Chapter 3: No More Ripples

Lin Qingling pondered for a moment before summoning her eldest disciple, Luo Mingyue.

Luo Mingyue was her first disciple and could be considered a standout among the younger generation. Because she was obsessed with the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art*, she was ostracized by others in the sect. There were not many people on Ruthless Peak; all told, there were only four disciples. Among them, Luo Mingyue was the most steady.

Lin Qingling took out a jade slip and instructed her carefully: "Mingyue, this is the resonance jade slip for the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art*. Someone has successfully mastered the art, and the jade slip has reacted accordingly. It is a major event that the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art* has a successor, but I have yet to finish refining my pills and cannot leave for the moment. I will entrust the task of finding this successor to you. Remember, the closer you are to the person who has mastered it, the brighter the light will shine. Search carefully; once you find them, you will inevitably have a new junior sister or brother."

There was a hint of gratification in Lin Qingling’s tone.

A thousand years.

The Sword Sect had finally produced a genius who could cultivate the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art*. With this, that sword manual would finally have a chance to be revealed to the world.

"Understood." Luo Mingyue accepted the jade slip, her expression solemn as she responded.

"Go." Lin Qingling waved her hand.

Luo Mingyue bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Looking at the jade slip, a joyful smile appeared on her lips.

That someone could master the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art* had been her master's long-cherished wish for many years. Now that such a genius had truly appeared, her master could finally put that wish to rest.

Whether it was a junior brother or sister, she should find them as soon as possible.

Filled with joy, Luo Mingyue set off to find the person.

Several days later.

Li Shuang looked at the Sword Sect's mountain gate, her eyes calm.

She had returned.

The snow monsters on the snowy mountain had been terrified by her, leaving only a few scattered ones wandering about. After cultivating the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art*, her senses had become exceptionally sharp. Li Shuang had carefully avoided the snow monsters and the biting winds, only then managing to descend the mountain safely.

True Person Lingxu had said that from then on, she was no longer his disciple.

She shouldn't have come back.

However.

This *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art* was a supreme technique of the Sword Sect. Since she had learned this cultivation method, it was only right and proper to report it to the sect.

So this time.

Although she had returned to the sect, she did not intend to see the people of Lingxu Peak; she only planned to go directly to request an audience with the Sect Master.

On her way to the peak where the Sect Master resided, Li Shuang passed by the Scripture Library.

A familiar voice reached her ears.

"Zhaozhao, you are currently lacking a useful sword technique. It is a good time to go into the Scripture Library and pick one out. I have saved up some contribution points; you can use them first," Sheng Yuan said gently.

The junior sister had resisted so many snow monsters alone this time and was heavily injured. He had to make it up to her properly.

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother." Ye Zhaozhao's voice was sweet. "Master also gifted me some points. If Second Senior Brother lends me some more, I should be able to secure a top-tier sword technique."

"Why talk of lending? What is mine is yours," Sheng Yuan said with a smile.

Ye Zhaozhao's face flushed slightly, and she responded softly.

Li Shuang fell silent.

She had no intention of seeing the people from Lingxu Peak, but as fate would have it, they had run straight into each other.

Li Shuang couldn't help but want to change direction.

Just as she turned around.

Ye Zhaozhao's surprised voice rang out: "Eldest Senior Sister! You're back?"

Sheng Yuan couldn't help but look over as well.

He frowned in dissatisfaction: "Eldest Senior Sister, since you have returned, why don't you go to Lingxu Peak to beg for forgiveness! You still owe Junior Sister an apology!"

Li Shuang's expression did not change in the slightest, and she stepped forward to leave.

Provoked by her attitude, Sheng Yuan drew his sword and thrust it directly at Li Shuang!

Li Shuang frowned. She tried her best to channel her spiritual energy to resist, but her cultivation was too low now. She could only barely avoid a fatal blow, but the sword still left a long, bloody gash on her body.

A look of shock appeared on Sheng Yuan's face, and his hand holding the Chenshui Sword began to tremble.

What was going on?

He hadn't even used one-tenth of his strength in that strike; how could his senior sister fail to dodge it?

Fighting within the sect was strictly prohibited, and he hadn't truly wanted to hurt Li Shuang.

He just wanted his senior sister to apologize to Zhaozhao!

"Eldest Senior Sister, why didn't you dodge!" Ye Zhaozhao's eyes flickered as she said, "Oh dear, you let Second Senior Brother stab you on purpose; Second Senior Brother is going to be punished for this!"

At Ye Zhaozhao's words, Sheng Yuan's gaze turned cold.

So that was the Eldest Senior Sister's intention!

She had deliberately made him incur the punishment for harming a fellow disciple!

Back on the snowy mountain, she had abandoned Zhaozhao and all of them; they hadn't even settled that score with her yet.

And now she was acting shamelessly again!

Suppressing his anger, Sheng Yuan said coldly: "Eldest Senior Sister, you truly are deep in your schemes! Are you regretting that you didn't manage to kill us on the snowy mountain?"

The wound was bleeding incessantly. Li Shuang channeled her spiritual energy to barely stop the bleeding, then raised her eyes to look at the furious Sheng Yuan.

This was her Second Junior Brother.

When Sheng Yuan first came to the mountain, he was only a seven or eight-year-old child. Suddenly arriving in such a strange environment, he was terrified every day, unable to even sleep at night.

It was she who had exhausted every method to collect folk tales and read them to him in a soft, gentle voice.

He would always listen to her tell stories for an hour or two before he could drift off to sleep.

Before he had channeled energy into his body, he was just like any mortal child—he would get fevers and fall ill.

Not long after coming to the mountain, he fell gravely ill.

It was she who checked the prescription over and over, carefully brewed his medicine, and tended to him meticulously for three days and three nights.

Only then did he slowly recover.

Li Shuang's gaze shifted to the Chenshui Sword in Sheng Yuan's hand.

And this sword.

When this sword left the Sword Pavilion, it was just a sword embryo like all the others. It was she who searched everywhere for ores and forged the Chenshui Sword time and time again, giving it the power it possessed today.

Now.

Sheng Yuan was holding the Chenshui Sword and attacking her without hesitation.

If it were in the past.

She would have been heartbroken for a long time.

But this time.

As the *Supreme Emotion-Forgetfulness Art* circulated, Li Shuang felt nothing but calm.

Li Shuang's expression was too indifferent, and Sheng Yuan's heart trembled violently.

This wasn't right.

In the past, there would always be a hint of gentle warmth in the Eldest Senior Sister's eyes when she looked at him.

But this time, there was only coldness left in her eyes.

But she...

How could she?

She was clearly the one who had done wrong!

The way she looked now, it was as if he were the one who had made a mistake.

Sheng Yuan gritted his teeth: "Eldest Senior Sister, apologize to Zhaozhao right now! Otherwise, I will have no choice but to invite the Law Enforcement Hall to properly judge your actions on the snowy mountain!"