What Did It Matter to Lose Her Flesh?

The Thunder Immortal World, the Thunder Immortal Palace.

In a magnificent room.

Luo Chuan twitched his fingers slightly, and a special restriction appeared on the spot. Then, his figure flashed and he directly entered the Immortal Mansion.

Inside the Immortal Mansion, Liu Mei saw Luo Chuan enter and immediately knelt on one knee, saying, "Master, you've arrived."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly, looked at the Yao Bingyun and Yao Mengyun sisters on the bed, and then said, "Are they still unconscious?"

"Yao Bingyun was severely injured by Blood God Child's palm strike earlier. She has been treated, but her injuries are too severe, and she still needs to use the energy here to recover."

"As for her younger sister, Yao Mengyun... because she was imprisoned in a magical artifact and nearly turned into a spirit, we could only keep her alive as much as possible, but we're afraid we won't be able to save her physical body."

Upon hearing this, Luo Chuan also stepped over. Looking at the sisters on the bed, he could feel the strong aura of death emanating from Yao Mengyun, which was exactly as Liu Mei had described.

There are only two choices now: either shatter Yao Mengyun's physical body and possess another cultivator, or abandon her physical body and cultivate through the path of ghost cultivation.

Although the future achievements of ghost cultivators are very low, at least they can hold onto their lives. With the energy here, they might even be able to break through the upper limit.

Luo Chuan sat in the chair, not making a decision on his own. He planned to wait until Yao Bingyun woke up before explaining things to her, since she was Yao Mengyun's older sister.

With her Liu Mei and pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip, she came behind Luo Chuan, stretched out her jade-like hand, and gently massaged Luo Chuan. "Master, this disciple has some questions. Why are you helping Sister Yao Bingyun?"

"What the Yao Family did to you, even slaughtering all the Yao Family members wouldn't be an exaggeration, why...?"

Luo Chuan swirled the teacup in his hand and replied calmly, "My help to the Yao Bingyun sisters is not because of their sisterly affection, nor because I want a maid, but rather for Xue'er's sake."

"Xue'er once told me that if I ever encountered Yao Family, I should spare their lives. This would be considered as fulfilling Xue'er's request."

Upon hearing this, Liu Mei didn't say anything more and continued to massage her master's body, her beautiful face now showing a gentle expression.

After a while, a faint groan came from the bed.

Yao Bingyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, then she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up almost instinctively. The violent movement aggravated her still-healing wounds, making her face even paler.

When Yao Mengyun saw Yao Bingyun Mengyun lying beside her, her pupils contracted slightly, and she immediately rushed over and hugged her sister's cold body tightly in her arms.

"Mengyun... Mengyun!"

She called out in a trembling voice, her fingers gently tracing Yao Mengyun's bloodless cheek, but received no response.

My sister's breath was so faint it was almost imperceptible, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

"Mengyun, wake up, your sister is here... Open your eyes and look at your sister..."

Tears welled up and slid down Yao Bingyun's pale cheeks, dripping onto Yao Mengyun's tightly closed eyelids.

But Yao Mengyun remained motionless, as if she were simply asleep and would never wake up again.

Yao Bingyun's body began to tremble, and the panic in her eyes grew stronger. Suddenly, she raised her head and searched the unfamiliar room with her gaze.

When she saw Luo Chuan sitting not far away, her eyes looked like she had grasped at the last straw.

Yao Bingyun put her sister down, staggered off the bed, and almost crawled to Luo Chuan, where she knelt heavily on the ground.

"Master... Master!"

Yao Bingyun's voice was hoarse and trembling. Her forehead hit the ground with a dull thud as she choked out, "Please, save my sister! Please! I'll do anything you ask—my life, my cultivation, everything I have—I'll give it all to you! Just please save her!"

She kept kowtowing, her tears soaking the ground. The once high and mighty young lady of the Yao Family was now as humble as dust.

Luo Chuan held his teacup, looking at Yao Bingyun kneeling at his feet, his gaze calm as still water.

He didn't speak immediately, but waited for Yao Bingyun's kowtow to slow down before putting down his teacup, gently raising his hand, and a soft force supported Yao Bingyun's shoulder, helping her up.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, there's no need for this."

Yao Bingyun was forced to raise her head, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked at Luo Chuan. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a word; her eyes were filled with pleading.

Luo Chuan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "I have already examined your sister's condition. She was imprisoned within a magical artifact, nearly being refined into a spirit. Her soul was severely damaged, and her physical body is on the verge of collapse."

Yao Bingyun swayed, almost kneeling again, but was steadily supported by that gentle force.

"I'm giving you two choices."

Luo Chuan's voice was flat, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.

"Firstly, abandon her current physical body and find a suitable body for her to possess. However, after possession, the physical body will be unusable, hindering her cultivation path. How long she can live depends entirely on fate."

Yao Bingyun's tears flowed even more fiercely, but she bit her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound, lest she miss a single word from Luo Chuan.

"Secondly, abandon the physical body and continue cultivation through the path of ghost cultivation."

"The path of ghost cultivation is arduous, and future achievements are limited, but the spiritual energy here is abundant, so it's not impossible to break through the shackles. If there is a fortuitous opportunity, one might even be able to achieve enlightenment."

Upon hearing this, Yao Bingyun felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and her body went limp. She turned her head and looked at her younger sister lying quietly on the bed, her eyes filled with pain and struggle.

My younger sister has always loved beauty, especially pretty dresses. She always pesters me for all kinds of jewelry. How heartbroken she would be if she knew she was going to lose her physical body...

But what does it matter compared to losing one's life or one's physical body?

Silence fell over the room, broken only by Yao Bingyun's suppressed sobs.

Liu Mei stood behind Luo Chuan, quietly watching this scene, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

After a long while, Yao Bingyun slowly turned around and knelt down in front of Luo Chuan once again.

This time, she did not kowtow, but raised her head. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes gradually cleared.

"Senior..." Yao Bingyun's voice was still hoarse, but with a hint of determination, as she said, "If I choose to let my sister cultivate as a ghost, will she... will she still remember me? Will she... be the same as before?"

Luo Chuan looked at her, a hint of emotion finally appearing in his eyes—a faint expression of approval. "Ghost cultivators retain their consciousness from their previous life. As long as their soul remains, their memories and emotions are no different from when they were alive."

"Moreover, cultivating here provides ample spiritual energy to nourish her soul, allowing her ghostly form to become increasingly solid. Given time, she may very well manifest as a ghost, indistinguishable from an ordinary person."