Chapter 84: 84. Chapter Eighty-Four

84. Chapter Eighty-Four

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She was no longer at the Bai Fu in Guangkai Town.

She could no longer continue sleeping, so Atian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, changed into the sect attire that had been prepared last night, washed up simply, and hesitated for a moment before the box of jewelry Lady Bai had prepared on the vanity, but ultimately closed the lid with determination.

She still hadn't forgotten that one buried at the bottom of the sea.

Applying a bit of lip rouge to her lips, Atian stood up to warm up; the moon-white silk dress given by Guo Huai was soft and fit well, and she felt she could easily perform a roundhouse kick.

Once finished washing up, it was time to head out.

She tentatively pushed the door open, and then she knew where the rumbling sound that had woken her up came from.

The Beihai Sword Sect had a total of one thousand three hundred and six people; excluding the five Elders including Sect Master Duan Xuan, there were a total of one thousand three hundred and one disciples. Among these disciples, if one removed Bai Xinli, who was in long-term seclusion, and also deducted those who were out training, there were still hundreds living in this residential courtyard.

When Atian returned last night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, so she naturally didn't feel anything, but as soon as it was dawn, the presence of these disciples became apparent.

One moon-white figure after another leaped down along the hill-like residential buildings, and amidst the successive sounds of footsteps, various greetings were mixed in—Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Junior Brother... titles and names rang out in a chorus, and occasionally one or two "Junior Uncle" were mixed in, as after all, the first level was Guo Huai's territory.

Atian could not leap as skillfully as they did and could only honestly walk down the steep stairs; this normal action appeared particularly unconventional among the leaping crowd and quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Who is that?"

"A new Junior Sister?"

"A new Junior Sister."

"A new Junior Sister?!"

This news instantly triggered an uproar among the disciples; they all stopped what they were doing and turned their heads in unison to look at Atian, who was earnestly walking down the stairs. The latter stopped her steps unhurriedly, covered half her face with her sleeve, and smiled with her eyes curved like crescent moons, her eyes even more radiant.

"Does she... she, she not eat people, right?"

The male disciples, who were already accustomed to being trampled upon and bullied by their Senior Sisters, gasped and immediately felt as if they were facing a great enemy, and then they were kicked off the residential building one by one by someone.

"Morning class time is almost here, don't waste time."

Amidst the wails of the disciples, a slender figure appeared in Atian's line of sight. The person who arrived was wearing the same moon-white silk dress as her, her long black hair was coiled behind her head, and there was not a trace of makeup on her face. Her appearance was not particularly outstanding, yet she made one feel genuinely comfortable.

The woman walked up to Atian; her age could not be told from her appearance, but her temperament was very mature, at least enough to make a young girl like Atian feel inferior.

"This elder sister," she reached out and took the woman's hand, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

"You certainly have; a few years ago I went to visit your residence," facing the teasing from someone of the same gender, the woman smiled calmly, "I am Su Ying; you should have heard Senior Brother mention me."

The smile on Atian's face faded; Su Ying used one sentence to bring her back to late last night.

"See me?" Atian tilted her head, "What for?"

Bai Xinli paused, "I need your memory."

"Fifteen years ago, you and I, who had not yet stepped into the Xiuxianmen, had a moment of eye contact..."

Atian interrupted him, "That was only for an instant."

"An instant... is enough," Bai Xinli said with a firm tone, "Even if it was only one glance, that was still 'me'."

Pondering for a moment, Atian touched her chin, "... Then, what do you want me to do?"

For her, this did not constitute a multiple-choice question at all.

Regardless of what the starting point was, the Bai couple had earnestly raised her for fifteen years. Although this couple always stubbornly said that their son had long since passed away, deep down they were most concerned about Bai Xinli, who had left fifteen years ago; this was human nature and could not be criticized.

As for her, she had already severed her worldly ties and entered the Xiuxianmen; wanting to repay the kindness of the Bai couple by extending it to their biological son was not unacceptable.

And what about Bai Xinli? He said he would gift her an Immortal Path, and he had indeed done so. If he hadn't intervened, she would have spent her life drifting in Guangkai Town; perhaps she would have been envied by everyone, but that would only have been the happiness of a "mortal."

Bai Tian did not need that kind of happiness.

Therefore, she followed Zhao Kuo and left, leaving behind her foster parents and her mediocre life, opening up new horizons; even if what she saw and knew was only the tip of the iceberg of the cultivation world, it was still magnificent enough.

When she saw that Broken Sword piercing through the Floating Island, she knew that she could not go back, nor did she want to.

And now, Bai Xinli was here proposing a trade—exchanging irrelevant memories for everything she yearned for.

This was a completely open scheme, upright to the point of being somewhat cute.

Atian could not find a reason to refuse his proposal.

Why should she refuse?

Bai Tian's life took a turn at the age of three and turned back at the age of eighteen; perhaps this was the fate between her and the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing her agree, Bai Xinli should have felt happy, yet the young girl before him was wearing clothes soaked in cold sweat, her face pale. His Adam's apple moved, but the words he finally spoke took a turn.

"There is one more person waiting outside the door; return to your room to rest tonight, and Senior Sister Su Ying will come to find you tomorrow morning."

The person waiting outside was naturally Song Zhicheng, and Atian waited gleefully to see his joke the next day.

Unexpectedly, before she could see Song Zhicheng's joke, the "Senior Sister Su Ying" mentioned by Bai Xinli came knocking first.

Although she was called "Junior Sister" by Bai Xinli, Su Ying was quite a bit older than him, and her temperament was more composed, quite different from the other boys and girls.

Su Ying's own explanation for this was, "It is shameful to say, but I am quite a bit older than Senior Brother, and I have also followed the master's orders to take care of him for some time, only back then everyone still called him Junior Brother Bai."

Atian nodded in understanding; Bai Xinli was only five years old when he went up the mountain, just a child, and he might have been quite a handful; it would be strange if no one took care of him.

At this moment, the two of them had returned to Bai Tian's room, and Su Ying even produced a set of tea sets from somewhere, thoughtfully pouring a cup for Atian.

"Senior Brother entrusted this matter to me because this matter can only be done by me."

She said calmly, taking an amber-colored short sword from her bosom and placing it on the table.

"This sword is named 'White Colt', it is my personal sword."

"White Colt? Is it the White Colt from 'time flies like a white colt passing a crevice'?" Atian asked.

Su Ying nodded, "That's right, the Sword Heart I have realized is Time. The past between you and Senior Brother is actually hidden in the time you have experienced."

"I will capture that segment of time and sever it from you," speaking to this point, her expression became serious, "And you will only be left with a vague memory and will never be able to recall anything else; have you thought it through?"

"Honestly, I don't remember much clearly even now," Atian answered sincerely, "I make eye contact with countless people every day, how could I possibly remember them all."

"What you say makes so much sense... no, that's not right!" Su Ying changed her tone abruptly halfway through, and she slapped the table with her hand, "In that case! Then you should start practicing hard from today! I will supervise you!"

"Ah?" The other party's image changed too quickly, and Atian didn't react for a moment.

"You are nothing but a mortal right now, Junior Sister Bai! If I strike with this Sword, you'll be done for!"

Su Ying stood up all of a sudden, her aggressive demeanor bearing no trace of the gentle big sister she had been just a moment ago.

"The sect was already mentally prepared to throw spiritual medicine at you to force out a Foundation Establishment cultivator; your possession of a Sword Bone was a complete surprise, and it saved us a huge sum of money!"

The tone she used to say this was exactly the same as when Lady Bai discovered that a newly hired clerk only needed to be paid one string of coins a month, which immediately made Atian feel a sense of kinship.

"Although our Beihai Sword Sect isn't short on money, these big men are always spending lavishly; even a large household with a great legacy can't withstand such reckless spending! In this regard, Junior Sister Bai, you are truly a considerate little padded jacket!"

Atian's cheeks flushed from the praise, and she nodded with deep feeling; Master Bai's ability to earn money was impressive, but his talent for spending it was just as great, and many times she could only join forces with Lady Bai to block his heart that was forever restless on the front lines of spending.

As the only person who resonated with her troubles, Bai Tian's shy little appearance made Su Ying's heart bloom with joy, giving her the feeling of having met a soulmate.

"Here! This is your schedule; you must attend every single class." She took a piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to Atian.

"A schedule?" The latter unfolded the paper in confusion. "Is this a Classroom?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ying revealed a desolate expression. "Junior Sister, you don't know, but our sect has few members; including the Sect Master and the Elders, there are only five of us in total, so there really aren't enough to go around."

"For this reason, this sect has abolished the one-on-one master-disciple system and specifically opened a Classroom, where the Elders and several senior martial brothers take turns teaching, and all disciples can go to attend lectures according to their own level."