Chapter 39 Sleepless Tonight: Is there really such a coincidence?!
Upon hearing Taihui's words, the disciple hurriedly rushed to the Tianyuan Hall, while the others remained unconvinced, convinced that Taihui was covering for someone else.
Pao Tang glanced at the Daohe Palace disciples and sneered, "I will remember the humiliation I caused last night. It is despicable that you all shifted the blame onto an unknown disciple. I will tell Master everything about today's events without missing a word and ask her to make the final decision!"
Seeing her leave with her entourage, Taihui sighed deeply, then hurriedly ordered someone to stop a Langhuan Sect disciple with a gloomy expression: "Gentlemen, I hope you will come and see the poison that has afflicted my disciple..."
Before he could finish speaking, a disciple of the Langhuan Sect immediately interrupted, "Since last night's events had nothing to do with your disciples, the poison they received must not have been administered by us. Elder, please find someone else!"
Although the Confucian scholars of the Imperial Academy were angry, they did not confront Tai Hui. They simply said with a troubled expression, "A gentleman is upright and should take responsibility for his actions. There is no reason to frame someone. We originally thought that Daohe Palace was the head of all sects... Well then, Elder, please go ahead with your business. We will not bother you any longer."
Everyone left, and Taihui was powerless to stop them, nor did he know where to begin. He wiped his face, his eyes numb, and said, "Let's deal with what's in front of us first, then go to the temple."
There is no snow today, and the sky is clear and blue.
The Golden Platform stood tall in the bright sunlight, surrounded by the shadows of swords. Two young men were engaged in a magical duel, which should have been an exciting moment, but at this time it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
On the high platform, amidst the shadows of swords, two figures, one standing and one kneeling, gushed forth a long trail of crimson blood, still warm. At the end of the blood-red trail lay a severed arm wrapped in a long sleeve.
"Well, do you admit defeat or not?" Pei Yu paced beside him, sword in hand, speaking to him while his eyes darted around.
She looked at each person carefully, and couldn't help but wonder if, beneath the skin of one of the disciples, lay the face she hated most.
No, she doesn't even need to see their face. Just one glance, one look, and she can recognize them!
After a few breaths of silence, someone said in a loud voice: "Pei Yu, duels are always stopped when the point is reached. How could you be so ruthless as to sever my senior brother's arm? How will he practice swordsmanship in the future!"
Pei Yu turned around and suddenly laughed, "It's broken, so what? If you're not convinced, you can come up to the Golden Platform and seek justice for your senior brother. If you beat me, I'll give you both my arms, let alone an arm. But do you dare to come up here?"
The disciples below the stage fell silent.
When cultivators from different sects agree to a duel, there will be winners and losers. As long as lives are not lost, broken legs and ears are common occurrences. However, that is the way of fighting among independent cultivators and small sects. When there are too many monks and not enough porridge, they have no choice but to fight to the death.
For powerful sects and aristocratic families, due to their strong foundation, they tend to fight more elegantly, showing each other respect and rarely engaging in bloodshed.
Pei Yu, who ranks third on the Qingyun List, is a figure whose temperament is only known to a few. Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman harbors a cruel heart?
Although the crowd was indignant, her actions were within the rules. After all, it was that disciple who was less skilled. What could they do besides verbally condemn her?
Pei Yu looked at the disciple again, slowly raising his sword: "Under my sword, Pei Yu, I only leave those who admit defeat."
The disciple with the missing arm was ashen-faced and his lips were completely devoid of color. He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely and dared not show any more strength: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
Pei Yu smiled, raised his hand and splashed all the hot blood from the sword before sheathing it.
There weren't many disciples participating in the Immortal Tournament this time. The duels were mostly completed yesterday, and today's battle can be said to be to determine the top three who will advance to the Sword Realm.
But since this morning, the selection process has stalled at Pei Yu's hands.
She didn't think the second and third were qualified to enter the Sword Realm, but no one agreed with her, so she wanted to use her own methods to block them.
When Taihui arrived, he was met with this astonishing scene: the one-armed disciple was carried past him, and the crowd fell silent. No one else went up to the Golden Platform. The disciples from various sects had different expressions, some displeased, some frowning. Apart from the disciples of Daohe Palace, not one of them had a friendly look on their face.
commit a sin!
He really shouldn't have taken on so much responsibility for the Youxian Society in order to gain merit, and prevented the other elders from getting involved. Otherwise, things wouldn't be like this today!
"Pei Yu, stop fooling around!"
He shouted, and the scene immediately became noisy.
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"So this is the sect you belong to? The cultivation techniques are not bad, but the people are lacking." A slightly scattered voice came from the bottom of my heart, and the comment was quite pertinent.
“Indeed.” Lin Feiran nodded in strong agreement.
At this moment, she was squatting on a tree, looking at the Golden Platform not far away. Someone was setting up a stage to perform, and she naturally didn't want to miss it.
Swimming beside her ear was a black fish about the size of a palm, round and plump, its tail resembling the ink marks of a dry brush. This was the Yin-Yang fish she had obtained through her pact with Ru Xian, allowing them to communicate with each other. Ru Xian could also see the world through its eyes.
He had seen everything Lin Feiran had done these past few days clearly through the black fish's eyes. This perspective was quite magical, like watching a short play, and he hadn't been sleeping much these past few days.
"It's been so long since I've seen snow," Ru Xian said, lying on the tatami mat, gazing at the snowy scene with a wistful sigh.
The city of Yaodu is spring-like all year round, and he had not left the city gates for many years. Now that he saw it again, he felt as if he had been in another world.
Lin Feiran casually asked a question that had been lingering in his mind: "Lord, why have you not left the city for so many years? Is there an enemy outside the Demon Capital?"
He replied in a cool voice, "Because I'm lazy and don't like going out, who dares to be my enemy?"
Lin Feiran didn't believe it, but didn't press the matter. Then, thinking of something, she suddenly laughed and said, "My lord, I feel like you are a princess trapped in a high tower. The tower is filled with jade and gold and silver, but you can't go out. You can only release messenger birds to comfort your loneliness."
As Ru Xian leaned against the chaise lounge, teasing the white fish in her palm, she said in a slightly drawn-out tone, "What did that messenger bird show the princess? Was it just snow?"
Lin Feiran retorted, "Who said that?"
She pinched the fish tail and spun it all over: "The sky of the human realm, the starry night of the human realm, and last night, you said you wanted to see the unique starry snowflakes of Daohe Palace. I got out of bed in the middle of the night, grabbed my trinkets, and went to the edge of the cliff. It took me a long time to find them. Don't these count?"
To her surprise, there was silence on the other end after she said that. She called out to Ru Xian a few more times in her mind before Ru Xian finally spoke.
"You are very obedient."
Lin Feiran was speechless with anger.
Just as she was about to stuff the black fish ball back into her eyes, she heard him say again: "Have you always been like this? Xuanzhen really treated you as a friend, and confided a few words of trouble to you. So you gave away the booklet that you had treasured for many years. I have a bond with you, and you think that I can't go out and see the world. You even get up in the middle of the night to search for stars and snowflakes all over the mountain."
Sometimes, repaying kindness with kindness is not a good thing.
Now it was Lin Feiran's turn to remain silent.
Distracted by the frantic looks on Taihui and the others' faces, and noticing Pei Yu's searching gaze, she instinctively hid behind a tree trunk.
Ru Xian remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "This actress is quite interesting. Do you have a grudge against her?"
Lin Feiran turned her gaze and saw the little black fish blowing bubbles in the air. She had made up her mind not to reply, but she was particularly sensitive to the word "actress." She wanted to ask but didn't want to, so her tone became somewhat stiff: "Why do you call her an actress?"
Ru Xian listened to her tone, her eyes crinkling into a silent smile, before replying after a moment: "Those in a play are naturally the main characters. You are the lead, and the rest are supporting roles. I've been watching this play called 'The Little Hero's Clever Capture of Sanqing Mountain' for a few days now, and it's been performed quite well."
“…Little hero?” Lin Feiran’s three words were pronounced with eight different tones.
Ru Xian said meaningfully, "Yes. I almost forgot, some people have bad memories and don't remember when they insisted on having someone say those three words."
A wave of shame washed over Lin Feiran, and she could no longer care about her previous emotions. She raised her hand and pinched the black fish, saying incredulously, "How come I don't remember being this shameless when I was a child?"
"Forgetting is a good thing." The black fish, which was being held, struggled desperately, but that did not prevent her from hearing Ru Xian's thoughts, "Given your current temperament, I'm afraid you'll want to crawl into a hole if you remember."
Lin Feiran's expression changed several times, and finally, in a fit of despair, he turned back. Anyway, he didn't remember, so let him say what he wanted!
The black fish flicked its tail and straightened its body. Through its eyes, Ruxie saw that the girl's ears were slightly red, and she was squatting on a tree branch, subconsciously tugging at a banyan leaf, looking as if she felt ashamed but dared not think too much about it.
"Young hero, another fight has broken out on the field. Aren't you going to uphold justice? You should leave quietly after the deed is done, keeping your merits and fame hidden."
This is exactly what she would say when she was a child.
Lin Feiran closed her eyes resignedly, a wave of shame and indignation washing over her usually calm expression. If this was how her past with him was, she would rather have amnesia forever!
Just as Lin Feiran was being tormented by shame, the matter of Dianjintai had already been settled.
As expected, Zhang Chunhe did not emerge from seclusion. Instead, he gave his disciple a talisman to invite Elder Nong Yue to come and treat the injured man. If the severed arm could not be moved back, Daohe Palace would take full responsibility. As for Pei Yu, he would be confined for a month to reflect on his mistakes after this Immortal Tour.
These words were met with boos, but the injured person was a disciple of the Liao clan of Beiyuan. Compared to Daohe Palace, the Liao clan was like an ant compared to an elephant. To attack them would be like an ant trying to shake a tree, unless a major sect was willing to stand up for them.
However, Pei Yu had neither violated any rules nor suffered any loss of life, so even if the others wanted to criticize him, they would have no legitimate grounds.
Lin Feiran had anticipated this outcome, and when she saw the Taiji Immortal Sect disciples go on stage to demand justice, she leaped away.
"Not going to watch the play?" Ru Xian asked.
Lin Feiran replied, "I'm not watching anymore. She's making such a scene just to lure me into taking action. I won't fall for it."
A person and a fish darted through the mountains and forests, but suddenly she stopped and looked to the side. Among the pine trees, a figure was practicing swordsmanship. That person was Qiu Tong.
This is the second time, Lin Feiran thought. This is the second time she has seen Qiu Tong since she returned to the mountain.
Without a doubt, "Qing Qing Zhi Wo Yi" is a sweet romance novel centered on Qiu Tong. The female protagonist in a sweet romance novel does not suffer too much physical or mental hardship, and even if she does, it is only minor.
In Qiu Tong's previously smooth-sailing life, the first physical ordeal she encountered was with Pei Yu.
At the Immortal Tour, Qiu Tong drew Pei Yu as her opponent. At that time, she had just escaped from the Demon Realm and was fearless. She was not afraid to fight Pei Yu.
However, she neglected her cultivation in her daily life. During the competition, she not only defeated Pei Yu, but also had seven bones broken by him. In the critical moment, Wei Chang saved her by breaking through the sword shadows. The two spent time together every day during the subsequent healing process, and their feelings for each other grew stronger.
But that was probably a shadow over Qiu Tong's entire life.
Seeing her practice swordsmanship, and remembering Wei Changzai's seclusion, Lin Feiran couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.
She originally thought that although the pilgrimage ceremony had changed, it was not important, because in the original book it was just a small side story, designed to give Wei Changzai and Qiu Tong a pair of love swords, so even if it was cut, it would not have much of an impact.
However, the battle between Youxianhui and Pei Yu is not simple. It is the beginning of the warming of their relationship. But now Wei Changzai has gone into seclusion for no reason, and Qiu Tong is practicing swordsmanship alone. The plot has changed drastically. What will happen next?
Unable to understand what happened next, and even less understanding why Wei Chang was in seclusion, Lin Feiran suddenly had a thought: since the plot had changed, did that mean that the first sword could be pried open?
As Lin Feiran's mind wavered slightly, he looked again and saw Qiu Tong panting as she wielded her sword, her face filled with unconcealed sorrow.
"She's not suited for swordsmanship; she'd be better off practicing magic. Besides, she's a demon." Ru Xian saw through her immediately and said meaningfully, "Since when has Daohe Palace been able to accept demons as disciples?"
Suddenly, Lin Feiran had a flash of inspiration and immediately asked, "Lord, apart from the difference in their Dharma forms, there is actually no difference between the demon race and the human race. How did you recognize her identity at a glance?"
As Xian explained, "The reason why the secret techniques of the demon race are secret techniques is because of their different bloodlines, which is why other races cannot learn them. There are differences even among demons, let alone among humans. Those with high cultivation levels can see the difference at a glance."
Lin Feiran then asked, "Can someone who has reached the half-step Divine Travel realm be considered to be among the most profound in terms of cultivation?"
Ru Shan said in a cool voice, "I am a Divine Travel Realm cultivator. Do you have a problem with the Divine Travel Realm?"
"No." Lin Feiran said calmly, but her heart skipped a beat.
If Zhang Chunhe had met Qiu Tong, he would surely have been able to discern her demon race identity. So why has there been no rumor or news about her until now?
Is it because they don't care, are indifferent, or is there some other reason?
She looked at Qiu Tong again, and for some reason, she felt that Qiu Tong was also very strange. Why did she tell her about taking the sword bone in the first place?
Lin Feiran was so shaken by the bone-removing incident that he fell into a nightmare and had no time to think about it. Later, he fled to the demon realm and had to focus on cultivating his spiritual veins and sword bones, leaving him with no time for anything else.
In the process of coming and going, I overlooked many details. Only when I returned to Sanqing Mountain did I suddenly realize that something was wrong.
Zhang Chunhe is eccentric and his thoughts are hard to guess, but Qiu Tong is different. She is a normal person. The reason she told her about the bone extraction and asked her to leave Sanqing Mountain was simply because she already knew about it.
But how did she find out?
While she was pondering this, Qiu Tong suddenly stopped practicing her sword. She looked around, secretly walked behind a windbreak stone, wiped her sweat, took something out of her bosom, and drew on it with her finger.
Lin Feiran looked up and her pupils shrank instantly. In her hand was a piece of mutton-fat white jade about the width of a palm, with several crimson lines drawn across it.
This piece of white jade is exactly the same as the Echo Jade Token that she found in Mingyue's dowry. She actually has one too!
Lin Feiran suddenly thought of the person who called her "Your Highness" repeatedly in the jade token.
Is there really such a coincidence in the world?!
Author's Note: See Chapter 30 for details on the Echo Jade Token. Every seemingly useless plot point in this story will have a useless callback (not really).
Like hailstones now: Little hero
Lin Feiran: (Grief-stricken, unable to recall)
From then on, like hailstones: My hero...
Lin Feiran: Your kiss was way too exaggerated!
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