532 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

# Master Sister Abandons Treatment - Chapter 552 She hurriedly turned around. And saw the Nether Seal on the bed still emitting a soft purple light. The glow was warm. Like a mother's hand gently caressing her body, yet she felt as if she had suddenly fallen into an icy cavern. Tong Yao thought she understood why this time it was a Nether Seal sent to her, unlike the clothes, snacks, or drawings like before. There was no more. Because such things can no longer be made. So, is this the final gift? Just when everything seemed to have just begun. She hadn’t even adjusted her mindset yet. She felt the joy of rediscovering her roots, blended with the confusion about her true identity. She hadn't figured out how to handle the relationship between her master and father. Now. There was no need to consider it anymore. All worries vanished. As if returning to the past. But... They could never go back. Tears suddenly streamed down Tong Yao’s face. This world is vast. Yet she felt like a boat that had lost its sail, unable to find its way in the expansive black sea. Her solitude. “I understand.” Qin Shou Zuo stepped forward and tightly embraced Tong Yao. “I’ll take you to find him, it will be alright, it will definitely be alright.” ## Chapter 2: Master, I'm Worried About You Bai Lian received the message at midnight. Before that. She lay on the bed, her left hand supporting her cheek, her chest flattened by the mattress, and her slender legs raised at an angle. In her view was the draft of an article she'd spent the afternoon writing. Weather today's matters today. With this mindset, Bai Lian decided to make final edits to the article, which could only be described as "ordinary quality," before sleeping. “Hehe…” Bai Lian wiggled her toes exposed to the air. She held the pen for editing between her teeth. Unfortunately, her plan was interrupted. A private message from Jue Yunzi jolted her to clarity. “The Underworld Palace has sunken?” Snap. Quickly indeed. Lying on her stomach, Bai Lian performed a 180-degree flip mid-air. Moments later, with a soft thud, she landed squarely on the mattress, creating an imprint. “This issue…” A sparkle appeared in Bai Lian’s eyes. She remembered! This was a major event bound to occur in the later stages of "War of the Gods." This event typically had two different outcomes, depending on whether Qin Shou Zuo survives the Muxisheng attack on the Duxian Sect. If Qin Shou Zuo remains unharmed, Tong Yao will stay at the Duxian Sect in peace. In this scenario, the sinking of the Underworld Palace becomes an event without a head or tail, seemingly having no impact on anyone in the Eastern Divine Continent. Players would only catch snippets while wandering through towns. If Qin Shou Zuo perishes. Then, no matter what "Senior Sister Bai" does, once the Underworld Palace Lord comes knocking, Tong Yao would inevitably travel to North Luzhou, embarking on the "Demon King" path. Clearly, this path is not a smooth one. It’s dark and deep. Laden with thorns. Oppression hangs over it. A minor mistake, and it would draw blood. Yet seemingly silly Tong Yao from the Duxian Sect plowed through it. Her greatest crisis encountered during this path was the event known as [Return of the Soul]. This event starts with the sinking of the Underworld Palace and ends with the destruction of the Bronze Valley ruins. Afterwards, Tong Yao, emerging from Bronze Valley, inherited everything from the Underworld Palace. She became ruthless, using unrivaled strength to vanquish the Underworld Palace’s greatest rival, No Trace Snow Valley, forcing them to retreat south. She restored the glory of the Underworld Palace, elevating its prestige to rival that of the past Tai Xuan Dao Sect. “But that is sixteen years into the game’s timeline.” Bai Lian still chewed on the pen. She stared unblinkingly at the frameworks written on paper. Due to her existence, the game plot was shredded to pieces. Some things vanished. Others happened in advance. “Could this time be related to my previous trip to the Snow Sea?” Bai Lian wasn’t very sure. Maybe. After all, she had intervened, disrupting the Underworld Palace and No Trace Snow Valley's situation, steering events onto another path. It was an unprecedented new path! Bai Lian knew that this matter was beyond what the Duxian Sect could handle. Even if Jue Yunzi and the Blood Tree Ancestor appeared together, it wouldn’t work, let alone Qin Shou Zuo, who was only at the Integration Stage. “Should I advise them not to go?” Seems like there’s no valid reason. She couldn’t explain why she knew it was dangerous there. Moreover... To outsiders, she appeared capable of defeating a tribulation-grade Loose Immortal; there were hardly any more formidable individuals left in this world. [I've already advised Qin Shidi, but despite his gentle demeanor, he is actually stubborn.] Seeing the message from the Sect Master, Bai Lian nodded lightly. She knew. Those of the previous generation at the Duxian Sect mostly shared this trait. After all, they had a master named Yan Xiyi. Even the master would be influenced by Master Yan, let alone others. [I will go and talk to them.] Bai Lian got up from the bed. She deliberately changed into a short, loose casual attire. Then she quietly stood in front of the dim future mirror. “Why can't you predict my future?” Bai Lian murmured to herself. The future mirror, which usually enjoyed gazing at her, offered no response at this moment. She lowered her head to look at her own chest. She wanted to see the word "death" on herself, but unfortunately, she saw not the black word of death, but a white snow mountain. She could only know what kind of person she should be through the game. Once. Bai Lian thought she was an extraordinary person, destined to become a protagonist. Later. She realized she was just a lousy woman under the protagonists’ feet, boasting no virtues aside from her striking wickedness. So she thought about simply escaping. But due to various reasons, she could never truly leave. In hindsight, even without the system, she wasn’t that ordinary. “Alright.” Bai Lian extinguished the candlelight, pushing open the door to step into the moonlit alley that stretched her shadow long. She thought. There are many paths in this world that seem dangerous, yet one finds reasons they cannot avoid stepping onto them. Family, love, friendship, dreams, responsibility... Or perhaps guilt. … Upon Bai Lian’s arrival at Qingyu Peak, Qin Shou Zuo was busy packing. Uncertain of the ambiguous path ahead, she couldn’t recklessly charge forward. Bai Lian went alone to find Tong Yao, who was curled up in a corner of the room. Even as she approached, Tong Yao hadn’t noticed. The girl was leaning against the wall, her long ponytail tucked beneath her. Bai Lian stepped forward and held her up, only setting her down again after tidying her hair. “Senior Sister Bai…”