After Rebirth, the Love-Struck Cannon Fodder Woke Up - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Sobriety

◎ Dissolving the Restriction, The World in the Mirror ◎

The red-clad Ghost King saw Du Lianxin maintain silence and not speak again, making her very displeased.

“Wanyun, why aren’t you speaking? Do you really not remember me?”

Seeing the Ghost King’s eyes gradually turning red, a sign of imminent rampage, Du Lianxin had no choice but to push herself to respond: “I am truly not Wanyun, Senior. Someone has clouded your mind. Please look at the painting again. The person depicted there is not me.”

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind suddenly rose around them.

The red-clad Ghost King’s pupils turned crimson—a sign of a coming outburst.

Du Lianxin inwardly sighed, This is bad. She truly did not want to deceive the other party by pretending, so the current situation was somewhat inevitable.

However, she was not entirely unprepared.

In her past life, during her external training, she had accidentally acquired a rare method of salvation: the Rebirth Incantation.

Chanting the spell could quickly help spirits move on.

The Ghost King before her was powerful. She didn’t expect to use this to subdue her, only hoping to recall her sanity.

As the spell was cast, a faint thread of golden light slowly appeared around Du Lianxin.

The red-clad Ghost King listened to the chanting in her ear, and her bl00d-red eyes, full of anger, momentarily froze.

Du Lianxin felt a little settled seeing that the spell was effective and continued the incantation.

As time went on, the crimson bl00d color in the eyes of the Ghost King Qingdai gradually receded.

Her sanity returned at that moment. As if realizing something, she immediately released her tightly clasped hands from the girl’s shoulders.

“Forgive me, I mistook you for someone else. I have been sleeping by the Donglan Lake. Half a month ago, a black-robed person woke me up. That person told me that if I went to Donglin Town, I could find my lover from the past life.”

Hearing this, Du Lianxin inwardly thought, It is indeed so.

“Does Senior know the identity or appearance of that black-robed person?”

Qingdai slowly shook her head. “That person wore a demon mask that can block divine sense probing. I asked them, but got no reply. Their voice seemed deliberately disguised. Not to mention their identity or appearance, I don’t even know if they were male or female.”

“Senior mistook me for Wanyun before. Was it because you were blinded by their spell?”

“That is correct. I don’t know what specific method they used. Before, your appearance in my eyes was identical to Wanyun’s, though it didn’t feel like an illusion art.”

At this point, Qingdai seemed to sense something and turned to look outside the house.

“Someone is trying to dissolve the restriction covering this old house. It looks like they’ve come to rescue you.”

Hearing this, Du Lianxin paused for a moment, asking with some uncertainty, “It must be Senior Sister Shen? Since Senior now clearly knows you were mistaken, may I leave?”

She thought Qingdai would agree, but the other party slowly shook her head.

“The restriction was not placed by me.”

Seeing the girl’s look of disbelief, Qingdai quickly explained: “Do you know that a special Karma Curse has been placed on this restriction? If it’s forcibly broken from the outside, both of us inside the restriction will suffer a backlash. If it were placed by me, why would I be so foolish as to involve myself?”

Du Lianxin stammered, “Then Senior Sister Shen she…”

Qingdai guessed the implied meaning and added: “Don’t worry, the purple-clad woman outside likely saw the problem with the restriction and is not attacking violently. I specifically mentioned that she is attempting to dissolve the restriction. If she succeeds, we can leave smoothly.”

Du Lianxin suppressed the sudden, inexplicable emotion rising in her heart, composed herself, and continued to ask: “Does Senior have a way to assist from the inside to speed up the process of dissolving the restriction?”

A look of hesitation appeared on Qingdai’s face. “I don’t know what method the girl’s Senior Sister is using. Rushing to act might be counterproductive, unless I can contact her.”

Hearing this, Du Lianxin focused and attempted to communicate, only to find that the restriction covering the old house blocked voice messages, making direct contact impossible.

It was at this moment that she suddenly thought of the lotus jade hairpin in her hair, which was gifted by her Senior Sister.

In her past life, during the time Shen Anlan’s meridians were destroyed and her cultivation was lost, she had searched extensively through ancient texts to cure her.

One of them recorded a special method of voice transmission.

As long as one possessed an item tainted with the recipient’s aura, casting the corresponding secret art could bypass all restrictions and transmit a message.

The lotus jade hairpin was given by Shen Anlan. Even if she had never worn it, a trace of her aura would inevitably remain on it, having passed through her hands.

Thinking of this, Du Lianxin immediately pulled out the delicate jade hairpin tucked in her hair, held it in her left hand, and cast the spell with her right.

Qingdai watched silently from the side, not disturbing her.

She felt a degree of gratitude towards this girl.

Had the girl not cast the spell in time to wake her, she wouldn’t know what terrible things she might have done.

As for the black-robed person who had deceived her, if she ever met them again, even if she couldn’t defeat or kill them, she would use all her strength and spare no expense to severely injure them.

Using her deep love for Wanyun to harm an innocent person—how utterly despicable!

Thinking of Wanyun, a hint of sadness flashed in Qingdai’s eyes.

Before falling into slumber, she had been searching everywhere for Wanyun’s soul but had consistently found nothing.

Later, she became disheartened and fell into a deep sleep.

Even now, Qingdai was unsure whether Wanyun had already reincarnated or met with some other misfortune.

If her beloved was no longer in this world, what was the meaning of her continued existence?

No… for now, there was indeed one remaining meaning: to find the black-robed person and exact revenge for the deception!

Du Lianxin continued to cast the secret art. Just as her spiritual power was about to be exhausted, she successfully established contact with her Senior Sister.

Outside the old house, Shen Anlan was concentrating on dissolving the restriction when she suddenly heard her Junior Sister’s voice in her ear. She paused her hand movements and quickly asked about the situation.

“Junior Sister, how are you now? Are you injured?”

A reply soon arrived in her sea of consciousness: “Senior Sister Shen, I am fine. This restriction is a bit unique. I am currently stuck inside and cannot leave. Senior Sister is dissolving the restriction from outside. Do you need my help from within?”

Shen Anlan refused without hesitation. “No, your cultivation is insufficient. It’s too risky!”

Du Lianxin continued the voice transmission: “Senior Sister, there is also a Ghost King inside. If she acts, it should be possible.”

Shen Anlan was silent for a moment upon hearing this.

“The one who captured you must be that Ghost King?”

Du Lianxin truthfully replied: “That is correct, but Senior was also deceived and utilized by someone. It wasn’t her original intention.”

“Can Junior Sister be certain?”

“Based on what I’ve seen and heard, yes, but I cannot guarantee it.”

Having received this answer, Shen Anlan continued: “Junior Sister can suggest that she go to the southeast corner of the old house and cast the Profound Malice Spirit Transformation Art. If she complies, it proves there’s no problem; if she refuses, it means she is lying.”

Du Lianxin immediately replied: “Okay, I’ll try.”

The voice transmission paused here.

Du Lianxin looked at the red-clad Ghost King and relayed Shen Anlan’s request verbatim.

Qingdai did not refuse upon hearing this and walked straight toward the corresponding direction.

The Profound Malice Spirit Transformation Art is a common technique for ghost cultivators. Upon casting, it can temporarily transform soul power into spiritual power.

This method has a significant drawback: during the casting, one’s defense is weakened to the extreme. If attacked at this time, it is extremely dangerous.

Shen Anlan’s request was twofold: first, to test Qingdai, and second, it was necessary for dissolving the restriction.

Cooperation from both inside and outside could indeed speed up the process, but the two spellcasters must use spiritual power of the same nature. If the powers clashed, it would be counterproductive.

Qingdai’s actions currently proved she was not lying, allowing for further cooperation.

Du Lianxin transmitted the situation to Shen Anlan and then acted as a relay, transmitting a set of secret spells specifically for breaking the restriction.

Qingdai followed every instruction.

About an incense stick’s time later, the restriction covering the old house slowly dissolved.

It was also at this moment that a sudden anomaly occurred.

A massive bronze mirror slowly appeared in the sky above the old house.

A reddish beam of light instantly shot out from the mirror’s surface.

Du Lianxin was caught off guard. Shone upon by the light, her figure vanished from the spot, sucked into the world within the mirror.

The Ghost King Qingdai followed, disappearing with her.

Shen Anlan was already wary. After dissolving the restriction, she quickly flew toward her Junior Sister, ready to take her away, but she was ultimately a step too late.

Watching her Junior Sister vanish before her eyes, her heart felt fiercely gripped, throbbing with pain.

Even though they hadn’t known each other for long, it felt as if they had already experienced so much together…

Shen Anlan followed her intuition. The moment the red light shone, she voluntarily dropped her surrounding defenses and entered the world within the mirror.

The instant Du Lianxin was enveloped by the red light, her head swam with dizziness. She desperately tried to hold her breath and concentrate, attempting to dispel the discomfort.

About half an incense stick’s time later, her feet landed on solid ground.

The dizziness gradually disappeared. She stood firm, about to use her divine sense to probe her surroundings, but the next moment, her expression drastically changed.

She found that her spiritual power was nonexistent, as if she had turned back into a mortal.

Realizing this, she was greatly alarmed, and all the experiences of losing her cultivation in her past life instantly flooded her mind.

The endless ridicule from fellow disciples, being driven out of the sect by the steward, suffering from hunger and cold, and enduring unceasing pain day and night due to the backlash of the forbidden art, watching her body wither away.

She absolutely refused to go through those days again.

With her spiritual power gone, for a moment, Du Lianxin thought she had returned to her previous life, and a great sense of panic arose in her heart.

However, no pain transmitted from her body. Her mind was slightly put at ease. After slowly stabilizing her emotions, she began to carefully observe her surroundings.

She was currently in a forest. As far as the eye could see, there were only towering ancient trees, blocking out the light.

Hissing sounds occasionally reached her ears, increasing her vigilance.

The forest was full of venomous snakes and insects, posing a great danger to Du Lianxin, who could no longer use her spiritual power.

The most urgent task was to leave this place.

However, there were no recognizable landmarks in the forest. If she took a wrong turn, the situation would only worsen.

Du Lianxin did not act rashly.

Based on some experience from her past life, one could roughly determine direction in a forest by looking at the tree stump’s annual rings—the south-facing half is generally looser, and the north-facing half is relatively denser. Additionally, insect and ant nests are often built on the south side of trees.

Although Du Lianxin couldn’t use spiritual power and her divine sense was limited to an extremely small area, she could still open her spatial pouch.

When she first joined the Clear River Sect, the sect had issued a low-grade artifact, the Azure Steel Sword, to every newly initiated cultivator.

Now was the perfect time to use this sword to chop down an ancient tree and roughly determine her direction.

She was about to act, but just then, a sound of footsteps came from behind her…