frightfiction Chapter 510 Conversation Under the Moon
Chapter 510 Conversation Under the Moon
Night fell, and the clear moon hung in the sky.
The silvery moonlight fell like a thin veil on the peaks of Xuanhuang Cave Heaven. Xue Lan slowly reached out her hand, as if to catch the soft moonlight.
"After the disciple competition, I will lead the entire Wan Gong Fang to the War Puppet Mansion."
"From now on, it will be a decade or a century, and I don't know if I will be able to come back."
Dao Xuanzi, dressed in the magnificent silver-white robes of a sect leader, paused slightly, then glanced gently at the woman in black beside him, his tone both gentle and heavy:
What does it feel like to be stripped of your orthodox tradition?
"What does it feel like..."
Xue Lan murmured to herself, recalling everything she had seen in the illusion of the Spirit Radiance Tree.
After a long silence, the woman spoke softly:
"It felt like a wonderful dream."
"Just a good dream?" The old man's tone was somewhat doubtful, as if he didn't quite believe it.
Xue Lan did not answer Dao Xuanzi's question. The woman walked down the platform into the slanting moonlight, casting a long, dark shadow that stretched all the way to Dao Xuanzi's feet.
The woman's indifferent and aloof voice was like the night wind:
"It was just a beautiful dream."
It was just a dream that couldn't be held onto.
The young woman turned into a gray-white stream of light and disappeared from the square. Xu Qizhou and his sister, who had been standing not far away, flew onto the platform and stood beside Dao Xuanzi.
The two siblings exchanged a glance, and Xu Qinghe was the first to step forward and speak:
"Master, please don't be angry. Xue Lan has suffered a lot of injuries outside over the years, so it's normal for her to have a bit of a strange temper."
Dao Xuanzi sensed the worry in the woman's tone, and the old man smiled gently and waved his hand:
"How could I possibly be angry with her?"
The old man smiled and slowly turned around:
“From childhood to adulthood, I have always been very critical of her.”
"Her current state is all fate."
A pale gray light fell before the bamboo grove courtyard on Jiyuan Peak. Xue Lan took two steps forward, then spoke softly:
"Fellow Daoist, is there something you need from me?"
In the moonlit bamboo courtyard, a gray figure stood silently, and upon hearing this, slowly bowed to Xue Lan:
"Qian Zheng greets Your Excellency."
"Greetings, senior." Xue Lan walked slowly into the bamboo grove courtyard, where all was quiet.
The woman's pale gray eyes glanced indifferently at Qian Zheng:
"Senior, please withdraw your aura. The bamboo forest behind my courtyard is nurturing plant spirits, and they're all frozen in fear."
Qian Zheng's expression shifted strangely several times, her tone tinged with apology:
"Qian Zheng didn't think things through."
The woman withdrew the demonic aura emanating from her, and Xue Lan once again heard the rustling sound of the bamboo forest rippling in the night wind.
The woman waved her sleeve at the stone table in the courtyard, and the teapot and teacups flew out from her wide robe sleeves, spun in the air, and then gently landed on the stone table.
Xue Lan sat on a stone bench, and a cup of tea flew toward Qian Zheng under the woman's control.
Xue Lan's eyes and brows were gentle:
"Please have some tea, senior. The Ascension Conference will begin in an hour, and I will need your help to speak on my behalf."
Qian Zheng carried her teacup to the stone table and sat down:
"This matter need not trouble you, sir. Qian Zheng will do his best to resolve it."
"I have come here today not only to testify for you, my lord, and to demonstrate the determination of Yandu, but also to ask you a question on behalf of my master."
Xue Lan paused slightly while drinking tea:
"Senior, it doesn't matter."
Although Xue Lan had said it was fine to speak freely, Qian Zheng still carefully considered her words beforehand, speaking slowly and solemnly:
"My lord wishes to know whether you have made a decision regarding the ley lines in the lower realm of Yuanming?"
Xue Lan put down her teacup.
The Heavenly Green Willow guards the earth's veins in the lower realm, transforming the malevolent energy absorbed from the earth's veins into a barrier between the upper and lower realms, which is how the cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming lower realm is barely maintained.
If the Heavenly Green Willow stops absorbing the evil energy, death energy, and resentment energy from the earth's veins, the cycle of reincarnation will definitely be disrupted in the long run.
Fortunately, Xue Lan had a plan.
Qian Zheng looked at the woman in black opposite her and softly called out:
"Little Soul".
"Your Majesty!"
A golden streak of light flew out from Xue Lan's sleeve and transformed into a cute little girl in a royal blue round-necked robe in front of Qian Zheng.
Xue Lan reached out her hand to the little girl:
"come over!"
The soul obediently landed in Xue Lan's arms, its head pressed against Xue Lan's chest, and when it looked up, it could see Xue Lan's gray eyes.
The little girl spoke with some surprise:
"Your Majesty, why are your eyes so bright?"
This is not childish nonsense. Ever since Xue Landi painted the Yuanming picture in the illusion, her eyes have shed their hazy white coating and become a crystal clear gray-white.
Under the moonlight, it resembled cold jade.
Xue Lan formed a sword-like finger with one hand and gently traced it across the brow of the little girl in his arms:
"Perhaps... His Majesty's eyes are almost healed."
The woman ran her finger across the little girl's forehead, and a golden ring lit up there.
"Senior Qingliu must have already told you about the connection between this child and reincarnation. I've come to inquire here simply to get a concrete plan from Xue."
Xue Lan's voice was calm and gentle, as if she were ordering food in an inn in the mortal world:
"The cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm is flawed because the Demon Clan opened a gap during the cataclysm ten thousand years ago, severing the cycle of reincarnation. The evil energy within it continuously overflowed, causing a gap to appear in the Yellow Springs surrounding the Xuming River. The evil energy of wandering souls gathered at Senior Qingliu's feet, forcing her to become a part of the cycle of reincarnation."
"But she is, after all, a living plant spirit, and is inherently incompatible with the death energy in the cycle of reincarnation, so she can never truly integrate into the cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm."
“The Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm had long noticed the abnormality of reincarnation and sent the soul guide to my side.”
The woman's tone carried a hint of amusement:
"The name 'Soul Guide' is bestowed by Heaven and is recognized by the Yin spirits of Luoxia Mountain. The sword spirit was blessed by Heaven some time ago and possessed this mark of reincarnation."
"Xue Lan plans to join forces with the ghost cultivators in the Void River to first block the source of the evil energy from within the Void River, and then have the Soul Guide take over Senior Qingliu's position."
The woman looked at the little girl in her arms:
"Born of the soul, returning to the soul."
"She's the perfect person."
Xue Lan spoke lightly, but Qian Zheng knew just how incredible this seemingly simple plan was.
The woman looked at the adorable little girl in Xue Lan's hand, and smiled sweetly at Qian Zheng, like an innocent and lovely little fairy.
"grown ups!"
Qian Zheng's voice was hoarse:
"The evil energy within the earth's veins and the Yellow Springs is overflowing. It has even combined with demonic energy to condense the unique monsters of the Void River."
"Please reconsider, sir."
Xue Lan raised her hand and patted the top of the little girl's head in her arms:
"Senior, she is, after all, a sword."
Qian Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and then she heard Xue Lan's voice again:
"She was born blind, just like me. A city god said that she had a clear mind and that it was good that she was not blinded by the filth of the world."
"pity……"
Xue Lan sighed softly:
"What fine sword hasn't been stained with blood!"
Xue Lan looked at Qian Zheng and spoke solemnly:
"Go back and tell Senior Qingliu that Xue Lan will definitely complete the sword sacrifice within fifty years."
"By then——"
"The flying sword enters the Yellow Springs, ferrying her away from the Netherworld."
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