18 Live Well, What Does That Mean? (1/2)

”I'm Hongyue.” The siren muttered, uncertainly.

She didn't understand.

No, the truth was she couldn't understand. She always been a creature in constant pain and without a feeling heart.

Now, it doesn't matter anymore. Since that soul was gone completely out of the body, she relaxed.

Still, She couldn't help but sneer.

Shouldn't the human take revenge? Shouldn't she be mad that an evil killer like a siren was able to get a second chance with her body while she, a pure human wasn't able to live long under her own father's scheming? What I hope you live well? Who could live past a day in this manor?

Weak! That human's way of thinking was so weak!

She shouldn't have just given up her body to her, a bloodthirsty siren!

Hongyue slammed her hand on the table. A burst of blue poured out from her palm and surrounded the table which forced it to break into pieces. Her hand was covered in cuts from the shattered wood, a trail of blood slid down her fingers.

<Live well>

Why? Why worry about me when you're already so far gone yourself.

Hongyue's eyes widened. She hesitated before placing her hand over her heart. She always felt that spot in the past, exploring the heartbeat. While it beat non-stop, she never felt any other emotions other than distrust and disgust.

Concern.

Had she been worried about a mere human? Concerned about the vile creatures that always harmed her? No! These emotions were a sign of weakness. She reached for a chair nearby before smashing it apart, venting out her mind. Hongyue huffed in frustration. She didn't need all these emotions.

”I'll be the only one hurt in the end.”

Hongyue slowly regained her thoughts. She let out a sigh. In the end, that human had dispersed her soul so Hongyue wouldn't have any more trouble fully controlling the body she left behind. That proved she was telling the truth, a truth even Hongyue couldn't lie to herself about even if she wanted to.

”Fine! I'll live well for you!”

Hongyue whirled her fingers in a curve and the air around her condensed about her body. She vanished from the room to a tree branch far from her place. She sat quietly and studied the servants around her, eavesdropping on their conversations.

There seemed to be different grades of power. The highest would be the 15th grade. The higher the grade you became, the more powerful you were. The way they used their power was different from her style. The users were called wizards and witches who cast spells but in truth, what they were doing was merely asking for blessings from the elements around them. For example, Concubine Mei, as a nature connector, it just means she needs to chant a blessing and the plants around her give her the power to use. In short, this means they are borrowing power. This means the power they used needs to be around them, and the element have to consent in order for the spell to form.

Hongyue smiled. Her power from her world was different. Her ability came directly from an ancient god bloodline and within her. This would give her a great advantage.

She tilted her head, listening earnestly.