Chapter 337
Zhu Ping'an was also slightly taken aback for a moment.
The person in black robes in front of me is actually a woman. What is her relationship with "her"?
Zhu Ping'an was deep in thought, while Fuxue was lost in her own thoughts.
Ultimately, considering that crying would make her eyes red and prevent her from looking beautiful when she saw "her," she stopped her grief and calmed down.
She also took out the small mirror to check herself from left to right to see if she was in the best possible condition.
After confirming that she was still perfect, Fuxue calmly asked again, "You are 'her' sister, right?"
She looks young and has a youthful face; how could she possibly be "her" or anyone else?
Fu Xue cursed herself inwardly for being so stupid.
After confirming that the man in black robes was referring to his savior, Zhu Ping'an coldly replied, "No."
"No!?" Fu Xue's voice rose at the end, carrying a sweet and alluring tone.
Fuxue suppressed her wild thoughts and asked again, "If you're not her sister, then who are you to 'her'?"
Zhu Ping'an paused, not answering immediately, but recalling how she had been held in the arms of her savior and how "she" had personally escorted her away from the secret realm.
Later, after she returned home, her parents were afraid that she would fall into a trap again, so they gave her a lot of training.
Not only was she surrounded by powerful figures from her own auction house who imparted their cultivation techniques and taught her how to cultivate, but she also had someone specifically introduced her to the various immortals and famous figures in the cultivation world.
In particular, the woman in front of him, dressed in a black robe and wearing a fox mask, and the seductive charm she inadvertently exuded, all clearly pointed to the newly appeared Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult.
The person before me is the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult, but who is "she"?
She asked everyone at the auction house, but no one had ever heard of "her" name. It took a lot of money and magical treasures to find this place.
As a result, she encountered the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult, who had also come looking for "her".
Zhu Ping'an, considering his own position, replied to Fuxue: "If the person you are referring to is the same person as 'her,' then 'she' is my savior."
"My savior?" Fuxue bit her lip.
She actually saved so many of her female confidantes.
But then again, that's the kind of person she is; otherwise, why would she have saved herself?
As she pondered, she suddenly sensed two auras. One aura was very familiar, while the other was both unfamiliar and familiar.
So, is it "she" who has arrived!?
Her eyes lit up with a bright light as she thought about it, but her nervousness prompted her to touch her temples for stray hairs and adjust her mask to make sure it wasn't crooked...
Zhu Ping'an, who had been puzzled the whole time, found the answer when Fu Xue put away the mirror and turned around to look at the person who had come with perfect poise.
The newcomer was dressed in a blue dress that reached her ankles. As she landed on the long sword, a glimpse of fair skin was revealed at her ankles, and the golden beads hanging from her anklet swayed, making it impossible to look away.
After a short while, the two slowly raised their eyes and saw that the person in front of them was slender and tall, with an ice-blue ribbon around her waist, and a pair of bright yet extremely indifferent eyes hidden under her hair held up by a jade hairpin.
A person with such eyes is stunning no matter how ordinary their face may be, not to mention the woman's beauty, which even those from the upper realms cannot match.
The woman sheathed her longsword and glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, a chilling wind blowing in their faces.
Amidst the awe and dread that clung to their instincts, the woman's icy gaze softened, revealing a hint of tenderness.
She turned around and said, "Xiaoyu, we've arrived."
At one point, the two of them also wanted to transform into the "Xiaoyu" she mentioned.
As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Yu appeared in front of the two of them. He was very tall, but he was still completely ignored by everyone.
If it weren't for Ling Wu's special treatment of Bai Yu, they wouldn't have even noticed his presence.
Bai Yu was very alert to their gazes, glancing back at the two of them one by one. When his eyes fell on Fu Xue, his pupils contracted, but he quickly returned to normal.
Seeing the two women staring at Ling Wu with fascination, Bai Yu blocked their view and spoke, "Immortal Venerable."
"Immortal Venerable?" Zhu Ping'an searched his memory for the name of an Immortal Venerable, and finally decisively spoke up: "Half-Moon Immortal Venerable!"
Her parents talked about "Half-Moon Immortal Venerable" all the time, so she became curious about what kind of person she was. Later, her parents told her, "Once she appears, you won't be able to see anyone else."
That's her, isn't it?
Beneath the snow-covered mask, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with amazement, her feelings for Ling Wu a mixture of familiarity and strangeness.
"Half-Moon Immortal Venerable," Fuxue murmured to herself.
It seems to be the person Song Bai mentioned who can be compared to "her".
Now that we see it, it's indeed true.
However, she couldn't help but feel that the person in front of her had a strange resemblance to "her".
But when she saw the little boy who had been abused by "her" to the point of being completely battered and bruised, she could no longer be sure.
Her dialogue is both mocking and disdainful.
But the Immortal Venerable Half Moon before him spoke to Bai Yu with gentleness and care.
Fu Xue pursed her lips, leaned to one side, and prepared to observe closely.
She was obsessed with the black-robed woman's every move, and during the trip to the secret realm, she followed "her" every day, so she was very familiar with her behavior.
Unaware that her identity might be exposed, Ling Wu maintained a calm expression, but inwardly she still felt helpless about the situation.
"Are you really the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable?" Zhu Ping'an's eyes sparkled.
She continued, "My mother and father admire you so much! Oh, by the way!" She took out an expensive memorial tablet specially made to preserve handwriting and pleaded, "Could you please sign my father and mother's names?"
Lingwu paused slightly, but still nodded.
She finished signing with practiced ease, while Fuxue, who remained as elegant as ever, gradually softened her doubts.
"No, 'she' doesn't sign autographs for others, and her gait is wrong, but..."
Feeling the joy in her heart, Fu Xue relaxed her furrowed brows and looked at Bai Yu.
The little brat was astonished when he first saw her. Even though he had only seen her a few times on the verge of death, he still recognized her. How could he mistake her for the immortal venerable one he spent every day with?
All of this indicates that the person in front of them is not the man in the black robe.
But deep down, she had an answer telling her that the person in front of her was "her"!
Having received the autograph, Zhu Ping'an planned to use it to exchange with his parents for a month's vacation, so he politely bowed and left.
Before leaving, she turned back and stared at Ling Wu for a long time, her face showing a complex mix of confusion and hesitation.
"Could the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable be 'her'?" She sat on the spirit boat, constantly troubled by this question.
The same indifference, the same coolness, but the black-robed person did not have the cold fragrance of the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable, and "she" was even more indifferent than the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable.
"Never mind, I'll go home first and then come back." She composed herself.
Inside the Bai residence, Fuxue remained.
Seeing this, Lingwu ignored her and said to Baiyu, "You go and take a look by yourself first. Later, I will take you to pay respects to your family."
Bai Yu knelt and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Immortal Venerable, for saving my life back then, and thank you, Immortal Venerable, for giving my family and me dignity."
He spoke with a slightly nasal tone when he said the second half of his sentence, and only after willingly kowtowing three times did he get up and leave.
Fu Xue was speechless because of Bai Yu's performance just now, because even when Bai Yu was tortured to the point of being completely broken in front of "her", he never spoke with a sob in his voice.
The courtyard was overgrown with weeds. Lingwu stood there without saying a word.
Fu Xue pulled herself together and prepared to take the initiative. Her voice was charming, just as it had been in front of the man in black robes, "Immortal Venerable, are you not going to ask my name?"
If cultivators who had fought against the demonic sects were to see this, they would surely cough up blood.
Because they only glanced at her, she snorted coldly and said they were rude, and her moves were extremely ruthless.
But now, when facing Ling Wu, who is also a righteous cultivator, she refers to herself as "this humble servant" with a shy and timid air.
"You immortal lord, you won't even spare me a glance?" Fu Xue said, removing her mask and lifting her black hood to reveal a charming and beautiful face.
Those purple eyes were also filled with countless spring colors.
She reached out her fingertips to touch Lingwu's shoulder, but Lingwu moved away, leaving Fuxue's fingers empty-handed.
Fu Xue felt a void in her heart, her eyes dimmed, and she finally withdrew her fingers in dejection.
Her tone was mournful, but even more so, it was filled with grievance: "Why are you avoiding me and pretending not to know me?"
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