Chapter 1
“Eight days have passed, with only two days of the trial remaining!”
“Leading the pack right now is Lu Yuan. That boy is brave and resourceful—I have high hopes for him; he’s bound to come out on top!”
“I’m rooting for Qin Ruoqing. She’s resolute and determined, her swordsmanship clean and precise, with formidable endurance. It’s quite possible she might surpass Lu Yuan.”
“Seems both of you have your favored disciples in mind. Sister Yin, do you have a preferred disciple?”
“Not yet. I want to observe their performance over the next two days. What about Sister Yan? Since this is your first time taking on disciples, do you have any thoughts?”
“Sister Yin, you jest. What thoughts could I have? It all depends on whether the disciples have the right fate.”
“That’s true. To inherit the 'Vermilion Bird Heart Sutra,' one must refine a strand of the Southern Bright Departure Flame. This time, two disciples have fire spirit roots with values no less than ninety—perhaps hope lies between them.”
“...”
Deep within the ice cavern, the air was clear and still, chilling to the bone.
A girl of thirteen or fourteen curled up tightly in a pool of water, her eyes closed.
Her brow was furrowed, her cheeks flushed, and white steam billowed from her body.
Suddenly, she snapped her eyes open, terror and pain flooding her gaze, reddening her eyes.
The polished ice around her reflected the image of a beautiful girl, eyes blazing red as well. She sat up abruptly, touching her silky, satin-like cheek, then her youthful jade-like hands—all so vivid and real.
Hadn’t she died? Withered and frail, consumed by rage, perishing under the claws of the miasma beasts.
Even now, she could feel the sharp pain of those claws tearing through her entrails!
Why was she in her younger form?
The air was fresh and crisp—nothing like the miasma-filled, beast-infested Tianming Ravine!
Her piercing gaze swept the surroundings: nothing but thick ice.
She remembered—it was the underground ice cavern in the trial grounds, where she had discovered and refined the Southern Bright Departure Flame.
Thinking of the flame, she felt the heat radiating from within, her heart jolting as she hurriedly examined her dantian.
Sure enough, a wispy strand of pure white flame flickered beside her spiritual root, and tears welled in her eyes.
So, she had come back—reborn!
Returned to the moment she first refined the Southern Bright Departure Flame, before she had sworn allegiance to Yan Yueheng!
Tears washed away the fear and pain in her eyes, replaced by burning fury and a mocking smile curling her lips.
Scenes from her past life flashed relentlessly in her mind; the anger in her chest gradually subsided, turning to cold ash.
Like the love and hatred she bore for her master and fellow disciples, all burned away, turned to dust and scattered.
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