Chapter 58 The Disappearance of Bei Mingyuan
"Is it snowing?"
Snowflakes drifted down, adorning the pristine white landscape.
Mo Beili stood under the eaves, looking at the snow falling in the courtyard, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"Isn't it only late autumn? How come it's already snowing?"
"Cough, cough."
A few soft coughs came from inside the room, pulling her back to reality.
She turned around and pushed open the door.
Behind the beaded curtain, the boy sat leaning against the window, snowflakes falling on his shoulders.
He looked listless, his eyes filled with weariness, and wisps of hair fell across his forehead, slightly obscuring his eyebrows and eyes.
Mo Beili frowned, walked over and closed the window beside him.
She reached out and gently stroked his shoulder, wiping away the snowflakes.
Ying Shixue sat quietly, looking down at her fair profile.
Mo Beili noticed his gaze, looked up with some displeasure, and her eyes met his beautiful eyes.
The room was completely silent. She seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat—was it hers, or his?
Ying Shixue raised her hand, her slender fingertips brushing through her hair, picking up the snowflakes that had fallen there.
The cold snow melted on his fingertips, but he felt a little hot.
He watched the girl's eyelashes tremble nervously, his breath filled with her scent.
Too close...
Mo Beili tried to step back, but Ying Shixue grabbed her wrist, and the heat from her wrist startled her.
Something was wrong with him.
Mo Beili tried to ignore the strange atmosphere in the air and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm hungry." He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the piece of white jade he held in his hand.
"Hungry?" Mo Beili asked curiously. "Aren't you a demon? You get hungry too?"
As she was speaking, she suddenly felt a warm breath on her fingertips.
She looked down and saw that he had somehow brought her hand to his mouth.
His scent fell onto her fingertips.
She heard the boy's indistinct voice, "Xiao Bei, it smells good."
Mo Beili: ?
"You're not going to eat people, are you?"
Ying Shixue raised his eyes slightly, a blank look in them, as if he was thinking about her words. Finally, he spoke, "I don't eat people."
Soft, wispy hairs fell across his forehead, making him appear somewhat docile.
Mo Beili smiled and said, "Then let go first, I'll go find you something to eat."
Food?
Ying Shixue reacted slowly for a moment before seeing the hand in front of her again.
Mo Beili was waiting for him to let go when, in the next moment, she felt a damp, muddy sensation on her fingertips.
She looked down in disbelief at the finger the boy had put in his mouth, feeling as if she had been electrocuted.
"You still say you don't eat people!"
Ying Shixue blinked, her teeth rubbing against her fingertips, and finally, with a slight force, she left a wound on her fingertips.
Fresh blood seeped out, only to be gently licked clean by the tip of his tongue.
Mo Beili: ...
"Are you born in the Year of the Dog?"
The boy didn't care about her teasing at all; he squinted, his eyes full of pleasure.
...
The sudden snow covered the entire world, and the cultivators guarding the boundary of the barrier looked up at the swirling white snow.
Snowflakes fell, covering the blood-soaked corpses everywhere, turning everything into a silver-white wonderland. As far as the eye could see, there was only pure white.
Why is the snow falling so early this year?
“Isn’t that right?” one of the monks exhaled, “What’s even stranger is that this snow actually makes me feel cold.”
“Right, right?” another person quickly replied, “It’s been so long since I’ve felt cold. This weather is so weird.”
"Could it be the work of the demons?"
"Don't think about it. It's more important to guard the barrier. I don't know if these demons have gone mad. They attack every three days and there's a demon tide every five days. Don't they get tired?"
"..."
Snowflakes were falling heavily in the Endless Sect Valley.
Jiang Wanyi wrapped her clothes tighter around herself, also finding it strange, "Doesn't our sect have a barrier set up by our master? Why is it snowing?"
Song Anran handed her the hot tea in her hand, "This weather is really strange, even we cultivators feel cold."
Jiang Wanyi glanced around and asked, "Do you think this could be related to the demon race?"
Song Anran knew her better than anyone else; as soon as he heard her say that, he knew what she was thinking.
"Senior sister, Master will not agree."
"Shh." Jiang Wan put her index finger to her lips. "Let's sneak away while Master isn't feeling well lately. He won't know."
Song Anran still wanted to stop her.
Jiang Wanyi snorted lightly, "Stop pretending. I know you too well. You've probably been thinking about going to the border for a long time."
Song Anran swallowed the words that were about to come out. That's the downside of having a senior sister he grew up with; she can guess what he's thinking in no time.
He sighed softly, "Then we..."
"Let's go now!" Jiang Wanyi's voice overlapped with his.
The two of them left the sect without even packing anything.
You can still hear two people's voices from afar.
Did you bring all your things?
"It's already packed up."
Shortly after they left, a faint, ethereal voice echoed through the courtyard.
"It seems your two young apprentices don't listen to you very much."
Leaning against the door frame, Shen Mingxu snorted softly, "I'm much better at raising children than you are. Unlike you, you only raised one child and almost turned him into an emotionless vessel."
"She doesn't need emotions."
Shen Mingxu ignored him. He looked at the swirling snowflakes and asked, "What's going on with this snow? Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere in the war between humans and demons?"
"This has nothing to do with me." Tiandao laughed, his voice still devoid of any emotion.
Shen Mingxu:?
"Who else but you can make snow fall across the myriad realms?"
He did not answer, but said, “The children I raise are much better than the ones you raise.”
Shen Mingxu shook the snow that had fallen into his hair and suddenly realized what was happening.
"Are you kidding me?"
His voice slowly faded away, leaving only one sentence in the end.
"That cheap apprentice of yours seems to be truly beyond saving."
Inside the house?
Shen Mingxu looked at the closed door and sighed softly.
In the dimly lit room, Fu Yusheng leaned against the window, letting the wind and snow fall on him.
He opened his hand, gazing at the snowflakes falling into his palm.
It melted in his palm, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold, and also...
A familiar scent.
That's it...
He murmured to himself.
Demonic energy lingered in the room, ready to devour him at any moment.
He felt the spiritual energy rapidly draining from his body. The dilapidated spiritual veins no longer needed the erosion of demonic energy; they collapsed and crumbled.
Each heartbeat brought him excruciating, burning pain.
He lowered his eyes slightly; perhaps, the next moment, he would close them and never wake up again.
only……
The jade pendant in his palm kept reminding him that he still wanted to…
I want to see her one more time.
If I were to die at her hands, it wouldn't be so bad.
He chuckled slightly, his light-colored eyes gazing into the distance, as if he were deep in thought.
The jade slip that had been casually placed on the table suddenly lit up.
It reflected on his pale face.
...
Fu Yunyao eventually returned to Yaotai Realm.
Under the dim candlelight, the memorial tablets on the altar glowed red.
She stood in the center of the altar, the restrictive incantations on the stone wall surging, eerie and silent.
She stood quietly, her eyes fixed on the words she had painstakingly carved onto the memorial tablet.
Su Rutang.
The jade slip at his waist lit up, and the Third Elder's somewhat flustered voice came through.
"Young Master, the young master of the Star Gazing Pavilion has gone missing."
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, the divine mark in her eyes dimmed, and she returned to calm.
"Missing?"
"Yes." The Third Elder's voice was somewhat conflicted. "Young Master Su is currently guarding the border of the South China Sea, while the Kunwu Sect Master has passed away. All matters of the Kunwu Sect are now being handled by Wen Ci. Neither of them can get away, and the people of the Star Gazing Pavilion have no choice but to ask the Young Master for help."
Fu Yunyao walked out of the forbidden area and asked, "When did you realize they were missing?"
About two weeks ago.
Half a month?
Fu Yunyao paused slightly. Was this the day she left the White Jade Capital Illusion?
Is it a coincidence or...?
"Young Master?"
When the Third Elder received no response from her, he called out to her again.
"Hmm." Fu Yunyao snapped back to reality. "Do you know where he was last seen?"
"It seems to be the border of Beihai."
“Beihai?” Fu Yunyao repeated.
Thinking of the dangers of the North Sea, the Third Elder couldn't help but speak up to warn him.
"Deep in the North Sea lies the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls. The remnants of those who died with resentment and discontent will eventually gather here."
They feed on the spiritual veins and souls of cultivators, and over the centuries, few cultivators have been able to return alive from there.
Therefore, Beihai is also called—”
"Northern Abyss!"
"You said you're going to the Northern Underworld Abyss?" A cultivator with scars on his face asked in shock at a tea stall in the suburbs.
This sound drew the attention of everyone else.
In a corner of the tea stall, a young girl in white lowered her eyes and held a teacup in her hand.
The surrounding noise did not disturb her in the slightest.
"No, absolutely not! I only reminded you because you saved my life. Do you think the North Sea is called the North Abyss? It's the abyss of the underworld, a place everyone avoids like the plague. And you two are going to travel thousands of miles to go there!"
"You just need to point us in a direction, and we'll go ourselves..."
The girl's voice was clear and crisp.
Moreover, it felt somewhat familiar.
Fu Yunyao paused in her teacup. She looked up and, as expected, saw two familiar figures.
"Jiang Wanyi?"
Hearing someone call her name, Jiang Wan stopped and turned around. After seeing who it was, a smile spread across her face.
"Sister Yao! What are you doing here?"
Song Anran, standing beside her, tightly gripped her senior's sleeve to prevent her from running over and giving the other a hug out of enthusiasm.
The scarred-faced monk, who had just been trying his best to stop the two, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You know these two kids? Then hurry up and take them back. Do you know where they want to go? The Northern Abyss! If they go there, they'll all die in the Northern Abyss!"
"Mmm," Fu Yunyao responded.
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran immediately deflated.
Fu Yunyao spoke up, preparing to leave, when she noticed two pitiful eyes behind her.
Fu Yunyao: ...
She sighed softly and said, "What are you still standing there for? Come here."
"Oh," Jiang Wanyi replied, and followed along with Song Anran.
"Senior sister," Song Anran said in a low voice, "don't you feel like something's not quite right?"
"Huh?" Jiang Wan looked up at the figure in plain clothes in front of her and suddenly realized what was going on.
Seeing that she had realized what was happening, Song Anran spoke again, "So, why do we have to be so obedient?"
You know, those two don't even listen to their master much, so why should they be afraid of someone who has nothing to do with them?
“But don’t you think Sister Yao and Senior Brother looked a lot alike just now?” Jiang Wanyi also lowered her voice and spoke up.
Fu Yunyao walked ahead, hearing the whispers behind her, and felt somewhat helpless.
She turned around and asked, "What are you going to Beihai for?"
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran exchanged a glance, and finally Jiang Wanyi spoke.
"We discovered that the North Sea seems to have the aura of Sect Master Mu, the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect."
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Author's Note: Guess where our little tiger teeth went~
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