Chapter 62
Yan Ruchao lied.
“There are fluctuations of her spiritual power within the black mist.”
Han Yuyi paused for a few seconds while wiping the magical artifact, the Cloud-Parting Flute, and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Very small."
That means it's uncertain.
Han Yuyi was silent for a moment, then raised her head again and said softly, "Perhaps there has been a mistake."
Yan Ruchao remained noncommittal; he found it difficult to articulate his feelings from just moments before.
He never believed in fate, but just now, he truly felt that fate was playing tricks on him.
Just as he passed through the black mist, he sensed the fluctuations of Sheng Ningyu's spiritual power, but when he looked up at the reincarnation standing beside Chu Jiye, the fluctuations of spiritual power disappeared.
The auction hall was very dark, with all the light concentrated on the stage, while the guest seats and private boxes below were completely dark, except for a few flashes of light when bids were made.
Surrounding the platform, they seemed to be surrounded by stars.
Han Yuyi stood by the railing, looking down. She saw a commotion followed by a series of bids, like waves crashing one after another.
"One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!"
"I'll offer 300,000!"
"One million high-grade spirit stones!!!"
Han Yuyi stood on the high place, coughed a few times with a pale face, and asked, "Is the reincarnation of the Chu family real?"
Yan Ruchao: "She was dressed in plain clothes, her long hair was neatly styled, but without any adornment."
Han Yuyi let out a soft laugh. She tilted her head back and seemed to see a figure flash by in the clouds.
Han Yuyi thought of her blood brother, and she tugged at the corners of her lips, a faint smile appearing on her face, but her eyes remained deep and serious.
This person is truly insatiable; greed knows no bounds.
He'd better leave quickly, leave quickly.
You absolutely must not let her catch you.
...
There was not a single light inside the cloud-topped space.
Sheng Ningyu did not infuse any spiritual power, which puzzled her.
Everything went too smoothly.
Whether it was her entering the top of the cloud-shrouded hall or Chu Jiye entering the building, everything went too smoothly.
Why?
Going with the flow like this is completely unlike the eldest brother's temperament.
Sheng Ningyu was lost in thought, unaware that the faces of her two junior disciples behind her were growing increasingly pale.
In the light, Yao Youling mustered his courage and called out, "Wang, Senior Wang."
Sheng Ningyu gathered her thoughts, a casual smile on her face, and joked with him, "My surname isn't Dog, so you don't need to call me that."
She sat alone in the Cloud Top Room, where there were no lights around her. However, unlike the dimness of the other private rooms, this room was filled with the light emitted by mermaid candles. There was even a recliner with thick cushions on the table, and a soft couch with flowing silver threads was placed next to it. The layout was warm and comfortable.
The interplay of light and shadow softened the edges of the silver mask on her face.
Yao Youling felt a sense of relief, but still stammered as she spoke, "Senior, why...why is only this private room lit up?"
Changing the way they address each other is quite clever.
What kind of answer is that?
Yao Youling's gaze grew increasingly desperate: "Senior, those ghost messengers just now said that no one else can enter this place..."
Sheng Ningyu smiled knowingly and said, "They can't come in, but I can."
Yao Youling gasped for breath, while Jin Xianyao stared wide-eyed. Sheng Ningyu, resting her chin on her hand, turned her head and saw their reaction, then smiled again.
"There are talisman arrays drawn by your old palace master here, so it's very safe." Sheng Ningyu chuckled, as if joking, yet also as if she were deliberately reminding you, "No matter what happens later, you must stay here and not go out."
What else could happen?
Before she knew it, Yao Youling murmured those words, but this time, Sheng Ningyu turned her head away: "I don't know either."
A smile remained on her face, as if everything was nothing more than a toy in her hands, not worth taking to heart. This gradually put Yao Youling and Jin Xianyao at ease.
Ha ha.
Although I don't know who Senior Wang Jiu is, she's so confident, so she should be fine, right?
However, when the auction item was brought out for display, Sheng Ningyu's smile suddenly froze.
"Sword Master, Spirit Bone."
The moment the black jade box appeared, the scene erupted in uproar.
However, gradually, no one in the lower seats could speak, while the lights in the upper private rooms turned on one after another.
And the price quotes are no longer limited to ordinary spirit stones.
"Nine Heavens Pavilion, 1.5 million spirit stones, plus three strands of Ice Soul Zither silk!"
"A single bluebird flower, three million spirit stones, plus a bottle of 'Gentle Breeze' antidote!"
"The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion will offer 3.5 million spirit stones, plus a personal divination by an elder!"
Those who openly display their status are simply trying to use it to intimidate others.
Sheng Ningyu propped her head up listlessly, her gaze fixed intently on the audience.
Jin Xianyao sensed something was amiss. He stood behind Sheng Ningyu and asked in a low voice, "Senior, do you also want the Sword Venerable Spirit Bone?"
Sheng Ningyu nodded, her gaze somewhat unfocused: "Yes, I miss it so much."
She spoke so casually that neither Jin Xianyao nor Yao Youling believed her.
The audience seats were dimly lit except for the constant chatter, while the private rooms above were brightly lit, like twinkling stars.
What exactly does the eldest brother want to do?
Sheng Ningyu couldn't believe that her senior brother hadn't noticed someone entering the Cloud Top Room after she'd been inside for so long, but why hadn't he come looking for her?
"Four million spirit stones, plus a wisp of Meng Po's light."
This caught even Sheng Ningyu's attention.
What is Meng Po's Light?
The reason Sheng Ningyu ventured deep into the Mitian Realm was to enter the Great Wilderness Mountain from there, so as to reach the end of the Boundless Sea and obtain a wisp of Meng Po's light.
Used to treat...
"The reincarnation of the Sword Master is right beside me, do you all still want to fight me for him?"
The lively atmosphere that had been blazing since the various sects started bidding suddenly went silent, as if doused with cold water.
Silence reigned.
A hand pushed open the door to the second private room from the top.
Dressed in a magnificent blue brocade robe, Chu Jiye stood openly before the crowd, his pale face bearing an air of pride and a hint of triumphant, mocking joy.
Before he could say anything more, a deep, hoarse voice came from the other private room: "Words are no proof. How can Patriarch Chu verify this?"
"Yes! Actions speak louder than words!"
"The Chu family head hasn't shown up for many days. Could he be deceiving us?"
There was much discussion both on and off stage, but Chu Jiye didn't care.
He turned around to face the private room, and as the shadows fell, his face was full of tenderness.
"Sister Mingyue," he said, "they don't believe me. Could you come out and stay with me for a while?"
Everyone held their breath for a moment, but the instant that person appeared on the ground, almost in the blink of an eye, the doors of countless upper-level private rooms burst open, and streaks of light flashed by, quickly dissipating into scattered images!
At this moment, what they are fighting for is no longer the spirit bone.
It is the reincarnation of the Sword Master!
For a moment, the dimly lit auction house was almost like daytime. Streams of spiritual energy from different sects intertwined, and the various magical artifacts shone brightly. Subtle spiritual energy climbed up the stone pillars and walls, continuously surging into the hall!
Clearly, some people have not given up on seizing the Sword Master's Spirit Bone from the black jade box inside the arena.
The guests were in a frenzy. Some clutched the treasures and rushed to leave, while others, with greedy eyes, sought wealth and fortune through risky ventures.
Han Yuyi watched coldly from the sidelines, unmoved.
She walked alone through the floors, carrying the wall lamp.
According to the plan, she and Yan Ruchao would arrange this place to resemble the "Thousand Mountains Trial". However, as everyone knows, the opening of the Thousand Mountains Trial requires the joint infusion of spiritual power from eleven sects.
Unfortunately, Bodhi Xie has disappeared without a trace.
But there's no need to go through all that trouble.
Han Yuyi thought, "It's just killing someone, why are there so many rules?"
Of course, after killing the person, she would drip her own heart's blood into her jade robe, using it as a medium to activate the remaining array of the Thousand Mountains Trial, presenting everything that happened in Hehuan City that day to everyone.
She didn't want Mingyue to bear any more of the blame that shouldn't belong to her.
Han Yuyi never told Yan Ruchao any of this.
A woman dressed in a light purple gauze nimbly carried a lantern and landed gracefully by the railing outside the top floor. Her clothes fluttered silently, yet a murderous intent seized the opportunity and rushed straight at her!
Her younger brother has remained the same all these years.
Han Yuyi's cultivation technique has made some progress, and she even has the leisure to think about it, but unfortunately her mind still hasn't improved much.
Perhaps it was because she had been spending so much time with Yan Ruchao that Han Yuyi found her words becoming increasingly incisive.
However, she usually keeps her thoughts to herself, unlike her fellow disciples, one of whom speaks bluntly and directly, while the other...
The smile on Han Yuyi's face faded considerably.
She might never see that person again in her life.
The graceful woman reached out and took out a jade flute, intending to teach her younger brother a final lesson before introducing the last bit of spiritual power into the magic array.
As the spiritual energy swirled, a melodious flute tune rang out, and an invisible stream of spiritual energy emerged from it, slicing through the air like a sharp blade and heading straight for the person hiding in the shadows.
A powerful force struck him head-on, instantly sending him flying. His body tumbled several times in the air before being pulled back by a purple object resembling a scorpion's tail hook, crashing heavily to the ground in front of Han Yuyi, crimson blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Jade is silent."
Han Yuyi landed in front of him, bent down, and grasped her younger brother's chin.
Even now, amidst the swirling spiritual energy, this former young lady of the Nine Heavens Pavilion still smiled elegantly and gracefully. However, no one would underestimate her, for her eyes held a dark cloud that was impossible to discern.
It was heavy, as if it contained a thunderbolt; touching it would cause injury at best, and death at worst.
"I've always been lenient with you, but there are some things you can't touch."
Whether it's in the clouds or in the spirit bones of the Sword Master.
Everything he can move.
In a daze, it seemed as if some sounds were merging together, and Yu Wusheng's expression became increasingly confused, before turning into a deep hatred.
Very well, with that condescending and pitying attitude again... Very well indeed!
His eyes flickered, and he almost immediately remembered what he had obtained that day.
A dense demonic aura suddenly rose around her. Han Yuyi sensed something was wrong and quickly leaped into the air, spinning around to avoid it. However, under the influence of spiritual energy, she was unwilling to destroy the formation.
There are indeed other ways to avoid it, but they are nothing more than some kind of demonic energy.
bite.
Ding ding dang dang.
A series of tinkling sounds rang out.
"She can use a sword!" someone on the ground exclaimed with joy. "She really is the reincarnation of the Sword Master!"
With this statement, the competition among the powerful figures from various sects in the private room intensified. They were fighting fiercely for the "reincarnation" in the audience. However, no one noticed that the light was gradually brightening from the cloud-top above, which had been completely still.
The spiritual power that Han Yuyi had gathered in her hand rose and then suddenly died down, as someone had blocked Yu Wusheng's attack for her.
The spiritual energy emanated from the clouds.
The person was in the clouds.
She is a sound engineer and has the keenest sense of sound.
But at this moment, amidst the chaotic flying spiritual energy and the clamor of all living beings, she only heard one person's nonchalant chuckle.
The jade was silent in her hands, and its "reincarnation" was in the private room below.
So, who is here now?
Han Yuyi casually knocked Yu Wusheng unconscious and tossed him aside. She landed outside the door of the top-floor private room, and with trembling fingers, she pushed the door open almost inch by inch.
Over the years, Yan Ruchao had mentioned holding a grand ceremony for Daoist couples, but Han Yuyi had never agreed.
Because she felt she wasn't worthy of such a public announcement to the world, she wanted to wait for someone important to return.
She wanted to personally tell that person "I'm sorry".
For her past cowardice, for her past reclusiveness.
It was clearly a bad thing in her family, a mistake made by her father, but after Sheng Ningyu exposed everything, she was instead criticized by many elders.
The world is unjust, so unjust.
But at that time, Han Yuyi was immersed in grief, with her most beloved and trusted sword cultivator junior sister on one side and her biological father, who cherished her like a precious jewel, on the other.
She couldn't make a decision.
So she thought she would stay in this high pavilion for the rest of her life and devote herself to atonement.
There was no disturbance, no gossip, and no one forcing her to make a choice.
Perhaps when her physical body dies, everyone will be free.
but……
But how could someone have gotten there before her?
Han Yuyi's fingers were spasming, almost unable to bend.
The Cloud Top Room is the only room in the entire Ghost Cang Tower where the light never goes out, regardless of the season.
The door was wide open, and the soft light from inside spilled out onto the outside.
It landed on her.
The first light of the lamp.
The masked person in front of them tilted their head and turned their face away.
Behind the reflective silver mask lies a pair of smiling, curved eyes.
She said, "Perhaps, you are willing now..." Before she could finish speaking, Sheng Ningyu's gaze fell on the poisonous mark on Han Yuyi's right cheek.
She paused, no longer daring to say "forgive," lowered her eyes, raised her lips as if casually, and asked, "Did you say something to me?"
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Author's Note: Han Yuyi: She called me Senior Sister
Han Yuyi: Can we pause the destruction of the world today?
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Jiang Heng transmigrated into the body of an orphan who had no one to care for her. Before she could enjoy a peaceful life for more than a few days, she was sent to a sacred mountain.
Legend has it that there was an ancient monster on the mountain. She was a sacrifice to the monster, and offering her flesh and blood to the monster could bring peace to the human world.
Jiang Heng: What a terrible stroke of bad luck!
To save her life, Jiang Heng lived cautiously on the mountain, even asking the monsters for permission to eat, acting like a mentally unstable person.
However, after several days, Jiang Heng was not eaten by the monster. Instead, she met a gentle and refined young man.
The young man introduced himself as the mountain guardian and gently told Jiang Heng that there were no monsters on the mountain, reassuring her.
The young man was very patient, gentle, and considerate, so friendly that no one could find fault with him.
And she's also exceptionally good-looking.
Jiang Heng gradually closed the distance between them.
They would eat together, read storybooks together, and even talk badly about monsters together...
Jiang Heng felt that this kind of life was also very good.
There's only one downside. There are too many mosquitoes, snakes, and ants on the mountain, and after nightfall, something cool and slippery always crawls onto her skin.
She couldn't sleep well, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
One night, Jiang Heng woke up in the middle of the night because she couldn't sleep, and accidentally saw the young man taking a bath.
The young man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his body hidden in the misty spray.
A long, thin, black snake tail extended from behind him, its shadowy form meandering out of the water like a ghostly figure.
Jiang Heng: "..."
She thought she must have solved the case.
And...she'll probably be eaten soon :)
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1. The male lead is all smiles but secretly cunning, and the female lead isn't exactly innocent either (x)
2. The storyline is dominated by romance, with all plot points serving the emotional core.
3. The pace is a bit slow, and the early stages are mostly slice-of-life. If you mind this, you can just quit. Thank you!
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