Chapter 50

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“Get out! Get out of here, all of you!” She suddenly shouted hysterically, “Leave me alone!”

Although the Princess was stubborn, she had always been polite to her servants and had rarely lost her temper. Grandma Sheng snorted a cold breath and hurriedly stood up, passing a glance to the housekeeper, who hastily waved his hand and led his servants out in a flurry.

The room finally fell silent, as quiet as a tomb.

Zhu Yan sat alone behind the shadows of the hanging curtains, not moving a single muscle. With her head bent down, she thought over and over again about the causes and consequences of what happened, and her heart became a chaotic mess of grief and anger. Suddenly, she shouted out loud, picked up a pillow with her reverse hand, and smashed it viciously against the mirror!

The porcelain pillow shattered against the bronze mirror and the piercing sound rang through the empty room. She let out a loud cry – yes, Master had actually made a statement that he was waiting for her to kill him! Fine, wait for me then! I will definitely come!

Zhu Yan flung herself onto the bed, and cried unconsciously for an unknown amount of time, finally feeling the heaviness in her heart lighten slightly before she raised her head, wiping the blood from her face haphazardly and gritting her teeth – yes, revenge! There must be vengeance! Her fingers subconsciously rummaged under her pillow, reaching the thin booklet and turning it over with trembling hands.

It begins with a familiar handwriting – ‘A small note for Zhu Yan’.

The ancient and elegant words pierced her eyes like nails, causing her to shiver. Zhu Yan held back the stinging pain in her heart and quickly turned the booklet to the last few pages, stopping her finger on the page of “Thousand Trees” – yes, this was the spell! If she had learned it then, Yuan wouldn’t have died!

She stopped there and looked at the page over and over again, her fingers following the gestures in the booklet, rehearsing the arcane magic repeatedly, drawing faster and faster – if it weren’t for the fact that she was sitting on a bed and didn’t have her feet on the ground, unable to really draw power, for sure the whole Red King’s Palace would have become a forest by now.

However, as she was learning, her fingers suddenly stopped in mid-air and a large tear rolled down her face.

Yes… what was the point in learning this now? Yuan is dead, and even if she learns Thousand Trees as good as she can, she can’t bring the dead back to life – what’s the point of learning it now? What she should be learning is… Right! In this booklet, is there the art of bringing back the dead?

Her heart fluttered and she eagerly turned the booklet upside down one more time.

With trembling fingers, she flipped through the pages and finally stopped at the last page of the handbook. There, in what should have been the most difficult and powerful final lesson, there were only four words on the page: The Star Soul Blood Oath.

Zhu Yan’s heart soared as she wiped away her tears and opened her eyes wide.

Next, the Master recorded in detail the mysteries of the spell – every person on this earth, their soul corresponds to the stars in the sky. The spell uses the stars as a link and the blood as a sacrifice to extend the life of the beneficiary through a forbidden spell.

This spell is so powerful that it can even ignite the eclipsing star and reverse life and death as long as the other person has not been dead for a long time and his or her soul has not been dispersed! But with it comes an extremely high price: the caster has to sacrifice half of his own life to continue the life of the other person.

There was a note in small print below, stating that this magic was the highest level of the Jiuyi arts and could not be mastered by anyone other than a highly trained priest, and that once performed, it could “reverse life and death and flesh and bones” and was “a great violation of the way of heaven”. It is “like holding a torch against the wind, one’s hand will be burnt”, and “should not be used unless in a desperate situation”.

She skipped over the stern warnings in a single glance and read on, and even such shocking warnings did nothing to diminish her heartfelt joy – great! If she learned this spell, wouldn’t she be able to trade her life to bring Yuan back from the other side of the Yellow Springs?

With a burst of ecstasy, Zhu Yan quickly turned the page and was immediately struck dumb again.

The last page was, surprisingly, torn off!

In that moment, she remembered the scene in Susa Haru’s golden tent when he finally took back the booklet and tore out the last page. Yes, he had taught her everything, but he took back the Star Soul Blood Oath – had he seen this day coming? How could he have foreseen this day?

Zhu Yan stared blankly at the booklet for half an hour, then suddenly released an annoyed shout and threw the booklet out towards the window – yes, it didn’t work! Nothing was working! In this world, there was no longer any method to bring Yuan back!

Suddenly she heard a rustling soft sound outside the window, like a cat in the night.

“Who?” She was in a fit of anger and grabbed a vase, “Get out!”

The window was pushed open a fraction of an inch and a pair of bright eyes looked through the darkness, “It’s me.”

“Why are you here again?” Zhu Yan put the vase back with no good grace and glared at the child outside the window, her voice rising, “Didn’t I said that nobody should bother me?”

Sumo didn’t speak, but simply flicked over the windowsill, jumped noiselessly into the room and handed her the booklet, “Don’t throw it around.”

However, as soon as Zhu Yan saw the familiar handwriting on the cover, boundless anger and annoyance rose up in her heart, and she threw the book onto the ground again with a fierce thud, “Take it away!”

The child looked at her as she went berserk and simply switched hands and pushed a box in front of her.

“What?” Zhu Yan fixed his eyes on it, only to see the familiar lacquer carved eight treasure box. However, inside were not only sweets, but also all kinds of exquisite cakes, a box full of them, dazzling and fragrant. Sumo pushed the box towards her, raised his eyes to look at her and whispered, “Eat up.”

“I told you to leave me alone, can’t you hear me?” Zhu Yan swept her hand over and angrily scolded, “Annoying little brat, get lost!”

With a loud clatter, the box that had been handed to her was suddenly knocked over, and all kinds of sweets and pastries suddenly spilled out like flowers, falling all over the floor. Sumo suddenly shuddered, as if he had been stabbed, and took a step back, tightening his lips in silence as he gave her a cold glance.

That glance made Zhu Yan’s heart suddenly startle and calm down – yes, this child was as sensitive and easily upset as a cat, and he could hold a grudge for half a day if one wrong look was given to him or the tone of the voice was not right.

“Hey…” she opened her mouth and tried to say something. However, Sumo never looked at her again, just bent down and picked up the sweets and pastries that were scattered all over the floor one by one and put them back in the box, pursing the corners of his mouth tightly and not saying a word.

“Hey, little brat, where did you find so many sweets and pastries?” Zhu Yan softened her tone as she ran out of words, “Did Grandma Sheng asked you to bring them to me?”

The child did not reply, he just bent down, carefully blew the dust off the pastry, put it back in the lacquered box then straightened up, turned and walked away without giving her a word more.

“Hey!” Zhu Yan got impatient and jumped up pulling him by the hand, “I’m talking to you!”

Sumo, however, just glanced at her and turned his head again, walking out the door.

“Hey! Don’t you leave!” She got angry, grabbed the scrawny kid and hauled him back with force, “Little brat, I’m talking to you, what’s with the tantrum?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Sumo said coldly, pushing her hand away, “Annoying little brat, leave me alone!”

Unexpectedly, her own words bounced back so promptly in the same way she said them earlier, that Zhu Yan could not help but choke mid-sentence. Seeing that the child was heading outside, she took a step forward and tried to pull him back – but after being in a coma for half a month with serious injuries, she had no strength left. As soon as she took a step, her legs felt as if they had been soaked in vinegar, and she stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

The child who had already reached the door, turned back and saw her in such a distressed state, he couldn’t help but stop.

“It hurts!” Zhu Yan hurriedly covered her knee and muttered, “It hurts like hell! Come help me up!”

“…” Sumo paused and turned back to look at her, his eyes as wary as a small wounded beast looking at a human, hesitating to approach.

Seeing the child’s look, Zhu Yan hurriedly tried to coax him, “Don’t be upset… earlier was my fault. Just let me die from falling down here if you’re a petty person and don’t remember your own faults, okay?”

Sumo paused for a moment, but eventually turned around and came back, stretched out his thin arms, lifting her up from the floor with force and returning her to the bed with an expressionless face, then tried to walk away.

“Hey!” Zhu Yan hurriedly pulled the boy back and said in a kind voice, “I was in a bad mood just now and snapped at you, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

Sumo just gave her a cold, slanted look and asked, “Why were you in a bad mood?”

“Because… because…” Zhu Yan said, pausing for a long time, her voice shaking a little, “You know, the person I loved the most, he is dead!”

“Are you talking about that shark guy?” The boy finally turned his head to look at her, his eyes shifting as he asked, somewhat surprised, “He… He’s dead?”

“Yeah.” Zhu Yan gritted her teeth and nodded, finally crying out.

This time she didn’t fake it, she was really crying with such pain that she couldn’t even stop for a moment to catch a breath. Sumo watched in awe as she cried, with a confused expression on his face – as if a bit surprised and a bit intimidated, his arm moved to touch her shoulder, only to put it down again.

The child seemed to be at a loss of what to say, and it was only after a long time that he opened his mouth and said in a thin voice, “The death of the person you loved the most? That should be really sad… just like… just like when my Ah-Niang died, it will make people realize that… although this world is so big, they can only rely on themselves in the future.”

Those words were so painful that they plunged straight into her heart and lungs. At that moment, Zhu Yan could no longer hold back and let out a loud cry.

The child looked at her and finally hesitantly reached out with his small hand, stroked her hair and whispered softly, “Okay… don’t cry.” After a pause, seeing that she was still crying, he took out a Kang Kang fruit from the box, peeled off the candy paper and stuffed it to her, “Eat it.”

She crumpled it in her hand, crying her eyes out, and the child picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped away her face full of blood and tears, the gloom and suspicion in his eyes completely gone, his mouth softly chanting, “There, there, don’t cry. You’re an adult now… How can you still cry like that?”

Zhu Yan ignored him and just cried out loudly, for more than half an hour. It was only when she exhausted all her energy from crying that the child put down the handkerchief and leaned down to push the lacquer carved eight treasure box over, “Have something to eat, otherwise you won’t even have the energy to cry.”

Zhu Yan whimpered and swallowed the kang kang, devouring a dozen candies in one gulp.

“Slow down… slow down.” Sumo patted her back and persuaded her softly, then picked up the booklet from the ground and placed it in front of her, “Don’t throw it around, it’s a problem if you lose this and gets picked up by someone else.”

Zhu Yan wiped her tears and glanced at him, “You’ve read it?”

Sumo didn’t refute it, just nodded.

“Could you read it?” She asked.

The child nodded again, pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

“It’s in the ancient writing of Kongsang, you probably can’t read it. I’ll translate it and explain it to you later.” Zhu Yan sighed, her voice a little hoarse from the painful crying, “Once you learn this, no one will dare to bully you in the world anymore!”

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