202: The Scar of the Sky

"Cold Moon."

He didn't struggle, nor did he attempt to mobilize the suppressed spiritual energy.

He just quietly looked at his First Senior Sister pressing down on him, his gaze passing over that beautiful yet frenzied face, landing on the nine majestic yet gradually dimming golden dragon phantoms behind her.

"Your hand is shaking."

Cold Moon's fingers, which were unbuttoning his clothes, suddenly froze.

"You're not shaking because of excitement."

Su Lin raised his hand, and this time, he wasn't blocked by those golden chains.

Perhaps Cold Moon had subconsciously relaxed the suppression; his palm pressed against her burning cheek.

"Your vitality is draining away."

Su Lin's voice lowered, carrying a hint of unquestionable certainty.

"This Southern Yu National Fortune Golden Dragon isn't protecting you; it's eating you."

"You're using your own life to fill a bottomless hole."

A deathly silence filled the hall.

The madness and lust in Cold Moon's eyes, like a sandcastle washed by the tide, collapsed bit by bit, finally revealing a pale and desolate base.

Her originally straight back suddenly slumped.

That indomitable Empress's pressure dissipated in an instant.

She was no longer the overbearing monarch wanting to take her Revered Master by force, but just a stubborn girl who was severely injured and holding onto her last breath to see her elder.

"...Revered Master."

She buried her face in the crook of Su Lin's neck, no longer biting, but letting out a whimper like a wounded little beast.

"You... how can you see through everything?"

"I am your Revered Master." Su Lin sighed, stroking her messy long hair. "If I couldn't even tell when my disciple was about to die, what would be the point of my Cultivate in the Dao?"

"I didn't want to die."

Cold Moon's voice was muffled, with a heavy nasal tone.

"I just... can't hold on anymore."

She slowly straightened up, and the half-slipped dragon robe fell back, covering the spring-like radiance of her shoulders.

She sat cross-legged on Su Lin, her hands forming Seals, dispersing the surrounding golden restricted space.

As the Restriction disappeared, the star power within Su Lin began to circulate again, and the discomfort of being suppressed vanished instantly.

But he didn't move, just listened quietly.

"Revered Master, do you know why Southern Yu can float in the sky?"

Cold Moon pointed beneath her feet.

"Because beneath this, the scar of heaven is being suppressed."

"scar of heaven?" Su Lin frowned slightly.

"Three thousand years ago, the Upper Realm shattered, and a fragment fell here, forming this floating continent.

But this fragment is too heavy for the Laws of the mortal world to bear, so it's collapsing all the time, constantly creating cracks leading to the void."

Cold Moon gave a bitter smile.

"Every emperor of the Southern Yu Imperial Family is actually just a patch."

"We Cultivate Imperial Dao Dragon Qi not for the sake of ruling, but to refine ourselves into the sturdiest stone to plug that ever-expanding hole."

"This is the curse of the Southern Yu Imperial Family never living past five hundred years."

Speaking of this, a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes.

"Originally, I could have held on for another few hundred years."

"But that fool Sima Rongrong... for the sake of seizing power, she actually colluded with the [World Eater], attempting to destroy the Seal."

"The Seal is broken."

Cold Moon looked at Su Lin, her eyes full of despair.

"Three days ago, that scar of heaven completely split open.

I burned ninety-nine percent of my Lifespan and even used my not-yet-fully-formed Mahayana Stage Dao Fruit to barely manage to Seal it temporarily."

Su Lin's heart jolted.

So the so-called Heaven Sacrifice wasn't about sacrificing Cold Moon, but Cold Moon turning herself into a sacrificial offering to fill that sinkhole!

And the reason she made such a big scene, even wanting to force him into marriage... "I was afraid that if I died, no one would be able to protect you."

Cold Moon lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting Su Lin's sleeve.

"I thought, if I could break through the final step before I died, or... transfer this Imperial Dao Dragon Qi to you."

"With Southern Yu's national fortune protecting you, even if a Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert came, they wouldn't dare move against you easily."

"As for those marks..."

She glanced at the golden dragon brand on Su Lin's neck, an apologetic look flashing in her eyes.

"That is the Legacy mark of the national fortune.

With it, you are the new Emperor of Southern Yu.

Although my Junior Sisters are strong, they cannot protect this foundation. Only you..."

"Foolish."

Su Lin raised his hand and gave her forehead a hard flick.

"Thump!"

He didn't hold back, and the flick brought tears to Cold Moon's eyes. She covered her forehead, looking at him with a face full of grievance.

"Revered Master..."

"Do you think your Revered Master is very weak?"

Su Lin sat up and straightened his torn collar. In those deep eyes, starlight swirled, carrying an arrogance that looked down upon the world.

"Do I need to rely on my disciple sacrificing herself to live off a woman?"

"I..." Cold Moon opened her mouth. "But you are only at the Body Integration stage right now..."

"What's wrong with Body Integration?"

Su Lin snorted coldly.

"Even if I were at Void Refining, your Revered Master could still grind a Mahayana Stage expert into the dirt.

Since there's a hole here, then we'll patch it.

Since someone is making trouble, then we'll kill them."

He stood up, grabbed Cold Moon's wrist, and pulled her up from the bed.

"Put on your clothes."

"Take me to that scar of heaven."

"I want to see what kind of thing dares to eat my disciple."

Cold Moon stared blankly at the man before her.

Clearly his cultivation wasn't as high as hers, and clearly she had just been pressing him down.

But at this moment, that back seemed tall enough to prop up the entire collapsing sky.

A long-lost sense of security instantly filled her withered heart.

"Yes."

She took a deep breath, the despondency in her eyes swept away as she returned to being the majestic Empress.

With a wave of her hand, her dragon robe was donned, and her imperial crown was replaced.

"Revered Master, please follow me."

..."Rumble!"

Just as the two were about to set off.

The entire Star-Plucking Tower suddenly shook violently, as if a magnitude twelve earthquake had occurred.

Following that, the incredibly sturdy defensive barrier overhead let out an overburdened wail.

"Crack!"

The barrier shattered.

Four figures full of Killing Intent, like four meteors, smashed directly through the dome of the Star-Plucking Tower and crashed to the ground.

The dust cleared.

Su Hongling carried her giant sword, her face full of Evil Qi.

Luo Ximei's Devilish Qi was overwhelming, red light flashing in her heterochromatic eyes.

Chu Weiwei held a handful of poison needles, her gaze sinister.

Mu Qingxue was surrounded by cold Qi, freezing the air.

As soon as the four of them landed, their gazes simultaneously locked onto Cold Moon standing by the bed, and... that messy large bed which clearly showed signs of a "fierce struggle."

And Su Lin's torn collar.

And Cold Moon's somewhat messy hair.

"First! Senior! Sister!"

Su Hongling was the first to explode, her giant sword pointing at Cold Moon, her whole body shaking with rage.

"You beast! You actually made a move on the Old Man?!"

"Even the clothes are torn?! What did you two just do?! Speak! Is it already..."

Luo Ximei was even more furious, directly summoning the myriad soul banner, black and white Devilish Qi condensing into a giant "Kill" character behind her.

"Unforgivable..."

"This venerable one hasn't even held his hand enough, yet you actually went for a home run?!"

"Cold Moon! Today, either you die, or I do!"

Chu Weiwei didn't say a word, raising her hand to scatter a cloud of purple poison mist.

"Die, you vixen! I'm going to poison you mute and see how you seduce Revered Master after that!"

Although Mu Qingxue didn't speak, the ground beneath her feet quickly froze, and countless ice thorns spread toward Cold Moon like brambles; she was clearly truly enraged.

Facing the siege of her four Junior Sisters, Cold Moon didn't panic but instead gave a cold laugh.

"How? Are you jealous?"

She took a step forward, blocking Su Lin, her Imperial Dao Dragon Qi transforming into a golden Dragon that circled her, blocking all the attacks.

"Jealousy is useless."

"This Empress and Revered Master have long since been..."

She intentionally paused, looking back at Su Lin with a hint of craftiness in her eyes.

"...in a relationship where we've seen each other's true selves."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

These few words were like a nuclear bomb, instantly detonating the scene.

Su Hongling screamed in rage, swinging her giant sword to fight for her life.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you, ahhhh!"

Seeing that this shura field was about to escalate into a world-ending battle.

"All of you, shut up!!!"

Su Lin let out a roar.

The Myriad Heavens Star Chart unfolded, and the stellar gravity instantly enveloped the scene, forcibly separating the five women who were about to collide.

"All of you, shut up!!!"

Su Lin roared, and the vast stellar gravity field of the Myriad Heavens Star Chart crashed down like an invisible giant hand, forcibly pinning the five women, who were about to collide and trigger a world war, to the spot.

Above the ruins of the Star-Plucking Tower, the dust settled.

There was only the broken warm jade bed, the torn gauze curtains, and the man standing in the center with disheveled clothes and a dark face.

"Have you caused enough of a scene?"

Su Lin took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping around.

To the left was Su Hongling, pressed down on one knee but still baring her teeth.

To the right was Luo Ximei, her Devilish Qi suppressed by the starlight, only able to kill with her eyes.

In front was Chu Weiwei, holding poison needles and staring at Cold Moon with a look of resentment.

Behind was Mu Qingxue, her body surrounded by a chilling frost, ready to freeze the entire place at any moment.

And there was the Fourth Disciple, Ye You, crouching on a broken roof beam.

As for the culprit who started all this, Cold Moon, she was currently leaning against a broken bedpost.

Though her face was as pale as paper, a winner's smile still hung at the corner of her mouth, as if that phrase "seeing each other's true selves" wasn't to provoke her Junior Sisters, but to state a sacred fact.

"Revered Master is biased!"

Ye You finally found a chance to interject. She leapt down from the beam, dark green vines flailing behind her.

She didn't pay attention to Cold Moon but instead huddled close to Su Lin, her perky nose sniffing the air.

"Such a strong scent..."

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips, her wild eyes full of jealousy.

"Revered Master is covered in First Senior Sister's scent... that's ambergris, and..."

She leaned even closer, almost pressing against Su Lin's neck.

"And a scent... of having blended together."

"Boom!"

This sentence was like throwing a torch into a powder keg.

"Blended together?!"

Su Hongling no longer cared about Su Lin's gravity suppression. Golden light exploded from her body as she forced herself to stand up against the pressure.

"What kind of blending?! Divine Soul or physical?!"

She rushed to Su Lin in a few steps, her red eyes practically spitting fire, her hands reaching out to strip Su Lin's clothes.

"Let me check! If you're no longer clean... I'll... I'll..."

She held it in for a long time, finally bursting into tears.

"Get lost!"

Luo Ximei kicked Su Hongling away, a dangerous light swirling in her platinum right eye.

"This kind of delicate work should be done by this venerable one."

She reached out, a ball of black and white flames condensing at her fingertips.

"This is called the World-Purifying Devil Flame, specifically for burning away all impure things.

Revered Master, bear with it. It might be a bit hot, but after burning off a layer of skin, the new flesh that grows back will be clean."

"You're all too violent."

Chu Weiwei approached gloomily, holding a bowl of green medicinal soup.

"Revered Master, this is Weiwei's specially made Water of Forgetting. Drink it, and you'll forget all the dirty things that just happened. It doesn't matter if the body is dirty, as long as the heart forgets..."

Although Mu Qingxue didn't move, the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped to the freezing point, and a thin layer of white frost had formed on Su Lin's eyebrows.

"If it can't be washed clean..."

She spoke coldly.

"Then cut off that piece of flesh, freeze it here, and Seal it away forever."

Su Lin looked at this group of disciple who had completely fallen into madness, feeling his temples throb.

How was this a shura field? This was clearly an execution ground!

"Enough!"

Su Lin violently flicked his sleeves, shaking off all the claws reaching toward him.

"Your Revered Master is still pure!"

He had to shout in defense of his own chastity.

"Nothing happened! She tore the clothes! She made the marks! But the final step wasn't taken!"

"Really?"

Five pairs of eyes stared at him simultaneously, their gazes full of suspicion.

"Truer than true gold!"

Su Lin swore to the heavens.

"Tch..."

Cold Moon let out an extremely disappointed snort from the side.

"Revered Master, why bother explaining?"

She slowly straightened her somewhat damaged dragon robe. Though her body was weak, her aura remained immensely imposing.

"Although the final step wasn't taken, we've done all the ninety-nine steps leading up to it."

She pointed to Su Lin's open collar, where a lifelike golden dragon mark was emitting a faint imperial pressure, overbearingly occupying the territory that originally belonged to the other three.

"Look, this is the proof."

"This Empress's mark is the recognition of the national fortune, the symbol of the Empress."

She looked provocatively at her other four Junior Sisters.

"Compared to my golden dragon, aren't your bite marks and drawings a bit too shabby?"

"Shabby?!"

Su Hongling looked at the golden dragon, her whole body shaking with rage.

"Where's my bite mark?! Where's the bite mark I made until it bled?!"

"I wiped it away," Cold Moon said flatly. "It was too ugly and affected the aesthetic."

"Ahhhh! I'm going to kill you!!"

Su Hongling completely went berserk, swinging her fist to charge forward, but she was pulled back by Luo Ximei.

"Don't be impulsive."

Luo Ximei stared at the golden dragon mark, her gaze terrifyingly cold.

"Second Senior Sister, haven't you noticed? That mark... isn't just a pattern."

She reached out, wanting to touch the mark, but was bounced back by a golden light screen an inch away from the skin.

"This is the Imperial Dao Lock."

Luo Ximei withdrew her hand, her fingertips slightly red from the heat.

"Only those with imperial Qi can touch it, or the partner of the person who was marked."