Chapter 62: Rebellion against the Immortals (Part 3) Xuan Hui’s feelings.
In front of the dilapidated Immortal Temple, dots of smoke transformed into lines of writing—
"Xuan Hui, there's an urgent matter at the Immortal Mountain, please return quickly."
News came from thousands of miles away, it was the mountain master's urgent call.
Xuan Hui silently waved away the words in front of him, his eyes slightly gloomy. He didn't want to disturb the fairy mountain.
"... Immortal Lord, my master said that the demon tribe has been causing chaos everywhere these days. They are doing their utmost to disrupt the order of the human world and attract the attention of the Immortal Mountain to buy you some time."
On the side, a monster that had just transformed into a human form, still maintaining its demonic form, crawled on the ground, looking around nervously.
Its cultivation was low, and this time it was assigned to deliver a letter to an immortal king in the temple. It was inevitable that it felt sympathetic, fearing that it would become a dead soul under the sword if it was not careful.
This person is Xuan Hui Xianjun. It is said that he has broken through to the realm of transformation and is not far from ascending to heaven.
With my limited skills, I would be killed by this person with just one look.
It glanced cautiously, scratched the side of its face, and then continued tremblingly, recounting what the great demon had instructed it to do. "This 'Ten Mirrors' is a sacred object of our demon race. I'm lending it to you, Immortal Lord, to accomplish your mission. I hope you'll take good care of it. The events this mortal has experienced here are the result of... that person's past life. Our masters said we should discuss this with you, Immortal Lord."
The demonic aura coming from around him made Xuan Hui very annoyed. He never liked dealing with people from the demon clan.
Even if it was necessary to conspire with them, it was handled by the shadow alone for so many years.
After patiently listening to the little demon's words, Xuan Hui looked at the square and round mirrors on the incense table in front of the statue of immortals. There were ten mirrors, sacred objects of the demon clan, so he naturally recognized them.
The ten-day illusion was constructed with demonic power, where reality and illusion coexisted. Just inject a little memory of the past and it would become a world of its own. When the demon clan was hunted down and killed by Xuanxiu, it was this secret treasure that gave them a glimmer of hope.
For the demon race, it is easy to get in and out of such good things. However, if someone outside the demon race enters, it will be difficult to get out.
For ordinary illusions, one only needs to find a way to break the illusion. However, for the Ten Platforms Realm, in addition to finding a way to break the illusion, one must also leave behind a portion of one's lifespan in exchange.
Originally, Mingyao's soul was already unstable. After going through ten mirrors, his soul would have to be separated from his body on its own. That would be the right time for him to take action.
But... using that incident as the basis for the operation of the Ten Platforms Realm Illusion, it seems that person is prepared to leave a way out and is not avoiding him.
Xuan Hui sneered coldly: "I know."
"Where's Chu Miaomiao?"
The long sword in his hand shone with a cold light. The trembling little demon swallowed and replied tremblingly, "...He said that he knew that the Immortal Lord couldn't capture the villain, so he...he helped you temporarily trap him."
"...How can we trap him? Your demon king is dead, who else can hold Chu Miaomiao back?"
The little demon was almost stuck to the ground because of the pressure from Xuan Hui.
But since I have accepted this job, if I don’t complete it, I will be dead when I return.
He forced himself to cheer up and replied, "It wasn't us demons who trapped that...that villain. Someone said that the villain would...would be trapped by love. Immortal Lord...just wait for that mortal to come out and 'kill' her."
"If, Immortal Lord... fails again, he will... expose... the matter to the Immortal Mountain..."
"Also... since the Ten Stages Realm has been sacrificed, Chao Qulai... has lost its value... Our Lord... will not show mercy. Cut... cut off Senior Brother Xianjun's tongue. I hope the Immortal Lord won't blame me. His mouth... is so, so, so annoying."
"It's up to you."
After getting the answer, the little demon couldn't help but transform into his original form and rushed out.
In a blink of an eye, Xuan Hui was the only one left in the empty temple.
He looked in the mirror.
At this moment, Mingyao in the mirror was sitting at a loss in the fairy mountain house in the illusion.
She is still the same.
He is thin, looks timid in everything he does, and can never hide his worries on his face. He is also slow-witted, like a stupid rabbit. When he is bullied and gets angry, he will jump up and bite someone without causing any pain.
He and I are two completely opposite people.
He was born strong and indifferent. If anyone dared to bully him, he would retaliate without hesitation.
And she would just quietly shrink into the corner to lick her wounds, and then appear in front of him as if nothing had happened.
In the fairy mountain, he watched her for one hundred and eighty-seven years. He watched her being humiliated, watched her crying, and watched her acting out her deep love for him.
Her acting was terrible.
While calling her husband, she would be distracted.
I don't do anything seriously.
If she wasn't destined to be his, they would never have met, and he would never have even given such a woman a glance.
The tip of his heart was stabbed, disgust appeared in his eyes, mixed with an inexplicable obsession.
"Xuan Hui Xianjun, you are not really in love with her, are you?"
The words that the black shadow had said came back to his ears. Xuan Hui's face turned ugly and the long sword in his hand made a low hum.
How is that possible? He disliked Chu Miaomiao's destined person since he first met her.
That's why he could watch her struggling in pain in the fairy mountain for so many years without any emotion.
She was just a pawn he used to achieve his goals.
He could leave her to die in a ghost town, or he could pick up his sword and kill her.
Like? That's nonsense.
According to their plan, after her death, he should personally take her back to her hometown, extract her two souls, and leave only her heavenly soul in the world. In this way...
Unfortunately, something unexpected happened.
According to the plan made early in the morning, after Chu Miaomiao discovered that she was the destined person, even if he did not kill her, he should at least distance himself from her and be on guard against her, which would just give them the opportunity to take action.
The person destined to take away his immortal power. If he had immortal power, the first person he would kill would be Mingyao.
But that madman Chu Miaomiao...
He actually liked her.
When Mingyao was still his first wife, Chu Miaomiao had dared to covet her. After realizing this, he felt an unknown anger in his heart, which made him hate this nominal brother even more.
But he was just a ball of immortal energy, and had never been educated, so he was really shameless.
If he had not been born from the blood of the Xuan and Chu families, why would he bother to make deals with those dirty people?
After Mingyao's death, the following events would not have happened—
The collapse of immortal power, chaos in the immortal mountain, return to hometown, summon souls... every single thing is extremely crazy.
Fortunately, this matter was not glorious for Xianshan, so Xianshan asked him to follow up, which was a good thing for him.
But... the morning comes and goes, and there is still the first clear sky...
Xuan Hui's expression twisted slightly, and his gaze towards Ming Yao grew colder.
The destiny of those who come here is to die, and she was not supposed to survive.
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Ten Taiwan Territory
Mingyao shuddered. She wrapped the toad that Xuanxiu had left for her around her neck with a red rope in her hand and looked around, feeling as if she was being watched.
"Ah Yao, are you there?"
There were several rapid knocks on the door.
Before Mingyao could respond, the door was pushed open, and Yan Chen, who had already grown up, rushed in with tears on his face and fell on her bed.
"I don't want to cultivate anymore."
“It’s too bitter.”
In the illusion, a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Mingyao rubbed her head and said, "Then don't practice."
"...No, if I don't practice, I won't be able to follow Xianshu forever."
After Yan Chen's left and right brains fought against each other, he turned over and sat up: "If I were like you, I could stay in the fairy mountain without practicing."
A hundred years ago, Mingyao successfully stayed in the fairy mountain because of the toad Xuanxiu left for her.
In the illusion, Chu Dianqing said that her physique could absorb immortal power, which was very special. He invited her to stay there permanently, and only occasionally called her over for tea and chat.
Chu Dianqing and Xuanxiu have very similar auras, especially when they smile.
Mingyao often gets distracted while watching.
Chu Dianqing was very perceptive and asked her with a smile what she was looking at. Mingyao shook her head and didn't tell her.
One reason was that she couldn't see who was behind the scenes in the illusion.
Secondly, to be honest, Chu Dianqing is not a good person to confide in. Although she is smiling, her eyes are distant and cold.
Mingyao has also met such friends in the modern world. They appear to be warm and friendly on the surface, but there is a layer of distance inside. Such people are very suitable to be career leaders who expand territories. If there is an emergency, she will help, but they are not suitable for confiding in.
Chu Dianqing is very similar.
While drinking tea and chatting with Mingyao, she never put down her pen and kept dealing with important matters of Xianshan.
The fairy mountain today is very different from the one Mingyao had stayed in for many years.
There weren't many cultivators in the fairy mountain, and it seemed as if they had all gone out to the human world.
Only a small group was left in the fairy mountain to teach the new monks.
"The world is in chaos right now, with demons wreaking havoc and harming humanity. We at Xianshan have been ordered to protect the mortal world, so naturally we have to contribute greatly." Chu Dianqing rubbed his forehead with a weary look in his eyes. "Mingyao, I'm exhausted. I just hope the cultivators at Xianshan can quickly grow."
Mingyao didn't know what to say, so he could only smile and comfort her: "Yes, yes, the cultivators in Yan Chen and Xian Shu's group are all very good."
Although Mingyao herself did not have a spiritual vein, she could see that Yan Chen and Xian Shu had excellent talents, almost the same as Jia Li's talents in later generations.
Especially Yan Chen, although she always said that she didn't want to practice Taoism, but she always ranked first whether she went down the mountain to gain experience or competed within the sect.
How could such a person remain nameless in later generations?
Mingyao pursed her lips. Ordinary illusions, with hidden killer moves, would always reveal themselves quickly, but she had been here for so long and still had no idea how to get out.
I can only continue to survive.
Coming back to his senses from his memories, Mingyao looked at the graceful Yan Chen in front of him, propped up his face, took over her words and asked her: "Do you still like Xianshu?"
"Yes, yes." Yan Chen became excited when Ming Yao asked her this. "Xian Shu is such a hypocrite. He obviously likes me, but he insists on reaching the Nascent Soul stage before he's willing to be my Taoist partner."
"The Nascent Soul stage is really difficult. I need to cultivate for at least another hundred years."
"A hundred years! I even gave him a sneaky kiss now, and he wouldn't be happy... He said they hadn't officially become Taoist partners yet."
"Ayao, do you understand me?"
Yan Chen looked devastated.
Mingyao nodded solemnly: "I understand."
"No, you don't understand. You've never liked anyone before, so you don't understand the itchy feeling of having meat hanging right in front of you but not being able to take a bite." Yan Chen rolled over on her bed, "Ahhhhhh, I really want to drug you."
"Calm down, calm down." Mingyao poked her, "You're not just after his body."
Yan Chen raised his head dimly: "...It wasn't like that before, but it is true now."
Mingyao was at a loss for words. Did he really want to be intimate with her so much?
As if seeing through her thoughts, Yan Chen rolled off the bed, hugged her, blew gently towards her, buried his head in the crook of her neck and rubbed it: "Sister Yao, when you like someone, you can't help but want to get close to them and possess them."
"Then why can't Xianshu do it?" Mingyao tried to refute.
"Because he's always pretending." Yan Chen was exhausted. Right now, she needed someone to understand her the most. "Ayao, you've never liked anyone. Does that mean no one has ever liked you?"
Mentioned suddenly.
Mingyao bit her lip, and a name popped up in her mind. This... really exists.
"Ah Yao, I have lived for hundreds of years. Although I don't know love or hate, I am not a fool."
"I can tell the difference."
In Lingxu Cave, Immortal Lord Miaomiao showed his desires to her without reservation.
Although it is hazy, it is unmistakable.
The area under her eyes that had been kissed by Xuanxiu suddenly felt hot, and she couldn't help but reach out and wipe it.
Stop, stop. Mingyao quickly stopped his chaotic thoughts and thought about the fortune-telling of the young monk in the Temple of Immortals.
If she marries Xuanxiu, there will be no good ending, um, so don't think too much.
Stop, stop.
After repeating this silently several times, Mingyao's mood gradually calmed down.
But whenever I think of him, I can't stop and feel a little anxious.
Although we are not destined to be husband and wife, we are friends through thick and thin, and our relationship is a little different from ordinary ones. Worrying about him and caring about him should be... a very normal friendship.
Mingyao tried to cover it up in an attempt to make it more obvious.
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"She has two marriages. One is declining, but not completely broken. The other..."
The young monk paused and said, "As long as this enchantment that devours people disappears and my life is safe, I will tell you the answer."
"I never lie, but you always have to leave me some room for bargaining."
Xuanxiu could tell that the person in front of him was telling the truth.
The trend of decline has not yet stopped.
A Yao and Xuan Hui have already divorced, and the decline probably refers to Xuan Hui.
But it hasn't stopped yet.
"He deserves to die." He murmured, with a cold murderous intent between his brows.
The young monk misunderstood and thought Xuanxiu was the one destined for this marriage. Unable to bear such an unlucky fortune-telling, he quickly added:
"That is to say."
“There’s still a possibility of a resurgence.”
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