Zhu Zhuyun's Three Memories

Lin Hai smiled slightly, walked to the table in the room, sat down leisurely, poured himself a cup of tea, and said slowly:

"The situation is manageable. However, no one should be coming. You can also try to get out of this room."

Zhu Zhuyun recognized Lin Hai at this moment, and for some reason, her tense heartstrings inexplicably relaxed a little.

She moved to the door and reached out to open it, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to even touch the doorknob.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Netherworld Slash!" Zhu Zhuyun shouted, unleashing her strongest single-target attack Soul Skill!

However, the result was naturally in vain; the barrier remained completely unmoved, without even a ripple.

She turned around, looked at Lin Hai who was drinking tea from his own teacup, sighed softly, and withdrew her Martial Soul: "What do you want?"

Lin Hai did not answer, and the [Dream Weaver] was activated.

Zhu Zhuyun's eyes instantly became empty and dull.

After obtaining his Seventh Soul Ring, the power of [Dream Weaver] increased significantly. Facing low-level Soul Master, Lin Hai could explore their memories almost without any obstacles.

In my memory—

Zhu Zhuyun handed a delicate wooden box to a little girl, about three or four years old, with a beautiful, delicate face, and gently patted her head.

"Zhu Qing, this is your favorite Beltfish Jerky. But eat less, it's almost time for dinner."

The little girl excitedly opened the box, grabbed three pieces of dried fish with her little hands as hard as she could, held them high and handed them to Zhu Zhuyun, saying in her childish voice:

"Big sister! Don't you also love Beltfish Jerky? Let's eat some together!"

With her other little hand, she eagerly grabbed a piece of dried fish and stuffed it into her mouth, "Mmm..."

A smile of satisfaction spread across Zhu Zhuyun's eyes. She took the dried fish and gently placed it back in the box, saying with a smile:

"My sister is already ten years old and doesn't like these snacks anymore."

"Waaah... Hey sister... whatever you want in the future, I'll buy it for you when I grow up..."

Another memory—

The day Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Awakening.

"The Third Miss's Innate Soul Power is actually level seven, just like the Eldest Miss back then!" A member of a collateral branch of the Zhu Family couldn't help but exclaim.

"Keep your voice down! What are you yelling about! The eldest young lady is thirteen years old and her Soul Power has already reached level twenty-seven. Do you think it's a good thing that the Third Miss has high talent?" Another member of the collateral branch quickly tugged at his companion's sleeve and lowered his voice.

Zhu Qing was overjoyed that her talent was the same as her older sister's, and she dreamed of becoming a powerful Soul Master in the future.

But when she was about to go back and tell her sisters the good news, she found that many of her people looked at her with complicated and regretful eyes.

She was confused and just wanted to go back quickly to ask her older sister why.

My second sister seems to have become less talkative in recent years.

Just as he reached the door, he bumped into Zhu Zhuyun, who had rushed over after hearing the news, her expression complex and indescribable.

The young girl rarely saw her older sister with such an expression, and a sense of fear arose in her heart, as if everything around her had become unfamiliar.

She walked timidly to Zhu Zhuyun, grabbed her sister's sleeve with her small hand, and looked up to ask:

"Big sister, what's wrong? Why are people looking at me so strangely after I awakened my Martial Soul...?"

She lowered her head and muttered softly, "You're acting strange today too."

Zhu Zhuyun squatted down, her fingers trembling slightly, and stroked Zhu Qing's tender cheek.

She wished the little girl could stay five years old forever...

"Zhu Qing... Mom and Dad will tell you everything. From today onwards... we are rivals. From now on... you must... be strong..."

Her voice was hoarse and strained as she spoke the words with almost all her might. Then she abruptly pulled her sleeve from Zhu Qing's hand, turned around, and resolutely left.

Zhu Zhuqing's world seemed to collapse at that moment. She ran crying to her parents, wanting to know why all this had happened.

In the days that followed, Zhu Zhuqing understood the reason, but she still couldn't comprehend it.

The eldest sister seemed to have completely changed. She often made sarcastic remarks to her, and many people in the clan avoided her like the plague.

She hid under the covers and cried many times in secret. Gradually, she seemed to understand why her second sister had been so taciturn all these years.

Several months later, in Zhu Zhuyun's room.

Several Soul Master stood solemnly among them.

Zhu Zhuyun sat in the main seat and gave a deep order:

"Zhu Qing has been behaving very strangely lately. She used to cry at the slightest grievance, but now she seems like a completely different person. Keep a close eye on her and see if you can find out why."

"Also, when she reaches level ten and needs to acquire Soul Ring, you guys go and 'cause some trouble'."

Her sharp gaze swept over the crowd. "Remember, you can only interfere, not delay her absorption of the Soul Ring, and you must not seriously injure her! If she really encounters danger, you must secretly help her escape."

"Also, you must not let her know that you have gone easy on her. You can decide how to proceed; I only care about the results."

Her tone suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"What I say today is only for your knowledge. If even a single word is leaked, the consequences... you know."

"Yes, Miss!" The men bowed and accepted the order, their expressions solemn.

The third memory—

"Dad! Why are you imprisoning my second sister in this room and not allowing me to visit her?!" Zhu Zhuyun glared angrily at her father, Zhu Yongnian.

Zhu Yongnian narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them. "Who told you Zhu Yu was home?"

Zhu Zhuyun was still furious. "Nobody told me! I found out myself! Dad, you haven't answered my question yet!"

"What do you need to answer? Don't you know the rules of the Zhu Family and the royal family?" Zhu Yongnian sighed.

"But the Second Prince is already dead..." Zhu Zhuyun's eyes were filled with tears, filled with incomprehension and indignation.

Zhu Yongnian smiled bitterly, "So what if you're dead? Do you think Zhu Yu will be free? If anything happens to either you or Zhu Qing in the future, the royal family will immediately appoint her to take her place!"

"Although she is now confined to her home and has lost her freedom, it is better than the future... Will she be betrothed to her fiancé's brother, stepping over the bones of her own sisters?"

Upon hearing her father's words, Zhu Zhuyun felt as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant. She staggered and collapsed to the ground, muttering:

"Is the competition within the royal family really this brutal? What has our Zhu Family gained from it? Is it really... worth it?"

These words seemed to have struck a nerve with Zhu Yongnian's deepest wounds. He gazed at his distraught eldest daughter, his voice low and bitter:

"The women of the Zhu Family, those who lost, either died or were maimed; those who won, became Empress, but... remained childless for life."

He paused, his self-deprecation deepening:

"The men of the Zhu Family... will rise to great heights and become extremely wealthy!"

This was a knot in his heart that he could never untie throughout his life.

The Nether Civet Martial Soul is a very powerful Martial Soul, enough to establish a sect and create a sect that is almost as powerful as the Lower Four Sects.

However, due to a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they are bound to the royal family for generations.

The women of the family sacrificed their lives and happiness generation after generation, only to gain the wealth and glory of the entire Zhu Family.

The Zhu Family family could have earned all of this through their own strength...