Chapter 32: A Pinky Promise
Daoist Ziyang’s actions were indeed despicable, but if his plan had succeeded, no one would have denied that he was the successor to True Person Fengyin’s lineage.
After all, True Person Fengyin was dead, and Daoist Ziyang had obtained her inheritance. Under normal circumstances, he would be considered her successor.
Unfortunately, True Person Fengyin’s last remaining wisp of soul had been awakened by Su Yiyao’s spiritual power, and she had come out to slap Daoist Ziyang in the face.
And just after everything ended, Luo Xue fell into a coma, on the verge of death.
It was True Person Fengyin who used her last bit of strength to maintain this last sliver of life.
However…
“True Person Fengyin has completely dissipated…”
Luo Xue sighed. Although she had only met True Person Fengyin briefly, she wasn’t unfamiliar with her during this period.
Su Yiyao carefully tended to Luo Xue’s injuries. Luo Xue’s heart had been almost pierced, and her left arm was nearly severed, hanging limply.
The poisonous blood flowing from the wounds didn’t seem to affect objects much, but once it touched living beings, it would instantly corrode them. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn’t withstand it.
Su Yiyao had also received a warning from True Person Fengyin and was extremely careful when bandaging Luo Xue’s wounds.
Even so, her delicate hands were still corroded by the blood, leaving them pitted and scarred.
“Let me do it myself.”
Luo Xue saw this and shook her head at Su Yiyao.
“…Okay.”
Su Yiyao obediently retracted her hands.
Luo Xue picked out the clumsily tied bandages and re-bandaged herself.
Meanwhile, Su Yiyao stood up, took the coffin lid, and clumsily paddled.
“Xiao Yao, how long have I been unconscious?”
Luo Xue asked softly, still feeling very weak.
“Huh? Let me count, one, two…”
Hearing this, Su Yiyao stopped paddling and counted on her fingers.
“About four or five days, I think?”
“Four or five days…”
She had been unconscious for so long?
But it was true, Luo Xue’s injuries had been very serious.
True Person Fengyin, at the cost of her soul dissipating, could probably only barely save her life. Her injuries were still severe.
What’s worse, Luo Xue took a moment to check the panel.
For some reason, she hadn’t received any new survival points, nor had she received any notification of completing a dangerous event.
And now…
Although they had dealt with the crazed Daoist Ziyang, their escape was far from over.
Compared to Daoist Ziyang, the dangers of the swamp were truly deadly.
The surrounding area was a boundless, poisonous swamp, filled with various powerful beasts.
Luo Xue could sense more than a dozen terrifying existences of unknown strength lurking around, eyeing them covetously.
If not for the faint extraordinary aura emanating from the coffin, which deterred them, Luo Xue and Su Yiyao would have become their food the moment they stepped onto the swamp.
And Luo Xue only had five survival points left, not even enough to heal her injuries.
“Gurgle…”
Just then, Luo Xue’s stomach growled inappropriately.
She was only at the peak of the Post-Heaven Realm; she would need to reach at least the Spirit Condensation Realm to be able to abstain from food.
“Ah Chou, are you hungry again?” Su Yiyao’s expression became tense. After hesitating for a while, she continued, “I’m sorry, I saw that Ah Chou was about to die these past few days, so I fed you…”
She lowered her head, her gaze constantly darting towards a corner of the coffin.
Luo Xue followed her gaze and saw several small, hideous-looking beasts struggling.
The beasts’ bodies had been bludgeoned, and foul-smelling blood was slowly flowing out.
“Beast blood?”
Luo Xue asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Su Yiyao was on the verge of tears.
“We ran out of rations, so I had to give Ah Chou this to drink…”
“Xiao Yao.”
Just as Su Yiyao was feeling lost, Luo Xue interrupted her softly.
She looked into Su Yiyao’s eyes and smiled faintly.
“Thank you.”
“Huh?” Su Yiyao was stunned. “But…”
“Thank you, Xiao Yao,” Luo Xue lowered her eyelids. “To survive, it doesn’t matter what I eat… I’ve eaten things far more disgusting than this.”
In the apocalyptic world, survival was the only thing she could do.
Moreover.
Luo Xue discovered that she had completely lost her sense of taste, and even her sense of smell had become extremely weak.
Not only that, but her five senses, which should have been extremely sharp in the Post-Heaven Realm, seemed to be gradually losing their effectiveness.
Luo Xue suddenly had a terrifying thought.
The reason she hadn’t been deemed to have completed the dangerous event was because… she hadn’t completed it.
She hadn’t survived this dangerous event.
True Person Fengyin hadn’t been able to save her life. Her destined death was approaching.
Realizing this, Luo Xue wasn’t afraid, but rather felt a sense of relief.
At least she had escaped the demon’s lair and killed the demon… allowing Xiao Yao to have a chance at survival.
Luo Xue looked at Su Yiyao, her gaze softening, a faint smile on her lips.
Such a good girl, how could fate bear to let her die so young?
“Xiao Yao.”
Luo Xue called out softly again.
“Huh?” Su Yiyao, who was vigorously paddling the coffin, looked up, immediately becoming nervous. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?”
Luo Xue shook her head, struggling to raise her right arm, and gently stroked Su Yiyao’s messy bangs.
“…Live well.”
“Ah Chou…”
Tears welled up in Su Yiyao’s large eyes.
“You’re saying that again, I… I don’t know why, but it makes me very sad…”
“It’s like when True Person Fengyin disappeared, I was sad.”
“No, it’s not right… I’m much, much sadder!”
Luo Xue smiled. Her burns had healed considerably, and her smile revealed a rare hint of delicate beauty.
But in Su Yiyao’s eyes, Ah Chou was the most beautiful and adorable person in the world.
It was her Ah Chou.
“Don’t say that, okay, Ah Chou.” Su Yiyao gently held Luo Xue’s face, pouting slightly in dissatisfaction. “You have to live well too, live well together!”
Luo Xue didn’t answer immediately. She slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she looked up at the sky.
It seemed like a long time since she had seen sunlight. The gray, boundless sky was just like the boundless, poisonous swamp, like a cage from which there was no escape.
“Okay.”
She nodded slightly.
“Let’s make a pinky promise!”
Su Yiyao extended her little hand, hooking her pinky finger in front of Luo Xue.
“Okay, a pinky promise.”
Luo Xue raised her hand and hooked her pinky with Su Yiyao’s.
“Pinky promise, a hundred years, no changing!”
Su Yiyao chanted, pressing her thumb against Luo Xue’s and gently shaking it.
“Ah Chou and Xiao Yao will live well together, forever.”
“Pinky promise, a hundred years, no changing…”
Luo Xue repeated softly, looking at Su Yiyao with a smile in her eyes.
“We… will both live well.”
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