Chapter 1 Immortal Lord 001%
The third daughter of Xingyang Clan, Qu Yaoyao, died.
As the daughter of one of the six major sect leaders, Qu Yaoyao was spoiled and willful during her lifetime. Relying on her engagement with the Immortal Lord Qingxi, she stirred up trouble everywhere and did not know how to restrain herself. She did not learn the orthodox immortal techniques, but always liked to get involved in some unorthodox things.
It was retribution. Last night, an evil spirit invaded Xingyang Sect and killed Qu Yaoyao without causing any harm to anyone. Her soul was shattered and she died a tragic death.
In Xingyang Sect.
The maid Yunzhi's eyes were swollen from crying. She knelt beside the crystal coffin and refused to let it be closed. She sobbed and said, "She was fine before going to bed last night. The young lady even said she was going to see Qingxi Immortal Venerable today. How could this happen? How could this happen..."
She still refused to believe that Qu Yaoyao was dead, but it was a fact that Qu Yaoyao's life lamp was extinguished. Once the lamp was extinguished and her soul was scattered, even if the Saint of Wanmen Xianzong came in person, he could not save her.
"Okay, Yunzhi, I'm so sorry. Please get up soon."
"Yes, the most important thing now is to find the murderer who killed the third young lady."
Supported by several people, Yunzhi wiped away her tears and said fiercely: "My daughter died so tragically, I must bring down the evil spirit that did it——"
"ah!"
Before Yunzhi could finish her words, someone interrupted her and pointed a finger in fear, "Am I seeing things? Everyone, look at the Third Young Lady's body!"
Looking back, she saw the corpse lying quietly in the crystal coffin move, and a pale and stiff hand stretched out from the coffin. Then a girl with disheveled hair and white clothes sat up. In order to facilitate the search for clues about the murderer, Qu Yaoyao was still wearing the blood-stained dress she wore before her death. The white and red colors were stained, which looked weird and terrifying.
It hurts so much.
The noisy crying in her ears woke Qu Yaoyao from her slumber. The surging feeling of suffocation almost overwhelmed her. She struggled to wake up, gasping for breath.
"Ah—he's pretending to be dead!" someone exclaimed in my ear.
Amidst the chaos, Qu Yaoyao struggled to sit up from the crystal coffin. Before she could see the people around her, someone suddenly slapped a talisman on her forehead.
Snap——
Qu Yaoyao frowned in pain from the excessive force. Someone shouted, "What evil spirit dared to cause trouble in Xingyang Sect? Do you know whose body you are possessing?"
The talisman glowed, then flickered briefly before becoming silent. Qu Yaoyao felt only a slight sting on her forehead. She was frightened by the menacing tone, and her shoulders trembled slightly. She looked at the person who had swung the talisman at her, and nervously, bewilderedly, asked, "Who am I possessing?"
So, she possessed someone else?
As Qu Yaoyao turned her head, the shaky talisman on her forehead fell off, her black hair spread out, revealing a pale and pretty little face.
Yunzhi stared blankly at Qu Yaoyao's face, then slowly looked at the talisman paper that had fallen to the ground.
This was a talisman that Qingxi Immortal Venerable of the Wanmen Immortal Sect had personally drawn for her daughter. It could annihilate all evil spirits and demons in the world. If this talisman didn't work, it could only mean...
"Girl!" Looking at the little face that was gradually regaining its vitality, Yunzhi fell to her knees, "Girl, you are finally awake!"
She knew that her girl was blessed with good fortune and would be fine.
Qu Yaoyao's neck still felt the burning pain of being torn apart, and she was completely oblivious to everything around her. She scanned the hall and looked at the most approachable girl, who was kneeling on the ground. "Who are you?"
You haven't told me who I am possessed by.
“…”
The third daughter of Xingyang Sect came back to life.
The life lamp was rekindled, and under the bright flame, there was no possibility of possession or evil spirits. Therefore, in one day, the Xingyang Sect experienced a transition from great sorrow to great joy. Soon, their joy turned to sorrow again, because they discovered that the third young lady had not only lost all her memory, but also behaved like a child.
"Forget it, after all, the person is alive. Let's wait for the young master to come back and make a decision."
The door was wide open. In the boudoir filled with the scent of lotus, Qu Yaoyao curled up in the corner of the couch, watching the last person leave the room.
Yunzhi was in a complicated mood at the moment. When she reached the door, she met her mistress's clear, curious eyes and sighed to comfort her: "Go to sleep peacefully, young lady. I will be guarding you outside the door and will never let you get hurt again."
Maybe when I wake up, all my memories will be restored.
Qu Yaoyao blinked and replied after a moment: "Okay."
She was afraid she would disappoint Yunzhi. No matter how long she slept, she would never be able to recover those lost memories. The reason was simple: she was not the real Qu Yaoyao, but a small snow lotus that had just transformed in the cold pond.
Her neck hurt so much, as if reminding her of what she had experienced before her rebirth. Thinking of everything that happened before her death, tears welled up in Xiao Xuelian's eyes. She sniffed and climbed down from the couch.
She still couldn't believe that it was all true.
Sitting in front of the mirror, Xiao Xuelian saw a pale and frail girl. She blinked, and the girl in the mirror also blinked. Her eyes, with red at the corners, were big and round, and as bright as the full moon through the mist.
This is an excessively bright and beautiful face. With such a face, the girl is originally passionate and dazzling, but perhaps there has been a change in the soul of her body, the girl's aura like the morning sun has become pure and gentle, and the look of looking at the mirror with tears in her eyes is like a clean and harmless snow lotus.
Isn’t she just a small snow lotus?
Xiao Xuelian was feeling down as she looked at herself in the mirror, because her transformation time was too short and she didn't even have time to see her own appearance clearly. She was anxious to find the Immortal Lord she admired, but who could have thought?
The Immortal Venerable didn't see it, but instead bumped into a brutal fallen immortal with the appearance of an Immortal Venerable.
The burning pain in her neck did not go away. Xiao Xuelian reluctantly pulled open her collar and looked in the mirror with her eyes wide open. Suddenly, she saw a large purple pinch mark on her neck, which was dark and deep, and stained with blood.
"!!" Who was so cruel and vicious that Qu Yaoyao was strangled to death?
Xiao Xuelian covered her neck in horror, and the memories before her rebirth emerged uncontrollably. She would never forget that she was also strangled to death.
“…”
The Little Snow Lotus is a snow lotus that grows in the cold pond of the Wanmen Immortal Sect. It is a thousand years old.
Ever since she awakened a hundred years ago, she had often seen a beautiful immortal dressed in white. Others feared the millennia-old chill within her, but he alone dared to touch the soft petals of her blossoms. Every full moon, the immortal would visit the cold pond to speak with her, his gentle, soft voice inspiring her to cultivate and transform.
The day of transformation was a full moon.
Xiao Xuelian thought that she could finally respond to the feelings of the White-Robed Immortal Venerable, but she never expected that the Immortal Venerable she had been thinking of would not appear until that day.
After a thousand years of transformation, waiting for this moment, Xiao Xuelian was so anxious that she couldn't help but climb out of the cold pond to look for him. Now, when she recalled the scene of that night, Xiao Xuelian regretted it so much that her heart ached. If she had the chance to live again, she would definitely stay in the cold pond until dawn and never dared to run away again.
.
On the night she transformed, the full moon was not as bright as before. Covered by dark clouds, the moonlight was dim and mysterious.
Xiao Xuelian walked along the deserted corridor and did not notice the blood-line barrier hidden underground.
By the time she realized something was amiss, the full moon above her had already turned blood red, and faint screams could be heard in the distance. Little Xuelian had so little experience that when the bloody hand stretched out from the bushes, she was so frightened that she forgot to run.
But where can you run to?
A young man covered in blood crawled out of the dense forest. When he saw Xiao Xuelian, he anxiously asked for help. Xiao Xuelian was influenced by the spiritual energy of the immortal sect. Although she had no one to teach her, she had a kind and pure heart. So despite her fear, she subconsciously chose to help.
But before Xiao Xuelian could stretch out her hand, she suddenly saw a ball of light approaching in the distance, like a lantern.
It is indeed a lantern.
The dim candlelight cut through the darkness, and a young man in white appeared in the dark mist, holding a lantern. He wore a silver crown, had black hair, phoenix eyes and red lips. His pale skin looked warm in the candlelight, and his facial features were delicate and beautiful, but he had the cold and unparalleled appearance of a banished immortal.
At that time, this scene shocked Xiao Xuelian so much.
Not only because the banished immortal had blood splattered on his cheek, and his clothes and lantern were stained with large patches of blood, but also because this stunning and enchanting face was exactly the same as the gentle immortal in her memory.
I heard the young man's devastated cry, "The Immortal Master has fallen into evil."
Immortal Lord, how could you fall into the devil?
Thinking of this, Xiao Xuelian sobbed and covered her cheeks, somewhat unwilling to continue recalling the past.
Although she wanted to save the boy at the time, she was actually hiding in the bushes and hadn't had time to show up. When she tried to use the magic formula to save the boy, the fallen demon immortal also noticed her presence, suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her neck.
So, not only did the young man die, but Xiao Xuelian's life was also buried in the dense forest. And the Fallen Demon Immortal Venerable only said one sentence to her from beginning to end: "Did you see everything?"
The gentle and cool voice gradually overlapped with the Immortal Lord in her memory.
Xiao Xuelian's eyelashes trembled with fear once, twice. When they met face to face up close, she discovered that the eyes of the fallen immortal before her were a deep, crimson-gold color, beautiful and profound. Apart from the color, they were exactly like the immortal she admired.
But how could they be the same person?
Her mind was filled with the image of the gentle immortal touching her petals. Xiao Xuelian couldn't believe it. She hadn't yet gotten over the joy of transforming and seeing the immortal. She always felt that everything before her was an unreal nightmare.
After a thousand years of companionship, Xiao Xuelian's love was pure and passionate. It was precisely because of this simple and straightforward love that she did not think of running away when someone grabbed her by the neck, but instead asked, "I am..."
[I am the most beautiful little snow lotus in the cold pond.]
[Are you the Immortal Venerable whom I admire? ]
The lingering confusion and bewilderment received no response, because before Xiao Xuelian could finish her words, her neck was instantly strangled and her body was thrown to the ground with tremendous force.
He was really cruel. It was not enough to strangle her to death. He even smashed the human body she had just formed into pieces, and even did not let her soul go. She was really dead with no complete body, her spirit and soul were destroyed, and there was no life left.
The blood moon slowly faded, and the dark clouds covering the moon also dissipated without a trace.
The blood-line barrier on the ground receded, and the immortal in blood-stained white clothes bent down to pick up the lantern he had dropped, and left without any emotion.
He didn't know that he had killed the little snow lotus that had accompanied him in the cold pond for a thousand years, and at the same time shattered her most pure and intense love for him.
The memory ended, and Xiao Xuelian clutched the collar of her clothes and rubbed her moist eyes. She wondered if the fallen immortal was really the one she admired, and if he knew her identity, would he regret killing her?
After all, he had been so gentle and loving to her.
However, it was too late to say anything now. "Xiao Xuelian is already dead."
She told herself, "From today on, I am Qu Yaoyao."
The candle burned to the end, emitting wisps of white smoke. The sky in the distance began to light up, and it seemed to be snowing outside.
Her body and soul had not yet completely merged. Qu Yaoyao's eyelids were drooping with fatigue. She had just laid down on the couch to rest when someone knocked on the door twice. Yunzhi hesitantly called out, "Miss."
"The Young Master is back."
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