556 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

**Double Yin Moon Fusion Technique!** Just by hearing the name, one can guess the purpose of this technique. That's right. This technique is also quite famous in the game as a special dual cultivation method! Though Bai Lian’s talent for cultivation wasn’t particularly poor, she paled in comparison to her junior sisters. Her repeated victories in training alongside them were not just owed to the mystical secret potions but also to those extraordinary techniques. In this world, cultivators do not stress the need for balance between Yin and Yang. Yin is Tao. Yang is also Tao. As long as one steps officially into the cultivation path, they can achieve the position of an Immortal Emperor. The so-called dual cultivation technique is about "many women making a woman even more of a woman." [Gather the Yin energy of the heavens and earth, forge an ultimate Yin Witch!] Bai Lian's attributes were inclined towards the gentle Yin side. Her water spiritual root was the highly pure Yin Water Celestial Root. In the "Path Seekers’ Route," "Senior Sister Bai" relies heavily on an ancient dual cultivation technique and resources from her junior sisters to progress with great strides, enhancing her spiritual root to the exceedingly rare Nine Yin Primordial Spirit. Had it not been for the sudden catastrophic disaster, she would surely have become the real "Bai Lian Emperor"! Honestly speaking. Bai Lian was quite tempted by this Double Yin Moon Fusion Technique. It wasn’t that she wanted to practice it with her master or junior sisters; rather, it was her collecting obsession ignited by her memories of the game! Really. Moreover, the rewards for Mission Two weren’t much different from Mission One, both equivalent to a top-grade spiritual weapon. "What if I..." Bai Lian hesitated. She wasn’t short on techniques, only spells. Seeing Bai Lian remain silent, the woman also appeared very patient, just smiling amidst the snowflakes. As she hesitated, Bai Lian’s soul caught a familiar scent. Cold. Dark. And elusive. This was reminiscent of the aura emitted by members of the Netherworld Hall she had encountered. The aura clearly wasn’t emanating from this woman. Therefore, it must be coming from the mountain. Bai Lian's eyes fell upon Mission One. She sighed deeply. Look. This is destiny! Heaven urged her to choose the Double Yin Moon Fusion Technique. How could she, a small fish struggling to survive under the celestial path, possibly say no? “Truly, it’s not my fault. Honestly, I’m more interested in Snow Sea Annihilation.” Bai Lian chose One without a moment’s pause. She shook her head at the woman: “I’m sorry, I have reasons that compel me to move forward!” Beep. Your Double Yin Moon Fusion Technique has been credited! The system's prompt caused a tremor in Bai Lian's White Tiger body. She did not rush to review the technique, for even if she wanted to practice in this icy landscape, there was no one to practice with. First, she had to press forward. Courage comes first; consideration comes later. “Convincing someone should be quite difficult.” The smile on the woman’s face gradually faded. However, she wasn’t upset by Bai Lian’s words. “There are fierce beasts ahead, miss. If you insist on proceeding, you might encounter danger.” Bai Lian nodded: “I know, but I’m still here.” Where there’s a lair of tigers, there’s a chance of obtaining tiger cubs, right? Even though the lair is full of fearsome teeth, as hot as a molten pool, she has to venture inside to find out. “Well... please, suit yourself, miss.” The woman no longer spoke. She graciously stepped aside to make way for Bai Lian. Bai Lian nodded in appreciation and proceeded towards the aura on the mountain. Of course. She wouldn’t lower her guard around this woman. It’s always her fooling others or pulling surprises; no one’s ever successfully surprised her (at least that’s what she believes). Then came a magical moment. After passing through the gate formed by ice pillars, Bai Lian found that the woman vanished all of a sudden. Just like a phantom. "......" Speaking of it. Bai Lian gazed at the courtyard faintly emanating purple aura. The moment she took a step forward, ripples of ice blossoms spread through the air, and then the woman materialized out of nowhere. “Miss, this isn’t a place for you.” Bai Lian felt no fear. If the person lying there was indeed... Then she couldn’t turn back! She asked, “Is the person inside a member of the Netherworld Hall?” The woman’s pupils contracted sharply. She shook her head, then nodded, her eyes resolute like ice columns. “I won’t let you pass, even though my skills may not match yours.” Bai Lian said, “I bear no ill intent. I was entrusted to come here in search of the Hall Master of the Netherworld. If he’s inside, please allow me to meet him. He should understand my purpose once he sees the token I hold.” “A token?” “That’s right.” Bai Lian had no intention of showing it to the woman. The woman, not expecting an answer, asked, “Whose envoy are you?” “The daughter of the Hall Master.” Daughter. In that instant, the courtyard, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly fell silent. Dusk draped heavily upon the land. The north wind howled. Chill cut like a knife. Snowflakes fell and fluttered like goose feathers, or as if white clouds were being shredded. The world wore a pallid grimace, devoid of color. Despite the movement in the scene, it felt as deathly still as a wilderness filled with tombs. The woman didn’t speak, and Bai Lian too remained silent. She merely observed the other’s trembling form. A rhythmic tremor. From hands to waist, to feet, to lashes, to the snowflakes melting upon the corner of her eye. Drip. A bead of water rolled down. Scorching a small pit in the snow. [Her hair was purple,] Bai Lian thought. She believed she had an answer. Thus she stepped forward, like a valorous hero wielding a hammer, smashing the ashen snow sea. “Her name is Tong Yao,” Bai Lian said, “or Zhao Yao, and she’s seventeen this year... no, to be precise, twenty-two.” The woman slightly bit her lip, nodding imperceptibly. Bai Lian continued, “About eight years ago, while escaping with refugees to East Shenzhou, the ship capsized, plunging her into the whirlpools of the Black Wood Strait. But luck favored her as she was rescued by passing cultivators of the Du Xian Sect.” “How is she?” The woman asked with a trembling voice. “She’s doing well. She found a new home there, with a master who loves her like a daughter, and junior brothers and sisters who idolize her,” Bai Lian assured. “Then... I’m relieved.” The woman, or rather Qian Xue, gradually stopped trembling. Though snow still settled upon her, she no longer felt its chill. In just a breath, she regained her earlier grace. Her hands folded over her abdomen. The icy blue sleeves hung gracefully to her knees, and the hem of her skirt modestly covered her shoes. She slightly bent her knees in a curtsy, “You must be the renowned Bai Lian Emperor?!” “Something like that.” Great she might be, albeit somewhat falsely. “Please follow me, Bai Lian Emperor.” Qian Xue turned towards the house behind her. Bai Lian immediately followed. Inside the house was much warmer than outside, but seeing the one lying on the bed left Bai Lian cold-hearted. It was a letdown. The person indeed hailed from the Netherworld Hall, yet was not the Hall Master she sought.