Jing Yangyu was at a loss on how to deal with Yan Chuns complete madness, and quickly left Dilin Pool with Mo Qiulu in tow.

If Yan Chun continues like this, even at the risk of both parties being harmed, they must resolve the symbiosis. In the end, neither she nor Mo Qiulu will survive.

Once symbiosis is initiated, with compatible souls, there is no possibility of stopping it. There are only two outcomes symbiosis or mutual destruction.

Jing Yangyus compassion for Mo Qiulu not only stems from her increasingly resembling Yan Chun but also because over the past decade, in order to facilitate a better fusion of their souls in the future, Mo Qiulus soul has been pruned and refined periodically.

It is precisely because of this that she is becoming more and more like Yan Chun due to her soul being refined in the image of Yan Chun.

This is akin to cutting off ones own foot to fit a shoe. The pain of pruning the soul is no less than the shattering of the spiritual mansion.

Furthermore, in order to match Yan Chuns blank spiritual mansion, Mo Qiulu has refrained from cultivating anything in recent years, fearing that developing a dao heart would make it incompatible with Yan Chun.

She has ended up in her current state as a continuation of Yan Chuns life. Yan Chun refuses to accept her fate now and wants to destroy everything. Jing Yangyu does not blame Yan Chun; he only blames himself. If he were a Water Spirit Mansion... perhaps Yan Chun wouldnt reject him like this?

At this moment, Yan Chun, having finally won a battle, lies contentedly by the pool, floating alongside two fish.

She cant project her soul out, her mind is in chaos, thinking here and there, and then she thinks of Yin Yuchan.

I wonder if he has made a breakthrough...

Making a breakthrough is not that easy.

Especially for Yin Yuchan, whose foundation is unstable. Seeking breakthroughs blindly, even using high-grade breakthrough elixirs to forcefully advance, is a major taboo in cultivation. Even if he advances, its very likely that his cultivation will regress.

But even if he regresses in the future, as long as he can endure the outer sects major competition and enter the inner sect, everything else is not within Yin Yuchans consideration.

He is even resorting to forcibly using the wisdom of sentient beings, unafraid of the backlash of the dao heart. Is he afraid of unstable cultivation and regression in realms?

The day he received a piece of Jiao Sha, he was ecstatic.

Upon discovering that the small bottle in the Jiao Sha contained all high-grade healing medicines, he was even more overjoyed.

That day, when he poured out all the high-grade healing medicines and carefully inspected each one, savoring the joy as if he were gently sifting through the Jiao Sha, he suddenly discovered an exceptionally good quality breakthrough elixir.

Yin Yuchan was stunned, and his first reaction was not that this was given to him by Yan Chun, but that Yan Chun had forgotten it in the bottle and inadvertently brought it along.

For someone who had never received anything good, suddenly possessing such treasures, he would never think it was something he deserved, but rather feel anxious and fearful.

How could this be?

How could this be for me?

Do I deserve something so precious?

Yin Yuchans mind raced with countless thoughts in an instant, even wandering to the possibility that someone might come looking for him shortly, to reclaim this high-grade breakthrough elixir accidentally mixed in with the healing medicines.

He held his breath and looked down, waiting for time to silently slip by. His eyes stared blankly, fixed on the exquisite timely rain in his hand, as if greedily fixated on a feast of spring.

Is this really for him?

It should be.

Even though Yin Yuchen was extremely anxious, even feeling absurd, once he calmed down a bit, he knew that this breakthrough pill was indeed meant for him.

Moreover, the precious Jiao Sha and even these healing medicines, upon careful thought, were all a cover-up.

This was why the small vial was wrapped in Jiao Sha when delivered to him, and why the breakthrough pill was mixed in with the healing medicines.

Yan Chun used Jiao Sha runes to shield the disciples line of sight, confusing the healing medicines and a breakthrough pill of such high quality, all just for him.

After Yin Yuchen figured it out, he suddenly took a deep breath.

Then he raised his hand, removed the Four Symbols mask from his face, threw it on the ground, lifted his eyes, and looked towards the inner door.

The Jiao Sha and the high-quality breakthrough pill he held emitted a shimmering light, reflecting his handsome features, and his eyes, completely different, filled with red marks and a hint of madness.

His eyes were narrow and long, the pupils extremely dark, the red marks in his left eye showing excitement through the blood vessels, making him appear demonic and bewitching.

What qualifications did he have? Yin Yuchen couldnt help but think.

Yan Chun.

Yin Yuchen called out these two words in an almost gritted-teeth tone, slowly.

Yan Chun...

He looked towards the direction of the inner door, with glistening water trails silently sliding down his face, gathering at his chin, and dropping soundlessly.

But he wasnt crying, he was happy.

More precisely, he was excited, overflowing with excitement from his soul.

Yin Yuchen thought, Yan Chun probably didnt know how much he needed this high-quality breakthrough pill right now, but with how well Yan Chun treated him, the overwhelming emotions in his heart had already engulfed everything.

He had to go to her side, even if it meant dying, becoming a lonely ghost, he must stand by her side.

Yin Yuchen clenched the breakthrough pill in his palm, quickly set up layers of formations in the cave, then held the pill, and entered into it for absorption.

Advancing in cultivation was not silent; there would be spiritual energy vortexes gathering. Great advancements might even cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split, or even lead to the opening of spiritual caves.

But for cultivators entering the Illusionary Realm, they were like children in the mortal world, their movements not significant enough. If in a place with dense spiritual energy, attracting a few spirit beasts or immortal cranes would already be considered a significant accumulation.

Normal cultivators, upon entering a realm, receive gifts from heaven and earth, and naturally must reciprocate to heaven and earth. The pure and abundant spiritual energy overflowing from the realm of a cultivator is highly beneficial to everything around. A powerful cultivators overflowing spiritual energy can even directly help lower-level cultivators advance along with them.

When entering a realm, cultivators communicate with heaven and earth, and the dense spiritual energy emanating from them is extremely beneficial.

However, due to the formation set up by Yin Yuchen, it is very greedy, allowing only inflow and no outflow. This means that the spiritual energy he gains upon entering the realm will not leak out of the cave at all.

He intends to forcibly absorb and utilize all of it.

This is undoubtedly very dangerous; a slight mistake could cause the spiritual energy to burst through the meridians, causing the spiritual abode to swell and crack.

Yin Yuchen is a desperado, living on the edge of death his whole life, a completely reckless person who is not afraid of meridian ruptures and refuses to release any spiritual energy outward.

This is the realm-entering pill given to him by Yanchun.

In the sky, thick clouds gradually gather, with fine lightning flashing through them, and the mountains moisture fills the air.

As night falls and the weather changes, in this early June welcoming the peak of summer, it is quite ordinary.

A thin bolt of lightning strikes behind the almost deserted outer gate, arousing no suspicion from anyone, who simply thinks it heralds the imminent arrival of a spring storm.

Before long, the heavy rain indeed arrives as expected. In the mountain forest, leaves are quietly washed and pattered by the rain. Not far from the cave where Yin Yuchen is located, various beasts emerge in the rain, as if suddenly gaining human intelligence, facing the direction of the cave in silence, hoping that the immortal cultivating in this wilderness will release a bit of pure spiritual energy for them to benefit from.

This scene is both tranquil and wild.

Inside the cave, things are even more intense. The constant gathering of spiritual power within the cave due to the formation causes a bright light as if it were daytime.

Occasionally, lightning pierces through the formation and strikes Yin Yuchen. Surprisingly, he neither dodges nor resists the lightning with his own spiritual power but endures it.

His clothes are charred and torn, sticking blackened to his body, not to mention the skin on his back already torn open, flesh and blood blurred.

Yet, he remains seated on a rock, enduring the pain of his torn flesh without flinching.

This is not because he is arrogant and defies the will of heaven, or has a masochistic tendency.

The injuries from enduring the lightning will heal after entering the realm, and the torn flesh and meridians will widen slightly, better accommodating more spiritual energy.

Most cultivators understand this principle, but very few are willing to endure such suffering.

Firstly, enduring the lightning is indeed effective in widening the meridians and strengthening the body, but the pain is unbearable. In the cultivation world, there are already many elixirs that can achieve the same effects without such suffering, so why endure this torment?

Secondly, even though cultivators pride themselves on transcending worldly concerns, they still care about their image. No one wants to enter a realm with their flesh and blood blurred and exposed. It is not only shameful, but who wouldnt want to maintain a dignified and immortal appearance?

Yin Yuchen has no spiritual stones, and he has spent all the meager allowances given to outer disciples on buying jade for keepsakes. Naturally, he is unwilling to miss out on this free body strengthening opportunity.

Furthermore, with no one around, even if he is in a sorry state, no one can see him bare and embarrassed.

His brutal way of advancing, forcibly suppressing spiritual power in the meridians multiple times, causing the meridians to naturally tear, then repairing them with advancing spiritual energy, was truly insane and greedy.

It coincided with the wild urgent rain outside tonight, revealing a hint of reckless and unrestrained audacity.

Before dawn, the rain eased slightly but did not stop. Lightning would still occasionally pierce through the formations into the cave, tirelessly lecturing the reckless person inside, silently accusing his greed.

Throughout the entire night, the beasts that couldnt absorb any spiritual energy dispersed one after another, leaving behind the empty and refreshed mountain forest.

Yin Yuchan felt like a scorched sparrow, as if peeling off the burnt outer layer would reveal tender and delicious meat ready to be consumed.

However, the advancing process was not over yet, and he remained motionless like a charred piece of deadwood.

For a full four days, Yin Yuchan advanced two levels consecutively, from the early stages of Illusionary Realm to the early stages of Breaking Illusionary Realm.

Although the latter stage was obviously unstable, being constantly struck by lightning and spiritual energy, he had indeed reached the Breaking Illusionary Realm.

On the morning of the fourth day, the dark clouds dispersed, the rain curtain torn by the dawns light. He finally stirred, the charred shell cracking open, and the flesh and bones inside began to wildly regenerate.

The itching sensation was more unbearable than the pain. As he moved, the newly regenerated skin, as fair as a peeled boiled egg, was exposed. His long legs flexed into a lean and powerful curve, kicking against the ground before he collapsed.

Lying on his side on the ground, enduring excruciating pain all night without a single whimper, he finally couldnt help but let out a faint groan of discomfort.

In the deserted cave, he resembled a merman with newly formed legs, as if his slender new feet were unable to walk, forcing him to crawl on the dirty ground.

As the morning light seeped through the tree crevices into the cave, it only managed to capture a glimpse of Yin Yuchans pale ankle. After regaining his strength, Yin Yuchan quickly put on the outer disciple robe he had prepared in his storage pouch.

The outer disciple robe was plain, a light sky blue with a belt embroidered with the miniature image of the Dragon Tooth Immortal Mountain, resembling a silver-lined landscape painting.

Yin Yuchan had worn this disciple robe before, but today, there was something different when he put it on.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was different, but after a night had passed, his entire demeanor seemed to have changed.

As if lacking a bit of humanity, his whole being exuded a solemn aura, closer to the standard of a true immortal in the cultivation world.

He raised his hand to test and found that he could now access more spiritual energy, even shaping it into the form of tree leaves he saw.

Yin Yuchan was very pleased; he smiled and looked directly at the dawn.

With a smile and a glance, his dignified appearance instantly took on a hint of charm, especially his eyes, which no longer looked righteous.

He took out the jellyfish silk that Yanchun had sent him and carefully tied it over his eyes.

Yin Yuchan stepped out of the cave, heading towards the direction of the outer disciples courtyard, ready to inquire whether Yun Ruicheng had found what he was looking for.

Having advanced two levels now, he had even more hope of winning a spot in the inner disciple selection at the sects grand competition. How could he afford to slack off?

He wanted to have the qualification to be by Yanchuns side. Yanchun had personally extended a helping hand, and he was determined to climb up no matter what.

Thinking of Yanchun, Yin Yuchan felt an indescribable excitement and eagerness in his heart.

Before leaving this forest, he whispered in the direction of the inner sect, Good sister... the outer sects grand competition is coming soon, wait for me.

Yanchun, the good sister, was currently immersed in the Cleansing Spirit Pool, experiencing nightmares or rather, still being forced to feel someone elses feelings as before.

When she finally struggled back to her consciousness, she felt an overwhelming heaviness on her body. After the mutual damage from the encounter with Mo Qiulu, her body felt even more like an ill-fitting garment.

She lay languidly by the pool, Jing Yangyu didnt know how to persuade Yan Chun, maybe she was guarding Mo Qiulu, anyway, she hadnt come again for several days.

Yan Chun missed Fu Tianlan and Yan Gaohan a bit. In the Mirror of Souls, they searched for the Solid Soul Grass this time and were not injured, so Yan Chun was not worried, just missing them.

Yan Chun felt a bit lonely, but luckily the two silly fish that never made progress often flipped over playfully to amuse her.

Yan Chun ran her fingers back and forth on Xiao Yins belly. Although both fish were foolish, they each had their own personalities.

Xiao Yin was lively, Xiao Yang was steady. Even though they were intellectually disabled, they unconditionally protected their master, daring to even bite transcendent cultivators. This pure loyalty and innocence greatly pleased Yan Chun.

Yan Chun, living up to now, was like these two foolish fish, caring only about her master, ignoring everyone else.

She only cared about three people in her heart, but now she had personally discarded one, feeling as if a part of her had been painfully stripped away, how could she not feel hurt and sad?

She wanted to communicate with Fu Tianlan, and Jing Yangyu had given her a communication jade pendant a few days ago. However, despite her desire, Yan Chun hesitated because she knew that once communication was established, her mother would inevitably bring up their shared past.

A few days ago, she and Mo Qiulu had both been injured, which was a serious matter in Fu Tianlans eyes.

Yan Chun didnt know if Jing Yangyu had informed Fu Tianlan. If he did, and communication was established, Yan Chun would face Fu Tianlans worried and tearful gaze, along with her father Yan Gaohans well-intentioned advice.

In reality, who didnt want to live? Even ants strive to survive.

But Yan Chuns life had been too smooth sailing until now, protected like a lotus untouched by mud, blooming beautifully, only to be suddenly broken.

Her world was either black or white, her pursuit of love couldnt be tainted with impurities. She loved the dew on lotus leaves, the clear wind and sunshine, preferring to die in a storm rather than live in the mud.

In the past, both Shuangzun and Jing Yangyu could provide her with pure emotions, constructing a world of black and white for her. But now, they couldnt offer Yan Chun the purity she desired, nor did they understand her stubbornness.

Yan Chun held the communication jade pendant in her hand, hesitated for a long time, but chose not to infuse it with spiritual power to contact her parents.

She hugged Xiao Yang, who sensed her unhappiness and nestled into her arms, sighed, and put the communication jade pendant back into her storage bag.

On June 23, the day the outer sect competition began, Yan Chuns Lingfu had fully recovered, and she could completely leave the Ling Pool.

Although she had previously treated Mo Qiulu badly, with the Symbiotic Necklaces around their necks, they both recovered quickly. As long as one didnt die and the other suffered a fatal blow, they could still recover.

This sorcery, in some small mortal sects and even among demonic cultivators, is used as a method of nurturing a substitute body. It goes against the right path, but compared to facing death and soul extinction, some individuals with questionable conscience particularly favor this method.

Yan Chuns limbs have regained control, no longer forced to experience the memories of Mo Qiulu, and no longer feeling the heaviness in her body.

After peering into her spiritual mansion, everything has been restored quite well, but her cultivation that she can utilize is lower than that of outer sect disciples, making her slightly stronger than ordinary people.

However, she has indeed recovered her health and was allowed to leave the cleansing spiritual pool. Early in the morning, Jing Yangyu personally brought a brand-new inner sect disciple robe that had not been seen for several days to escort Yan Chun out of the cleansing spiritual pool.

Jing Yangyu has not been around these days, not accompanying Mo Qiulu. He has now moved Mo Qiulu out of his secluded courtyard, to the extent of avoiding her even if he were to visit her spiritual mansion to assist in her recovery, not even sparing her a glance, which has left Mo Qiulu so angry that she has not eaten properly for several days.

Jing Yangyu has been busy these days drawing runes on the new inner sect disciple robe for Yan Chun. Using the power of his spirit pet, the Wind Ghost Flower, above his life-bound spirit shield, he meticulously draws protective arrays to ensure that Yan Chun, whose cultivation now equals that of ordinary people, is not harmed by anyone.

He handed the disciple robe to Yan Chun by the side of the cleansing spiritual pool, his expression unchanged but his eyes very uneasy.

At over a hundred and thirty years old, Jing Yangyu has devoted his whole life to cultivation, known for his integrity and steady demeanor. Otherwise, at his age, even as the senior disciple of the sect leader, he would not be able to hold the position of acting sect leader.

He has never gone to such lengths to please anyone before. Not good with words, he has never been ambiguous about matters concerning Yan Chun.

Handing over the inner sect disciple robe, which is almost like a ceremonial robe, without saying a word, Yan Chun knows exactly what he has been doing these days.

Yan Chun hesitated for a moment. The inner sect disciple robes are of the same style, all made of light blue moonfish silk as the base material, inherently tough and fire-resistant.

Unlike the outer sect disciple robes that at least have a belt embroidered with the Dragon Tooth Mountain, the inner sect disciple robes have no embellishments.

As the Heng Jue Sect is a sect where various cultivations converge, each elder and their disciples can have protective runes drawn by their respected masters. If there is no master to draw them, one can do it themselves. In any case, the disciple robes can showcase individual creativity, with the only uniformity being the style.

Yan Chuns disciple robe is also made of moonfish silk, but the golden-red intertwined runes on the shoulders, on the light blue inner sect robe, are just like before, winding around Jing Yangyus protective heart.

Yan Chun even sees the image of the Wind Ghost Flower. Her fingers hover over the disciple robe for a long time, feeling a sourness and bitterness in her heart, like being forced to drink a jar of strong liquor, making her throat and chest burn uncomfortably.

Yan Chun speaks, her lips moving, but ultimately refuses, Senior Brother... this is not appropriate. Ill wear the most ordinary standard disciple robe.

Jing Yangyus eyes dim, but he doesnt retract the robe, and instead hands it forward again, saying, Junior Sister, no matter what, you are still my junior sister. Even if... are you really going to disown me as your senior brother?

After Jing Yangyu finished asking, her throat felt dry, and Yan Chun almost had tears welling up in her eyes.

Her heart was as soft and warm as it used to be, and this time Jing Yangyus words really struck a chord with her.

After so many years, they would never forget their relationship as fellow disciples, and their connection went beyond just love.

In the end, Yan Chun accepted the disciples robe. Jing Yangyu went outside the forbidden area to wait for her. Yan Chun changed into the disciples robe, tied up her hair, still looking thin. She no longer had the lively and vibrant look of a young girl from over a decade ago, but at least her lips and complexion were no longer pale like a ghost due to the recovery in the palace.

With her long hair partially draped over her shoulders, she only wore the hairband her mother had crafted for her. Despite looking unwell, the intricate wind and ghost flower symbols on the shoulders of the disciples robe gave her a delicate and frail beauty.

After Yan Chun finished preparing, she squatted by the Cleansing Spirit Pool and touched Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang. These two fish could stay here for now. If Mo Qiulu didnt know any better, she would soon return to soak in the Cleansing Spirit Pool.

Exiting the forbidden area, Jing Yangyu stood by the door and glanced back at Yan Chun, showing a genuinely relieved smile.

Yan Chun also smirked, relishing in her freedom and health. Who wouldnt be pleased?

However, her smile quickly faded when she saw Mo Qiulu standing not far away, accompanied by a gentle-looking female cultivator who was gazing in their direction.

Initially happy to see this female cultivator, Yan Chuns eyebrows instinctively lifted. But her joy dissipated swiftly as she noticed the woman leaning on Mo Qiulus arm, her eyes showing a mix of unease and unfamiliarity, devoid of the warmth and closeness from the past.

This woman was Huai Yubai, Yan Chuns best senior sister from before, a disciple of her mother, Fu Tianlan.

She had visited Yan Chun in the early years, but upon learning about Mo Qiulus presence and Yan Chuns resistance, she had advised Yan Chun several times, the last being a year ago.

Huai Yubai sided with Mo Qiulu, causing a rift between them.

Yan Chun had long forgotten the unpleasantness of that day when the gathering ended on a sour note. However, now seeing the intimate interaction between Mo Qiuluo and Huai Yubai, it was clear that this former good friend was no longer her friend.

Sister, are you going back to Kangning Courtyard? Ill walk you there, Jing Yangyu said hesitantly.

Did you bring them here? The atmosphere between Yan Chun and Jing Yangyu, which had just begun to ease, suddenly turned icy.

Jing Yangyu was at a loss as to why Yan Chun had suddenly become angry again, and found herself speechless.

At this moment, Mo Qiuluo hurried over and explained, Shuiyun, I brought them here. I said something that upset you that day, made you angry, and Ive been having trouble eating and sleeping these days... I came here to apologize to you.

Mo Qiuluo pulled Huai Yubai forward, looking at Yan Chun from below the steps, appearing particularly vulnerable and pitiful.

But Yan Chun was determined that Mo Qiuluo was not truly repentant. They were now spiritually connected, with a vague sense of each others feelings, but Mo Qiuluo was definitely here to disgust her! She was still being insolent and unrepentant!

Yan Chun stood with her hands behind her back on the steps, her expression cold.

Mo Qiuluo glanced pitifully at Jing Yangyu standing beside Yan Chun, then noticed the intricate protective runes on Yan Chuns disciple robe, feeling a surge of jealousy.

Those disciple robes could withstand a fatal blow from a Transcendent Realm expert.

Was it worth it? Just for this ignorant fool, they had even depleted their lifebound spirit pet to draw protective runes for her!

Mo Qiuluo had seen Jing Yangyu pluck leaves from his spirit shield. His lifebound spirit pet was the Wind Ghost Flower, and plucking its leaves was akin to harming himself.

Why should she?

That day when Yan Chun dragged her into the Cleansing Spirit Pool, instead of being frightened, it had triggered her ferocity.

She had never bowed her head to anyone in her life. She had tasted the taste of brain matter, so why would she fear a mere girl?!

Come on, they could hurt each other if needed! She didnt believe Jing Yangyu and the Twin Sovereigns would just watch them die together!

She suppressed the jealousy in her heart and said softly, I hope we can get along well in the future, Shuiyun. After all, we are interconnected, and what affects one affects the other... Ah!

Yanchun couldnt bear it any longer, raised her foot from a position of superiority, and ruthlessly kicked Mo Qiulu in the stomach - Yanchun put all her strength into this kick, and no one expected her to be so unrestrained. Mo Qiulu was kicked directly and flew far away, stumbling and rolling down the steps.

Ah! exclaimed Huai Yubai.

Ah! Ah! Ah! screamed Mo Qiulu.

She thought that by coming at this moment with Yanchuns former good friend, Huai Yubai, she would definitely drive Yanchun crazy. Mo Qiulu wanted her to go crazy, wanted everyone to see how she harmed herself, who had helped her survive.

But Mo Qiulu did not expect Yanchun, who seemed so pure and kind-hearted, to go crazy like a mad dog.

After Mo Qiulu and Yanchun completely merged, their cultivation levels were similar, and with Mo Qiulu having soaked in the Ling Cleansing Pool before, she had indeed been recuperating these past few days.

Therefore, in a sorry state, she rolled down several steps before being supported by Huai Yubai. Jing Yangyu looked at Yanchun in shock, his eyes full of disbelief. His junior sister... how could she have become like this?

Although she had changed greatly over the years, Jing Yangyu could see through her soft and even weak nature. She couldnt bear to hurt Shuangzun and herself, which was why she had only resisted the merging technique with all her might, never actually doing anything extreme.

Although it was despicable to use her softness to force her compliance, Jing Yangyu and Shuangzun had no other choice but to give her a new lease on life.

Was she really prepared to disregard everything this time?

Jing Yangyu did not intervene or say anything. He had a slightly better relationship with Yanchun, and he... dared not.

As the acting sect leader, he usually had the final say in the sect, but he didnt dare to advise his once most obedient junior sister.

After Yanchun finished kicking, she put her foot down and smiled coldly, revealing her white teeth. She leisurely descended the steps, her posture relaxed and arrogant.

Approaching Mo Qiulu, who was being supported and whose contorted expression couldnt hide her pain, Yanchun pretended to kick her again, saying, Get lost, a good dog doesnt block the way.