frightfiction Chapter 1854
Chapter 1854
A gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of lotus blossoms swept across the lake, and the pink and white lotus petals swayed gently in the ripples. Occasionally, a dewdrop would roll off the edge of a lotus leaf and "plop" onto the water, creating ripples of fine silver.
The moonlight, like a ribbon, poured onto Dongting Lake, casting a hazy glow on the two figures embracing and kissing.
Chen Xuan's white hair was glistening with tiny drops of water, and Qiu Zixian's black veil floated on the water's surface, like a watercolor painting softened by the wind, as if time itself had slowed down.
In front of the porch of the small building, Zi Mang carried a half-jar of "Lie Yin" wine. Fine water droplets condensed on the outer wall of the jar and dripped down between his fingers.
He stared at the "painting" on the lake, his brows furrowed, his mind a jumbled mess.
I lament Qiu Zixian's fate of "becoming the shadow of the true self," and I am also worried about Chen Xuan's sudden entanglement—
He had seen Xia Jiuyou in person several times at the grand gatherings in the Holy Land. The woman was as pure and holy as a lotus by a pond, and her every move exuded an undeniable majesty. However, he never expected that she would be able to harden her heart and take the initiative to sever the karmic ties with her primordial spirit avatar.
"Brother Chen Xuan, is this entanglement between you and Qiu Zixian ultimately a blessing or a curse..."
Zi Mang murmured softly, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the wine jar. When he turned around, his steps were heavy, as if he were burdened with worries. The shadow of the vermilion porch swallowed his figure, leaving only half a jar of sloshing wine, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
At the same time, the embrace on the lake finally ended.
Chen Xuan had just pulled his arms back when Qiu Zixian gripped his wrists tightly—her fingertips were icy cold, and her grip was so strong it was as if she was afraid he would run away; even her knuckles had turned white.
Chen Xuan was slightly taken aback. As he looked down, he saw Qiu Zixian slowly opening her eyes:
Tears still clung to her eyelashes, shimmering with tiny silver light. In her purple eyes, there surged grievances, confusion, resentment, and other complex emotions that even Chen Xuan couldn't decipher, like a turbulent purple mist, its depths obscured.
"What's wrong with Fairy Qiu?" Chen Xuan asked softly, his gaze falling on the undried tear stains at the corners of her eyes. A sense of guilt welled up in his heart. "I was indeed presumptuous this time. I shouldn't have... taken advantage of her vulnerability."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Zixian shook her head blankly, a hint of self-mockery in her eyes:
"In the realm of illusion magic, I am ultimately inferior to you. Even now, I have not escaped the influence of your spells."
As she spoke, her head slowly lowered, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Compared to the original body, my Dao heart is still too weak... If she were here, she would surely be able to easily break this illusion, wouldn't she?"
Chen Xuan was stunned, thinking to himself that this development was not what he had expected:
"No, fairy, I don't understand what you mean. Aren't you Xia Jiuyou's primordial spirit avatar?"
He stared at her pale profile. "So you thought it would be more convenient to travel around, which is why you chose the name 'Qiu Zixian'?"
“It seems Zi Mang really didn’t tell you.” Qiu Zixian suddenly chuckled, her laughter filled with bitterness. When she looked up, her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails were almost digging into her palms.
“A hundred years ago, she and I were no longer the same person. She severed the karmic ties between us with her own hands. From then on, I, Qiu Zixian, am Qiu Zixian, no longer Xia Jiuyou.”
"Is this really true?" Chen Xuan's pupils constricted, his heart churning with shock—
In the world of cultivation, who would willingly sever their primordial spirit clones?
That's a crucial aid for transcending the Celestial Tribulation and completing one's Dao foundation! He subconsciously pressed further, "So, you've never personally met Bai Qianhuan?"
Qiu Zixian frowned, her eyes full of doubt: "Bai Qianhuan? The newly promoted Holy Son of the Heartless Holy Land? I've never seen him before."
She paused, then suddenly realized, "Could it be... that I have a grudge against him?"
"Hahaha...no, nothing like that! I was just asking casually." Chen Xuan chuckled dryly, but his heart was pounding—oh no, he'd targeted the wrong person for revenge!
He originally thought that Qiu Zixian and Xia Jiuyou were of one mind, but he never expected that they were two independent beings.
Along with the two previous instances of "frivolous retaliation," they all became undeserved misfortunes for Qiu Zixian.