Chapter 292 A strange light flashed in Zhou Xuanru's eyes.
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The room fell silent for a moment. Outside, it was the dead of night, and the magic array emitted a faint glow. The interplay of light and shadow on Lin Feiran's face did not give off a gloomy feeling, but rather the illusion of dawn approaching.
Fu Yin looked over, his eyes darkening slightly.
He never imagined she would survive until now; this was the power of fate. It was regrettable that they were so busy searching for the item that they overlooked such a crucial oversight. If they could do it all over again…
He was thinking to himself when he saw Lin Feiran, who was sitting on the couch, suddenly stand up. Her tall figure blocked the light from the eaves lamp outside the window, and her black hair was slightly raised, casting a long shadow that immediately enveloped him.
His expression turned cold, his half-kneeling body tensed slightly, and the vermilion dot on his forehead became even darker.
He had been subjected to a soul-searching session by hailstones before, and the pain was still etched in his memory. Although he could bear it himself, how could he bear to see his sister cry?
Moreover, if it happened again, Fuxia might not be able to withstand it.
If she has other ruthless methods even more severe than soul-searching, he will have no choice but to fight to the death and wait for the next life!
As his thoughts raced, a thin layer of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
Yu Guangzhong, however, saw Ru Xian's relaxed expression. The man slightly raised his eyes to look at the girl who had stood up. There was no solemnity in his eyes, nor the coldness of an impending interrogation. There was only a kind of complete appreciation and affection.
Fu Yin turned to look, and saw that Lin Feiran had not taken out any magical artifacts from her body. She was just tidying up her somewhat disheveled clothes before stepping down from the long couch and sitting cross-legged in front of him.
Fu Yin stared at her intently, his hand slowly clenching. He thought that if, in just a moment, the cinnabar mark between his brows broke open, his life with Fu Xia would end here.
But there's still time to maneuver before anything happens.
"You also want to ask about the Lord of the Dao and Tantric Buddhism?" he asked slowly, glancing slightly behind him.
Ru Xian had no intention of interfering; he simply leaned against the couch, propping his chin up and looking in this direction, seemingly curious about how Lin Feiran would ask questions.
Lin Feiran replied, "I have many questions, not just about the Daoist Master and the Esoteric Sect."
As she spoke, her voice was devoid of any hostility, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy around her, indicating that she had no intention of making a move for the time being.
Fu Yin relaxed slightly, but before she could answer, Fu Xia seized the opportunity and spoke first.
"Pah! It doesn't matter how many of you ask. We will not say a word about the Dao Lord's affairs. Kill us or torture us, if you want. If my brother and I are afraid of death, we will gouge out our eyes and cook them into soup for you!"
As soon as the little girl appeared, her previously upright posture instantly softened, and she sat cross-legged like Lin Feiran, but with her arms crossed, her mouth pouting high, and her eyes full of defiance.
Lin Feiran sat quietly, unperturbed by her words. She looked at Fu Xia, her gaze shifting slightly, and suddenly said, "Of course you are not afraid of death, because you yourselves know that you will never die."
Fu Xia paused, glared at her angrily, but quickly stopped talking, only saying, "Ridiculous!"
Ru Xian, however, became interested and slightly rose to look, making a small sound.
You should have known long ago that Lin Feiran shouldn't have appeared at that grand banquet, but you recognized me the moment you saw me.
"I have never seen you before, which means you must have seen me before."
Fu Xia chuckled without saying a word, as if she were listening to a joke. But the next moment, Fu Yin switched places with her, and her previously scornful expression immediately became quiet, like a cold pool that remained unmoved by the wind.
Instead of answering, he asked, "Is this what you wanted to say?"
Lin Feiran did not reply, nor was she disrupted by him. She followed her master's example, raised her hand, and used her spiritual power to draw shapes, roughly depicting the scene of the grand banquet. Although the faces were not exquisite, it was still possible to distinguish who was who.
Ru Xian simply sat up straight, looked over her shoulder, and after seeing herself sitting in a high position, sighed with slight satisfaction.
"My memory is pretty good, and the events of that day are still very vivid in my mind."
Lin Feiran moved her fingertips slightly, and the figures she sketched began to move.
"You came to this banquet to help the young master of the Wolf Clan assassinate the Demon Lord and seize a high position. As for whether the assassination succeeds or not, you don't care, because you have already agreed that after helping this time, the Wolf Clan and the Secret Sect will form an alliance."
Therefore, on the day King Qingping attacks the city, the wolf clan will provide their full assistance.
Fu Yin's gaze turned cold as he looked at the beams of light. However, in the next moment, the wolf's head that had been drawn was shattered.
"You just didn't expect that you would accidentally meet me that day, which is what you call the variable."
Princess Mingyue has become Lin Feiran, and someone who shouldn't be here has appeared.
You were naturally quite surprised, which is why you suddenly attacked me amidst the chaos.
Lin Feiran looked at him quietly, her fingertips constantly rubbing together. The alliance she mentioned earlier could be deduced from the cause and effect, and there was no mistake. But what she said later was just her unproven guess.
She had been pondering why Fu Yin had suddenly attacked her that day, and only now, knowing the unexpected turn of events, was she finally certain that he must know her.
She was virtually unknown before, only having the title of Wei Changzai's fiancée, which was not known to everyone. For Fuyin, who had been living in the demon realm for many years, the possibility of him knowing her was extremely slim.
But if he not only recognized her, but could even spot her at a glance despite her heavy makeup, then he must be extremely familiar with her.
Then she saw the Iron Khitan Book and its writing. With all these coincidences connected, an absurd conjecture arose in her mind.
"That day, I clearly heard you say that I was an anomaly, and Bi Sheng had said the same thing before."
If I'm not mistaken, for you Nine Swords, eliminating the world's outcasts is your primary duty, isn't it?
The scene of converging spiritual light paused, freezing at the moment when Fu Yin and she were fighting with swords.
Fu Yin looked in that direction, her gaze flashing almost uncontrollably.
If the person confronting Lin Feiran here today were Ao Xue, Qi Chen, the annoying Zhuo Jue, or even the always silent Ban Shan, perhaps none of them would have reacted like him.
Among the nine swords, his cultivation level was the lowest. Although his composure was not bad, it paled in comparison to Lin Feiran's.
His eyelashes had blinked involuntarily just now, and he knew in his heart that he had let something slip to her.
Thinking of this, he suddenly closed his eyes, remaining silent and no longer reacting.
Lin Feiran stood up, his very rhythmic footsteps echoing around him, making everyone feel uneasy. Fu Xia wanted to come out and yell a few words, but he immediately pushed him back down to prevent him from revealing any more flaws.
He wondered, should he die at this moment?
Lin Feiran scrutinized him, not missing a single change. At this moment, she was almost certain that her guess was correct.
She continued speaking, perhaps asking herself a question, or perhaps explaining to Ru Xian.
"If eliminating outliers is your primary responsibility, then how do you identify them?"
I arrived at the banquet long ago, but you didn't react until you saw my face and then suddenly realized what was happening and immediately started attacking me.
Fu Yin had already closed his eyes and showed no reaction whatsoever.
At this moment, Lin Feiran stopped and stood beside Fu Yin, his dark robe looming close, like a thick shadow.
Even with his eyes closed, Fu Yin still felt a darkness before his eyes, and he frowned uneasyly.
He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die at this moment. His breakthrough was imminent. If he had just a little more time, he would be able to enter the Free and Unfettered Realm. At that time, Fuxia would be able to leave his body and choose a physical body to live in.
But if Lin Feiran were to live on, she might uncover even more...
While hesitating, Lin Feiran suddenly spoke up and changed the subject.
Her gaze shifted to the shadows of the two on the ground, and she said, "I know a method of separating souls that can separate you two. After you have nurtured your sister's soul, she can be revived through a physical body."
Fu Yin sneered and said, "You think you're the only one who reads a lot? I've already searched through all the laws of the world and found one. As long as I break through to the Free and Unfettered Realm and cultivate the body of a great cultivator, she will naturally live."
"But I know a way that you can do right now."
If Ru Xian had said these words, they would have had a seductive quality. Lin Feiran's tone was normal, even confident, and did not sound persuasive. But a moment later, Fu Yin opened her eyes and looked coldly ahead.
After taking a deep breath, he looked up to the side and met Lin Feiran's gaze.
"What method?"
Lin Feiran walked away from him, sat down opposite him again, and shrugged, saying, "Answer my question, and I'll tell you."
Fu Yin laughed again, but it was a mocking laugh: "If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know if it'll work?"
The two sides already distrusted each other, and he thought there would be more to come, but Lin Feiran reached out her hand to him, leaving a bloody mark on her palm and a magic seal.
"I can swear to you that if the method fails, my resolve will be destroyed."
For any cultivator, this is an extremely important promise, one that would not be made lightly. Fu Yin stared at her for a long time, his gaze obscure and shifting repeatedly. His hands, resting on his knees, were clenched tightly, yet he did not lift them.
Lin Feiran didn't withdraw her hand, only saying, "You've been gone for so long, why hasn't anyone looked for you?"
Fu Yin looked up, her expression suddenly changing. Fu Xia took over her body and said in a crisp voice.
"You look honest, but you're actually cunning!"
You're trying to sow discord between us and Lord Bi Sheng again!
Before she could finish speaking, her expression changed again, returning to Fu Yin's somber face. He looked at Lin Feiran, the vermilion mark between his brows flashing with an unusual light.
Lin Feiran understood: "You've protected your sister very well. There are some things she doesn't understand, but I'm sure you know them all."
The image drawn by the inspiration began to change, and as they converged, they solidified into a chessboard between the two of them. The chess pieces were scattered on the board, but one of them rolled off the board.
Lin Feiran said, "Bi Sheng may not be heartless towards you. She may also know about your predicament, but there are priorities, right?"
Fu Yin's eyes flickered slightly.
She picked up the chess piece and placed it back on the board.
“You already knew that my appearance in the demon realm was unusual. Although you sent people here, you did not do your best because at that time, finding the spiritual veins of heaven and earth was much more important to you than me.”
It's like how you abandoned the wolf clan at the grand banquet, only to turn around and turn your sword against me.
For Bi Sheng, everything has its priorities. Right now, you are on the less important side, but she has more important things to do.
Upon hearing this, Ru Xian sat up completely, a strange light flashing in his eyes. This was the first time he had seen Lin Feiran like this.
Weighing the pros and cons, guiding patiently, and engaging in silent negotiation.
Moreover, everything she said was true. Despite being pressed step by step, she did not fabricate any threats, which showed a childlike integrity.
Lin Feiran was unaware of the gaze directed at her. She placed the chess piece in the center, at the Tianyuan position.
"But I think that for you, your younger sister will always be the more important one, right?"
She was taking a gamble by taking this step. Fu Yin and his sister were arguably the most loyal among the Nine Swords. Even when they were subjected to the Soul Search by the hailstones, they never revealed a single word. But that didn't mean there was no way to break through.
Lin Feiran lowered his eyes: "Whether she wants to have her own body soon or not, you, as her brother, should know better than anyone else."
Fuyin clenched her fists even tighter.
Lin Feiran continued, "Since you are in the mustard seed bag, you should not know about the outside world. Yesterday, Zhang Chunhe already talked about the nine generations of master and disciple, and finally disappeared in the incantation."
You can decide for yourself. If you can tell me, then tell me; if you can't, I won't press you.
Fu Yin suddenly looked up at her, and exclaimed in surprise, "He..."
His face was filled with horror, perhaps because he had seen such a scene before and was now recalling it. Thin beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and dripped onto the back of his hand, bursting open with a snap.
Lin Feiran said, "Everyone has their own pursuits. He has already obtained what he wanted, so he chose to die. You haven't obtained it yet, and I won't force you to be like him."
After this round of struggle, Fu Yin was defeated. His clenched hands finally loosened, and his body was no longer straight. He relaxed his shoulders, and his voice was no longer as cold and sharp as before. He just whispered.
"What do you want to ask? If you want to ask the Lord, I really don't know too much."
Lin Feiran replied, "You can't possibly know his true background, so I won't ask. I just want you to help me unravel a few mysteries that I haven't been able to figure out."
Fu Yin raised her head and said, "I want to know, you clearly noticed something was wrong with me during the grand banquet, but the cult's actions didn't happen until much later. What were you thinking or what were you hesitant about during that time?"
Fu Yin chuckled, his gaze falling on her outstretched palm. He then raised his hand to strike it, beginning to form a hand seal, and the vow was quickly completed.
He then spoke: "You guessed right. As members of the Nine Swords, our most important task has always been to eliminate any anomalies we discover. As for other matters of the Secret Sect, Bi Sheng has always given the orders, and we only need to carry them out."
He looked at Lin Feiran and said, "The reason behind this is not as complicated as you think. Now that I think about it, if that incident hadn't happened back then, and I had reported your situation to the Holy Maiden earlier, none of the subsequent events would have occurred, and you wouldn't have had the opportunity to gain a foothold in the Demon Realm."
Lin Feiran had many guesses about this, but never considered any other reason: "What is it?"
Fu Yin took a deep breath, a hint of doubt appearing on his face, and asked.
"You should know who Zhuojue is; you've fought him before."
When I was pierced through the brow by the Demon Lord's spear, which injured my soul, Fu Xia was worried that I would never wake up again, so she rushed back to Jinling Ferry to ask the Dao Lord for help. On the way, she met Zhuo Jue.
Fu Xia was too panicked and naive. He coaxed me with a few words and I chose to stay and wake me up first.
During those peaceful days you were living, I was actually recuperating.
Upon waking, I sensed something extraordinary about him, so I quickly took my leave and told the saintess about your situation.
At this point, he looked at Lin Feiran with a probing gaze: "You know Zhuo Jue?"
Lin Feiran remained expressionless and shook his head: "Among your Nine Swords, I only know one Qi Chen, and that's only because he was hiding his identity and infiltrating the Demon Capital."
Upon hearing Qi Chen's name, Fu Yin scoffed, "He and Zhuo Jue are both eccentrics. They never leave their homes and both like to hide in their rooms carving wooden puppets. They're birds of a feather."
Lin Feiran's expression remained unchanged.
Fu Yin then withdrew her gaze and continued, "I don't know why Zhuo Jue did this, but he did stop me. During the time I was recuperating my soul, the Holy Maiden suddenly received news of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth."
We have been searching for it for far too long, longer than you can imagine.
Compared to this, your matter is naturally insignificant.
"This is such a good time. If I hadn't been injured by the Demon Lord and if Fuxia hadn't been deceived by Zhuojue, I could have returned to Jinling Ferry the next day..."
His tone was flat, and as he spoke, he turned his head to look at Ru Xian, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them.
"I think he wasn't that attentive to you when you first arrived in the Demon Capital."
A human who was forced upon us, if he dies, he's dead. Why would he even glance at him?
Without his initial protection, you will be found dead in the Demon Capital on the third day after I arrive at Jinling Ferry.
Looking back now, it was all interconnected; if there had been even the slightest mistake, Lin Feiran wouldn't be alive today.
Upon hearing his words, Ru Xian chuckled and shook her head, but did not intervene in their conversation. Since she had handed the person over to Lin Feiran, she would not ask any further questions.
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes obscuring her vision, and Fu Yin could not discern what she was thinking.
She asked, "Is this kind of excellence common where you are?"
"You should be able to tell that if it weren't for the Holy Maiden's intervention, the Nine Swords would rarely have any contact in private. We've been together for so long that we've long since grown tired of each other."
Fu Yin looked her over, only able to see her fingertips beginning to rub together, and continued.
"Zhuojue and Qichen are the same; they don't often stay in the main hall. One of them spends all day with his mortal wife and avoids any esoteric sects. The other is nowhere to be found and appears and disappears like a ghost."
However, seeing how much they appreciated each other, Aoxue and I both guessed that he might also have a wife he didn't know about.
Lin Feiran did not answer, but dismissed the almost fabricated words in his mind. They were nonsense; he was just trying to befriend someone.
After a moment, she looked up again, no longer dwelling on his question, and asked the next one: "So, what exactly are your achievements for?"
Fu Yin looked at her, her gaze, which had just relaxed, shifting slightly, and said only, "This question has crossed the line."
Author's Note: [Heart emoji]
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