"Fairy, where shall we begin today?"
An old, silvery voice echoed from the depths of the palace.
"Let me think: the front path 2,016 times, the back path 1,783 times, Xingkou 1,621 times, the mountain peak 1,366 times, the jailer 978 times..."
Oh dear, the jailers haven't even reached a thousand yet. Looks like I have no other choice today, hehehehe..."
"Hmph, a thousand years have passed, don't you have any new tricks up your sleeve?" A clear, cold female voice, as pure as a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, rang out.
Faced with the woman's mockery, the old man remained unperturbed, instead chuckling repeatedly: "What do you know, little girl? It's not about the age of the moves, but their effectiveness. Take this!"
Immediately afterwards, the old man's foul language echoed from deep within the palace.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly. Among the people he knew, even the most monstrous Zhao Hao wasn't this monstrous. Why was he even providing commentary? Was he going to explain every single move in detail? Most importantly, after hitting her for so long, the woman showed no reaction whatsoever, seemingly unable to break through her defenses at all.
Who are the woman and the old man?
Shouldn't the Moon Palace be the abode of the Moon Goddess? Could it be that the woman is the Moon Goddess, and the old man is a Ba Hui?
He had seen many strange gods, but he had never seen one so anthropomorphic.
Or perhaps the moon goddess's charm has become so great that even the wicked god cannot escape her allure?
The Kunlun maggot seemed to sense Fang Xiu's doubts and explained, "My lord, it shouldn't be the Moon God or Ba Hui. These kinds of strange gods, like the angel Taotie, have consciousness, but they rarely use it. They act according to their instincts. Unless they are strange gods in charge of Yin Xie, they basically won't do such things. Such things are very boring to them, and it's far more enjoyable than eating a person."
Fang Xiu pondered for a moment. If it wasn't the Moon Goddess and Ba Hui, then who could have broken into the Moon Palace?
It's important to know that he was able to get here by using his ability to become ethereal. The dangers of the Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons are well-known. For a seventh-tier being to enter this place, death is the only option. Even an eighth-tier being could die if they were not careful. This means that no matter what kind of beings the two people inside are, their presence here is enough to demonstrate their strength, which is at least at the eighth tier.
Without much thought, Fang Xiu walked directly into the depths of the palace. Here, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere, with many crescent-shaped broken objects emitting a faint glow, which were probably used for lighting. There was also a huge incense burner lying on the ground with incense ash scattered all over the ground, broken screens, jade tables and chairs, and so on. All the objects had marks of swords and weapons, which meant that a great battle had taken place here.
The old man's foul language had been firing off like a machine gun for the entire time it takes for an incense stick to burn, without repeating a single word.
At this moment, Fang Xiu finally arrived at the room from which the sound came. The door was ajar, with a crack in the door, and wisps of cold air seeped out from the crack, as if they could freeze one's soul.
He pushed open the door and went inside. Instead of seeing the horrific scene the old man had described, he saw two people sealed in ice coffins.
One was a woman dressed in white, her clothes fluttering like a fairy from the moon palace. Her skin was like jade, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The most eye-catching thing was her forehead, which had a crescent-shaped mark that seemed to carry some kind of indescribable Taoist charm.
The other was an elderly man dressed in a black python robe, with a youthful face and white hair, tall and imposing, exuding an air of authority, seemingly having long held a high position.
Both men lay motionless in the ice coffin with their eyes closed, like two corpses. Their lips did not tremble, yet the old man Yin Xie's voice clearly came from the ice coffin.
"I never imagined that the jailer of the dignified Palace Master of the Void Moon Palace would be so foul-smelling..." The old man's words came to an abrupt halt.
"Who goes there?!" the old man exclaimed in surprise.
Fang Xiu immediately felt two powerful auras locking onto him.
"What?! It's actually a junior who hasn't even become an immortal yet? Has the restriction on the Divine Ruins dissipated? Even a fifth-order mortal cultivator can enter?" the black-robed elder exclaimed in surprise.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask which sect you belong to, and how you entered this Divine Ruins?" The white-robed fairy hurriedly asked, her tone cold but inevitably carrying a hint of urgency.
Strangely, even though the two of them kept their eyes closed and their lips not parted while they were speaking, their voices still came out.
Faced with the questions from the two individuals who appeared to be at the eighth rank, Fang Xiu remained calm and said indifferently, "And who are you two? What are you doing here?"
Both of them were taken aback, seemingly not expecting Fang Xiu to be so fearless.
The old man suddenly burst into laughter: "It seems that a thousand years have passed, and a junior like you doesn't even know me. Listen up, junior, I am Li Xinghe!"
The old man was extremely proud, as if the name Li Xinghe was a name that resounded throughout the world, and he was already looking forward to Fang Xiu's trembling with fear upon hearing it.
However, Fang Xiu ignored him and turned to look at the white-clad woman in another ice coffin: "Your turn."
Li Xinghe: "......"
The woman in white remained silent for a moment: "Xuyue Palace, Jiang Mengyue."
"Alright, next question, what were you two doing just now?" Fang Xiu continued to ask.
"Young man, where did you come from, some wild, untrained cultivator from the mountains? You haven't even heard of my name before?" Li Xinghe interrupted.
Fang Xiu glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "I don't like being interrupted, understand?"
Li Xinghe paused slightly, then his anger surged. For so many years, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He was about to explode, but when he thought that he was still trapped in the ice coffin and would need to use this kid later, he had no choice but to hold back.
Jiang Mengyue seemed to realize that Fang Xiu was not an ordinary mortal cultivator, and since she needed his help, she quickly answered the question.
"Just now, this demon insulted me with his words. We have both been trapped in the ice coffin for a thousand years. During this thousand years, we have been desperately trying to recover our strength and escape as soon as possible. He is my mortal enemy. In order to prevent me from recovering faster than him and escaping to kill him in advance, he would disturb my mind with foul language every few days."
Fang Xiu frowned slightly. This was something he hadn't expected. He had thought that a demon had imprisoned a fairy in the palace and tormented her day and night, but he hadn't expected it to be just empty talk.
Before he came to the other side to find the divine kingdom, he had imagined what the battle between high-level powerhouses would be like, but now that he saw it, he found it to be so simple and unadorned.
Disturbing the mind isn't done with any magical music or spells, nor with any soul-capturing techniques; it's simply about using foul language.
This suddenly made him very doubtful of the strength of Jiang Mengyue and Li Xinghe.
However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that the two were indeed at the eighth level, suggesting that the ice coffin had limited their performance.
(late)
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