Chapter 252 Though Dead, Still Alive (Wedding Date) Taking Lin Feiran Away...
Ru Xian's voice was normal, and his complexion showed no sign of weakness. Apart from the stronger cold fragrance emanating from his body, there was almost no other abnormality.
His expression also revealed that Gu Yu had not told him about the life-or-death ordeal.
Lin Feiran leaned back slightly, unsure of what to say.
Gu Yu, who was still applying medicine to Miao Shan, turned around when she heard the sound and clicked her tongue, saying, "A young girl's thoughts are always poetic. Asking her too many questions will only annoy people."
Ru Xian wasn't angry. He sat half-on at the edge of the table, legs crossed, hands behind his back, turned his head to look at Gu Yu, raised his eyebrows slightly, and simply said bluntly, "Interrupting? Looks like it has something to do with you."
Gu Yu paused, inwardly cursing herself for speaking too quickly. She quietly took a breath, stood up, turned her back to him, and focused on applying the medicine, pretending not to have heard.
Ru Xian had doubts, but she didn't press him at this moment. Seeing that Lin Feiran didn't speak, he raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, wiping away a few drops of water. Then he leaned over and loosely pressed his leg against her knee.
"The flowers by the window were a gift from you."
What appears to be a question is actually a firm conviction.
Lin Feiran nodded: "I found it while I was out for a stroll. It becomes clear when it comes into contact with water. I thought it was pretty, so I brought it back."
His eyes crinkled like snowflakes before he stood up and sat down beside her: "I like it."
With a crash, Gu Yu crushed the empty medicine jar in his hand. Under Miao Shan's bewildered gaze, he gritted his teeth and laughed.
"It's nothing, the medicine has been applied. I'm just a little surprised that someone can actually receive flowers from their sweetheart!"
"My beloved?" Miao Shan tightened the bandage wrapped around her arm, turned to look at Lin Feiran and the other person, her cold expression changed slightly, and she suddenly realized, "This is somewhat unexpected. It turns out that the two of you have formed a good relationship."
Before Lin Feiran could speak, a shattering sound was heard, but after looking around, there was no broken object, only Gu Yu's bitter yet resolute smile, as if she had gritted her teeth to pieces.
Lin Feiran coughed lightly, nodded in agreement, and said, "The city is very well arranged. It seems that the Goddess Sect is doing very well in Rainfall City."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yu immediately looked over, her eyes filled with gratitude. Miao Shan clasped her hands together and nodded to Gu Yu, saying, "Our clansmen have been trapped in the heart of the Northern Plains for many years, unable to leave. Fortunately, we have received your help and are willing to take us in. Once the matter of the Heavenly Punishment is resolved, the Great Kun Clan will surely repay you."
Gu Yu gathered his sleeves in front of him, hesitated for a moment before sighing, "Just consider it as me accumulating merit."
This is ultimately a matter between the two of them, and it's not appropriate for outsiders to interfere. Lin Feiran glanced helplessly at Gu Yu and then asked, "Miss Miaoshan, actually, there's something else I'd like to ask you."
The cold disease is now rampant in the human realm, and the same snow clouds are drifting towards the demon realm. According to the people of the Northern Plains, the cold disease is related to something that was a divine punishment. Is that true?
Miao Shan nodded: "According to the records of our ancestors, several decades after the appearance of the divine punishment, people in Beiyuan began to suffer from cold-related illnesses."
At the time, everyone thought it was a plague, but it was not contagious and the patients had no discernible pattern. Later, the Goddess Sect also mobilized to treat them, but their condition never improved. Over time, rumors began to circulate that it was a curse.
Logically, the cold symptoms did indeed begin to spread after the appearance of the icicles, but we don't know what the connection is between the two.
I went on a pilgrimage to Kunming to ask for a cure for my cold-related illness, but the saints didn't tell me. They just said to wait.
But what am I waiting for? I don't know either.
Lin Feiran pondered the meaning of the word "wait" before finally speaking, "Actually, there's something strange about it that I haven't been able to figure out."
Several people glanced at it from the side.
Lin Feiran said, "From the time I entered Spring City and participated in the Flying Flower Festival until now, I have seen many patients with cold-related illnesses. Strangely, they are almost all ordinary people."
As for cultivators, there are only a handful in the demon realm, and none in the human realm.
If both mortals and cultivators can be infected, why is there such a big difference? The only difference between the two is that one has spiritual veins and can cultivate, while the other cannot.
Even in that slightly effective prescription, there was a pure spiritual energy.
I've been wondering if there's some special connection between cold-related illnesses, spiritual channels, and spiritual practice?
Miao Shan also felt a sense of clarity emerging from the clouds.
"Spiritual veins, cultivation..."
The Goddess Sect had been trapped here for too long, and she was the only one who could walk. However, she did not often leave the mountain and had not seen much. She was not as perceptive to changes in the outside world as Lin Feiran.
“Miss Lin, I will tell my mother about this speculation and see if we can find any clues in the records of our ancestors.”
Lin Feiran nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."
During this brief pause, Ru Xian spoke up and asked, "Miss Miao Shan has returned from the outside world. Could you tell us about the situation there? Are they still searching for Lin Feiran?"
Miao Shan's expression turned slightly solemn as she said seriously, "We were in a very urgent situation before, with the members of the Secret Sect searching for a long time in the Northern Plains. However, when I went out today, I found that most of the Secret Sect members had left, leaving only other cultivators who stayed here for the reward."
Lin Feiran, feeling uneasy, asked, "Where did they go?"
Miao Shan pursed her lips: "We only heard from our clansmen that they went east, but we have no idea where they were going."
Gu Yu had already adjusted his mindset. He waved his hand and said in a normal tone, "Just ask and you'll know. Let's wait and see."
He spun his palm, and a dozen or so water birds appeared instantly. After muttering a few words, they vanished as if they were vaporizing: "I used to tell fortunes for people and met many extraordinary people from all over the country. As for where the esoteric sect has gone, you can find out with just one question."
He smiled, his expectant gaze sweeping among the group. Miao Shan looked at the table, unaware of his intentions, while Ru Xian seemed to be deep in thought, too preoccupied to pay attention. For a moment, no one offered any praise.
Fortunately, a heavenly melody entered my ears at that moment.
"You have a wide circle of friends, thank you for your help." Lin Feiran even nodded to him.
What a wonderful junior!
Gu Yu glanced at Ru Xian and pointed out, "Not at all, I only know a few people. When Ru Xian asked me to investigate your identity, I didn't find anything either."
Ru Xian was not flustered upon hearing this. Instead, she smiled and looked at Gu Yu, raising her hand to tap her ear, indicating that he should listen carefully.
The next moment, Lin Feiran said, "Senior, you may not know this, but when I entered the demon realm under the identity of Princess Mingyue, he recognized me and knew that I was not Mingyue, but he did not know my specific identity, so he naturally had to investigate."
"It's just that I rarely interacted with people before, so it's not surprising that my seniors couldn't find it; it doesn't mean they lack ability."
Good, good, not only did she not blame Ru Xian, but she even comforted herself in a thoughtful and tactful way.
Gu Yu closed her eyes resignedly. Her friend's failure was regrettable, but his success was even more heartbreaking.
He raised his hand and said quietly, "It's almost lunchtime. Let's eat and talk. Let's not say anything hurtful."
The four of them gathered together. One had returned injured, and another had just woken up from a coma. Naturally, they needed to replenish their bodies, so soon a servant brought out a meal of medicinal stew. The group ate and talked at the same time.
As usual, Ru Xian was the first to stop eating. He rested his chin on his hand and waited to the side. Then it was Miao Shan's turn. After eating, she began to silently chant prayers.
Only Gu Yu was still chattering on the table, talking vividly with Lin Feiran about the past events of Ru Xue.
"...He was practically a loner, having traveled the human world for a long time, always alone wherever he went. If he just nodded, plenty of people would be willing to accompany him, but he never liked it. Now that I see you here, I am actually quite relieved."
Ru Xian raised her eyes and said, "Then don't grit your teeth."
"Can't I have an itchy tooth root?!"
In its anger, the mist in the air dissipated, returning to its original form as a water bird, and then disappeared into Gu Yu's palm.
He paused repeatedly, the runes drawn on his face twisting together as if he had heard some incomprehensible news.
"They also said that disciples of Daohe Palace are forming a sworn brotherhood and preparing to invite Heaven and Earth to witness their union there... Is this still the Daohe Palace I know? A group of people who cultivate the unity of Heaven and Man are actually forming a sworn brotherhood and getting married?!"
Upon hearing this, Ru Xian glanced lightly at Lin Feiran, only to see her pause as if pondering something. Then she looked up and asked, "Senior, did they tell us the names of those who will form a pact?"
Gu Yu shook her head: "Not very specific, just that one person's surname is Wei, and the other's name is Qiu something."
Lin Feiran's expression darkened slightly, her brows furrowed as if she couldn't understand it at all, and her hand unconsciously rubbed against her skin, her expression not happy.
Without pausing, Ru Xian leaned forward slightly and asked directly, "What are you thinking about?"
Lin Feiran answered subconsciously, "I was thinking about Qiu Tong."
He raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised, but his heart cleared, and he didn't press the matter further.
...
"Senior Brother Wei, you're back?"
Meanwhile, Wei Changzai finally returned to Sanqing Mountain on his sword. When the disciples sweeping in front of the mountain gate saw him, they were first surprised, and then couldn't help but look him over. Their eyes were different from before, as if they were regretful and curious at the same time.
Wei Changzai nodded, but seeing that his expression was off, he stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
The junior disciple hesitated for a moment, then finally picked up the broom, looked around, and leaned closer to ask, "Senior brother, I heard you're getting married?"
Wei Changzai's gaze shifted slightly, his two dark, deep-set eyes looking straight at him: "With whom?"
"You don't know?" The junior disciple scratched his head, hesitating to speak. "It's all over the sect. A few elders came down from the mountain without any reason. I overheard their disciples chatting and they said they went to prepare for your and Qiu Tong's wedding."
Wei Changzai showed no surprise, but lowered his eyes slightly and nodded slightly under the questioning gaze of his junior disciple: "Thank you for informing me."
He then turned and left, his pale blue figure walking through the white snow, heading to the right.
Instead of walking directly back through the mountain gate, Wei Changzai chose to avoid the crowd and pass through the small pine forest. His movements were peculiar, and he moved as fast as snowflakes, but the whispers in the forest could still be heard.
"Isn't it said that to achieve harmony between heaven and man, one must be ruthless? Why doesn't Senior Brother Wei have to consider that? He first made an engagement with Lin Feiran, and I thought he only agreed because he had no other choice. Why did he make an engagement with someone else after that? Has he given up on this path?"
"What's so surprising? Wasn't the engagement dissolved because he and Qiu Tong started having feelings for each other? But, given how much the Headmaster values Junior Brother, why would he agree to it a second time?"
"Who knows, maybe their bond is stronger than gold. Can the headmaster really force them apart? If the junior brother leaves, other elders' personal disciples can succeed him. Does the Daohe Palace stop functioning without him?"
"Which of your direct disciples can compare to his talent? Don't forget the previous Great Dao Competition, three of the top ten were disciples of our Daohe Palace. If it weren't for Wei Changzai consistently holding the top spot..."
While he was alive, Daohe Palace remained the head of the Daoist sect; now that he's gone, they'll be in for a beating.
"With such a mindset, what good is high talent? How can someone who is greedy for love and whose heart is impure and unclean be worthy of becoming the future head of the Daohe Palace?"
...
Every word and phrase entered his ears, blowing past with the frosty wind, but Wei Changzai paid no attention to them; he merely listened, saw, and passed by.
The reason he came here was to take a shortcut and find Qiu Tong's hiding place before his master discovered that he had returned to the mountain.
The journey back from the demon realm was not short. It was already nearly night, and the gray-purple twilight clouds gradually encroached on the sky. In the dim light, the white snow in the mountains shimmered with a translucent light in the darkness, before he stepped over it without leaving a trace.
Zhang Chunhe understood him, just as he understood Zhang Chunhe. After thinking for a while, he almost locked in the most likely locations.
As he crossed a long corridor, he suddenly stopped and glanced to the side. The howling snow wind swept past him, his blue robe fluttering in the wind. Through the gaps in his fluttering hair, he saw a group of people walking towards a side hall.
Besides Zhang Chunhe, the leader was a female cultivator in a soft purple dress, who was the Holy Maiden of the Secret Sect. Behind her were several cultivators wearing cloud-patterned robes.
He suddenly remembered Lin Feiran's question.
It turns out they really did have some connection.
The group walked to the side hall. The female cultivator, Zhang Chunhe, and a hooded boy went inside together, while the others stood guard at the door, seemingly discussing something.
In the past, Wei Changzai would not have cared about their interactions, but now he was somewhat puzzled by Zhang Chunhe. The matter they were discussing might not be unrelated to him, and moreover, Lin Feiran seemed quite curious about it.
But I'm currently too busy to be in two places at once, and my master is tied up with other matters, so this is the perfect time to find him.
The two clashed, and he paused for a moment. Suddenly, he thought of something, opened his storage bag, and took out the Kunwu sword, which he hadn't used for a long time.
This spiritual sword, coveted by many sword cultivators, had been kept hidden away by him. Now, when it was taken out again, its sharpness and clear light were still visible.
But the spirit sword did not react at all.
Wei Changzai paused, tapped the sword blade with his fingertip, waited a moment, tapped it again, and repeated this several times. Finally, the Kunwu Sword Spirit could no longer restrain itself and suddenly jumped out.
"Don't I have a name?!"
The boy, whose eyes were pupil-less, stood angrily with his hands on his hips, pointing at his nose.
Wei Changzai looked at the hand pointing at him: "..."
"What's wrong?" He looked puzzled, not offended, but after observing for a moment, he asked, "That expression, are you angry?"
The Kunwu Sword Spirit roared, "You're only just realizing this?! I've been angry for ages!"
"Why?" He seemed genuinely puzzled.
The Kunwu Sword Spirit inhaled deeply, then said, "What do you think? I chose you from among millions of people, and what's the result? How many times have you used the Kunwu Sword? How many times have you summoned it?"
How dare they throw this sword spirit into a mustard seed bag, letting it float among that pile of junk! What a humiliation!
This was originally said in anger, but Wei Changzai thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "Those are not junk, they are all my old things."
"Then why don't you carry Kunwu on your back and stuff Lianyan into your old things!"
Wei Changzai remained expressionless: "I can't bear to part with it."
The answer was frank and straightforward, causing the Kunwu Sword Spirit to choke for a moment. As a sword itself, it could see Zhong Wei Changzai's affection for his sword, but Kunwu was also his sword.
He snorted, "You suddenly called me out, you must want something from me. Do you think this sword spirit is someone you can summon and dismiss at will! Apologize to me!"
"I'm sorry," Wei Changzai said, his expression unchanged.
The Kunwu Sword Spirit has existed in the world for many years, but it has high standards and has only followed five sword masters so far. Wei Changzai is the sixth, but he finds him the most troublesome and the most unfathomable.
But once a sword spirit chooses a master, it will never go back on its word. Wei Changzai was like that, and it accepted it.
He paused several times, then finally asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Wei Changzai stood up and pointed to the side hall that was being guarded.
"I want you to go there and find out what they're discussing."
Sword spirits are the finest spiritual beings in the world. Apart from the sword master, it is difficult for others to see their form if the sword spirit does not wish to. In addition, since the spirit body can pass through magic arrays, it is perfect to send it to investigate.
The Kunwu sword spirit frowned: "A sword spirit cannot stray too far from its sword."
"I know, but if the spiritual power is sufficient, the sword spirit won't travel too far."
Wei Changzai looked at him, then took out another sword belt and tied Kunwu behind his back.
"I will go to find someone. In the meantime, I will help you as much as I can until you are at the limit of your distance, then you can return to the sword."
"That's possible, but..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Kunwu Sword Spirit was escorted away by Wei Changzai with a shocked expression, landing directly in front of the secret sect members who were guarding him.
It looked up, its pure white eyes reflecting the palace gate and several highly skilled cultivators. If it had a heart, it would be pounding wildly at this moment.
The spirit of the Kunwu sword rose. All the previous sword masters were upright and honest people who had never done such a thing before. It carefully walked to the side, silently merged into the magic circle, and slowly leaned in to listen.
"How can I take Lin Feiran away...?"
It had only frowned at first, but when it heard the name Jinlan, its eyes widened in surprise.
Author's Note: [Heart emoji]
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