"Me?" Wang Xi wished she could crawl into the mirror, but no matter how she looked at herself, she looked exactly the same as before.
"How could I not be human! This demon-revealing mirror was taken from the treasury of my Qianyan Kingdom."
The little girl muttered defiantly, "Do you know who I am? I am the princess of Qianyan, how can I not be human!"
"Qian, Qianyan?" Upon hearing these two words, the woman peeked out through the crack in the door again.
The child inside the house burst into tears, crying, "Mother! Qianyan! I'm scared! I'm scared!"
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" The woman patted her child's back, her voice trembling with tears. "Don't be afraid, Mother will protect you. It'll be alright, it'll be alright!"
"They're not human! Qianyan was destroyed long ago!" the child sobbed, gasping for breath. "Waaah, they're back, aren't they? Mother, aren't they?"
The destruction of a nation?
Liang Si never expected to receive such an answer.
Master is now over 280 years old, and his help to the Qianyan Clan is something that has happened in the last 300 years. The mother and son in this house first said that Wang Xi was not human, and now they say that the Qianyan Clan has been wiped out long ago.
If Qianyan's clan was truly wiped out, and Wang Xi is not human, how could he possibly deceive the stone in front of the illusion and go to the illusion to undergo the trial?
Even if she can fool the illusion, can she still deceive these senior disciples on the mountain?
Wang Xi was also pondering the same question that Liang Si was thinking about. She had lost her usual cheerfulness and seemed to be carrying a burden. She sat listlessly on the doorstep.
I don't know how much time passed, but a gust of wind blew by, and the leaves in the yard fluttered, just like the coldness of people's hearts.
Wang Xi stared intently at the leaves, reaching out as if to grasp something. Her puzzled expression revealed her confusion. "Senior brother...did you bring the demon-revealing mirror?"
The Qianyan Imperial Palace contains many treasures, including many different kinds of mirrors.
The Demon-Revealing Mirror was a gift from her father when they parted. He said that the journey to the Xuan Yun Sect was long and he was afraid that she would encounter some wicked people on the way. He said that she could use this mirror to see into people's hearts.
There was also a mind-reading mirror, something she had always longed for but never obtained.
"I didn't bring it." Wanzhang Peak doesn't have such a thing; if they did, it would most likely be stored at Uncle Ai's Lingxiao Peak.
"Oh!" She slowly got up, walked to the door, and knocked. "Auntie, how long has it been since the fall of Qianyan?"
Seeing that she meant no harm, the woman in the house said tremblingly, "Fifty, more than fifty years."
"So, how do you see me?"
"You, you are the ghost sitting in the sedan chair."
"A sedan chair?" Wang Xi felt very tired, so she sat down on the spot by the door. "I hate riding in a sedan chair the most."
She remembered that she was always assassinated every time she rode in a sedan chair. Her life and death seemed to be in the hands of the sedan chair bearers. Over time, she preferred to take walks.
However, the effect was still not good, and she was still easy to kill, which forced her to practice swordsmanship, and her swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.
Until one day, her father found her and her brother and said that several peak masters of the Xuan Yun Sect were recruiting closed-door disciples, and that the benefactor of the Qian Yan Clan would also select outstanding people as closed-door disciples.
Originally, it was her elder brother who was supposed to go, but he had the throne to inherit, while she was more eager to see the legendary immortal. So, with her brother's tacit approval, she took the token and went out.
These events happened less than a year ago, so how could the Qianyan clan have been wiped out for over fifty years?
Father, elder brother, they passed away fifty years ago.
And she was sitting in a sedan chair?
Wang Xi scratched her head, trying her best to think but still couldn't come up with anything extra: "Senior brother, am I... am I dead? But... but why is what I remember different from what she said? How could Qianyan Kingdom be destroyed?"
“Fifty years ago, a great fire…” the woman in the house said, her voice trembling.
Perhaps it was because the person in front of her looked the same as the person sitting in the sedan chair, but the difference was too great, and since he didn't attack her, the woman became a little bolder.
"That fire brought a great storm, and from then on, the capital of Qianyan was buried in sand and dust. From then on, there was no more Qianyan Kingdom in the world."
"Mother, Mother, hold me tight, I'm scared." The child inside cried, gasping for breath, "I'm really scared."
"And then what?"
Liang Si didn't look at Wang Xi with prejudice. This girl was personally handed over to him by his master. During this time, she had endured wind and rain, and even when she slept, she had never left his sight.
He's now a sixth-rank cultivator, which means he could graduate from the Xuan Yun Sect; he could easily become the sect leader of any sect down the mountain; and in the eyes of these commoners, he deserves to be called an immortal.
Furthermore, the demons in his heart have always been well controlled. For this reason, it is even less likely that a trick could happen under his nose without his knowledge.
"After that, every year when the sandstorms started, people would see the Prince of Qianyan lingering around the old capital city, as if waiting for something."
"What was the girl in the sedan chair that Auntie was talking about earlier?"
"I... I heard it from the old folks too."
Four people, separated by a door, chatted idly.
"It is said that the woman was the emperor's beloved little princess. The emperor collected rare and precious treasures from all over the world just to make his daughter smile. In the end, the princess smiled, but at night she went mad and set a fire."
Yes, it was the evil spirit from that fire that brought the sandstorm. Every year, when the dust storm rises, men, men who are away from home, disappear.
Liang Si seemed to be deep in thought.
There was no man's voice in the house; no matter how loudly the child cried, it was only the woman who was comforting him. In a situation like this, if there were a head of the household, he would have stepped forward long ago.
"Where is your home located?"
"Two years ago, that princess brought me into the Thousand Yan Imperial City." The woman coughed a few times, her resentment deepening, tinged with an ambiguous resolve, "If you... if you go any further, you absolutely mustn't say you're from the Thousand Yan royal family, otherwise... otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
The child cried even louder, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, don't bite yourself! Mommy, wake up!"
Wang Xi wanted to open the door, but Liang Si felt it was inappropriate.
The house is big enough. If only the mother and son live there, how can the fruits and vegetables in the manor grow so lushly?
When Liang Si had nothing to do on Lingxiao Peak, she would help take care of the flowers and plants. This was thanks to the fact that Xuanyun Sect itself was a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. However, this place was the only one with human habitation within a few miles.
A mother with a little boy must put in so much effort to manage everything in this yard, and even then, she still has to rely on the blessings of God.
“My grandmother was once a sorceress in Qianyan, so my mother can see your true forms.” The little boy sniffed. “Go away! Don’t come back.”
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