Chapter 80 Rushing Towards "Huh? It's you?"
Mu Meng was stunned for a moment before he realized what Lu Zhaoxin meant.
It wasn't that the sentence was difficult to understand; it was that she simply couldn't believe that someone would use such a vicious curse when their Celestial Clan had followed the Great Dao for generations, upheld benevolence and righteousness, and whose very bones were engraved with kindness and compassion.
For the first time, she even questioned Lu Zhaoxin: "Are you sure? Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
"Nine times out of ten."
Mu Meng lowered his eyes. Most likely, Lu Zhaoxin was shrewd and always spoke tactfully, leaving room for maneuver. The fact that he could say this meant that he was already quite confident.
Seeing that Mu Meng was speechless with surprise, Lu Zhaoxin tentatively asked, "Should we tell Feng Xixue all of this as well?"
Mu Meng paused for a moment, then asked in return, "Of course we should tell him. What's the point of hiding it?"
Lu Zhaoxin glanced back, a little worried, and reminded him, "But Yu Sheng is the apple of Feng Xixue's eye. If he knew that all her suffering stemmed from the cruelty of a certain Celestial Clan member, wouldn't he...?"
“No,” Mu Meng shook his head, knowing what Lu Zhaoxin wanted to say, and said decisively, “Feng Xixue is not that kind of person. He knows who to seek revenge on and will not take it out on the entire Heavenly Clan.”
That's good. Feng Xixue nodded. Demon women are not to be trifled with. He didn't know Feng Xixue very well and didn't know how far he would go, but Mu Meng's certainty reassured him a lot.
Mu Meng pressed her fingers together, and wisps of spiritual energy quietly emerged from her slender white fingertips. She quickly crafted a spiritual letter, then casually tossed it out. "Since it's spiritual energy from the Celestial Clan, Brother Sheng will be able to identify it more easily than you. Once he arrives, we'll..."
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, and her hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, slowly lowered down and landed on the carved railing beside her.
Mu Meng moved his lips: "Feng Xixue, you've come."
Feng Xixue stood by the corridor, his hair slightly disheveled, his whole being covered in a layer of vicissitudes and dust, clearly having arrived in a great hurry.
His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembled slightly, and his hair and fingers shook slightly. Anyone could see how anxious he was, but he still restrained himself and walked lightly, as if afraid of disturbing someone.
He stepped forward, trying his best to keep his voice calm: "Mu Meng, where is Sheng Sheng?"
But actually, without Mu Meng answering, he could already sense a faint, sweet and clean scent emanating from the crack in the tightly closed door behind Mu Meng.
The scent was so familiar that it sent shivers down my spine.
A layer of tears welled up in Feng Xixue's deep eyes. He pursed his lips and took three steps forward in quick succession. Mu Meng was startled and quickly stopped him, "Hey—wait a minute, Sheng Sheng is asleep..."
Actually, even without Mu Meng stopping him, Feng Xixue himself didn't intend to push the door open and barge in. He stood by the door, raised his hand and carefully covered the narrow crack in the door with his entire palm. He was so happy that even the ends of his hair were trembling slightly.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he said in a low voice, "I know what I'm doing. Sheng Sheng doesn't know me yet, and I won't show up rashly; it would frighten her."
“It’s not because of…it’s not just because of that.” Seeing Feng Xixue like this, Mu Meng’s heart sank even further—Yu Sheng was so precious to him, someone he cherished so much and had searched for for over two thousand years. How could she tell him those cruel things?
Feng Xixue tilted her head slightly: "What?"
The words caught in her throat, but Mu Meng found it hard to say them. She bit her lip hard and turned to look at Lu Zhaoxin.
When Lu Zhaoxin saw her looking at him, he was slightly taken aback, and honestly lowered his head to stare at his toes.
Knowing he couldn't be relied on, well, it wasn't really appropriate for Lu Zhaoxin to say these words to Feng Xixue. Mu Meng thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Let's talk in private."
“Okay, but… wait a moment,” Feng Xixue agreed softly. He didn’t even look at Mu Meng, and gently pushed the door open a crack. “Let me take a look at Sheng Sheng.”
He stood sideways outside the door, peering through the two-inch-wide gap—almost instantly, Mu Meng saw that his eyes were even redder, his scarlet eyes fixed on the door, the longing and deep affection within them like a vast ocean, making one's heart ache at the sight.
Perhaps he didn't know that he had been looking at that spot for a very long time, but neither Mu Meng nor Lu Zhaoxin made a sound to disturb him.
Finally, Feng Xixue gently closed the door without making a sound. He turned around and bowed deeply to Mu Meng, saying, "Thank you for finding her."
"Hey—we're of the same generation, let's not stand on ceremony. In the end, I'm the one who owes you the debt. If only I had found you sooner." Mu Meng was startled and quickly reached out to help her up. She was indeed ashamed—it was rightfully her turn to find Sheng Sheng. When the three of them divided the search areas, Danzhou was given to her. She only regretted not coming to Danzhou first. Perhaps Sheng Sheng wouldn't have suffered so much.
Feng Xixue was extremely intelligent; Mu Meng's words were enough to startle him. "What do you mean? Earlier..."
He quickly glanced at the door, as if he had sensed something, and when he turned back, the slight curve of his lips was tinged with coldness. "You said you had something to tell me, let's talk in private."
...
The courtyard that Mu Meng bought was not large, and there was no meeting room where they could sit down and talk. Moreover, neither of them was in the mood for that, so she led Feng Xixue to the back corridor.
She had gone over all sorts of explanations in her mind, but after thinking it over, Mu Meng ultimately decided not to hide anything. She had no right to deprive Feng Xixue of her right to know, so she simply told Feng Xixue about Yu Sheng's experience in the most tactful way.
Even though she omitted the cruel things she had witnessed, and her narration was straightforward enough, Feng Xixue remained silent for a long time after listening to her.
His face was as pale as paper, only his lips gradually turned purplish-black. He seemed to have no reaction, but Mu Meng knew from his dark, cold eyes that his heart was not as calm as it appeared.
Suddenly he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood with a "pfft".
Mu Meng couldn't bear to look; it was blood from his heart. Heart-wrenching pain was usually just torture, a feeling of his heart being torn to pieces and crushed into mud, but he rarely vomited blood. Only when the pain reached its extreme could he vomit such blood.
Feng Xixue was bent over, his palm pressed against his chest. Because of the pain and the pain he was enduring, the veins on his forehead and even his neck were bulging.
It took him a long time to find his voice, but it was hoarse and low from the intense pain, "I know..."
Mu Meng turned his head and sighed silently. "I killed those beasts who bullied Sheng Sheng. Lu Zhaoxin captured their souls and said he would hand them over to you for disposal. Also, Lu Zhaoxin said that there were more than just those few people who bullied Sheng Sheng. If you are still angry and want to avenge her, he can make things easier for you, but... don't be too direct, or he will be in a difficult position."
If they were to kill him directly, it would definitely attract the attention of the human government, and Lu Zhaoxin would have a hard time explaining himself. It would be better to set up a few traps and cleverly conceal the killing move, making it easier for him to slowly torture Lu Zhaoxin and vent his anger. This method would be more suitable for both of them.
Feng Xixue's understanding of the human realm far surpasses that of hers, so handling these matters using human methods is not difficult for her.
“Okay,” Feng Xixue agreed in a deep voice, his hair slightly disheveled, staring intently at the pool of black blood he had just vomited on the ground like a wild beast. “Thank you.”
Seeing him like this, Mu Meng felt bad and was filled with self-blame again. "It's my fault. If I had come to Danzhou to search for him first, maybe things would have turned out differently."
Feng Xixue gently shook her head, raised her blood-red eyes and looked at her, "Don't say that, how can you be blamed?"
Mu Meng was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pinched his brow. Although he felt it was a bit cruel, he still reminded her, "There's another point. Sheng Sheng's body and mind are both very fragile right now. When I was with Zhao Xin, he was a kind and smiling man, but she was still clearly afraid of him. So... I want to say... don't be too anxious. I will talk to Sheng Sheng properly, at least to make her not afraid of you first, and then we can talk about the future."
Having experienced cruelty, Sheng Sheng is terrified of the opposite sex. To her, Feng Xixue is just a stranger. If she acts too hastily, it will only backfire.
Feng Xixue closed her eyes briefly, her voice barely audible: "I understand, thank you."
That's not the real problem. The real problem is the vicious curse on her body. Mu Meng thought for a while and said, "I've also thought about the matter of breaking the curse. We still need to ask Brother Yue to help restore Sheng Sheng's demon identity as soon as possible. Otherwise, given her current physical condition, she simply cannot withstand us using our spiritual power to break the curse for her."
Feng Xixue thought the same thing. He nodded slowly, his gaze sharp and piercing. "Yes, and there's also the person who cast the curse..."
“We’ve made some progress in identifying who cast the curse,” Mu Meng continued, though she hesitated to speak, her gaze heavy as she forced herself to say, “Zhao Xin has investigated, and it’s highly likely that it was done by someone from the Celestial Clan. I’ve already invited Brother Sheng over; he’s most familiar with the spiritual power of the various sects within the Celestial Clan, so he should be able to figure out what’s going on.”
Feng Xixue glanced at Mu Meng, but he didn't say anything.
Just as she had expected, Feng Xixue did not take her anger out on her, but Mu Meng felt extremely guilty—this was not the first time such a thing had happened. The last time the Si'an Flower was stolen, it was also done by the Heavenly Clan. Facing Feng Xixue, she really felt somewhat indebted.
Mu Meng twisted his hands, feeling he should say something, but before he could think of anything, he heard Feng Xixue speak softly: "You don't need to feel guilty. I have a heart and know how to distinguish between gratitude and resentment. The fault of one person in the Heavenly Clan does not represent the sin of the entire clan."
"Yes, then we—" He was only halfway through his sentence when Mu Meng suddenly turned his head to look towards the gate, and Feng Xixue also squinted her eyes and looked over.
"Such strong spiritual power, it must be Brother Sheng. I'll go out to greet him." Mu Meng nodded to Feng Xixue. "Sheng Sheng's medicine will be ready soon. Put it at the door and I'll take it inside."
After giving her hurried instructions, she turned and walked out.
Mu Meng strode through the corridor and, without waiting for the person outside to knock, unbolted the door and opened it: "Sheng... um? It's you?"
Zhe Qing stood outside the door, looking at Mu Meng's surprised gaze, and pursed her lips slightly: "Meng Meng."
Mu Meng looked him up and down – Zhe Qing had changed his clothes again, which must have been found in the desolate tomb. Demons' clothes are usually black, and his clothes were neatly tailored, making him look even taller and more dashing. The cuffs were also tied tightly, making him look very dashing.
However, he seemed to be in a hurry, as if he had rushed over.
Mu Meng really didn't want to admit it, but she was also quite helpless—it seemed that the old saying was true: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Looking at Zhe Qing, she actually thought he was quite handsome.
Not to mention handsome, I even think that no one in the world can compare to him.
She's been busy looking for him for the past month and hasn't thought about him often, but when she has free time, Zhai Qing's face pops into her mind, and she still feels a bit resentful towards him.
But seeing Zhe Qing standing here, looking so anxious, all his displeasure vanished. Mu Meng smiled and invited him inside, while knowingly asking, "How did you find this place?"
“I originally went to Kunlun to look for you, but the people there said you went out and were in the Thirteen States of Binzuo in the human realm,” Zhe Qing glanced at Mu Meng without leaving a trace. Seeing that she looked fine and cheerful, he finally relaxed a little after being worried all the way. He smiled and said gently, “Then I came here. Although Binzuo is a large area, you are easy to find.”
That's true. Although the territory of Binzuo is vast, this place has her, the number one expert of the Celestial Clan, the throne of the Ghost Realm, and a Demon Envoy who is no less powerful than the Demon Lord. With these three powerful spiritual forces combined, it is indeed a very obvious target.
To think they'd gone through all this trouble to find her… A smile appeared on Mu Meng's lips, but she quickly suppressed it. She walked briskly forward, her gaze slightly upward towards the eaves of the corridor, as if she didn't care: "Why are you in such a hurry? There are so many people here. You can wait for me in Kunlun Realm. I'll go back as soon as I'm done."
Unlike Mu Meng's slight smugness, Zhe Qing's expression was somewhat serious. He said in a deep voice, "Mengmeng, I came to tell you that the monster didn't die. It climbed up from the bottom of the Endless Cliff and ran away."
Mu Meng stopped abruptly, pausing for a long while before asking, "...What?"
"Where did this monster come from? It's truly incredibly powerful," Mu Meng frowned and sneered. She had also fallen off the Endless Cliff before. Less than an incense stick's time after the fall, the sunlight could no longer reach that spot, and what followed was an endless descent into darkness. Therefore, she had great confidence in the Endless Cliff.
Mu Meng had long been convinced that the monster was doomed, and for a moment he found it hard to believe, "In a place like Endless Cliff, how could that thing fall down and not die, and even—could climb back up?"
After cursing a couple of times, Mu Meng suddenly turned her head to look at Zhe Qing, "How do you know he climbed out from the bottom of Endless Cliff? Have you never left the Desolate Tomb?"
Zhe Qing nodded: "Mm."
Mu Meng was startled and immediately grabbed his wrist to examine it. She then checked his other hand, and finally turned his shoulder to examine him carefully. "No way? You've been there the whole time? What's so great about that place? There's not a soul in sight. Were you there when that monster climbed up? Did you fight it out? Where are you hurt?"
She fired off a barrage of questions, her gentle eyes and brows barely concealing her true feelings. She shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, we didn't fight. He sneaked away while I wasn't paying attention—but that's what's strange about me. I had at most a 30 or 40% chance of winning against him, but he didn't kill me."
Zhe Qing's eyes revealed worry, but also a hint of relief: "That's why I was worried that he went straight to you, afraid that I wouldn't make it in time. Luckily, you're alright."
Mu Meng smiled slightly, glanced at the courtyard inside, and pondered, "Perhaps that monster wanted to come looking for me, but after assessing the abilities of the people here, it didn't show itself rashly."
That's good. Back then, when Mengmeng and the other two joined forces, the monster was already struggling to survive. Now, with so many experts here, the monster, with its cunning and cautious nature, will definitely not make a move lightly.
Just as she was relieved about this matter, another possibility suddenly occurred to her. Zhe Qing frowned slightly. "But this is the human realm. If that monster doesn't find an opportunity and takes its anger out on innocent people, how should we guard against it?"
Mu Meng thought about it carefully and gently comforted her, "It's alright, Zhe Qing, don't worry. I'll remind Lu Zhaoxin to keep an eye on the Reincarnation Disc. If we see any unusual large-scale disturbances in the human realm, we can deal with them as soon as possible. The two of us are already difficult to deal with, let alone the human realm, which is the Ghost King's territory. He will be somewhat wary of us."
"However, I don't think he'll necessarily vent his personal anger in the mortal realm. After all, his ultimate goal is the Crimson Heart Pill I possess. If he makes a move, everyone here can join forces, and he'll definitely have no chance of survival. If I were him, I'd probably think of some other methods..."
Despite saying that, Mu Meng pondered it repeatedly but still couldn't predict what the monster would do next.
"It's alright, we'll just be more cautious from now on." Zhe Qing saw Mu Meng frowning and deep in thought for a long time, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him, so he gently comforted him.
Mu Meng paused slightly, blinked, and asked, "So, you're going to stay here forever? But I remember the last time we met, you were determined never to see me again."
Zhe Qing lowered his eyes and smiled, calling her name softly as if pleading, "Mengmeng, I... I didn't mean that."
He added, "Now that monster is hiding in the shadows, I'll have another helper if I stay. Mengmeng, are you... are you still angry with me?"
Mu Meng had already stopped being angry when she saw him, but she still raised her chin and said, "Let's not be angry for now."
Zhe Qing then smiled genuinely, his eyes crinkling slightly. After a moment of joy, he looked around and asked, "But Mengmeng, what's wrong with you all...?"
As expected of someone so perceptive and quick-witted, Zhe Qing realized what was going on after only asking half a question: "Has Young Master Feng Xixue found his sweetheart?"
Mentioning this, Mu Meng's eyes dimmed somewhat: "Yes."
"What's wrong? Is there something amiss?" Zhe Qing's expression revealed a hint of concern.
"Hmm...it will be alright," Mu Meng didn't want to tell anyone other than Feng Xixue about Yu Sheng's experience, so she didn't dwell on it and changed the subject. "By the way, Zhe Qing, I mentioned you to my father when I went home a few days ago. He knows about the Seventh Realm and is quite interested in you. He'd like to meet you. After things are settled here, can you come back to the Celestial Clan with me?"
As for the story she fabricated about Zheqing being her third uncle's disciple in order to get information out of her father, she didn't mention it again.
Zhe Qing paused, her long eyelashes drooping as if in thought, "Is that so..."
Finally, he nodded, "Alright, I'll go with you after this matter is settled."
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