Chapter 67 "I want to see the person I like."...
Before the last word was finished, Meng Chiwan suddenly asked, "Could this spot be given to someone else?"
When she said this, Meng Chiwan did not look at Yun Xianqing, but she seemed to be able to feel that Yun Xianqing was looking at her. That gaze was almost cold and venomous, like a snake that had just shed its skin and coiled around her.
Meng Chiwan waited quietly for the man's reply. He seemed stunned as well, looking in some direction as if asking for instructions.
After a moment, he shook his head, indicating that he could not.
Meng Chiwan opened her lips as if to say something more.
Then, in the next instant, a spiritual light surrounded Wei Jiyu.
Meng Chiwan pursed her lips, lowered her head, and then gently shook her head.
She made the right bet after all. The so-called ancestor's choice of a spot was clearly made by Yun Xianqing, and he clearly realized that if he did not choose Wei Jiyu, she would also give up the spot, so he gave Wei Jiyu a spot.
Although she had achieved her goal, she was still somewhat annoyed by the fact that Yun Xianqing knew her intentions before she even had a chance to speak.
Why does this person who once discarded her like trash now understand her so well? It feels like someone has seen right through her from a superior position.
Before long, the sacrificial ceremony came to an end with the sound of a heavenly bell. The crowd dispersed, but most people received some gifts from the Yun family. Those who were lucky received some immortal artifacts, while those who were less lucky still received enough food to feed their families for a month or two.
This demonstrates that the Yun family is indeed one of the three great families comparable to the Immortal Alliance. Their wealth is evident.
Meng Chiwan and the other two, along with several other selected individuals, were grouped together to await further arrangements.
Apart from Meng Chiwan and the other two, the rest of them seemed to know what being chosen by the Yun family meant, and they could not hide their joy.
Wen Liansong took a few steps closer and asked, "Fellow Daoists, what exactly does the Yun family mean by 'opportunity'?"
The group glanced at her, and then one of them, without any hesitation, said, "It means that we can enter the Yun family and enjoy the same treatment as the main disciples of the Yun family, enter the main family's secret realm to seek opportunities. If we are really unlucky and come out with nothing, the Yun family will give us a corresponding subsidy, which is a considerable amount of wealth!"
Meng Chiwan peeked out from behind Wen Liansong like a newly sprouted leaf, and asked, "Is the Yun family's main secret realm very powerful?"
The man glanced at her helplessly, but seeing that she was a pretty girl, he didn't say anything. He simply replied, "Of course it's amazing. This is a secret realm formed after the first ancestor of the Yun family fell. There are countless opportunities within it. If you can obtain one, you will never be unknown after you leave."
Meng Chiwan said, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. If one is not strong enough, how can one protect this opportunity after leaving the Yun family?"
The man immediately laughed and said, "This is another guarantee that the Yun family has given us. The chosen person will have the Yun family's natal sky lantern planted on their body. The sky lantern will resonate with the sky lanterns of the Yun family's own members. If your sky lantern goes out, the Yun family will seek justice for you."
After hearing this, Meng Chiwan raised her hand and gently touched her forehead, tightening her grip on her sword.
It did sound like the Yun family was doing charity work, simply distributing benefits, but for some reason, she still felt uneasy.
"What happened to those who had the opportunity in the past?" Meng Chiwan asked hesitantly.
"I haven't paid much attention to it, but with the protection of the Yun family, I suppose I shouldn't be harmed." The man pondered for a moment and said calmly.
Meng Chiwan fell silent and waited quietly for Yun's arrangements.
Before long, members of the Yun family came and led the group to the Yun family residence.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the Yun family members looked strange, as if something major had happened.
Seeing everyone's solemn expressions, she didn't dare to ask anything. She could only exchange a glance with Wei Jiyu and agree to discuss it later.
The Yun Residence is located in the east of Yunyi City. At first glance, it appears to be a mansion with carved beams and painted rafters, but a closer look reveals that it is only the tip of the iceberg.
The entire residence is characterized by its simple and elegant style. Although it is not a palace, it surpasses one in grandeur. The towering pavilions, seemingly suspended in the sky, are surrounded by numerous smaller courtyards with tiered terraces. Even without getting close, one can fully appreciate its extravagance and lavishness.
People often mention the Yun Clan alongside the Immortal Alliance, yet their ways of doing things are vastly different. One is extremely extravagant, while the other is ethereal and indifferent, like distant mountains.
Although the origin of the ritual implement is unknown, its magnificent appearance and the pure spiritual energy flowing from it demonstrate its extraordinary nature.
After reading it, Wen Liansong couldn't help but say, "You should have said so earlier. I stopped accepting Immortal Alliance missions and just came to the Yun family to participate in activities every day... Heaven knows that I accepted Liu Yuan's mission just to buy myself a decent life-saving magic weapon... Who knew they would be so generous as to give it to me directly."
Looking at the shimmering bell in her hand, Meng Chiwan suddenly remembered the Heavenly Bell she had seen at the morning ceremony.
It's understandable that she overthinks things, but the thing in her hand just looks too much like the Heavenly Bell...
After thinking for a moment, she still asked the person who delivered the bell, "Excuse me, fellow Daoist, was this delivered randomly? This bell..."
The man waited patiently for her to finish speaking, and seeing that she still had doubts, he replied, "Are you talking about the Shattered Heaven Bell? It's not random. Originally, the patriarch should have personally selected it based on the candidates' qualifications, but for some reason, Immortal Lord Qingyi took on this task this time. To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen the Shattered Heaven Bell."
Meng Chiwan thanked her and then fell silent.
It's Yun Xianqing again.
In that instant, she suddenly felt that the so-called Shattered Sky Bell was not so beautiful anymore. It was no longer dazzling and colorful, but rather gray and dull, as if it were covered by a small dark cloud.
Why call it the Sky-Shattering Bell? Let's just call it the Sky-Covering Bell.
Thinking about this, she suddenly laughed at her own naiveté. She was acting like a little kid.
Meng Chiwan put away the Shattered Sky Bell, a slight smile appearing in her eyes. When she looked up, she met Yun Xianqing standing at the door.
Yun Xianqing was still wearing a bamboo hat and veil, but she was no longer wearing the clothes she wore for the previous dynasty's sacrificial ceremony. Instead, she wore a blue robe, and her figure was perfectly suited to the phrase "green forest and tall bamboo".
Meng Chiwan didn't react in time, so her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than expected.
Yun Xianqing seemed to smile, a gentle spring breeze flowing between her brows and eyes.
The next instant, Meng Chiwan looked away. She wasn't flustered, and her eyes revealed no emotion; she simply looked away as if she had only seen an insignificant person and something unrelated to her.
Yun Xianqing's smile seemed to fall heavily to the ground, rolling twice and becoming tinged with gloom, but he almost instantly recovered, and the smile returned to his face.
"Immortal Lord, what brings you here?" The person who had just answered had obviously also seen Yun Xianqing and asked in surprise.
Meng Chiwan's heart felt like it was covered in a sticky, gooey sauce; no matter how many times she washed it with water, it remained sticky and unclear.
In that instant, all she wanted to do was cover her ears and not hear a word this person said, neither good nor bad.
Kind words are lies, and bad words make you angry.
Finally, she dejectedly concluded that she had to find Liu Yuan as soon as possible and leave this terrifying place where Yun Xianqing was everywhere.
"I want to see someone I like."
It was something that could have been easily brushed off, but Yun Xianqing deliberately chose the answer that Meng Chiwan least wanted to hear from among the several options.
Whether you like it or not, you've still been stabbed less often.
Under Yun Xianqing's warm gaze, Meng Chiwan remained expressionless, as if Yun Xianqing was not talking about her at all.
Wen Liansong found it strange and asked, "Immortal Lord Qingyi actually has someone he likes? But... but isn't he a cultivator of the Path of Ruthlessness? When did the Path of Ruthlessness loosen its restrictions on desires?"
Wei Jiyu pursed her lips and looked at Yun Xianqing.
However, since none of them cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, they could not obtain a specific answer to this question.
Only Meng Chiwan seemed to realize something. So she cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness. No wonder she was unmoved by him back then, and no wonder she didn't hesitate when the sword pierced her heart.
But what kind of cultivation is this? To achieve one's own path by sacrificing others—doesn't this violate the cultivator's innate love for all living beings? Even if such a person ascends to immortality, what then?
However, at this moment she thought of a question: since Yun Xianqing was already at the peak of the Mahayana stage, and then indeed helped her prove her Dao, why did she not succeed in ascending?
Could it be that she failed to attain enlightenment because she didn't die?
Thinking of this, she chuckled inwardly. Serves him right; otherwise, why would there be so many cultivators in the world, yet he alone ascended to immortality by killing his wife and taking shortcuts?
"The person you like?!" The person was clearly taken aback by the answer and didn't even bother to control their voice in front of the guest.
Meng Chiwan lowered her head.
The man asked tremblingly, "Immortal Lord, may I ask who you are?"
Yun Xianqing's gentle, willow-leaf eyes curved into a smile, like a small boat on a calm, still lake.
Meng Chiwan had a strange, bad feeling.
The wind beneath her seemed to pick up again, as if someone's hand had gently brushed against the hem of her skirt.
Yun Xianqing stared at her for a long while.
Meng Chiwan lowered her head, knowing that everyone here was waiting for that answer.
Which girl has this immortal lord who cultivates the path of ruthlessness fallen in love with?
Author's note: So tired... Work is so tiring... [melts]
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