Chapter 77
The color drained from Sheng Ningyu's face almost instantly.
It wasn't for the "kill you" that Chu Jiye mentioned, but for that "half a spirit bone".
Half a spiritual bone...
In an instant, all the past events flashed before my eyes.
Countless times they held hands, she smiled as she placed her hand on Xie Qianjing's shoulder, there were playful pranks, and even their first encounter in the woods, when she touched Xie Qianjing and his body trembled slightly...
If that's true, how much pain must he have been in?
She knows how much it hurts.
Sheng Ningyu had never experienced this feeling before. Her jaw was trembling, and her fingers almost gave way as she loosened her grip on Xie Qianjing's hand, only to be pulled back by him instead.
Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes and held her hand, preventing her fingertips from slipping from his palm. When he raised his eyes, there was still a hint of bloodshot in his pupils, but he still looked at her gently and smiled, silently mouthing a gesture.
Nothing.
It is "nothing happened," not a lie.
Just as Sheng Ningyu was about to say something, she saw Xie Qianjing's figure suddenly become as faint as smoke, as if he were firmly bound by something, like a wisp of soul about to dissipate into the heavens and earth.
Almost instantly, the world seemed to turn pitch black, and Chu Jiye had disappeared without a trace. Only something above their heads suddenly shone brightly like a disc!
Countless vengeful spirits rose from the ground, emitting ear-piercing wails. The overwhelming spiritual power caused the consciousness of countless cultivators present to tremble, and many people had already knelt down.
"It's demonic energy!" someone shouted. "It's demonic energy... demons!!! Demons are in league with them!!!"
Yan Ruchao looked up in astonishment and saw countless threads surging into Xie Qianjing's body. At first glance, it seemed as if he was the one releasing and manipulating the demonic energy.
He frowned slightly, knowing that this was not the case, but as the master of Gui Cang Tower, Yan Ruchao still lowered his voice and said, "Step back!"
Xie Qianjing remained completely unmoved.
His flesh and blood nourished the Chu family for nearly a hundred years. In particular, the Yin-Yang Mirror was originally just an ordinary magic tool and could not be considered a "Chu family treasure". Only after being nourished by his flesh and blood did it gain a slight difference.
At this very moment, those puppet barriers are frantically draining the flesh and blood from his body, bit by bit, as if they want to tear him to pieces.
Between heaven and earth, black and white rotate, yin and yang give rise to each other, and things made of his flesh and blood are the most likely to overcome him.
Xie Qianjing looked indifferently at the expressions of the people below.
Panic, fear, vigilance, helplessness...
Xie Qianjing could not fully understand all these emotions.
[Xie Qianjing, kill me!]
Strange rhythms throbbed in my chest, countless clamors and cries assaulted my ears, and a thousand malices surged through my veins.
Xie Qianjing could hardly remember what pain was anymore. All human emotions seemed to have been ripped out of his body at this moment, and his emotions were extremely calm and indifferent.
He only loosened his grip slightly.
Almost simultaneously, an even greater force came from my wrist.
In an instant, all was silent, and Xie Qianjing suddenly lowered his head.
He was like smoke, firmly held in mid-air by the Yin-Yang Mirror, and should have dissipated immediately.
But now, she is being held firmly by one person.
"Do you want me to let you go to the Moonlit Pavilion on the Sea alone?"
In the blink of an eye, after the overwhelming spiritual power swept in, Sheng Ningyu understood the reason.
The Yin-Yang Mirror contained the source of Chu Yuandao's power. He probably intended to use it to be reborn, but he underestimated his successor and was likely tricked by that scoundrel Chu Chang'an. And Chu Chang'an, in turn, wanted to use it to kill Xie Qianjing.
The strong winds lashed her face, making Sheng Ningyu feel uncomfortable, but that's just her personality.
Nothing in the world could confine her, and no one could make decisions behind her back.
Sheng Ningyu raised her head, and the jade hairpin that was originally in her black hair had fallen out at some point. Her black hair fluttered in the wind like a huge net.
"But I insist on going with you."
At this moment, in Xie Qianjing's eyes, everything was upside down, and black and white were no longer distinct.
For example, right now, the bright moon hangs low below, holding his hand.
...But it shouldn't be like this.
That shouldn't be done.
Xie Qianjing tilted his head, his long, ink-black hair cascading down his back and landing on his shoulder. He parted his lips slightly, his voice as indifferent as snow.
"No."
Sheng Ningyu immediately smiled.
She still had that familiar nonchalant look on her face, and even tilted her head back and raised an eyebrow at him.
"When have I ever listened to you?"
Her words seemed to have stirred up someone's emotions. Sheng Ningyu suddenly felt a tremendous restraining force, and her vision went black, with all light suddenly disappearing.
...
"Mingyue, would you like to practice swordsmanship with me?"
A young man's steady voice reached her ears, and Sheng Ningyu slowly opened her eyes.
Beneath the pear blossoms, amidst the fluttering snowflakes, a young man dressed in white, with exquisitely handsome features, extended his hand to her with a gentle smile.
Beautiful and dreamlike.
Sheng Ningyu's head was throbbing, and it took her a beat to sort out her thoughts.
The young man sighed helplessly, as if complaining, "Mingyue, why have you forgotten my name again?"
He stepped forward, wanting to take Sheng Ningyu's hand, but the person opposite him subconsciously took a step back to avoid him.
Chu Jiye's expression darkened slightly, and Sheng Ningyu was also somewhat displeased.
But considering that this person was her fiancé, she still raised her right hand and said, "My hand is injured, and I don't want anyone to touch it."
Where is there sorrow and pain?
Before Sheng Ningyu could finish speaking, her gaze fell in astonishment on her raised right wrist.
Fair and delicate, smooth and flawless.
But……
"Okay!"
Her fiancé pulled her close and shook her right hand.
"Mingyue, we should go to the academy to study."
Sheng Ningyu: "Oh."
She took a few steps and then asked, "What is my major?"
"You've forgotten again?" Chu Jiye sighed, somewhat displeased. "It was you who insisted on coming to study the art of talismans with me."
Is that so?
Sheng Ningyu lay sprawled on the academy's table, nodding her head idly as she absentmindedly fiddled with some incantations.
She had been taking classes with Chu Jiye for the past few days, and the more she attended, the more doubted she became.
Does she really like Chu Jiye that much?
But whenever this question arose in her mind, Sheng Ningyu would always come up with an extremely affirmative answer.
Yes, she was in love with Chu Jiye; in this world, he was the only Daoist partner she had chosen.
Sheng Ningyu sighed softly and continued listening to the elder's lecture on the stage.
Her hands were also busy; one moment she would pinch out tiny clouds, the next she would blow them away with the wind and gather them back together, causing a light rain to fall, and then they would take on different shapes.
Sheng Ningyu was having a great time and was completely absorbed in the fun. She didn't notice that she had become the focus of everyone's secret observation.
"The Three Pure Ones' decree, the Nine Revolutions of Yin and Yang, there are eleven spiritual acupoints within the human body, you must know..."
What a mess this is!
Sheng Ningyu's body trembled, and she quickly raised her head, straightened her body, and stood up as fast as lightning.
"What does the elder want with me?"
The elder who taught talisman-making was already standing beside her, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "What is this thing?!"
Sheng Ningyu: "The talisman I drew."
A slight commotion arose in the school.
The elder raised his voice and said, "This is a talisman you drew?!"
Sheng Ningyu nodded, offering a perfunctory apology: "It's all my fault, please calm down. I'm just naturally mischievous and hard to discipline..."
Hey, why do you sound so familiar with that phrase?
It was as if it were engraved in her heart.
Unexpectedly, this apology did not quell the elder's anger; instead, it made his face darken even more, and a burst of uncontrollable laughter erupted around him.
The conversation abruptly stopped.
Because what she placed right in the center of the table was a tiny lotus flower carved from snow.
It was the product of her magic spells just now.
At this moment, the snow lotus flowers began to melt slightly, and snowflakes dripped onto the table, blurring a large area of the already perfunctory talisman.
Sheng Ningyu coughed lightly, her previous perfunctory attitude vanished, and she shrank her neck and obediently admitted her mistake: "You are right to scold me."
The elder's voice rose again: "You dare to talk back!"
Sheng Ningyu was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and asked cautiously, "Then... you were wrong to scold me?"
The elder was so angry her face turned red, and she didn't even care that she was the fiancée of the Chu family's Immortal Lord anymore. She pointed directly at the door and said, "Get out of here!!!"
Is there really such a good thing?!
Sheng Ningyu immediately stopped packing her things, grabbed her pen, and flipped out, reaching the door almost instantly.
Everyone gasped, watching in disbelief as she was about to step out of the classroom with one foot, then abruptly pulled it back and turned around.
They've finally learned to be afraid.
"Promise me you won't lie," Sheng Ningyu said tentatively, clinging to the doorframe and peeking out. "You're not allowed to tell my senior brother!"
Finally, some disciples couldn't help but say, "Sheng Ningyu, with your current popularity, where in your sect would a senior brother be willing to take care of you?"
Sheng Ningyu was startled, and her hands, which were holding the door frame, slowly slid down.
Yes, in her memory, she was an insignificant presence in the sect, someone who seemed to be of little importance to her. But why did she always feel...?
"Get out of here!!!"
With a loud shout from the elder of the Talisman Department, a wave of heat swept over.
Sheng Ningyu felt something lift her up and send her soaring into the air. The strong wind blowing against her made it impossible for her to open her eyes!
A feeling of weightlessness came over me, and as I fell suddenly, I heard a "thud".
A few seconds later, Sheng Ningyu emerged from the fallen leaves, covered in dust and dirt.
The pavilions and carvings are beautiful in all four seasons, but now it is autumn.
The withered leaves resemble butterflies, a golden expanse.
This is the other side of the academy.
Sheng Ningyu spat a few times, coughing up the dust stuck in her throat, and patted her clothes with some disgust.
It's snow-white, without any patterns, and I always feel it's too plain, neither delicate nor pretty.
Although her memories told her that she was a serious and aloof person, for some reason, Sheng Ningyu always felt that she was not like that.
She wasn't as aloof as the moon, nor was she so unsmiling.
She was far more insidious than they imagined.
As she walked, Sheng Ningyu lost her way.
When she came to her senses, she was already in a winter snow.
"The Great Evolution Heavenly Dao still has its flaws among its three thousand forms; even one of the ten thousand sword escape techniques can be broken..."
Sheng Ningyu stopped in her tracks.
Not far away, disciples practicing swordsmanship were doing so.
Sheng Ningyu stared without moving, the pen she had been holding unconsciously starting to spin.
"Raise your wrist, calm your mind."
A clear, cold voice came from behind her, startling Sheng Ningyu and instantly snapping her out of her daze.
She turned around and saw the person, but was speechless for a moment.
Beneath the white snow, her features were indifferent, yet her demeanor was clean and refined, making her extremely beautiful.
Like snow-capped peaks on a mountaintop, or a Bodhi lotus in a pond.
Sheng Ningyu inwardly admired him, then put down her pen like a sword, slung it behind her back, and took a few steps forward: "Who are you?"
The man seemed to curl the corners of his mouth slightly, opened his mouth silently, and uttered only two words.
[Ninefold.]
Nine layers? What is that?
Just as Sheng Ningyu was about to ask another question, she was interrupted by an urgent voice.
"Bright moon!"
Chu Jiye suddenly appeared, blocking Sheng Ningyu's view. He said, "I've finally found you. I've already reprimanded that elder..."
The person disappeared.
Sheng Ningyu tilted her head and remained silent, while Chu Jiye's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost tinged with apprehension.
"Mingyue, what are you thinking about?"
Sheng Ningyu said, "Our engagement."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Jiye's expression faded, his eyes almost reflecting, "Who should I see?" Sheng Ningyu turned her head away, "Who should I see?"
In an instant, Chu Jiye's face turned almost the same color as snow.
Sheng Ningyu observed quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "What I mean is, let's get married as soon as possible."
Chu Jiye stood there stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe his ears, and then a burst of intense joy followed!
"Okay...okay!" He breathed heavily and grasped Sheng Ningyu's hand. "I'll have someone take care of it right away."
Sheng Ningyu glanced down at him, but did not shake off his hand. She simply said calmly, "The sooner the better."
His attitude was as cold as a sword just drawn from its sheath.
However, Chu Jiye felt that this was the real Sheng Ningyu.
And so once again, atop Mount Ling, amidst the fluttering feathers of phoenixes, ethereal immortal energy filled the air.
The guests offered their congratulations incessantly, and the melodious music filled the air, creating a mesmerizing atmosphere.
Sheng Ningyu, dressed in a blood-red dress, radiant and beautiful, stood on the high platform with Chu Jiye, looking down at the guests below.
Chu Jiye's heart pounded.
Everything seemed perfect, like a bubble.
Then, witnessed by the sect elders, something was thrown into the air.
This object is about the size of a palm, and its entire body is as red as blood. It resembles a living heart, beating rhythmically.
"It's a marriage pact!"
The guests below were somewhat surprised, then exclaimed, "These two are indeed deeply in love, willing to make such a vow."
"This love, this affection, will never change, as long as the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon."
The congratulations from the crowd were endless, and Chu Jiye's emotions were soaring to almost their peak. However, just as he activated the marriage contract, he found that the person beside him was completely unmoved.
How is that possible?
Chu Jiye dared not look at the expression of the person beside him. He urged his spiritual power to surge out like a tidal wave, but suddenly the person's extremely calm voice rang in his ears.
"The spiritual bond of this marriage contract is fluctuating wildly, is there a problem? Or are you hiding something from me?"
Chu Jiye lowered his eyes, his voice as deep as ever: "There's no problem, we just need to wait a little while."
"I think we shouldn't wait any longer." A low sigh came from behind Chu Jiye.
"Chu Chang... Chu Jiye, this thing shouldn't light up."
Chu Chang...?
Chu Jiye's pupils contracted, and his blood almost froze.
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Author's note: Still 24-hour red envelopes~
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