Chapter 27

Chapter 27: How Could You Plant a Seven Emotions Gu on Little Ruo?

Feng He Yun froze. The face that was usually proud and high-spirited now looked a bit defeated.

Wen Xuan understood. Feng He Yun, like him, had now noticed Shen Sang Ruo’s change in attitude toward them.

Even Bai Mu Mu sensed that Shen Sang Ruo was not as she had imagined.

“Ha, Shen Sang Ruo, what right do you have to throw a tantrum?” Lu Shi Qing’s cold voice carried anger.

He was not like his Senior Brothers. He would never indulge Shen Sang Ruo.

To him, what she was doing now was just picking a fight and making a scene.

But these were matters between them. Why drag Junior Sister into it?

“Where are we? You knew Junior Sister has an Extreme Cold Constitution, yet you dragged us into this blazing place,” he said.

Only then did Wen Xuan and Feng He Yun notice the fine sweat on Bai Mu Mu’s forehead.

They hurried to her side.

She gave a small smile and forced herself to sound steady as she said: “Do not worry about me, Senior Brothers. I am fine. Do not blame Fifth Senior Sister. I insisted on following.”

Bai Mu Mu’s Extreme Cold Constitution was something even the System could not fix. For the thing she wanted, she could only grit her teeth and endure.

Her lips were so pale they had no color, a sight that made the others’ hearts jump.

Shen Sang Ruo glanced at Bai Mu Mu, and her eyes flickered, thinking: [Did she not already have my ten drops of heart blood? Is she still not fully cured?]

Seeing Bai Mu Mu in pain yet still speaking in her defense only made Lu Shi Qing angrier.

“How can you be so cold and heartless to Bai Mu Mu’s worry?” he said. “With such a narrow mind, how are you fit to be Master’s Disciple, or Sect Master Shen’s daughter?”

“Send us out of here at once, or do not blame me for what I do,” Lu Shi Qing said as his Spiritual Pressure surged.

Facing Lu Shi Qing at Late Golden Core, Shen Sang Ruo refused to yield. She released her own Spiritual Pressure at Foundation Establishment (mid-stage) to meet his.

She was several realms lower and clearly strained.

But she still gritted her teeth and did not retreat.

A flicker of surprise crossed their eyes.

In just one year and five months, Shen Sang Ruo had rebuilt from ruined cultivation to Foundation Establishment (mid-stage), even faintly touching the threshold of late stage.

Even if she had spent a year in the Clearheart Pavilion where the Spiritual Qi was extremely rich, this speed was unmatched.

Watching the standoff, Wen Xuan and Feng He Yun hesitated, then chose to stand on Lu Shi Qing’s side.

The heat here was hard even for them to bear. For Bai Mu Mu it was torture.

No matter what, they had to get her out first.

“Yes, Fifth Junior Sister, let us go out and talk,” Feng He Yun said, testing the waters, his earlier confidence gone.

“Junior Sister is not well, Little Ruo, do not act rashly and cause something terrible,” Wen Xuan added, trying to persuade her.

Shen Sang Ruo looked over each of them, thinking: [How did I not see before that these people’s brains are just decorations?]

“I told you from the start not to come in,” she said. “You did not listen and followed me anyway. How is that my fault?”

Lu Shi Qing pressed his lips together. He still suspected she had set a trap on purpose.

She gave a short, cold laugh and said: “If I had that kind of skill, I would not waste it on you. Do not flatter yourselves.”

They flushed with shame.

Shen Sang Ruo said, “It is true I am not fit to be Master Ling Xiao’s Disciple. Why not report to him and ask him to expel me from the sect?” She thought: [I would love that.]

“And in the end, I am not Sect Master Shen’s birth daughter,” she added lightly.

It was the thing she used to hate admitting most, but now she said it as if it meant nothing.

Lu Shi Qing clenched his fists.

To him she was disrespectful, rebellious, and beyond saving.

“If you have time to argue with me, spend it finding an exit. Bai Mu Mu is still roasting,” she said, then turned to leave.

The Blazing Heart inside her was wildly active, urging her toward a certain place. If she did not go, it felt like it would leap out of her clothes. She did not want to reveal it in front of Wen Xuan and the others.

Especially not in front of Bai Mu Mu. Her instincts warned her, thinking: [Be extra careful around Bai Mu Mu.]

Watching Shen Sang Ruo walk away alone, Wen Xuan felt an ache he could not name.

“Little Ruo, this place is extremely dangerous,” he said. “Come with your Senior Brothers. We can protect you…”

“No need,” she said, cutting him off before he finished.

“Protect me? One Senior Brother beat me into serious injury, and another planted a Seven Emotions Gu on me. I am safer by myself,” she said, her slightly mocking words drifting to them on the hot wind.

Feng He Yun and Wen Xuan both turned to Lu Shi Qing, shock plain in their eyes.

They knew Feng He Yun had hurt Shen Sang Ruo, but what was this about Lu Shi Qing’s Seven Emotions Gu?

One look at Lu Shi Qing’s face told Wen Xuan it was true. His heart sank.

“Third Junior Brother, when did you plant a Seven Emotions Gu on Little Ruo? How could you do that to her?” Wen Xuan’s voice was bleak, almost breathless.

“Anyone marked by the Seven Emotions Gu,” Feng He Yun said, glaring hard at Lu Shi Qing, “will feel as if countless bugs are eating their bones whenever they feel even a trace of emotion for the chosen person.”

To lessen the pain, the victim can only force themselves to suppress their feelings. He did not say that part, but Wen Xuan knew it too.

Both of their faces looked awful.

“Is there some misunderstanding? Third Senior Brother is not that kind of person,” Bai Mu Mu said with difficulty.

Since Shen Sang Ruo had brought it up, Lu Shi Qing told the truth.

He did not think he had done anything wrong, so he had no plan to hide it.

“I thought Shen Sang Ruo pushed Junior Sister into the valley on purpose,” he explained to his two Senior Brothers. “So I went to the Confinement Chamber and planted a Seven Emotions Gu on her to make her confess faster.”

Wen Xuan’s eyes went wide. So it was then.

Confinement Chamber. Seven Emotions Gu. Each alone could take half a person’s life.

Together—how could Little Ruo have endured?

Wen Xuan felt a fierce pain in his heart, and his head roared.

Usually gentle, he shouted at Lu Shi Qing: “The whole sect knows how deep Little Ruo’s feelings for us are. Do you know how much that Seven Emotions Gu made her suffer?!”

Wen Xuan’s whole body trembled.