angry.

He was crying because of the Lin Du in the dream.

Lin Du almost laughed.

So that’s how to make her demonic master cry?

The dream quickly changed. Lin Du sat on a peak, coldly watching the bustling festivities below, filled with red, auspicious colors.

The banquet was noisy, everyone was happy and lively. Those familiar faces all had smiles, bustling and noisy in the world.

There were so many people in the Supreme Sect.

That’s what was on Lin Du’s mind.

A shout of “The bride and groom are entering the bridal chamber” rang out. Lin Du vaguely recognized it as Yuan Ye’s voice, just more mature.

The second senior brother’s suona was playing loudly, full of joy.

But soon, the suona abruptly stopped, and then the guests dispersed, the red silk was removed.

Her grand-nephew, wearing a red inner robe, was now a blood-soaked garment. His hair was disheveled, he looked like he was going crazy. He struggled, held down by Ju Yuan and Cang Li, making involuntary moans.

Lin Du knew this was a dream, no matter what realm she was in, she couldn’t sit on a peak and see what was happening inside someone’s house.

The young man who was always straight and strong was uncontrollably curled up on the bed, clutching his heart and howling. One hand was stained with blood, tremblingly grasping another person’s hand.

Lin Du was stunned, she looked down at her own hand, and a damp bloodstain appeared on her wrist.

The other person’s hand was still warm.

In the next instant, she was already at Mo Lin’s bed.

Mo Lin’s usually bright star eyes were now dark, with a crazed light. He gripped Lin Du’s wrist and cried, “Little Junior Aunt, Little Junior Aunt…”

“You know me, I can’t live without her, Little Junior Aunt… please, please.”

Lin Du heard herself speaking, “Mo Lin, wake up, this isn’t you, it’s not you at all.”

“Little Junior Aunt, I’m in so much pain, Little Junior Aunt…”

Lin Du suddenly turned her head, her eyes red as she looked at Cang Li, “Second Senior Brother, is there really no way?”

“His soul is fine.”

Lin Du’s voice trembled, “What do you mean, his soul is fine! How could he be fine! How could he dig out his own spirit bone! He’s the first disciple of the Supreme Sect, the 100th generation!”

“He cultivates the Divine Thunder Dao, practices the Hidden Edge Sword, his duty is to eliminate demons, how could he abandon his path for a Dao companion!”

Cang Li pressed down on her shoulder, “Little Junior Sister, you shouldn’t have come, your Dao heart…”

Lin Du suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her heart ached terribly.

Amidst the chaos, she saw the back of the fifth senior brother, Jiang Liang.

Jiang Liang spoke, “There’s no way, it seems his soul is fine, but his physical body is beyond saving, he can only dissolve himself. I found a secret method that can ensure Mo Lin retains his memories after reincarnation and return to the Supreme Sect.”

Lin Du turned abruptly, but the scene was already the Hidden Edge Sword being drawn for the last time.

The blade was aimed at its own master.

Lin Du’s heart ached terribly, she could feel it, she was suffering, the Lin Du in the dream was crying, but…

That wasn’t her.

When had she, Lin Du, ever cried?

Lin Du suddenly returned to the peak, then stumbled and fell. She woke up from this chaotic dream.

Feng Yi looked curiously at the little junior sister who suddenly sat up. The person still had fine sweat on her forehead, her eyes were moist and red, her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, looking pitiful. But when those eyes looked up for a moment, they were like a deep abyss, dark and filled with boundless loneliness and pain.

It startled Feng Yi.

Those weren’t the eyes of a child.

Lin Du covered her heart, frowning, she raised her head and looked at a completely unfamiliar face.

Could it be that she had run out of mental energy, her heart shattered, died, and then transmigrated again?

Lin Du frowned, just about to ask, the door was pushed open.

“Little Junior Sister, my useless disciple is about to have his bones scraped, Old Ma told me to call you,” Ju Yuan’s voice stopped abruptly, he looked cautiously at the person on the bed, “Little Junior Sister, what’s wrong with you?”

Lin Du suddenly laughed, she covered her face, her voice still choked with sobs, a low laugh with a hint of madness, scaring Feng Yi and Ju Yuan.

She laughed for a while, then wiped her tears.

It really was easy to have nightmares when you were under too much stress. It was just a dream.

She hadn’t even formed her Golden Core yet, where did she get a Dao heart.

Mo Lin wouldn’t end up like that in the dream, never.

“It’s nothing, I just dreamt of a monk stealing someone’s well, I thought it was funny.”

She said, quickly getting out of bed. Then she realized her hair was a bit loose, probably looking like a crazy person. She paused, looked at her stunned senior brother, and sighed, “Sorry for making you laugh, Senior Brother.”

Ju Yuan wasn’t laughing, he was scared.

Little Junior Sister looked like this, crazy like Master Yan Ye when he didn’t know what he saw in the divine tomb.

He looked at Feng Yi in a panic, “Seventh Junior Sister, what’s going on with Little Junior Sister? Don’t go crazy.”

Lin Du had already re-tied her hair, and took a hairnet to gather the loose strands.

Her hair was burnt by the second senior brother, there were too many loose strands, she was struggling to deal with it.

A pair of hands suddenly took over the hairnet, “Let me do it.”

Lin Du obediently let go, her nose caught a whiff of a rare orchid fragrance.

Feng Yi tied Lin Du’s hair, fixing all the loose strands, and said calmly, “Master went crazy like this back then, it’s normal for Little Junior Sister to be like this.”

Ju Yuan: … It sounds reasonable, but it’s a little unreasonable.

Feng Yi took a wet cloth and wiped Lin Du’s face, then said, “You had a nightmare just now, your face is wet with tears, wipe it properly, and put on some fragrant ointment.”

Lin Du paused, and called out, “Seventh Senior Sister?”

“Yes, it’s me.” Feng Yi patted her head, “Let’s go, it’ll be too late if we don’t hurry.”