Qingluan Tribulation

Senior Sister, Flower of the High Mountain x Junior Brother, Paranoid Crazy Batch The day when Qingluan Saint Yun Ruoyao sealed the Demon Lord with her life, she found out that her Taoist companion, Wen Zui, the junior disciple she had brought up, had already made a deal with the Demon Lord. "Senior sister, you protect the common people, and I will protect you. If these common people betray you, I will slaughter them all." Before she died, she looked at his blood-stained eyes and thought he was possessed. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to a thousand years ago, when Wen Zui was still a blushing young boy who would tug at the hem of her clothes. In this life, she just wants to stay away from this future madman. But the young man hugged her from behind, his voice trembling: "Senior sister, do you not want me anymore? Then I don't want this life either. Wedge Yun Ruoyao remembered that the day she died, the sky was red. It's not the red of sunset, it's the kind of red that soaks half the sky with blood and burns the nine-layered palace with fire. Her spiritual power was nearly exhausted, and the last sealing pattern formed on her fingertips was sinking into the Demon Lord's Heavenly Spirit Cap inch by inch. With every inch she pushed forward, her soul was shattered. "Senior sister——" The sound of Wen Zhuo came from behind. There was a tremor in that voice that she had never heard before, like a string stretched to its limit and ready to break at any time. Yun Ruoyao didn't look back. She didn't dare to look back. Because she knew that as long as she looked back at the face she had raised for ten years, she would no longer be able to seal this seal. "Sister, you promised me. " Wen Zui's voice got closer, so close that she could hear his footsteps crushing the scorched earth. What did you promise? Yun Ruoyao couldn't remember. The seal was eating away at her memory, like fire eating rice paper, starting from the edge and turning into ashes piece by piece. She only remembers one thing—— The devil must die. "You said you wouldn't leave me alone. " Wen Zui's voice suddenly changed. It wasn't her familiar clear, boyish voice, but a hoarse voice that had been torn apart from the inside by something. Like metal scraping against bones, like the roar of a ghost crawling out from the depths of the underworld. Yun Ruoyao finally turned around. Then she saw the scene she least wanted to see in her life—— Wen Zuo stood three steps behind her, his white clothes stained with blood and his long hair scattered. His eyes were not the ink color she was familiar with, but scarlet, and something was surging deep in his pupils, as if a ferocious beast that had been sealed for millions of years was trying to break out of its cage. He was surrounded by a strong demonic aura. The demonic aura actually had the same origin as the demon king sealed by her. "You..." Yun Ruoyao felt a sweet taste in her throat. She suddenly understood everything. Why is it that the Demon Lord can always avoid her encirclement and suppression with great precision? Why is it that every time the seal is about to be successful, someone always destroys it from the inside? Why does Wen Zui always go out frequently in the past six months, but when he comes back, he only says that he is "retreating to practice". "You made a deal with him. " This is not a question, it is a statement. Wen Zui did not deny it. He just stood there, his scarlet eyes looking at her momentarily, watching as her body began to turn into light spots from her fingertips, dissipating bit by bit. "Senior sister, you protect the common people," he said, his voice very soft, as if he was reciting a sentence engraved in the bones, "I will protect you. " "If this life fails you -" His voice suddenly rose, with an almost crazy determination. "I will kill all the people. " Yun Ruoyao did not finish hearing this sentence. Her body completely shattered at that moment, turning into blue feathers of light that filled the sky, like a backward snow, floating towards the person she could not understand until her death. In the last moment of her consciousness that drifted away, she only had time to think of one thing - In your next life, don't meet me again. --- Chapter 1 Rebirth Yun Ruoyao was woken up by the cold. It's not the kind of cold that comes when you don't cover yourself with a quilt in the winter, but the kind of cold where your soul is frozen from the inside out after your spiritual power is exhausted. She had experienced it once in her previous life. During the last few days of sealing the Demon Lord, she was awakened by this coldness every day. But she was clearly dead. Her eyes shot open. What you see when you enter is not the expected Huangquan Road or the Reincarnation Platform, but a gray ceiling. It was made of stone with cracks, and an unknown grass grew in the cracks, with dewdrops hanging on the tips of the grass. She knew this place. So familiar. This is the Qingluan Peak disciple's room - the one she lived in during her Qi training period. The roof could never be repaired, and it would leak when it rained. She used her spiritual power to seal it three times to no avail. In the end, she simply put a wooden basin in the leaking area and fell asleep listening to the sound of water. But after she established the foundation, she moved to the inner peak and never came back to live again. Yun Ruoyao sat up suddenly. The movement was too big and pulled an old injury on her shoulder blade. The pain made her gasp. Wait. Old wounds? She looked down over her shoulder. There is a light pink scar there, which was scratched by a second-level monster during the Qi training period. Her cultivation level was too low at that time, and scars were left after the wounds healed, which did not disappear until she built a foundation and reshaped her body. She reached out and touched the scar, and the feeling on her fingertips was real. Real scars, real pain, real – alive. Yun Ruoyao took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and probed her consciousness into her Dantian. Seven levels of Qi training. The spiritual power was as thin as a layer of mist, barely enough for her to fly three miles without stopping to catch her breath. In her previous life, when she was at her peak, she was in the Great Perfection Stage of Tribulation. The spiritual power in her Dantian was as vast as the ocean, and she could destroy a city with a single thought. But now, she can't even use the sword control skill. But she didn't have time to feel sad about this. Because she suddenly realized something—— She went back thousands of years. Back to the time before everything started. The Demon Lord is still sleeping, Qingluan Peak has not yet been burned by the flames of war, and the people she is familiar with - her master, senior sister, and junior brother - are still alive. Including warm drinks. The moment this name came to mind, Yun Ruoyao's fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of the quilt. Warm drink. The last pair of scarlet eyes she saw before she died in her previous life, the crazy words "I will kill all the people", and the demonic aura in him that has the same origin as the Demon King... She didn't know what became of him. Her consciousness dissipated the moment the seal was completed, and she did not have time to see the ending. But there's one thing she knows very well - If it happened again, she would not let Wen Zui get close to her again. I won't give him another chance to become possessed. I won't let him become like that for her again. Yun Ruoyao opened the quilt and stepped on the cold stone slab with her bare feet. The coldness shot up from the soles of her feet, making her wake up a little. She walked to the window and pushed open the wooden window that could never be closed tightly. The cold morning wind from Qingluan Peak flows in, carrying the smell of pine needles and dew. In the distance are rolling mountains, with clouds and mist wrapping around the mountainside like white ribbons. There was smoke rising from the bottom of the mountain. It was the outer disciples making breakfast. Everything was as she remembered it. Quiet and peaceful, as if it would never be disturbed by war. "Senior Sister Yun! Senior Sister Yun! " Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, accompanied by a clear, obviously juvenile voice. Yun Ruoyao's body froze. She knew this voice. So familiar. In her previous life, this voice called her "senior sister" for ten years. From the crispness in her youth, to the gentleness in her youth, to the hoarse "senior sister" at the end that made her dare not look back. The person outside the door is Wen Zui. "Sister, are you up? Master said he would take us to the back mountain to collect herbs today. If we don't get up, we won't be able to make it to morning class! " The knock on the door rang a few more times, with the impatience characteristic of a young man. Yun Ruoyao stood in front of the window, motionless. She should have opened the door. Like in her previous life, she should have opened the door as if nothing had happened, looked at the young man outside with a sweet smile, and then said to him, "Let's go, don't let Master wait." But she can't. Her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, her fingers were digging into the window frame, her nails were embedded in the wood grain, and her knuckles were white. Because as soon as she opens the door, she will see that face. The face she last saw before she died in her previous life. "Sister? " The voice outside the door suddenly became a little lower, with a hint of uncertainty. "Sister, are you feeling uncomfortable? Have I come in? " Yun Ruoyao took a deep breath. She couldn't help but see him. This is not the previous life, and she is not the senior sister who was kept in the dark by him. She is now reborn and has the chance to change everything. The first step to change is - Stop being his senior sister. Don't give him any more reasons to get close to her. Yun Ruoyao turned around and walked towards the door. She opened the door. The morning light poured in, which was a bit dazzling. Standing outside the door was a young man who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old. His stature was not yet fully grown. He was wearing a blue robe that was washed out and turned white. There was an ordinary wooden sign hanging around his waist - it was the logo of an outer disciple. His eyebrows are very clean, like the snow that never melts on the top of Qingluan Peak is illuminated by the morning light, revealing a transparent and dust-free youthful air. When he saw her opening the door, the boy's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a shy smile. "Senior sister, you look so bad. Did you lose track of time while practicing last night? " He said, subconsciously taking a step forward and reaching out to help her. Yun Ruoyao took half a step back. The boy's hand stopped in mid-air. He was stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed again, took his hand back and scratched the back of his head. "Sister, are you angry with me? Is it because I secretly ate your sweet-scented osmanthus cake yesterday? I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you, I'll go down the mountain to buy some herbs for you today -" "Warm drink. " Yun Ruoyao interrupted him. Her voice was very calm, not like someone who had just woken up from sleep, nor like someone who had just lived a new life. It was a kind of cold that seeped from the bones. The young man was stunned by this cry. He has known Yun Ruoyao for two years and has never seen her speak to him in this tone. Although Yun Ruoyao usually doesn't talk much, she has always been gentle to him. She will patiently explain to him when he encounters bottlenecks in his practice, and will accompany him to sit on the edge of the cliff and watch the moon when he is homesick. She would never look at him like this. It's like looking at a stranger. It's like she's looking at someone she doesn't want to get close to. "From today on," Yun Ruoyao said, "Don't call me senior sister. " The boy's smile froze on his face. "I'm not your senior sister," she continued, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth, "You go to Master and ask him to find another senior brother or sister to take you. From now on... Don't follow me anymore. " After she finished speaking, she closed the door without giving the boy any time to react. The moment the door closed in front of the young man, Yun Ruoyao saw his expression. It's not anger or grievance after rejection. But something deeper. It was as if something he had been holding carefully was suddenly broken. The door is closed. Yun Ruoyao leaned against the door panel and slowly slid to the ground. She looked down at her hands—these hands had formed the last seal to seal the Demon Lord in her previous life. They had also tucked a young man into bed on countless late nights, guided his stray spiritual energy back to the right path, and helped him lie in front of his master. The last thing these hands held in the previous life was a handful of broken light. It was quiet for a long time outside the door. It took so long that Yun Ruoyao thought he had left. Then she heard a very soft voice coming from outside the door. It was as light as if he was afraid of disturbing anything. "Senior sister... Did I do something wrong? " Yun Ruoyao closed her eyes and did not answer. A long time passed. After a long time, the morning light turned into the midday sun, shining diagonally through the window cracks, drawing a golden line on the ground. There were finally footsteps outside the door. Very soft and slow, like a person retreating step by step, with hesitation and reluctance in every step. The footsteps gradually became distant. Yun Ruoyao opened her eyes and looked at the grass in the crack in the ceiling. The dew on the grass tips has dried. She suddenly wanted to cry. But she didn't cry. Because she knows this is just the beginning. If pushing Wen Zui away could change the outcome of her previous life, then she would be willing to be the evil person. Even if—— She looked down at her clenched fists. Her fingertips had dug into her palms, creating four small crescent-shaped wounds. Even if it hurts. --- Outside the door, Wen Zuo stood at the end of the corridor. He didn't go far. He just retreated to a distance where Yun Ruoyao couldn't hear his footsteps, and then stopped there, leaning against the pillar, looking up at the gray sky at Qingluan Peak. The boy's face was expressionless. It's not that there are no emotions, but there are too many emotions, so much that this still immature face can't contain them, and they can only sink into the eyes. His eyes were no longer the clean dark color they had been in front of Yun Ruoyao just now. There was something stirring deep in his eyes. The scarlet color flashed by, as fast as an illusion. "Senior sister," he whispered, his voice so soft that only he could hear it, "Sure enough, you... Are back too. " The shadow of the pillar fell on his face, hiding half of his face in darkness. On the half of the face in the dark, the corners of the mouth were slightly curved. Not a laugh. It's something more disturbing than crying. "It doesn't matter. " He stood up straight, patted the non-existent dust on his robe, turned around and walked down the mountain. After walking a few steps, he stopped again and looked back at Yun Ruoyao's closed door. "This time," he said, his voice carried by the mountain wind, "I won't leave you alone again. " The boy disappeared at the end of the corridor. The morning light fell on the place where he had just stood, illuminating a shallow fingerprint on the pillar - it was left when he clenched his fist just now. The wood grain was deformed by pressure, as if it had endured some force that should not have been endured. The wind passed over Qingluan Peak and scattered all the sounds. Only the closed door stood quietly in the morning light. Behind the door, Yun Ruoyao leaned on the door panel, closed her eyes, and told herself over and over again - Stop being soft-hearted. Stop being soft-hearted. Stop being soft-hearted. Intent: Self-awakening, two-way redemption