Chapter 100 Yu Ren "Sorry, you look a lot like my father."...

Jiang Yuhuo raised the sword in her hand. It was the first time she had heard of the sword's name. Moonlit Dust Star—the name did indeed suit the sword well.

"Do you know Jia Yue?"

Seeing her surprised expression, the immortal in green smiled, "How could I not recognize him? That child, I watched him grow up. It's been many years since I last saw him, how is he now?"

Jiang Yuhuo's hand holding the sword stiffened for a moment, but she did not answer.

She didn't know how to answer. He should have been fine, but he took that blow for her...

The immortal in green robes looked at the bewildered woman before him, then suddenly remembered something and a mischievous smile appeared in his eyes. "Is he a man or a woman now? When we parted, he had not yet differentiated."

"However, the fact that he would give you this sword... I guess he must have transformed into a man. Am I right?"

Jiang Yuhuo suddenly looked up. "Your Excellency, don't you think I took this sword from him?"

But when Jiang Yuhuo saw this person up close this time, she was instantly stunned.

This person looks just like her father, Jiang Liuyun…

The immortal in green slowly shook his head. "It seems he hasn't confessed his feelings to you yet. How pitiful. He finally meets someone he likes, but he can't even say a word. But then again, having been placed in that position since childhood, personal feelings are still too terrifying for him."

Jiang Yuhu was momentarily bewildered. Like her? Jia Yue likes her?

How is that possible?

The immortal in green robes reached out and picked up Jiang Yuhuo's sword. He only lightly touched the sword, but Jiang Yuhuo's hand could not be pulled back. Most importantly, she had not been able to sense his spiritual energy fluctuations before, and she was silently controlled by him.

This person's cultivation level is unfathomable.

Jiang Yuhuo's gaze was fixed on the face of the immortal in green robes, a face that bore too many resemblances to Jiang Liuyun.

The other man's attention was solely focused on the sword, the blade swirling with silver dust as he spoke. He continued, "You probably don't know, but this 'Moonlit Dust Star' is an old possession from his time in the Sea Kingdom. You can't draw it without his permission. Let me see, he even placed a tracking enchantment on it, kid..."

Jiang Yuhuo was stunned. He actually tracked her down?

The immortal in green robes stroked the hilt of the sword, and a pattern of a swimming fish tail immediately appeared on it.

Jiang Yuhuo had never seen it before.

"Child, would you like me to help you untangle this knot?"

The immortal in green smiled gently, his gaze towards Jiang Yuhuo filled with kindness and compassion.

Jiang Yuhuo's gaze grew increasingly blank; her eyes were exactly the same as Jiang Liuyun's. She stared blankly, even beginning to wonder if she was in some kind of illusion.

"I……"

"Why are you looking at me like that? I don't have the good looks of a merman." He sighed quietly and smiled helplessly, "I'm getting old..."

Jiang Yuhuo's expression darkened. "I'm sorry, but you look a lot like my father."

The immortal in green robes laughed out loud at her words. "Who taught you to say such things? Even when I was young, I would have been laughed at for saying such things."

Jiang Yuhu remained silent. In this world, perhaps only she knew that what she said was true.

Before she could answer, the immortal in green robes brushed his breath across the hilt of the sword. "Now that this sword is yours, it should belong to you completely."

The fish tail pattern on the sword disappeared.

"Thank you. However, I still don't know who you are in the Heavenly Palace, and why you have carved so many images of the Feathered God here?"

"Feather Goddess?" Upon hearing this name, the immortal in green robes suddenly became serious. He shook his head. "She is not the Feather Goddess. She is my lover."

Jiang Yuhuo was surprised. Looking up, he realized that every statue here had the same face, whether angry or sullen. Even though their expressions and attire changed in countless ways, their faces were always the same.

"So...that's how it is..."

Jiang Yuhuo looked at the face that resembled her father, her voice filled with an expectation she herself didn't realize, "So, you've seen the Feathered People? Are they... all like this?"

"What does it look like?"

"...has wings on its back."

The immortal in green robes smiled helplessly, "Of course, otherwise why would they be called Feathered People?"

He spoke casually, but Jiang Yuhuo tensed up completely. If they could find the Feathered One, then perhaps they could also find her mother...

"……where are they?"

The immortal in green robes suddenly turned around. The young woman before him was staring intently at him. Her face was beautiful, but there was a resilient quality between her brows, and the way she frowned was somewhat similar to that person.

He felt he was going crazy again, and said bitterly, "You can't find them, not only you can't find them, but I can't find them either. The Feathered People have been gone for a long time..."

Upon hearing his answer, the bright eyes of the person beside him dimmed instantly, as if two candles had been suddenly blown out.

The immortal in green robes looked at her and felt she was becoming more and more like that person. This was an ominous sign for him. He had to act quickly, or it would be too late.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold and solemn. Jiang Yuhuo heard the green-robed immortal say, "You came here to obtain the marrow of the Heavenly Pillar, didn't you?"

Jiang Yuhuo was surprised and puzzled, not understanding his intentions.

Thinking of the purpose of this trip, Jiang Yuhuo looked at Li Mengbai, who had been silent for a long time, and then noticed that his lips were tightly closed and he was staring angrily at the green-robed immortal.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Li Mengbai turned her gaze to her, but kept her mouth shut and didn't say a word, only looking at her with angry eyes that were also a little aggrieved.

The immortal in green robes waved his hand, releasing the seal from his mouth.

The space, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly became noisy. "What's wrong with me? Jiang Yuhuo, didn't you see that I was being controlled by him? He won't let me speak! I've been sealed by him for so long, and you didn't even notice. You were only concerned with talking to him. Do you even care about me anymore?!" Li Mengbai glared at her, then continued to glare angrily at the green-robed immortal.

Li Mengbai wanted to tell Jiang Yuhuo to stay away from this strange person, but before he could finish speaking, his spiritual veins were jolted, and he felt his soul throbbing with pain. He knelt down in the flower bushes in pain, but then he heard a gentle voice above him.

"It's noisy."

Jiang Yuhuo quickly went over to help him up, "Are you alright?"

Li Mengbai was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word. His face was contorted in agony, and he simply leaned into her arms.

The one who answered her was the immortal in green robes.

“He’s fine, just a bit delicate. He’s not sick or injured, so don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine in a bit.” He walked to the other side with his hands behind his back. “We don’t have much time left, let’s talk business.”

Hearing this, Li Mengbai, who was leaning against Jiang Yuhuo's chest, opened his eyes and glared at him with all his might. He had been pinching his spiritual meridians, so of course he couldn't see the illness or injury, but the pain he endured was far beyond what ordinary injuries could compare to! That old bastard was clearly bullying him with his cultivation level!

But the next moment, the warm embrace he was leaning on was empty. Jiang Yuhuo put him down on the ground, got up, and followed the old man to the other side!

How could she trust someone so easily again!

Li Mengbai was so angry he wanted to pound the ground. He desperately wanted to grab her, but his spiritual veins were being held, and even the slightest movement was excruciatingly painful. He could only watch her walk further and further away from afar.

“Child, since you say that I look like your father, then I have a request for you.”

Upon reaching a corner of the dark room, the blue-robed immortal's scrutinizing gaze enveloped the person. "If you agree to help me accomplish this, I will give you what you want."

What I want...

Jiang Yuhuo asked bluntly, "Can you give me the marrow of the Heavenly Pillar?"

Upon hearing this name, the immortal in green frowned almost imperceptibly. "Why do you want that thing?"

"I need it to save people."

"That thing can't save anyone." The immortal in green smiled, but his smile carried a murderous aura. "If anyone tells you that it can save people, kill that person as soon as possible. Anyone who can deceive you like this must be harboring evil intentions."

Jiang Yuhuo was stunned by the killing intent he suddenly released. Without the outer layer of gentle warmth, this person was also a sharp knife inside. He only resembled Jiang Liuyun on the outside, but not on the inside.

“It’s not about using it to save people directly,” Jiang Yuhu shook his head. “I need to use it in exchange.”

The immortal in green robes glanced sharply at the person lying on the ground on the other side, and smiled gently, "Is that the person? How about I kill him for you?"

"We can't kill him."

Although it was clearly a joke, Jiang Yuhuo could detect a hint of seriousness in his tone. If he were to actually make a move, neither she nor Li Mengbai might be a match for him.

"Just kidding." He looked away, but his gentle gaze suddenly turned fierce in the next instant. He immediately closed his eyes tightly, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Jiang Yuhuo noticed his change in expression, and her face immediately fell as she stepped back.

But when the immortal in blue opened his eyes again, his expression returned to normal, as if the blood-red in his eyes just now was merely Jiang Yuhuo's illusion.

"I'm sorry I scared you." He smiled apologetically. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"But there's not much time left, give me your hand."

Before Jiang Yuhuo could reach out, he pressed down on her pulse and whispered, "Concentrate."

In an instant, a vast, ocean-like power surged in.

Jiang Yuhuo felt like a small boat adrift at sea during a storm, the onrushing tempest threatening to tear her apart at any moment. Remembering the man's instructions, she immediately focused her mind and gathered her energy, directing her spiritual power in the direction of the storm.

The surge of too much power into her spiritual veins caused the fire element in her blood to become restless again.

"How could you have...?" The immortal in blue robes widened his eyes in disbelief. "How could you possess the bloodline of the Feathered People? Who exactly are you?"

Jiang Yuhuo was momentarily unsteady from the impact of his power. When she regained her senses, a vast amount of power had filled her entire body. She had never imagined that her cultivation could be improved in this way. No, this was more than just an improvement; it was an explosive surge. But pain followed, and her body began to feel as if it were being burned alive.

The fire spread like wildfire, and there was nothing that could suppress it.

The person who gave her the strength was not much better off at the moment. He had his back to her, his hands tightly wrapped around his head, so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged, as if something terrible was about to come out of his brain and he had to hold them firmly inside.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Jiang Yuhuo slowly approached, her hand on her sword. After all, this person had given her all his spiritual power.

The person with his back to her suddenly lowered his hand, as calm as before a storm. He turned to Jiang Yuhuo and smiled, "It's alright, it'll be over soon. Remember the incantation I taught you?"

Looking at his handsome face, Jiang Yuhuo felt a bit terrified. Remembering the words he left in her mind when he transferred his spiritual power, she nodded.

"Very good." He smiled with satisfaction.

Jiang Yuhuo asked, "You still haven't told me what I'm supposed to do?"

"I want you to kill me."