Chapter 19: Shock and Anger "I will divorce her."
I see.
Xuanxiu got the answer and said nothing more. He said goodbye in a hurry and left.
Mingyao looked at his back, stunned for a moment, and somewhat confused.
It was not until he heard Jiali's angry voice that he came to his senses.
"Is he Xuanxiu?" Jia Li had a very bad impression of this man. Before she could even see his face clearly, she was stopped by the magic he cast. This was too rude.
Mingyao nodded, noticing Jiali's resentment, and explained on Xuanxiu's behalf, "He was probably too tired, it wasn't intentional."
"...Tsk." Jiali was easy to coax. Mingyao explained, and her expression improved a lot. "I'm not that petty."
"I just don't understand, he has come out, why is Xuanhui still inside?" Seeing that Jiali stopped making a fuss, Mingyao turned around to look at the closed palace door and muttered.
Things were not quite what she expected.
The relationship between Xuanxiu and Xuyou Mountain is not as tense as recorded in the classics. It seems that he was not punished by the mountain master when he returned. On the contrary, Xuanhui was about to break through and should have gone into seclusion as soon as he returned to the fairy mountain. It was already a stretch for him to accompany them to the mountain master's hall, so why did he still stay there for so long?
There is a palace door between them.
Inside the door, the mountain master's face had lost the joy that had been on it when Mingyao was still here, and was now filled with a bit of melancholy.
"Xuan Hui, it's a good thing that you've broken through now. Once you reach the Divine Transformation stage, I can gradually hand over the affairs of the mountain to you."
"But now is a time of great turmoil. As you know, the traitorous immortal from Xuyu Mountain has been stirring up trouble over the years. I'm afraid he may have had some influence in causing your soul to disappear this time."
"Fortunately, fortunately, Miaomiao has found it now."
He sighed, "I know you don't like Miaomiao, but the immortal power in his body is a sharp weapon that can suppress the rebellious immortal. When Dian Qing died, he taught you how to control Miaomiao. Unless the legendary destiny man appears, Miaomiao will always be a helper to our immortal mountain. Don't be willful."
Xuan Hui stood in the hall with his eyes lowered. After listening to the mountain master's instructions, he nodded: "I know."
His tone was indistinguishable.
Even the mountain master, who had watched him grow up, found it difficult to understand his thoughts at this moment.
It’s just that the inheritance of the Immortal Mountain is of vital importance, so he had to say a few more words and sighed slowly.
"And Mingyao."
"You said you wanted to repay me before. Now, for nearly two hundred years, Mingyao has borrowed your immortal power and has lived longer than an ordinary mortal. You have finally repaid the favor."
"After you break through to the Divine Transformation realm, you will take on important tasks for the Immortal Mountain. You still need to explain many things to her. Don't let her—"
"I know." To Shanzhu's surprise, Xuanhui showed no repulsion to his words. He raised his head with a serious expression, "I will divorce her."
After the words fell, the mountain master was slightly stunned. He originally thought that Xuan Hui was willing to marry Ming Yao for two hundred years, and he thought that he had feelings for Ming Yao, but because of his personality since childhood, he looked a little cold.
Now that he is about to take charge of the Immortal Mountain, he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. There are some things that he needs to let Mingyao know, so that Mingyao won't always look timid and incompetent.
But...divorce?
"Are you willing to do that?"
Xuan Hui lowered his eyes again and replied word by word, "It was originally just a matter of repaying a favor. It's been nearly two hundred years, so I'll let it go."
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Outside the mountain master's hall, above the mountain mist.
A figure passed through the clouds at an extremely fast speed.
Xuanxiu made hand gestures and rode the wind, surrounded by clouds and mist. After an unknown amount of time, he fell from the clouds almost uncontrollably at the hillside of Xuyou Mountain and fell into a deep pool sealed by a barrier.
The deep pool was dark green and icy cold, instantly drowning out the phantom pain all over his body.
Wait until the phantom pain disappears.
Xuanxiu opened his eyes in the pool.
Before his eyes, the spirit fish guarding the deep pool sensed a familiar breath, wagging its tail, circling around him affectionately, lightly touching his fingertips, awakening the magic in his body guided by the mermaid pearl, ensuring that he could breathe freely underwater.
Xuanxiu let himself float up and down in the deep pool. In front of his eyes, except for the faint light from the spirit fish, even the scorching sun could not reach this depth because of the barrier.
But even so, he could still see Mingyao's face.
Whether your eyes are open or closed.
"I have him in my heart. The situation is urgent. I can't think too much. I just hope he is safe."
When she said this, her expression was calm and matter-of-fact.
He knew as early as in the ghost town that Mingyao had true feelings for Xuanhui. To her, Xuanhui was probably what Chu Dianqing was to Xuanqing.
Just like after Chu Dianqing died, Xuanqing wished he could cut him into pieces, the word love can always drive people crazy.
He closed his eyes and put up a futile resistance.
But the phantom pain in my body disappeared, and the barely perceptible fear and anger in my heart spread throughout this quiet, unknown deep pool.
Perhaps it was because he had seen her die once in the illusion of the vengeful ghost and was still not awake. When the golden arrow flew from the sky and brushed past her shoulder, his heart tightened and he was unable to dodge, so the golden arrow pierced his palm.
Fear.
At that moment, he was filled with fear.
Then, there was a little anger.
If he had not taken the opportunity to transfer some of his immortal power to her in the illusion, the power brought by the golden arrow that cut through the sky at this moment would be beyond the ability of a mortal like her to withstand.
Even now, this shock and anger has not dissipated with the end of the matter.
That's strange.
What's so scary about death?
A long time ago, Chu Dianqing and Xuanqing taught him how to dispel the fear brought by death.
He was afraid at first. The pain of fatal wounds again and again, the boundless darkness, and the eyes that were spying on him in the darkness all frightened him.
But there is no use being afraid.
He still has to wander between life and death over and over again until his fear of death is completely worn away.
"Guai Miaomiao, you did very well. Only in this way can you live up to the power of your natural immortal body. Only in this way can you become the sharpest sword in your brother's hand."
Only at this time would Chu Dianqing show him a little kindness.
He didn't care whose hand he became the sword in. Anyway, fate had been imposed on him and he couldn't escape.
The only good thing was that he was no longer afraid of death.
What's so scary about death? He has died countless times and doesn't feel there is much difference between life and death.
But now, his hands were shaking slightly in the water.
The scene of Mingyao rushing towards Xuanhui flashed back repeatedly in his sea of consciousness.
Real fear cannot be faked.
He felt a little uncomfortable, like the loss before a building collapses.
After opening his eyes, he raised his slightly trembling hand. The mark on the back of his hand, which was glowing with a faint blue light, was a magic planted in his body, which prevented him from drowning in this deep pool no matter what.
A faint light flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of rebellion.
Drowning is not an option, but there are many other ways to die.
His lips moved slightly, and a sharp white light flashed from his fingertips. He raised his hand and slashed with the knife, using his hand as a blade to neatly cut open the vital point of his neck.
The blood quickly dyed a small area of the water around him red.
The spirit fish lingering around him began to greedily devour the blood that gushed out of him.
He gradually stopped breathing.
As his life went up and down, he died and woke up again and again, just to dispel the fear in his heart that Mingyao had died.
Unfortunately, the most effective methods in the past have lost their effectiveness in front of the man of destiny.
In the pool of water, Xuanxiu's face was so white that it was transparent.
"It's no use." The confusion between his eyes almost swallowed him up. This feeling was not comfortable, as if something was stirring in his heart again and again.
Why.
Why was he frightened by Mingyao?
Why was he puzzled by Mingyao's risking his life to save Xuanhui?
As soon as they met, he knew that Mingyao was Xuanhui's first wife. He also knew that she liked and loved Xuanhui, so Mingyao's behavior should be within his expectations.
Fear mixed with inexplicable anger kept swirling in his heart.
Countless attempts and deaths could not give him an answer, nor could they ease his emotions.
Xuanxiu stopped what he was doing and stopped doing this useless thing.
Seeing that he had stopped bleeding, the spirit fish surrounding him began to urge him to leave. Staying in the deep pool for too long would cause the cold poison to enter the body, which would not be a good thing.
He simply stopped lingering and swam upstream, but when he was close to the water surface, he heard faint voices.
"I'll just say it's your illusion. This deep pool is surrounded by a barrier, so there's no way any monsters could cause trouble."
"Strange, I did see something fall in just now."
"Your mind must have been damaged from practicing these days. Please don't delay me from going to inquire about the news of Xuanhui Immortal Lord."
"Is Immortal Xuanhui back?"
"Nonsense, you brought that useless mortal back with you. Why are you always so slow in everything?"
The speaker's tone was filled with disdain, and then he changed the subject and continued, "Tsk tsk, that useless mortal really had a lucky life. When Xuanhui Immortal Lord's soul was lost, she cried all day long and had no intention of going to the Ghost Town to find Xuanhui Immortal Lord. I don't know why she agreed later. Now, although she didn't really save the person, Xuanhui Immortal Lord is very easy to deceive. Now her position as the Immortal Lord's wife is secure again."
"Who says it's not true? We all have eyes to see that she is simply coveting the immortal power provided by Immortal Lord Xuanhui so that she can achieve immortality. But Immortal Lord Xuanhui really falls for her tricks." The person next to the speaker also echoed.
"Hey, why don't I have this—"
The speaker was sighing with emotion when his words suddenly faltered and his expression turned extremely ugly: "Xuan...Xuan Hui Immortal Lord?"
I saw a person swimming out from the deep pool.
He was soaked all over, and there seemed to be blood on his neck, which made him look very similar to Immortal Lord Xuanhui.
Those dark eyes fell lightly on the two of them, carrying an invisible oppression.
"What did you just say?"
There was no anger in his voice.
But after hearing this, the two of them couldn't help but tremble, regretting in their hearts that they must have not considered the good and bad luck when they went out today, saying bad things about that mortal and actually bumping into the Xuanhui Immortal Lord. They couldn't help but beg for mercy -
"Immortal Lord, please forgive us. I...we were wrong. We shouldn't—"
Before he could finish his words, the person in front of him frowned slightly.
Seeing this, the two fell silent for a moment. After a long pause, they spoke tremblingly, their voices as low as a mosquito: "We say... Mingyao... her intentions are not pure. She only covets your immortal power... and she is not truly sincere to you."
"How do you know?"
After the words fell, the Xuan Hui Immortal Lord in front of them did not get angry as they expected. He had just emerged from the deep pool, and there was still some moisture around him. The indifference between his eyebrows seemed to be gone.
The man who had just spitted at Mingyao gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, raised his voice, and burned his boats—
"Xuan Hui Immortal Lord, this matter is known to all the cultivators in the Immortal Mountain."
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