Chapter Eight: The Wordless Heavenly Book

“What?”

The Pure Wind True Lord did not expect that Yu Wanqiao had kept two pieces after all.

“Master, I know that I have deeply disappointed you now, yet you refuse to give up on me. You have been so good to me, and I do not want you to suffer because of me—just as when you once brought me into the Xuantian Sect.”

Looking at the two snow lotus petals in Yu Wanqiao’s palm, his expression grew complicated.

“Master.”

Yu Wanqiao urged him twice.

Only then did the Pure Wind True Lord come to his senses and took the two snow lotus petals from Yu Wanqiao’s hand.

Though few in number, they were enough to alleviate the injuries he had suffered all those years ago.

He had never imagined that after hundreds of years, Yu Wanqiao would still play a part in healing his wounds.

Before leaving, he cast a deep gaze upon Yu Wanqiao.

“Wanqiao, those who aspire to greatness must cultivate a calm spirit. Remember this well.”

“Yes.”

After the Pure Wind True Lord departed, Yu Wanqiao resumed her meditation.

Although the snow lotus had repaired her meridians, it had not been refined through the furnace, so it retained a certain toxicity.

The snow lotus was cold in nature and had now accumulated inside her body.

While she possessed dual spiritual roots, her primary cultivation was in the Thunder Spiritual Root.

As for the Water Spiritual Root, for some reason, she had never been able to utilize it effectively.

In the cultivation world, there were five main spiritual roots: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.

There was also a special one—the Thunder Spiritual Root.

It could manipulate lightning and thunder, wielding immense power.

Because of this, Yu Wanqiao had somewhat neglected her Water Spiritual Root.

Fortunately, the existence of the Water Spiritual Root allowed her to resist the chill of the snow lotus.

Although the Pure Wind True Lord had just cleared the accumulated cold within her, she had yet to fully digest such a large snow lotus.

Taking the whole lotus to refine elixirs would provide her with a slow and steady benefit.

It was a pity, though, that there were always some who looked down upon her.

Still, her ruse had worked.

The Pure Wind True Lord had indeed been moved by pity.

Thankfully, she had secretly hidden two petals while Xie Wenyun was not paying attention.

In the end, the Pure Wind True Lord was still indebted to her.

The snow lotus ultimately fell into his hands.

Yu Wanqiao calculated that two petals were already enough.

She immediately brought up childhood matters, and the Pure Wind True Lord relented, returning the Lanshadow Pavilion to her.

Now, all that remained was for Bai Chuwei to come and pack her things to return to her original residence.

Her scheme to frame Bai Chuwei had been dropped after she had destroyed her own life sword.

***

Xie Wenyun and the others did not mention it, but the Pure Wind True Lord was as clear as a mirror in his heart and had likely taken it to heart.

After more than a decade together, Yu Wanqiao had come to understand the Pure Wind True Lord thoroughly.

He had sensed something amiss and had repeatedly uncovered Yu Wanqiao’s plans.

But what did that matter? The harm she suffered in the past had deeply wounded her heart.

As for her self-destruction of the life sword, she could not escape that fate.

She did not know what awaited her then.

For now, her utmost priority was to fully claim the snow lotus within her body for her own use.

No matter what, she must survive this.

When the time came, she would descend the mountain to seek a certain object.

...

Half a month had passed.

Yu Wanqiao had recovered considerably in the Lanshadow Pavilion.

By the Pure Wind True Lord’s order, no one was allowed near the pavilion.

Only Bai Chuwei was permitted to come and pack her belongings.

She came to find Yu Wanqiao.

“Senior sister, I’m sorry.”

Yu Wanqiao merely glanced at her.

“What fault have you committed?”

After all, Bai Chuwei had never truly harmed her.

She had even tried to defend her, but it was all in vain, only earning them all glaring at Yu Wanqiao with wide eyes.

“You threatened Weiwei again! Weiwei, don’t be afraid, we won’t let you be bullied!”

Over time, Yu Wanqiao realized that everything Xie Wenyun and the others had done was for her own sake.

She became silent and withdrawn, no longer offering explanations.

People were selfish, Yu Wanqiao understood that, but she had no intention of forgiving them.

“I... I shouldn’t have taken senior sister’s things…”

Yu Wanqiao sighed deeply.

“Bai Chuwei, it is precisely because of your attitude that they have repeatedly slandered me. I have done nothing wrong. You know they took resources from me and gave them to you, and you never questioned it but accepted them without a second thought. You should realize by now that we will never get along in this lifetime.”

Bai Chuwei’s face flushed red.

Since childhood, she had learned that appearing fragile could earn others’ sympathy.

But that trick never worked here.

She was the daughter of the Human Realm’s emperor—a cherished little princess.

Because she loved cultivation, the emperor had sent her to the Xuantian Sect.

This was also why, despite her lack of cultivation talent and no spiritual root detected, she was still accepted as the disciple of the Pure Wind True Lord.

She had been pampered all her life.

***

“Go.”

Bai Chuwei pressed her lips, said no more, and turned to leave.

She returned to the residence originally prepared for her by the Xuantian Sect.

The decor here was far superior to the Lanshadow Pavilion.

She did not understand why Yu Wanqiao disliked this place.

She had only lived in the Lanshadow Pavilion because its aura was rich, allowing her to cultivate better.

But now, no matter how unwilling she and the senior brothers were, the Pure Wind True Lord had spoken, and she could only leave.

After Xie Wenyun was punished, he disappeared from sight.

She tried to find him but was frightened to tears by his angry shouting.

Carrying pastries, she left weeping.

No, this was wrong—everything was wrong.

Bai Chuwei sat on her bed and opened her luggage.

In her hand was a book.

She had unexpectedly obtained this book in the palace.

She had found it along the way.

Because of the contents of this book, she had decided to come to the Xuantian Sect.

She vaguely sensed that the book told her own story.

Sure enough, after arriving at the Xuantian Sect, she found everything matched the book’s account without deviation.

Moreover, after she read it, the book became wordless.

She had even asked a palace maid nearby to glance at it.

The maid confirmed that the words had vanished into thin air.

But later, she discovered that everything she experienced was recorded in the book, with words appearing out of nowhere.

It matched perfectly with what she had read before.

She began to suspect it was all false.

So, relying on her memory and the book’s contents, she tried to deviate from the predicted path.

Yet she found that it was recorded as well, and in the end, the story always returned to its original course.

Thus, she began to wait, waiting for what the book foretold.

A monk came to the palace.

He told her that she was the destined daughter of this world and that the book had been bestowed upon her by him.

He had discovered that this world was not following the original course, so he had no choice but to reveal everything to Bai Chuwei.

He hoped she would follow the book’s path anew, filling the wordless pages, signifying that the story had returned to its proper track.