“Get out! Get out right now!”
“Reflect on your actions! I don’t want to see you until you truly realize your mistake!”
Night fell. In the pitch-black bedroom, Su Wanwan sat alone at the head of her bed, both hands covering her face, unmoving for a long while.
“Impossible… I am Su Wanwan… Lin Mo’s teacher… a woman who admires him… I absolutely can’t be…”
Su Wanwan stood up, biting her lip as she struggled inwardly. After a moment, a faint green glow flickered at her fingertips. With a delicate shout, she called, “Sword, come!”
“Impossible!”
In no time, a sword appeared in Su Wanwan’s hand, exuding an icy blue aura—a sword for female cultivators.
“This…!”
A surge of agitation struck her heart, causing thin traces of blood to ooze from Su Wanwan’s rosy lips. Before long, she sat cross-legged and let her heart sink into stillness.
“A body this frail… Can this be called a Sacred Body…?”
“Still not even at the entry stage… Su Wanwan…”
“If this continues, there’s no telling whether this body will last even five days…”
“Hmm? What’s this… Inside my body… there’s a thread of scorching, vast spiritual power… I have a feeling… if I absorb it… my Sacred Body will reach Minor Achievement… I will have no more worries about my life…”
“This position…”
In an instant, Su Wanwan’s flawless face was covered in frost… then, moments later, turned to deep indignation… and soon after to a wounded resentment that had no place in her heart… until finally she hung her head with a look as if she was about to cry…
It’s over!
Did he do it on purpose or was it an accident?
What were you thinking, Lin Mo!
You, you, you, you, you!
I never want to see Lin Mo again!
He actually dared to… actually dared to…
But… she’s his teacher… a woman who admires him… the woman destined to be his bride… this act is justifiable, even legal… but, but—
“Accursed fate!”
“Su Wanwan! You ruined everything! You fool!”
“It’s all my fault, huh! I’m Su Wanwan! I’m his teacher! I don’t think it’s a big deal! It’s just that… hmph, Lin Mo did go a bit too far! But as his teacher, I believe it was an accident! Definitely not deliberate!”
“Besides! I’ve always admired him! I’m Su Wanwan! I’m not anyone else! Even if it happened, so what?”
“You keep saying you’re Su Wanwan! Fine, I ask you! Then explain the Bingyu Sword! Give me a reasonable explanation! Convince me, go on!”
“Bingyu Sword! Why ask me? Who should I ask? How should I know where this sword came from! Maybe it’s a gift from the system? System! System! Is this your doing? Say something!”
The system was mute.
Her system would never speak.
Now there was no way to prove anything.
“You see! You can’t explain it! If you won’t, I will! Isn’t it possible that you’re not anyone else, that you are indeed his mas—”
“Enough! Stop spouting nonsense and disturbing my Dao heart! If I really am his master… wouldn’t that be an irredeemable mistake! When I return to the Immortal Realm in the future, how will I face the Su Clan disciples! How will I face Wei Lin, Wei Leng, Immortal Qingxuan, Immortal Huoyun, and so many other colleagues…”
“Face reality! Escaping does you no good! Fine, even if you won’t explain the Bingyu Sword, answer me this! In that moment just now, didn’t you also think that if you severed karma, you would be stuck there, never to return! You clearly could have cut it off! Why did you hesitate? Why did you come back!”
“I…”
“You think fulfilling your long-cherished wish to restore the Su Clan’s glory in the Immortal Realm would make me lose my senses? Su Wanwan! You may hide it well on the surface, but you can’t fool me! You’re no Immortal Su! You are Su Wanwan!”
“You’re right! I’m his teacher! Since you admit it, what else is there to say!”
“I’m not finished! You’re his teacher! But you also—”
“Enough! I don’t want to hear it! You don’t need to say any more! Why make it so blunt!”
Her fair, lovely face drained of all color, Su Wanwan hung her head in despair. She looked like a fallen fairy tainted by mortal dust. For a moment, even the thin black veil between her legs seemed unbearably shameful; she knew well what it symbolized, and yet…
Vague, forbidden scenes flashed through her mind—things that absolutely could not, must not happen. Images that should never exist in her heart. Her cold, pretty face flushed hot and red. She was angry, yet not; not angry, yet not at ease—truly like shattered porcelain, her feelings a jumbled mess.
“I am Su Wanwan, his teacher…”
A deep, heavy sigh: “Sigh… even so, from now on, best to see him less… or not at all…”
“I, Su Wanwan, am useless… to have taught such an unruly, unfilial disciple… I am unworthy as a teacher…”
“It was supposed to be a good thing… at last, to have taken a real first step with Lin Mo… but why… has everything changed…”
“It’s all your fault… Su Wanwan… you’ve ruined my mood… and how am I supposed to face Lin Mo after this… I still have to teach in class… but…”
Suddenly, Su Wanwan’s phoenix eyes widened: “Absolutely not! Do you know what that scorching power truly is!”
“I’m going to refine it! Who cares what you think!”
“I’m already heartbroken, already heartbroken! Between heartbreak and survival, I have to choose at least one! I’ve lost enough!”
Despite her words, when Su Wanwan truly attempted to refine it, her heart trembled violently again and again. Her beautiful face would sometimes freeze with icy coldness, sometimes flush with shy embarrassment, sometimes twist in overwhelming shame, sometimes fall into inexplicable despair. All these emotions, in the end, turned into a long, drawn-out sigh, and two lines of tears finally slid down her cheeks.
She could feel every cell in her body singing with joy, but that joy only brought her deeper pain.
She felt as if she would break apart completely.