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After using her Wan Shi Tong Dao to create an antidote similar to Starlight Purification Dew, which she had once created as a Mei Li variant, Ying Yue saw that the bowl of dew soup had been finished. It was produced using filtered ice crystals they had made over the past seven months of spending quality time together.
Carefully taking the bowl to where her future sister was, Ying Yue saw her master helping Yelena sit up, even though Yelena, with her willpower, could have moved her body to sit on her own. Taking a spoon from the makeshift basket reserved for storing utensils, Ying Yue proceeded to feed the dew to her future sister.
Once finished, Ying Yue asked, "So, Senior, how do you feel? Do you feel much better now? This antidote I created is the first of its kind in this world. I'm unsure if there will be any complications, as the ingredients and the process are very different from what I used in my previous world."
Turning toward the expert, Yelena wanted to ask humbly if he could turn off the Origin Return Domain so she could fully assess the improvement before answering Ying Yue. However, she didn't need to ask, as the expert had already done so. Yelena then felt her cultivation of the fourth stage's Bone Tempering Body Transformation returning.
Wanting to circulate her Jing energy according to her Soul Refining Sect cultivation method to check for any complications, Yelena was interrupted by the expert, who did not speak but touched her forehead with his fingers, transferring a large amount of information about cultivation techniques and other related knowledge. Stunned by the content of this information, and after cross-referencing it with her own knowledge, Yelena laughed out loud, finally understanding why her whereabouts had always been tracked.
Her cultivation method, which she thought was safe because it was received from the sect trial mystic realm that everyone had to work hard to access, was still part of the Soul Refining Sect's plan to control their disciples. Additionally, her previous cultivation method contained traces of Spirit Awakening mystical arts, which made disciples gradually more loyal to the sect.
This also means that all this time, her actions and thoughts were influenced by subtle brainwashing from the sect, designed to keep her within its confines without questioning why she didn't want to leave. After all, every devil cultivator desires personal benefit, and staying in the sect for an extended period is not in any disciple's best interest.
Despite their status, all disciples are essentially slaves in terms of meaning. Furthermore, Yelena realizes that for devil cultivators who seek power, being someone else's lapdog does not align with their pride and ego. The more she reflects on it, the scarier the Soul Refining Sect's subtle methods of controlling their disciples become.
Her eyes widened as she remembered her initial motivation for joining the Soul Refining Sect: to achieve the third stage of Viscera Tempering. It was the only sect that accepted her without considering spiritual roots or age—criteria she did not meet. Now, after hundreds of thousands of years, she realizes that her original motivation for seeking power has been diluted to the point where she has become just another slave. Even her desire to hate her enslavement has been taken from her, deepening her despair and fear.
It seemed she could not escape the cycle of betrayal, even as her hard work was manipulated. Overcome with grief at her own shortsightedness, and understanding that the sect's reputation as a devil cultivation sect was justified, Yelena cursed her own foolishness by taking a knife from her dress, wanting to end her despairing story.
However, her fear and despair were soon alleviated by the expert's comforting touch, which stopped her from reaching her heart with the knife and assured her that the cycle was over. Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Yelena cried silently for the third time in her life.
Amidst the fuzzy anguish that clouded her mind, she found herself in the expert's embrace, letting her tears and snot stain his clothes. Feeling trepidation and fearing she might offend him by not adhering to the ancient ways, Yelena was reassured by a kiss that conveyed it was okay to let go of her emotions.
Opening her oriental dress, wanting to surrender herself as she had done in the past to survive, Yelena saw the expert gently place the dress back on her while kissing the top of her head, telling her she didn't need to become a cheap harlot to repay his kindness.
Instead of feeling relieved, she became even more emotional, her cries evolving into wails of mixed solace and agony—solace for finally finding a place to rest and agony because she felt she had nothing pure left to give her eternal master.
Not only that, her wails then evolved once again into something beyond mere crying, because her eternal master willingly exchanging blows with her rusty chakram using his polished sword.
Overwhelmed by her anguish, Yelena allowed her eternal master to dance with her, creating sparks of metal against metal. With each slash and parry, she cried nonstop, savoring the gentle dance under the setting sun and not wanting to escape this exquisite combat. Even knowing that her chakram was rustic and fragile, and that a single slash from his sword could break it into pieces, Yelena's eternal master did not do so. Instead, they danced together, careful and gentle to avoid breaking her chakram, turning the combat into a beautiful fencing art, like a masterpiece performance.
What made her even more emotional was that her eternal master performed this exquisite dance only once, not numerous times out of lust for her body, simply to show her that he didn't mind if she had nothing pure left to give him. This realization broke her, leaving her unable to think straight; like a baby, she could only cry without coherent thoughts.
Cradled in her master's embrace, Yelena gradually regained her senses. Seeing her master's peaceful sleeping face and realizing this was not a dream, she hugged Tian Xing tightly, not wanting to lose this new, relaxing home that had freed her from worry and tension.
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